Coming to the entrance of a cave where only one person could pass through, a breath of ice and snow rushed to his face, Rao is monk's body, and Su Qing couldn't help but shiver.

'It's like an ice cellar!' Qiao Xiaojia said with his arms clasped tightly around his shoulders.

'Huh? Why is it all freezing here? Su Qing touched the thick ice at the entrance of the cave and muttered to himself.

When you climb out of the cave, you find a mountain stream flowing here, but when you reach the cave, it turns into ice.

The two walked in the cave for several hours, and at this time they were tired and hungry and sat by the stream to rest, Su Qing took out a small stove from the storage bag, lit the fire and put it on the clay pot, added half a jar of Lingtan water, and was about to put the peeled and washed half of the Hualing chicken into it, Qiao Xiaojia said: "Su Qing, how about we eat the flower chicken?" ’

'Okay, go pick some lotus leaves.' Su Qing put the Hualing chicken back and said, took out two purple-winged pigeons, peeled them in the stream, and threw them into the clay pot to cover and stew.

Trapped in Baimang Mountain for more than two months, he unexpectedly found that there were many first-order spirit beasts in the mountain.

Su Qing took out a peeled and cleaned Hualing chicken, smeared salt on the outside, stuffed mushrooms, spirit dates, and all kinds of spices into his stomach, and saw that there was still a gap to grab two handfuls of spiritual rice and put them in, pour half a bowl of Lingtan water, and sew the opening with twine.

Qiao Xiaojia came back with a huge pile of lotus leaves, and after washing, she skillfully wrapped the pickled chicken. Su Qing used an iron sword to dig soil pits and mud, first mixed the excavated soil with water into thin mud, and coated a thick layer of mud on the surface of the wrapped chicken.

"The pit is too shallow, I'll dig deeper" Su Qing put the mud ball aside and continued to dig the pit.

Just listen to 'Wow!' The sword touched the stone, Su Qing used a little force, shoveled out a large stone with a fist and threw it aside, seeing that the pit was deep enough, he put the colored chicken mud ball in it and buried it, set up dry firewood on it, drip a few drops of oil, and throw away a small fireball technique, 'Wow! The fire burned.

Su Qing went to the stream to wash his hands, picked up the stone he had dug out and threw it into the stream.

A white smoke rose from the entrance to the water, and the two of them hurriedly stepped forward to check it, only to see a thin layer of ice forming around the stone!

'What kind of treasure is this?' Qiao Xiaojia stretched out his hand and fished out the stone and said.

'Huh! This should be saltpeter, which turns into ice when it meets water, and it is a kind of ore' Su Qing said with a smile.

'Oh? So amazing? Is it a refining material? Qiao Xiaojia asked, playing with the stone in his hand.

Su Qing lifted the clay pot, threw a few yams into the soup, sprinkled a pinch of salt, and replied casually; 'It's the same as fire oil, a new material, I don't know if it can be refined. ’

'Why don't we pick some?' Qiao Xiaojia leaned over and asked.

'Yes! There must be something underneath the ice,' Su Qing clapped his hands and said.

Just do it, Su Qing threw a few fire bomb talismans to blast the ice, Qiao Xiaojia held the spirit sword, and a large piece of saltpeter was cut off with a sword.

The two of them dug for half an hour, and the saltpeter dug out was piled up like a hill, and they felt a little tired and stopped to rest.

The pigeon soup in a clay pot not far away exudes an enticing aroma, and I suddenly feel very hungry.

After eating, the two dug for another hour while it was still dark, until the storage bags couldn't fit enough.

As soon as the night fell, Su Qing lay down and fell asleep, while Qiao Xiaojia meditated and practiced inside, and at dawn, Su Qing woke up to see Qiao Xiaojia sleeping soundly, and dodged into the fairy orchard to cultivate for an hour.

After coming out, he went to dig up some saltpeter, and after digging it out, he piled it all up in the fairy orchard, and did not stop until it formed a hill.

After Qiao Xiaojia got up, the two boarded the jade boat and flew north, because they were afraid of being tracked, Su Qing did not use mana to urge the jade boat, but launched it with spirit stones, watching the spirit stones being consumed, Su Qing was distressed.

In this way, he walked without sleep for two days, and came to a city where monks gathered, Cuiwei Town.

Although it is called a town, it is actually an immortal city under the jurisdiction of the Fuyun Sect, and there are many monks who live in it, but more than 90% of the residents in the city are still ordinary people, and the monks in this world must be a very small number of existences.

Standing at the tall city gate, the two breathed a sigh of relief, restrained their aura, and paid ten copper plates to enter the city as ordinary people.

Originally, the monk did not need to pay a fee to enter the city, but he had to register his identity as a sexual name, and in order to avoid trouble, the two did not reveal the identity of the monk.

After entering the city, the two of them first found an inn, Qiao Xiaojia took a shower, cleaned up and dressed up again, and immediately entered the practice, the two of them have been in a hurry for the past two days, and they have no time to practice.

Su Qing entered the room and threw himself directly into bed to sleep, he was so tired of running around day and night in the past few days!

Early the next morning, the two settled the house money and prepared to rent a cave mansion to settle down temporarily.

Walking out of the inn, the two of them went straight to the east of the city.

As soon as they entered the city yesterday, they sensed dozens of divine visions in the east of the city, although Su Qing was not concerned, she had been with Qiao Xiaojia, and she could also sense it when a divine vision swept by.

The two came to an inconspicuous gatehouse in the east of the city, and after entering, they found that the streets here were paved with high-quality bluestone, although they were not wide, but they were very clean, and although there were not many pedestrians on the streets, two or three out of ten were monks, most of whom were Qi cultivators.

Walking to the end of the street, I found a teahouse called cyclamen, a small two-story building, but most of the customers who came in and out were monks.

The two glanced at each other and decided to go in to have a look, and as soon as they entered, the junior who ran the hall immediately greeted him and said enthusiastically: "Fairy, please go up to the second floor!" ’

As soon as I arrived on the second floor, a woman on the first floor of Qi training came up and said with a smile: "Fairy, please come with me, the three private rooms here are empty, and there are also tables in the small hall in the middle, please do your own thing." ’

There are six private rooms on the northeast side of the second floor, and about 50 square meters by the window on the south side of the street, which is vacated and arranged into a small hall, which seems to be randomly placed with more than a dozen sets of tables and chairs, and the monks sit together to drink tea and chat.

They found a table in the small hall and sat down, casually ordered a pot of spiritual tea, and chatted while drinking, while secretly paying attention to the words and deeds of the other monks around them.

'I heard that Yunding real people are seated! The monk in a gray robe at the table said in a low voice.

"Yes, it is said that the three disciples who sat down are fighting for the Thick Earth Divine Ding! A long-haired monk next to him said.

Listening attentively, I found that the monks here were all talking about the real sittings of Yunding and the matter of the Houtu Shending.

The two of them stayed for two quarters of an hour, then settled and left, turning into a street that was apparently dominated by dwellings, and peculiarly a street where mortals and monks were mixed.

There was only a faint aura fluctuation here, which was not suitable for cultivation, so the two of them did not stay, and walked directly to the other Hu Tong with a stronger aura inside.

Sure enough, I saw a hut renting out a cave house in Hutongkou, and when I saw that a monk came to rent a house, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old male cultivator on the first floor of Qi Lian came up, and saw that Qiao Xiaojia was a high-level Qi practitioner, and enthusiastically invited the two into the hospital.

took out a jade slip and handed it to Qiao Xiaojia, and said respectfully: "So the empty cave mansion is inside, fairy, please take a look." ’