This is an era when the public is looking for immortals and everyone is asking.

Cultivating immortals and eliminating demons is the lifelong dream of almost all young and beautiful men and women.

In March, after the night rains, the weather was clear.

Shaking off the soil on the straw sandals on the stone slab at the door, Yi Xiaonian walked into the Zhu's ginseng shop in Kaiping Town again. Boss Zhu of this Zhu's ginseng shop is a middle-aged oily noodle uncle, about 50 years old, who takes care of people and things, maybe this can lower the price of customers. Boss Zhu was leaning on the Taishi chair, looking at the beam of the room and closing his eyes to meditate, when he heard a guest come to the door, he turned his face slightly and glanced at it, there seemed to be an old phlegm in his throat, and he coughed hard, his voice was hoarse and thick like thunder, which startled Yi Xiaonian and thought it was thunder. Then Boss Zhu's eyes turned to the beam again, staring at a gap in the wood on the beam and was stunned, this time his eyes were not closed, as if he had thought of something, and turned his face to Yi Xiaonian and shouted: "Yo, here it is again" This time the sound was not loud, but the strength was enough to spread to the door, which was considered to welcome guests.

Boss Zhu still remembers the dashing young man in front of him, and he was deeply impressed by him when he first saw him, with a tall figure, clear facial features, and a slingshot often hanging around his waist. In my memory, in the past three years, his Zhu's ginseng shop has been no less than 10 times, and each time he has tried his best to entangle himself to be a few more shell coins, and he will not leave if he doesn't give him a few more. "Don't go, Boss Zhu, you have to take care of the food" As soon as I saw the young man lift a chair and put it at the door of Zhu's ginseng store, he lay down in the chair with a slight jump, crossed Erlang's legs, played with a wild ginseng in his hand and turned his head to say this to him, Boss Zhu came out of the counter eagerly, and drove away loudly with a bitter gourd face:

"Cheng, give you a few more, hurry up!" In Boss Zhu's logic, driving this scoundrel away can help him earn more shell coins, and if he doesn't leave, the loss to the business will definitely be more than a hundred times.

It's been more than two months since the last time I came here to sell ginseng, and Yi Xiaonian's dress is slightly different from before, he used to wear his hair in a high bun, and a few strands of broken hair slipped down his cheeks, which was extremely ruffian. In another year, I will be 16 years old, and 16 years old will represent adulthood and enter another world. The growth of age and the experience of sleeping in the mountains in the past three years and digging ginseng are mainly due to the yearning for the exciting event of subduing demons and eliminating demons, which has made him have a firmer goal. Now the head is coiled into a high bun, and then fixed with the help of the bun, and then sent a cloth belt, which is quite polite. Although the change before and after does not seem to be significant, it is mainly psychological.

Such a small change must not be hidden from Boss Zhu's eyes, after all, he is in the ginseng business, and he must have the habit of observing things in detail.

"Yi Shaoxia, how many goods did you bring this time?" Boss Zhu straightened his posture and looked him up and down, and his mouth applauded, and the young man became a young man. used to be called Yi Boy, but because Boss Zhu spoke with a heavy accent and couldn't speak clearly, he was often heard as a "sassy year".

"I'm going to give you more shellfish coins this time, I've been here dozens of times. In fact, he has only been here a dozen times in total, and this is conducive to reaping benefits. Yi Xiaonian used the wild ginseng in the bamboo basket to gently arrange them on the table one by one, a total of five, each of which glanced at Boss Zhu, "How is it?" Yi Xiaonian stretched out a finger.

"Ginseng is a good ginseng, but it's not worth so many shellfish. Boss Zhu swept it with his eyes, not in a hurry.

Yi Xiaonian listened, jumped up, and sat on the table, which greatly attracted the attention of pedestrians inside and outside the store, and they all pointed and discussed. Seeing this, Boss Zhu hurriedly stepped forward to pull, but Yi Xiaonian easily dodged away, but he pounced and was in a hurry.

"The price of other things has risen, why is it that only my ginseng is still the price three years ago?" Yi Xiaonian picked up a ginseng whisker and picked it up, didn't look at Boss Zhu, and pretended to look at this wild ginseng carefully, "My baby is at least thirty or forty years old, and fifty is too much-" Before he finished speaking, Boss Zhu hurriedly reached out and picked up the baby that was picked up by Yi Xiaonian, for fear that he would break the ginseng.

People cherish what they are about to become.

"Fifty more for you. Come down," Boss Zhu whispered in his ear, as if he was afraid that other customers in the store would hear the trade secrets.

"Okay, deal!" Yi Xiaonian shouted, pressed the table with his palm, jumped to the ground, and immediately smiled, clasped his fists with both hands in thanks, "Boss Zhu's business is big, and the wealth is rolling." ”

Boss Zhu put away the wild ginseng and walked inside, unwilling to say a word to Yi Xiaonian.

Shell coins are the money of this era, which can improve their abilities with various means of life, and more importantly, they can also buy immortal elves to cultivate immortals with themselves, which can have a double effect on the individual's path of cultivating immortals, and it is also one of the necessary conditions for the selection of disciples by various sects. Buying elves has become the first priority that Yi Xiaonian is currently pursuing.

10,000 shells to buy a starter elf. Yi Xiaonian, who has been selling wild ginseng for more than three years, has only saved more than 300 shell coins in his hand, plus the 100 this time, a total of less than 500 shell coins, and 5,000 in 30 years.

I'm afraid it's no fun to cultivate immortals in this life.

Cultivating immortals is by no means something that ordinary people can do!

Yi Xiaonian thought in his heart, and left the Zhu ginseng store with complicated matters.

Only by cultivating immortals can you subdue demons and eliminate demons, and only then can you do exciting things.

Since the establishment of a unified recruitment system by various major sects three years ago, they have applied for the exam every year, and now they have already passed the theory and skill tests, and they are just one elf. The former head of the village, who is said to have lived for more than 150 years, once told him:

"If no elf wants to cultivate immortals, I'm afraid it's a fool's dream. The premise is to at least ensure that you can live to be 500 years old. ”

If you want to practice to become a true body, you must have a minimum of 500 years of cultivation, and so far, there is no cow who can break through the mortal realm without using elves, because no mortal can live to be 500 years old.

"If you want to cultivate immortals, elves are your only way out. The words of the former village chief are still ringing in my ears.

Yi Xiaonian made up his mind at that time that he must recruit an elf to accompany him on the immortal path.

Since then, Yi Xiaonian has begun to prepare.

Yi Xiaonian's family lives in Shuanghekou Village, Dashangou, and the house is not wealthy, and he has no worries about food and clothing, but he does not have much surplus. Both parents are hunting, and they are in the mountains all the year round, basically not at home, and occasionally come back and leave after leaving their living expenses. Yi Xiaonian was brought up by his grandmother, and his grandmother was over the age of six, and she didn't like to go out, and the house was well organized.

Combined with his own conditions, if he wants to cultivate immortals, Yi Xiaonian still has to rely on himself. By working for the landlord's family, farming and selling grain, and raising livestock are only twenty or thirty shell coins a year, and the mountain ginseng is about ten shell coins according to the age of a ginseng plant, Yi Xiaonian decisively gave up working for the landlord and chose to dig ginseng to generate income independently.

Digging ginseng also requires resources.

Yi Xiaonian village is surrounded by mountains, the ups and downs are not big, stretching for dozens of miles, from a distance it looks like a phoenix falling on the top of the mountain, the ancestors of the village called this the women's bed mountain, why he called it so I don't know, it may be related to the stars. Nü Bed Mountain is not famous, and I have never heard of an immortal settled in the founding of the sect. Wild fruits are produced, many wild animals are abundant, and it is even said that primates appear, such as the Luan bird of the genus Phoenix. There are also mountain ginseng, so you need to rely on your own luck.

Dragons give birth to dragons and phoenixes, and rats are born to make holes. Yi Xiaonian has been a master shooter since he was a child, and he never leaves his slingshot. I don't like my parents to carry an arrow basket and a longbow like that, it's too complicated for children to accept. Dozens of slingshots have been made, and there are various materials and models of large, medium and small wood, iron and copper. The masters are all trained, although they can't point to which to hit and which is accurate, but they also have no missing shots, and they have never missed a shot. In addition, the children in the mountains are all vigorous, digging ginseng in the mountains, and it is enough to defend themselves when they encounter jackals and hungry tigers.

Walking on the way home, from time to time in the sky, someone flew through the sky, and the avenue was at my disposal, so happy.

Yi Xiaonian raised his eyes and looked, so he was not envious and jealous: "The one who flies must be from the Shushan faction, but the Shushan faction really has nothing to be proud of except for the imperial sword, Shushan is known as a famous and decent family, and he regards himself as a high student, and only accepts disciples with top-notch results in the unified examination or disciples with special talents, not a place where ordinary people can go, and there are a few people who love to blow their noses and stare at the old way, love to brag, are not grounded, and are not happy at all, I will never join the Shushan faction in my life!"

Although it was a little sour, Yi Xiaonian knew that it was really difficult to cultivate immortals, and it was even more difficult to get started. Cultivating immortals is to enjoy hardship, and the entry is to endure hardship for the sake of hardship.

Next, we must change our thinking, otherwise there will definitely be no drama, no drama at all.

When I went back, I asked the former village chief if he had a secret. Thinking of this, Yi Xiaonian picked up a stone on the side of the road, and the slingshot shot at the finches flying from afar, and his pace was much brisker.

Yi Xiaonian walked for more than an hour, almost noon, and arrived at the small bridge less than half a mile away from the entrance of the village, the small bridge flows, the stream under the bridge is clear and clear, and if you look carefully, you can distinguish a few small fish. Yi Xiaonian pulled his clothes back, sat on the bridge pier, and took out the water hyacinth on his waist with his right hand and drank the water.

Touching his chest with his left hand, the two wild ginseng plants left for the former village chief are still there, which is a bargaining chip to find him to exchange secrets.

Although it is not clear what the effect of wild ginseng is, it is certainly not wrong to see that the elders often take it as a gift.

Yi Xiaonian just turned 15 years old this year, studied in a private school for three years, studied in a public school for six years, and was a small achievement in academics, and won several awards, although they were all won in private schools, but I feel that my level of education is much higher than that of my neighbor Da Xiong and Xian'er, although Da Xiong studies hard and has good grades, but he knows very little about things other than books. Xian'er had never entered the school at all.

Xian'er's family is too poor, and since she was a child, she has to work in the fields, herding cattle, sheep, pigs, and working for the landlord's family, day and night, and guarding the sheepfold at night. There are dozens of sheep in the landlord's house, and the sheep flock is always three here and five on the hillside, and there are a few disobedient ones who often lag behind or are a big step ahead of the flock and don't know what they are doing.

Whenever the sun sets, Yi Xiaonian and Da Xiong come home from school, they can always see Xian'er holding a rattan in her hand, panting from east to west, and then from front to back, trying her best to gather the sheep together and drive back. He and Da Xiong stood on the ridge of the field and let go of their throats and laughed hard at Xian'er, leaning forward and backward, laughing crimson's face crimson.

Haha, thinking of this, Yi Xiaonian couldn't hold back his laughter.

It is said that there are eighteen changes in women's colleges, and there are seven or eight changes in Xian'er's impression.

Everyone's life trajectory is different, and the fewer times they intersect, the greater the change in feeling. For example, relying on the incomplete medical book "The Coffin Sutra" that I didn't know out of nowhere, I actually knew no fewer words than Yi Xiaonian, and I often saw her in addition to chasing pigs and sheep, most of the time she was chasing children on the road after school and pointed to the content of the book to ask questions, of course, Yi Xiaonian also helped her solve a lot of rare words.

The last few times they met, Yi Xiaonian felt that Xian'er was different, and there was a faint magic power. The courage to laugh out loud in front of her is getting lower and lower, and even occasionally wants to stop talking, and some jokes can't be made.

Yi Xiaonian hasn't seen Xian'er for half a year, digging ginseng early and returning late, going alone, often mixing in the mountains, it is difficult to meet people.

Suddenly, a fish made a mess in the stream, and Yi Xiaonian came back to his senses.

Yi Xiaonian jumped up and ran towards the house of the village chief in front of Qianqian with a puff of smoke, and the mud stuck to the straw sandals was thrown out a meter high.