"You visited a sword intent breakthrough, and you faintly comprehended."

"Your Recipe: Sword Pill meets special conditions, and you can perform directional synthesis of this recipe without obtaining the Alchemy and Alchemy specializations."

"Please note: The success rate of this limited synthesis is related to the character's will, and the character's related skills do not affect the specific effect of the craft."

"PS: Normally this is the case, but if it's too inflated and twisted because of your poor craft, it's recommended to supplement it with a liquid ...... - Anonymous"

"PS: In? Why anonymity? Is there a second sword cultivator who almost burped to death because of eating the sword pill? - Anonymous"

Looking at the refreshed prompt information on the retina, Yi Chun wagged his tail unmoved.

At this time, he had already said goodbye to Da Ji and left the Taoist temple where they practiced.

Today's tourists are much sparser than usual.

After all, it's the Spring Festival of this world......

Yi Chun crouched beside a cliff, looking out at the rolling green hills below and the city looming at the end of his vision.

Even from a distance, he could smell the faint smell of fireworks in the air.

People are busy, laughing, just for the annual gathering.

Suddenly, Yi Chun felt a hint of coolness on the tip of his nose.

Under the gaze of the orange cat's huge pupils, a white snowflake flew down from the sky in a faint whirl.

Then it landed on the cat's nose, and the next moment it melted in the burning breath......

Separated by a thick fur, Yi Chun didn't feel cold.

Coming up for the Chinese New Year?

Yi Chun shook the fur that had become a little wet on his body, and he was going to find a warm place to nest.

Then, I practiced the sword pill.

I used to plan to go home for the New Year, but now, I don't need to......

"Is that big orange a child who is not in a good mood?"

A passing female tourist nodded to her boyfriend next to her, and then pointed to the orange figure that gradually disappeared into the forest path.

"Maybe the dried fish was robbed by a monkey......"

Her boyfriend said with a shake of his shoulders.

Who knows why a cat is sorrowful?

After all, he hadn't even figured out why his girlfriend was angry......

And Yi Chun, who had already left, naturally ignored their discussion.

Now, he has been able to ignore the voices of tourists to a certain extent.

Or rather, it doesn't matter to him whether they or they are.

For Yi Chun, this world is still strange.

The only thing he is familiar with now is this mountain, this view.

Perhaps the idea of originating from the ancient agricultural civilization is still interspersed with Yi Chun's consciousness in a subtle vein.

While he is eager to explore the world and discover new mysteries, he also yearns for a relatively stable rhythm.

Just like a seedling, no matter where it is blown away, it always has to take root.

When the rhizomes are deeply rooted in the soil, the mind can be settled.

Maybe it's like playing some kind of exploration game, even if the backpack and abilities are enough to support unlimited exploration.

But all the time, you have to go back to that little den, which may not be very luxurious.

Then little by little, he counted his gains and thoughts......

It may also be a bond, but it is not contrary to freedom.

Otherwise, Yi Chun always felt that he would be lost in the endless world and infinite civilization......

As for stepping out of your comfort zone?

meow!

The fur on Yi Chun's body trembled, and some kind of aura belonging to a dangerous predator walked in the mountains.

Suddenly, the monkeys who were begging for food from tourists in the distance screamed in horror.

"Squeak!"

"Squeak!"

Yi Chun's ears rolled, and he began to speed up his pace to leave.

He doesn't like monkeys though, because these guys always want to pull his tail.

But I'm afraid the people of Yundao don't think so.........

"This kitten ......"

In the distance, in the middle of the clouds and mountains, the old Taoist shook his head at the shrill cries of the monkeys.

There were things scattered around the table in front of him, looking like they were going to build something.

And in the middle of the table, there is a golden bead standing in the middle, and the hidden lines on it are faintly visible.

Next to the bead is a bronze object.

Judging by its outward outline, it appears to be a rough billet of a bell......

…………

…………

"Booming ......"

The snow began to fall heavily, and Yi Chun Mao looked at the snow outside in the firewood room next to the dining room.

In fact, now in the mountains, there is not much firewood.

After all, carrying a liquefied gas tank up the mountain is also a good practice project......

It's just that, out of the need for the training of outer disciples, there is no shortage of firewood here.

The broken stakes, dummies, and firewood from the disciples who had been punished for cutting firewood were chopped and neatly stacked in a large space even inner.

The small room outside is where the Taoist caretaker goes about his daily work.

The so-called relying on the mountains to eat the mountains, there is a lot of firewood here, and the dining room can't digest so much firewood.

Fortunately, the caretaker made a hearth here.

But by this time, the caretaker had already left.

Due to Yi Chun's arrival, the caretaker did not extinguish the fire, and Yi Chun was still squatting there.

The orange-red flame brings a warm scent.

But Yi Chun didn't close the door, so the overall temperature in the house was not high.

Inside, there is an iron gate in the firewood area, which is now locked.

However, the caretaker moved some wood in the corner of the small room.

In terms of quantity, there is nothing wrong with burning it overnight.

At this time, many families may be preparing to have a reunion dinner.

Vaguely, Yi Chun smelled the aroma of stewed fish and pork ribs.

By this time, the outer disciples had almost gone.

The whole mountain seemed to become much colder in an instant.

"Smack!"

Yi Chun swept a piece of wood into the hearth with his tail.

Then, in the orange firelight, a few unusual-looking weeds were pulled out of nowhere.

The refining of Shidan has many restrictions on external conditions.

As for the Xudan, relatively speaking, there is no emphasis on the material aspect.

Whether it's firewood in the mortal world or lava in the ground.

But anything that burns seems to make no difference......

Subsequently, Yi Chun turned into a snow-white moon owl.

"Goo......

Looking at the sword heart grass below, Yi Chun paused, and then threw it directly into the furnace!

In the heat, the water-filled grass stems make an inaudible crisp sound.

When the water droplets explode, the entire grass stem instantly becomes curled.

From burnt yellow to red, from swarthy to gray......

In the blink of an eye, those few sword heart grasses were completely turned into ashes!

But in another realm, Yi Chun could observe that some sharp breath was instantly emanating from the hearth!

It is as thin as a needle, dense as rain, but with a sword as cold as a sword edge, it roars in! It's not a blessing, it's a thunder!

Just like a thousand hammers, the weak are broken and impurities precipitate!

The alchemy of the swordsman is also the refining of people!

In the next moment, countless sword qi roared in, and the direct descend drowned Yi Chun who was blocking in front of them!