The snow-covered mountains and forests are no different from the winters of previous years.

Unlike the other peaks of the Moloch Mountains, there are no other magical beasts on the crystal mine except for the silver wolf, which is probably the safest place in the dangerous winter forest.

Snow covered the bamboo pavilion, and the silver wolf lazily lay on the rooftop to watch the scenery. Liu Ci also has two months of retreat, he is afraid of going on a business trip, and he has been guarding for two nights, and his thoughts are restless these days, and I am afraid that the tyrannical qi that cannot be suppressed in his body every winter will be approaching. At that time, it would not be able to continue to stay in the stone house, and the silver wolf considered whether to entrust it to the coo-crunt bird for a few days.

In the afternoon, the livestock were hungry and restless, and the corners of the silver wolf's mouth twitched, because Liu Ci was in retreat, it was not easy to instruct other demonic beasts to work, and the dignified silver wolf king fed her livestock for two months, and every time she thought of the consequences of being informed by other demonic beasts, she really had the urge to crash to death on the wall of the stone house.

The big fat pigs in the pigsty didn't care about the silver wolf's thoughts, they barked when they were hungry, and rolled all over the ground and arched the wall without eating, and the silver wolf had to jump off the roof and open the cellar, and give them a basket of sweet potatoes. There are also chickens, rabbits, cattle and sheep, and the feed is not the same, so the silver wolf wants Liu Ci to get out of the customs quickly.

After feeding the livestock, the silver wolf repeatedly washed the non-existent smell on his body, and began to miss the food made by Liu Ci while lying on the chaise longue.

No one spoke to it for two months, and it was really uncomfortable.

Feeling the sudden energy fluctuation next door, the silver wolf straightened up from the couch.

For two months, only the sound of breathing remained, and now the energy fluctuations in the body had disturbed the irrelevant magical elements around him, and he guessed with his toes that Liu Ci had reached a critical period!

It's hateful that her cultivation path has nothing in common with demonic beasts, and the silver wolf can't do anything for Liu Ci if she wants to.

With a sigh, it fell down again. However, his eyes are always fixed on the wall, and his ears are also attentive to the movement of the wall.

The silver wolf guessed correctly, Liu Ci, who had been in retreat for two months, had indeed reached a critical moment at this time.

In the autumn, he had a feeling in his heart, and the aura in the meridians also tended to be complete, so Liu Ci immediately chose the retreat to impact the foundation building period.

From practicing Qi to building a foundation, only by crossing the gap in the middle can you truly embark on the path of cultivation, and how can it be completed in a casual day or two. It took Liu Ci two full months to really adjust his body to the best state.

The viscous aura flowed through the meridians, sometimes as fast as thunder and sometimes stagnant, with the ups and downs of her state of mind.

After three years of training, countless times in trouble, the picture of fighting to the death with the monster can always make Liu Ci's mood disordered, at this time, she naturally needs to "pull" it, think more about the leisure of farming in the forest, and the speed of the aura as fast as thunder will slowly calm down.

Once she indulges in the good old things, the aura in the meridians will stagnate, and she needs to "push" at this time.

Tight and loose, idle and pressing, two completely different states of mind, Liu Ci actively seeks a balance between them.

In this way, after two months, when the aura in the meridians was no longer chaotic, she knew that it was time to truly build the foundation.

Dongting Lake, Junshan Island, the faint sweet fragrance under the thousand-year-old laurel tree. Every summer, the lotus blooms all over the Dongting Lake, the new willows in spring and February, the crabs and shrimps in the lake in autumn can be used, and the snow occasionally falls in winter, but it is by no means as big as the Moloch Mountains.

Year after year, the same running seasons, the same cold moonlight, Liu Ci often can't remember where he is.

Where is her hometown, where is the other world, what does she want?

The mottled bamboo shadows on Junshan Island, the swaying reeds by the lake, the new mushrooms emerging from the mountains and forests after the rain, and the clusters of fresh fungus. In front of her eyes is a piece of greenery, but the vitality of the wood system is not limited to green?

Liu Ci felt that she had taken a small boat to flow with the water on the surface of Dongting Lake, and the new lotus on the lake suddenly became the bare lotus leaf in the center of her eyebrows for several years, and in the end, the picture became that she was hungry for meat when she first came to the other world, fishing on the river beach where the ice had just melted.

Of course, vitality is not limited to "spring and summer", the harvest of autumn and the accumulation of winter constitute the ubiquitous "life" of the world.

Liu Ci realized something, the spiritual platform was clear, and the viscous aura ran from slow to fast, over and over again, until he had accumulated enough strength and surged down his abdomen under Liu Ci's full thrust.

That was where the dantian was, and when the aura broke through that barrier, there was only boundless green left in front of Liu Ci's eyes.

All the spiritual energy in the body was inhaled into the dantian, and eventually formed a pale green nebula cyclone.

With each rotation, some aura was refined into spiritual power.

In this process, Liu Ci's meridians, bones, flesh and blood were all nourished. The aura accumulates a lot, and finally all the qualitative becomes "spiritual power"!

Feeling the "calm and calm" next door, the worry in the silver wolf's heart was put down, and his cold face softened a lot.

And Liu Ci in the study, as soon as he opened his eyes, he didn't have time to experience the afterglow of "building the foundation", and he was almost fainted by himself.

The impurities discharged were black and wrapped her in it, Liu Ci pinched her nose and stood up, rushed into the bathroom and soaked for two hours.

The skin is as new as a shelled egg, the hair is black and shiny, the ten fingers are tender and green, Liu Ci stands in front of the mirror and blinks, daring to practice is the best skin care product? The traces brought by farming and forest experience disappeared, Liu Ci touched her face, her apple muscles were moist and full, her eyes were clear and bloodless, and the scars from several injuries on her body had faded, she was in excellent condition, a beautiful "sixteen-year-old" girlhood.

Not counting the years before the crossing, the sixteen-year-old foundation building monk, Liu Ci couldn't help but laugh when he touched his face: although the way to absorb the aura was a little complicated, it was precisely because the aura was repelled by the magic elements that the aura was tightly locked in her body and did not waste a single cent to build the foundation in five years.

The silver wolf outside the door turned his face aside, in Liu Ci's hometown dialect, the stinky and beautiful gods and horses are the most annoying.

……

Contrary to Liu Ci's joy, a certain adventure team in the mountains can be described as embattled.

It was a team of five, four men and one woman, with tattered and scarred clothes and a very embarrassed look.

Night was about to fall again, and in the silence of the woods, the group of blonde women in armor lit a bonfire. The fire shone on her face, and there were two new streaks of blood on her thin cheeks, which had been hung from a tree branch during the day when she had escaped from under the mouth of the beast. The bridge of the woman's nose is high, the two eyebrows are thick and dense, the eyebrows are brown eyes, and the resolute lips are a little molting. With her weapons at her side, her figure wrapped in leather boots and leather armor is very proud, even if her clothes are a little dirty, and there are obvious freckles on her nose and cheeks, it cannot be denied that she is a very attractive female warrior.

To her left was a handsome man wrapped in a robe, pale and bloodless, with a pair of delicate brown eyebrows tightly wrinkled, looking a little like a female warrior, and relatively young in his early twenties. The thick gray robe stood up to wrap around his neck, and the two stars embroidered with gold thread on the neckline indicated that he was a "two-star magician" who had been assessed by the Magic Association.

The man sitting on the right was bearded, with his shawl and curly hair tied in a mess behind his head, and his burly figure was wiping the great sword in his hand with a cloth in the firelight.

All three of them sat quietly by the fire, their faces tired, and they never spoke a word from beginning to end.

Until the other two people in the team came back with their prey, the short man with rotten teeth threw the two rabbits in his hand on the ground and scolded: "Phew, even the rabbits are going to rebel, and there is no way to escape from Uncle Jeff!" ”

There was also a slightly chubby middle-aged man, whose hair was already showing signs of baldness, and sat down with his hands rubbed together, his face full of unnaturalness, apparently he went out to hunt without a harvest.

Very eye-catching, he took two hares from the short Jeff's hands and opened his stomach, and the bald middle-aged man's hands moved flexibly, and soon two rabbits began to roast on the fire.

"Uncle Sam, it looks like we're going in the wrong direction again."

The thin-cheeked female warrior took the skin around her waist and drank the water inside, grabbing the snow ball on the ground and stuffing it in. This was originally a skin bag for wine, but after being lost in the Moroch Mountains for two months, even ten bags of wine were drunk early.

As soon as the topic came in the wrong direction, the sadness on Uncle Sam's face was undisguised. When the other three people in the team heard this, their faces couldn't help but tense.

"Captain, I'm ......"

In addition to warriors and magicians, a guide who is familiar with the situation of the mountains and forests is naturally indispensable for an adventuring team, and Sam, a bald middle-aged man, is obviously the "guide" of the five-person team to work happily together. What is more surprising is that the captain of the five-person adventure team is a woman.

The female captain waved her hand, "I don't blame you, Sam, we need to calm down and find a way out." If you still blame each other, you can only be trapped in the mountains. ”

After hearing what she said, Sam's face was grateful, and the expressions of the other three people were soothed.

The captain was right, no matter how much he blamed Uncle Sam at this time, he would not be able to change the situation of them trapped in the mountains, but would cause the already badly damaged team to fall apart.

The thought of the death of the adventure party of more than twenty people and only five people died, the short Jeff couldn't help but reddened his eyes. His strength is not strong in the team, and it is luck and cleverness that escaped death from the mouth of the monster several times, usually Jeff loves to be sarcastic, but it does not mean that he has no feelings for his companions who have been with him for a few years.

"Damn Fire Eagle, if it weren't for their sneak attack, how would we be lost!"

None of the four members of the team accosted Jeff's roar. The rabbit meat on the fire is cooked, and the rabbit meat without ingredients smells fishy, but it is still full of temptation for people who have been running around all day.

The female captain tore off a piece of rabbit leg meat and handed it to the magician beside her, dividing the rest of the four equally.

The sound of food chewing and the sound of the campfire burning were intertwined, and in order to fight for the core of a fifth-order demonic beast, her team was ambushed, more than twenty people died on the spot, and on the way to escape, there were constantly dangers encountered, and only five members of the team who had been fighting side by side for two months died - in fact, even if they managed to escape from the Moroch Mountains, this adventure team would be ruined, and the revenge of the Fire Eagle was far away.

The resolute lips of the female captain pursed and looked at the darkness in the distance:

"We can't run aimlessly anymore."