I am cautiously cultivating immortals in a strange world

The little boy looked at the small bag in his hand and suddenly became excited.

He knew this thing.

The fairies who flew over the village that day all had bags like this hanging around their waists.

It is said to be called a storage bag.

It looks small, but there is actually a lot of space inside.

  If he could use the immortals' things, maybe he could become an immortal and avenge his mother!

The little boy's chest rose and fell.

He immediately tried to open the bag.

But it failed.

The bag seemed to be one piece and could not be opened no matter how hard I pulled it.

"Things from the immortals must require the methods of the immortals."

The little boy muttered something, and didn't try again, and put the bag away.

Suddenly, his expression changed. He hurriedly threw the bag back into his foot pit and then stroke it quickly with his feet.

Then continue to stagger forward.

"Boy, did you pick up anything?"

Two figures flew over from the sky.

A man and a woman, both standing on flying swords, asked from a high position.

"Ah, immortal! I greet the immortal!"

Although the little boy wanted to beat the two immortals to death, he knew that he must not show any sign of it.

He gritted his teeth and knelt on the ground, looking at him in worship.

"Brother, what can a mortal know? Shall we go ahead and take a look?"

The woman looked at the little boy as if he were an ant and spoke impatiently.

"No, even mortals can't be spared."

The man waved his hand, grabbed the little boy, and searched his body from head to toe.

After finding nothing, he threw himself to the ground and flew away with the woman.

It was icy and the ground was hard as rock. The little boy almost fell to death.

Fortunately, the place where he fell was a big pit and the snow was thick enough to save his life. However, he did not dare to say a word and pretended to be dead until the two men disappeared, then he struggled to get up.

I went back and searched around for a while.

He picked up the bag and didn't dare to look for his father again. He hurried back to the village.

As soon as he arrived at the village entrance, the little boy's face changed drastically. The scene before him made him almost crazy.

The entire village has become a ruin. No one knows what happened to it, but the entire village has been razed to the ground.

There were corpses all over the ground, not a single living person.

He ran back to his place like crazy, but only found one of his sister's shoes.

"what!"

The little boy screamed to the sky.

There is no place to release endless emotions, and my body is about to explode.

His eyebrows twitched and moved with his screams.

A strange energy slowly emanated.

"So that's it!"

As strange energy appeared between his eyebrows, the little boy's eyes became deep and he murmured.

The tone and accent were exactly Chen Lin's.

"Fortunately, the Death Gaze was not completely suppressed, otherwise it would be difficult to wake up halfway."

Chen Lin touched his forehead and couldn't help feeling a little scared.

That node of destiny did not pose any direct danger, but it brought him into such a fantasy world.

He actually fought against the immortals as a mortal.

I don’t know if failure in the struggle will mean failure in the assessment and loss of the qualification to obtain the treasure.

If so, that's really a scam.

But the probability is very high.

Although the treasure might be left for him by Niu Niu, it is not without any threshold. Niu Niu's arrangement has its own purpose. If he fails to meet the other party's requirements, he may not be able to get it.

There is another possibility.

Chen Lin's heart moved.

Perhaps this level verifies the only secret method of death gaze, so as to confirm whether it is him who passes the level.

After waiting for a while, there was no sign of the illusion disappearing.

Chen Lin frowned slightly.

It seems the test is not over yet.

He looked around.

Then he found a place and started practicing breathing exercises.

But after some experiments, he found that his body was just a mortal body and he had no talent for cultivation.

  Do we really have to use our mortal bodies to fight against the immortals?

This situation made Chen Lin very confused.

It feels unlikely.

Not to mention that mortals are simply unable to fight against immortals. Even if they can, there is a limit.

  What level of achievement is considered qualified?

After thinking for a while, Chen Lin realized that even if he recovered his memory, his situation would not be much better.

He was injured, hungry and cold.

It is not easy to survive in this uninhabited place.

The matter has come to this, and it is useless to think too much about it.

Chen Lin quickly calmed down and found a place to hide.

After a day and a night, seeing that no immortals came again, he returned to the village to search for food.

"what?"

To Chen Lin's surprise, some people actually survived.

And there are still two.

A burly middle-aged man.

There was another one, who turned out to be the little boy’s sister!

The fact that this girl was able to survive made Chen Lin very suspicious. He felt that this little girl might be the key to breaking the illusion.

Because the other party was almost unharmed.

The situation in the village was obviously caused by immortal cultivators. It is lucky to be able to survive. The chance of not being injured is too low.

Even the burly man lost a leg.

So this is definitely not normal.

Of course, if he had not awakened, as a little boy, I would never have noticed anything unusual.

After all, I don’t know that this is an illusion.

It is very likely that he thought his sister was the chosen one and that she would have good fortune in the future after surviving a great disaster.

"elder brother!"

The little girl was dying. After seeing Chen Lin, she finally felt relieved and fainted with her head tilted.

"Uncle Da, how are you?"

Chen Lin found a place sheltered from the wind, started a fire, settled the little girl down, and asked the burly man.

The other person was called Lu Da, a famous hunter in the village who knew some basic martial arts.

According to the little boy's memory, the village was located deep in the mountains, and the nearest town was hundreds of miles away.

The mountain is now blocked by heavy snow, so it is unrealistic to get out. Although the other party has a broken leg, he may have to rely on his strength to survive.

"It's okay, I can't die."

Luda gritted his teeth, found two pieces of wood and fixed his broken leg.

"Xiao Hu, quickly gather all the food. We will live in a cave outside the village. From now on, try to light a fire at night to avoid attracting people."

Lu Da gave some instructions and pointed to his collapsed house.

"There is an old ginseng in my cupboard. See if it is still there. If you find it, boil it for your sister to drink."

Chen Lin nodded.

Without saying anything, he began to collect food silently.

Three months later.

After some trouble, the three finally settled down in the cave.

My sister drank the ginseng soup and regained her spirits, but she seemed very depressed because of the sudden change.

"Xiaohong, bring me the second jar over there."

Chen Lin instructed and spoke.

"Okay bro."

My sister did as she was told.

Ruda, who was checking his injured leg, frowned.

"Xiao Hu, although there is still some grain, isn't it a waste to use it to make wine?"

"Also, how do you know how to make wine?"

Chen Lin put down the tools in his hands.

"My father taught me this. This is a craft passed down from our ancestors, passed down to males only, not females."

He talks nonsense.

In fact, what was brewed was the Drunken God Wine, which is the mortal version of Qiu Mengdie.

Chen Lin never figured out what this illusion mission was, but he couldn't just waste his time like this. Once the holy tower's opening time was over, he would be kicked out and all his previous efforts would be wasted.

So he tried brewing wine, hoping to understand the artistic conception of brewing wine, gain extraordinary abilities, and break the current deadlock.

It wasn't just Zuishenniang that was chosen; all seven kinds of wine were tried, but none of them were successful.

When Lu Da heard Chen Lin's explanation, he showed obvious doubt.

In all the years he had lived in the village, he had never heard that the other party's father could brew wine.

But I didn't dwell on it.

He continued to persuade her, "This heavy snow has come strangely. I'm afraid it will take a long time to melt. Although we have some food, we can't waste it."

Chen Lin was unmoved.

"I understand what Uncle Da said, but we still have to make wine. After all, we can't stay here forever, and I don't want to be a hunter anymore. With this skill, we can go to town to make a living in the spring."

After hearing Chen Lin's explanation, Lu Da was speechless.

Not to mention this pair of siblings, even he had no intention of being a hunter anymore.

"Okay, then you can continue brewing. But I see that you have succeeded and are still continuing your research. Do you have any requests? Can I help you?"

"It is said that my ancestral secret recipe can blend a certain mood into the wine, giving it special effects."

Chen Lin answered truthfully.

"I want to give it a try. If I succeed, not only can I sell the wine for a good price, but I might even be able to deal with the immortal cultivators."

"That's it."

Luda hesitated for a moment.

He knew about the brother and sister and was extremely hostile to immortal cultivators.

"When I was hunting in the mountains, I met a strange old man. He said that when the moon appears colorful, as long as you keep staring at the moonlight, you can enter a magical state."

"Colorful moonlight, why haven't I seen it before?"

Chen Lin immediately asked.

This is an assessment illusion, and every piece of information is important.

"You can't see it directly, you need to use the reflection of water, and it occasionally appears on full moon nights."

"Is that so? Then I'll try."

"Hey, tonight seems to be the night of the full moon."

Chen Lin exclaimed.

He felt that this was a coincidence and immediately took out a jar of wine and poured it into the basin.

It's freezing outside, and if you use water, it will freeze quickly.

night.

The sky was unusually clear.

The moonlight scattered on the earth, shining brightly with the snow on the mountains, making the night as bright as day.

Chen Lin carried the wine basin to the outside of the cave, chose a suitable place to put it, and began to watch the reflection in the basin.

Not only he was watching, his younger sister and Luda were watching too.

But Ruda lost interest after just a moment.

He has used this method many times, but it has never worked. He just mentioned it casually to try it out.

Less than half an hour later.

The sister rubbed her dry eyes, looked away, and wanted to say something, but when she saw that Chen Lin was concentrating, she swallowed her words back.

Chen Lin didn't get into the state either.

But he had been practicing for many years, and the thing he had the most was perseverance. Not to mention watching it for an hour, he could even watch it for three days and three nights.

Time passed little by little.

No one noticed that the colors in the moon in the sky suddenly twisted and formed the shape of a colorful dress.

Then he disappeared again.

The moment the colorful dress appeared, Chen Lin's body trembled, and a mysterious feeling arose spontaneously.

He was a little boy again.

Despair, reluctance, disgust.

  hatred!

The hatred towards immortal cultivators is endless.

But he wanted to become an immortal.

Because only a cultivator can kill another cultivator.

This is very contradictory.

  Can't mortals resist immortals?

Why!

I'm going to break this rule!

Chen Lin let out a long roar towards the sky, and then his mind entered a mysterious state. It seemed that some kind of energy was condensing, but he could not really sense it.

This situation, like making my mom’s steamed buns, is a special kind of artistic conception.

He immediately picked up the semi-finished product and started making it.

Chen Lin chose Zuixianjiu.

This is the little boy's obsession and also his understanding in his heart that only by making this can he succeed.

After a simple blending, a jar of new wine is formed.

The strange aroma of wine wafts into the air.

"you made it?"

After Chen Lin finished speaking, Lu Da on the side spoke in surprise.

He had used this method for more than ten years but it had never worked. The other party only looked at it once and immediately got the epiphany, which made him very discouraged.

"do not know."

Chen Lin shook his head.

He wasn't lying, he really didn't know.

The wine-making method provided by the boss of Zuixianju was completely different from his situation. The artistic conception he described was very gentle, and it was a respect for the immortal way.

Therefore, the brewed Drunken Immortal Wine is beneficial to those who practice immortal cultivation.

It belongs to the category of panacea.

But the one he brewed was successful, but the method was exactly the opposite.

His Immortal Drunkenness Wine was infused with hatred for immortal cultivators, and even murderous intent.

Chen Lin suspected that his wine was not only useless to cultivators, but also had the effect of poison.

It should not be called Zuixianjiu, it should be called Juexianjiu.

"Don't you know? Let me try it."

Lu Da was not polite at all. He picked up the wine bowl, scooped a bowl of it, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Good wine!"

He first gave a compliment, then started smacking his lips.

"It tastes good, but it doesn't have the artistic conception you mentioned, nor does it have any special effects. Is there something wrong with your ancestral recipe?"

Lu Da saw with his own eyes that Chen Lin entered a state of enlightenment, so he did not doubt his secret method.

"do not know."

Chen Lin shook his head again.

After much hesitation, I still didn't dare to taste it myself.

He is a genuine immortal cultivator. Just because this wine is useless to ordinary people doesn’t mean it is useless to immortal cultivators.

"I want a drink, too."

The younger sister was attracted by the aroma of the wine and made a request.

Chen Lin naturally agreed.

Since Luda is fine, it must be okay for my little sister to drink.

After getting permission, the younger sister immediately picked up the wine bowl and, imitating Lu Da's behavior, scooped a bowl and drank it in big gulps.

"what!"

As soon as the wine entered her stomach, the little sister let out a shrill scream.

Then blood started flowing from all his orifices and he fell to the ground.

"what happened!"

Lu Da was shocked and rushed forward to help.

Chen Lin did not move.

Not only did he not move, he also took a few steps back vigilantly.

Drunken Immortal Wine, no matter how good or bad its effects are, is only effective for cultivators, but my sister has not practiced cultivation, so there is only one possibility.

The other party was possessed by an immortal cultivator!

No wonder the other party was able to survive the disaster, this is the reason.

Chen Lin is also an old fox who has been practicing for thousands of years. He will understand this point if he thinks about it in a roundabout way.

He could even imagine that this immortal cultivator was the owner of the storage bag he picked up.

But even though it is clear, it does not mean that anything can be done.

He is just a mortal now, and his death gaze has only slight fluctuations and cannot form an effective attack.

As long as the opponent is not killed by the Drunken Immortal Wine, he will be in danger of counterattack. Judging from his sister's condition, his Drunken Immortal Wine may not have the ability to kill the opponent.

Unsurprisingly.

After my sister twitched for a while, a vague shadow flew out of her body.

Go straight to Chen Lin.

In a desperate situation, Chen Lin's mind moved, and he once again entered the wonderful state of brewing wine, and his mind generated non-existent energy.

Just at this moment, the shadow flashed and disappeared into Chen Lin's eyebrows.

"what!"

A scream rang out in Chen Lin's sea of ​​consciousness, and then there was no follow-up.

(End of this chapter)