Living in the world of cultivation

In late autumn, the autumn is bleak, and the yellow leaves are dancing in the wind.

It has been rainy for two days, and the temperature has dropped sharply.

The damp wind with fine raindrops is raging, and the cold atmosphere is everywhere.

Su Fan is lying on a dirty and broken bed, with layers of bandages on his body like a mummy. The room is filled with a pungent smell of medicine.

He tightened the quilt around him weakly and stared at the roof in a daze.

He has a house and a car on Earth, and he lives well. How can he travel to this ghost place after sleeping?

The owner of this body has the same name as him, and is a cultivator.

It is the immortal in myths and legends who rides the wind and the universe and travels thousands of miles with a sword.

They catch dragons as rides, cranes as companions, eat wind and drink dew, never grow old, and enjoy the supreme freedom in the world!

But with the sporadic memories that appeared intermittently, Su Fan finally saw the true face of this mysterious and strange world.

The immortal cultivators in this world are indeed very powerful, and they can really live forever, even as long as the heaven and earth.

But those people are only a very small number among the thousands of cultivators.

A casual cultivator like him who can risk his life for a piece of spiritual stone is no different from an ant.

Legends are all fucking lies, and what is written in mortals is the truth.

But Han Lao Mo is a sect disciple of Huangfeng Valley, and he can pick up a palm sky bottle just by walking around.

His previous life had nothing, and looking back on his cultivation career, it was all fucking tears.

The memory of this body is full of humiliation and unwillingness.

Over thirty years old, wandering in a foreign land.

With the qualifications of four spiritual roots, the bottleneck of the second level of Qi training has stuck him for more than ten years.

The cultivation of immortals is difficult, and it can be said that there is murderous intent at every step, and it is like walking on thin ice.

He is a little homesick again, that eighteen-tier small town.

Su Fan didn't have any ambitions. After graduation, his classmates all worked hard in Beijing, Shanghai and Guangzhou, but he returned to his hometown.

The pace of life is slow and the consumption is low.

If you don't pursue anything, you can lie down comfortably for the rest of your life.

Here he can afford a two-bedroom apartment with few public areas, and can also afford a cheap and cost-effective domestic SUV.

If he hadn't divorced, his life would be perfect.

"I really miss my children..."

He lost his father at such a young age, what if he was bullied in the future.

Thinking of this, Su Fan sighed.

"I can't go back, but I still have to live..."

He looked at the ancient book on the bedside, picked it up and flipped through it. The pages were torn and the back half was torn off.

He threw the book aside in frustration.

He was injured like this because of this book.

A few days ago, his predecessor was hired by the Shaoyang Sect to participate in the encirclement and suppression of evil cultivators in the mountains near Fangshi.

I don't know what kind of shit luck I had, but I actually found a storage bag on the corpse of an evil cultivator.

Evil cultivators are like rats crossing the street, hiding everywhere every day, all poor.

Except for a few spiritual stones, the rest are rags, and only the storage bag can be worth some spiritual stones.

But for him, this is undoubtedly a small fortune.

It's pitiful that after so many years of cultivation, he can't even get a storage bag.

Then he found this broken book, a physical practice of the ancient demon sect "Heavenly Demon Sect", the fragment of "Heavenly Demon Saint Body Art".

Because of the bottleneck period, the progress of the practice is almost zero, and the predecessor began to practice the physical practice ten years ago.

After ten years of hard practice, now there is a little success.

So he got this book, as if he had found a treasure.

Because the most amazing thing about this practice is that the practice speed is extremely fast, even reaching the sky in one step.

The demon sect cultivators are very perverted, and they often do not care about the consequences in order to achieve their goals.

Although the practice speed is amazing, the cost is very high.

According to the general outline of "Heavenly Demon Saint Body Art", this set of skills has no worries at all.

When the practice is complete, the body can even transcend the rules of heaven and earth and achieve the immortal body of the demon.

Although it sounds mysterious, in Su Fan's opinion, this is a method of seeking death.

It seems to be against the will of heaven, but there is no free lunch in the world.

The first level of the method requires the introduction of heavenly thunder into the body.

The speed of practice is really damn fast. As long as you survive the baptism of heaven and earth thunder, you can be transformed from a mortal body.

Reach heaven in one step and achieve the body of thunder.

The first practice is also the most dangerous. Only a very few people can survive the destruction of heaven and earth thunder.

As for the rest, it is estimated that they are all dead.

He finally knew how the demon sect was wiped out. They were all killed by thunder.

The person who created this method is a psychopath.

How foolish it is to risk the danger of being struck by five thunders and gamble on the immortal fate of a life-or-death experience.

Isn't it good to be alive...

But the predecessor didn't think so. The four spiritual roots were useless, and the sect wouldn't accept him. He wasn't a descendant of a family of immortal cultivators.

The way he got cultivation resources was to team up with others to go into the mountains, collect spiritual medicines, and hunt monsters.

Not only was it dangerous, but he also had to be exploited by the shops in the market. How difficult it was to live.

In addition, with poor qualifications, he was stuck at the bottleneck of the second level of Qi training after twenty years of cultivation, and couldn't make any progress.

Now that he finally had a chance, how could he give up easily?

Faced with such a heaven-defying technique, he, who had long been overwhelmed by the opportunity, made a resolute decision.

He risked his life.

And the small success of physical cultivation was also his biggest confidence to take a gamble.

Of course, the final result was miserable. With the slightly successful physical cultivation, the physical body survived.

But the soul did not survive the destruction of the thunder of heaven and earth, and eventually the soul flew away.

It was at this time that Su Fan came through and occupied this body.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he almost fainted from the pain.

His skin was torn, his tendons were broken, his bones were broken, and sticky blood flowed from his seven orifices. His torn robes were scattered on the ground.

Su Fan had forgotten how he got back, but he remembered that he crawled into the house before dark.

He moved his body and grimaced in pain.

What a crappy book, and it said that he could achieve the Thunder Dao Body in one step.

It's just bragging.

It's been three days, and my body has no reaction at all.

Su Fan closed his eyes and muttered a few words with resentment.

When he opened his eyes again, there was a flash in front of him, and then a screen popped up.

"This is..."

The familiar screen in front of him was the character panel of a fairy game he played before crossing over.

[Name] Su Fan

[Life span] 36/92 years old

[Realm] Qi training level 2: 99/100

[Kung Fu]

1. Hunyuan Gong (first level): 22/100

2. Horizontal Training Body Forging Skill (Level 2): ​​45/200

3. Heavenly Demon Saint Body Skill (Level 1): 100/100

[Spells] None

[Skills] None

[Magic Powers] None

After looking at it for a while with a confused face, Su Fan reached out to the panel.

His finger went through the screen directly, and the panel seemed to be non-existent.

What was going on? Did the game also go through it?

Su Fan was a little excited. Could this be my brother's golden finger?

He tried to operate the panel, but no matter what he did, the panel did not respond at all.

That's it...

This panel has no other use except to digitize his attributes.

Su Fan sighed. He originally thought it was something against the sky, but who would have thought it was such a thing.

The progress of the skills is clear at a glance, concise and clear.

This is not bad, it's better than nothing.

[Life span] 36/92 years old, after all, he is a cultivator, and he is definitely a long-lived person in the secular world.

[Realm] Qi training level 2: 99/100, the bottleneck of cultivation is like a piece of paper, it depends on when it will be broken.

Hunyuan Gong is the technique he has practiced for twenty years, and it is a very popular technique among casual practitioners.

The advantages are that it is moderate and peaceful, with a solid foundation, and the disadvantage is that it is slow.

The Heavenly Demon Saint Body Art, the things described in the general outline of the technique, Su Fan thinks are all bragging, but he has no evidence.

Anyway, he is not going to touch the magic sect's techniques in the future.

Henglian Forging Body Gong, the predecessor practiced the body Tao, and practiced hard for ten years. Recently, it broke through to the second level, which shows how difficult the body Tao is.

In addition to the technique, spells, magical powers, and skills, etc., did not appear on the panel.

The magical power is too high-end, let's not talk about that for now.

It is said that he has been practicing for twenty years, but he should learn some self-defense spells and skills to make a living.

Su Fan thought for a long time, but he didn't figure it out.

The memories left by his predecessor are relatively complete except for the recent ones.

But going forward, it was more vague, with only some scattered fragments.

In any case, through the data panel, Su Fan had a clear understanding of his own strength.

He was just a weakling.

With this strength, he dared to go into the mountains to hunt monsters, and dared to be hired by the Shaoyang Sect to encircle and suppress evil cultivators.

He was lucky to be alive until now.

I can't be so wasteful in the future, I'd better be a life player honestly.

Lying on the broken bed, thinking about it all afternoon.

Until he was hungry, Su Fan got off the bed carefully and scooped out a spoonful of spiritual rice from the rice jar next to him.

The spiritual rice was full and slender, crystal clear, and looked great.

The stove was no different from the one in my grandmother's house in the countryside in my previous life. Coupled with the body's instinctive program memory, cooking was not difficult.

The water in the pot boiled, and the house was immediately filled with the unique aroma of spiritual rice.

Su Fan sat next to the stove and looked around.

This room is about fifty or sixty square meters, divided into two entrances inside and outside.

There is a small courtyard outside, which is slightly larger than the house.

The furnishings in the south room are very simple, with a few cabinets against the wall, a broken bed under the window, and a futon and a kang table on the kang next to it.

The north room is the kitchen, with a stove and a water tank on the left, a chopping board and a cabinet on the other side, and firewood piled in the corner.

The rent for this broken house is one Lingshi.

Don't think it's expensive. Once you cancel the lease, I don't know how many casual cultivators will cry and shout to move in.

After all, this place is very close to the Shaoyang Sect Market, and at least safety can be guaranteed.

More importantly, the spiritual energy in other places is not a little bit worse than here.

The spiritual rice is cooked, and I can't wait to lift the lid of the pot. The steaming spiritual rice is served in a big bowl.

Pick up the chopsticks and can't wait to dig a mouthful.

It's really fucking fragrant.

What I have eaten before, such as Thai fragrant rice and Wuchang rice, are all weak.

Just for this bowl of spiritual rice, it is worth cultivating immortals.

After dinner, it should be the best time to practice, to absorb and digest the spiritual energy in the spiritual rice.

But Su Fan was injured, so he could only lie on the bed and stare blankly.

There were no games or mobile phones here, and it was boring to death.

In order to kill time, he found a book of miscellaneous notes on local customs and human conditions to learn more about the situation in this world.