After a night, Wentian gradually adapted to the pain of "burning bones", so he refined all the remaining spiritual materials into flame burning bone paste, and simply put it in place at one time, so that the small tree was painted all over the body.

Sweat is like rain, which is the best portrayal of Wentian at the moment. Flame Bone Burning Paste was applied almost all over Wen Tian's body, not just the upper half of his body like yesterday. As you can imagine, the pain in this has been magnified countless times.

The color of the Flame Bone Burning Cream faded away, and the medicinal power was being absorbed, helping to recast the bones.

Wentian was lying on the stone slab, like a fish about to die due to lack of water, but his eyes were bright. The spiritual power mixed with medicinal power washed Wentian's body, integrating it into the bone marrow bit by bit, turning each bone into a "spiritual source".

"Boy, you're a mess. The little tree was furious.

"I know you're desperate to improve your strength, but you can't do it quickly, you have to keep that in mind. ”

It's crazy to ask the sky, such a large amount of Flame Burning Bone Cream, one careless will crush the bones, leaving irreversible injuries, and the realm stops here, so Xiao Shu is so angry.

Wentian was silent, indeed, because of many affairs recently, Wentian gradually realized the lack of strength, so he cultivated frantically, but with little success.

"It seems that the mood is a little messy. ”

"If it was the previous question, he would never be so blind. "Ask Tian to compare his former self with his present, and the results speak for themselves.

If you have power, you will continue to chase power, and this desire will drive people to a dead end, and once you indulge in it, it is not far from destruction.

"Xiaoshu, I have to stop cultivating for a while. ”

Xiaoshu didn't speak, maybe this was a tacit acquiescence to Wentian's decision, and the current Wentian was too impetuous.

A few days later.

There are many small towns in the vicinity of the Flame Mountains, which may be inevitable, the so-called relying on the mountains to eat the mountains, relying on the water to draft, the Flame Mountains are the economic source of these towns.

Each town will select a group of people to form a hunting team, regularly go into the mountains to hunt spirit beasts, and trade the hunted furs, claws, beast sources and other items with high-level warriors to obtain money. Especially the beast source, it can be sold at a good price.

The hunting team is all good at it, otherwise it is impossible to enter the hunting team, and the warriors in the team are at least the cultivation of the six turns of qi, and there is absolutely no problem in dealing with some small spirit beasts.

Hongfeng Town is a relatively small town, and it is often oppressed by other powerful towns on weekdays.

On one of the streets of the town, a beggar was begging, in tatters, with a torn hat on his head and a foul smell.

"Okay, okay, I haven't eaten in a few days. ”

"This uncle, give saliva to drink. ”

The little beggar lies in front of a butcher's shop, begging the butcher to give him a drink.

"Go, little beggar, don't interfere with my business. The butcher pinched his nose, and the smell of the little beggar made him unbearable.

"Uncle, give saliva to drink. The little beggar begged again.

"Little beggar, don't be ignorant, don't get out, Lao Tzu will cut you with a knife!" The butcher saw that the little beggar did not give up, and he was furious, and raised his butcher's knife to threaten the little beggar.

The little beggar, seeing the dangling knife, seemed to be afraid, and left the butcher's stall and continued to beg from the others, all of whom were rejected without exception.

The little beggar crawled to a splendid inn and asked the shopkeeper for some leftovers, and the guests in the shop asked about the taste of the little beggar and frowned.

Xiao Er observed his words and looks, and naturally knew that he was going to do something bad, so he kicked the little beggar in the leg.

"Get out, go somewhere else!"

"Uncle, you're okay. The little beggar grabbed Xiao Er's trouser leg and left a black paw print.

"Look for death!" Xiao Er looked at the "black mark", his anger rose from his heart, and he lifted the stick and hit the little beggar's leg is a stick.

"Click!"

There was a sound of bones shattering, and the little beggar's leg was broken.

"Ah, my legs, my legs!" the little beggar howled in pain, clutching his legs and rolling on the ground.

"Someone, drag him out and throw him in a mass grave. Xiao Er called the thugs in the store, and the two of them set up the little beggar and walked towards the mass grave and threw the little beggar there.

After the backs of the two disappeared, the little beggar with a broken leg suddenly stood up, and under the broken hat was a pair of eyes as deep as stars, this little beggar was none other than Wentian, who was cultivating in the Flame Mountain Range.

Ever since he stopped cultivating, Wentian had closed his spiritual source and pretended to be an ordinary person wandering around the surrounding towns, refining his heart in the red dust.

The place where I wandered today was the town of Red Maple.

"Damn!" Wen Tian rubbed the place where the shopkeeper had just smashed with a stick, and scolded.

"This cub was so ruthless that he almost broke Lao Tzu's leg. ”

Of course, that's the case, but after all, Wentian's cultivation is there, even if he doesn't use spiritual power, he won't be broken by a broken stick, but there will definitely be pain.

"Look at Lao Tzu next time if he doesn't break his dog's legs, three!"

"Hahaha!" Xiao Shu laughed on the altar of Wentian, laughing so much that his stomach hurt, it was obviously very interesting to watch Wentian eat deflated.

"Dead tree, don't laugh, damn. "If you are angry, you will pull out the little tree and beat it.

"Don't, don't, I'm not smiling. Xiaoshu stopped laughing, but no matter how he looked at it, he looked like he wanted to laugh.

Wentian looked at Xiaoshu's cheap look, and just as he wanted to do it, he heard a voice.

"Grandpa, there seems to be someone?"

"It can't be, how can there be people in mass graves. An old voice followed.

"Grandpa, let's go and see, in case there's anyone. The young man insisted on his opinion.

"Alas, I really can't help you, so let's go and see. ”

The footsteps of an old man and a young man approached, and Wentian immediately lay on the ground, holding the "injured leg" and fainted.

"Look, grandpa, there's a man here, a beggar. The boy's voice rang out.

The young man's grandfather was silent, staring at the "fainted" Wentian for a long time. The earthly Wentian gathered his breath to the lowest and was dying.

"Grandpa, you see he's dying, let's save him. ”

"This ......" The old man was a little reluctant, the little beggar was of unknown origin, and it would be bad if it was a bandit.

The young man saw that his grandfather didn't move, and he didn't think that Wentian was dirty, so he picked up Wentian and walked straight home. The old man was helpless and followed home.

"Hmm, where is this?"

"You're awake, this is my house, that's my grandfather. The young man pointed to the ground, and some to the old man in front of the door.

"Why am I here?" said Wen Tian with a confused expression.

"You passed out on a mass grave, and I carried you back. ”

The two of them gradually became acquainted with each other, and Wentian also knew the young man's name: Yunchen.

The old man watched Wentian's every move, and his eyes flashed with a gleam.

In the next few days, under Yunchen's care, Wentian slowly recovered from the "injury" on his leg and was able to get out of bed to work.

After eating and drinking for a few days in other people's homes, I always have to help do some work, and Wentian has never been accustomed to owing favors to others.

"Mo asked, why did you come out, the injury on your leg is not healed, go and rest. Mo Wen is the pseudonym of Wentian.

"It's almost good, it's out of the way. Wen Tian smiled.

Yunchen still didn't believe it, and checked it himself, and sure enough, as Wentian said, the bruises on his legs disappeared.

In the past two days lying in bed, Wentian has not been idle, always running the spiritual technique to absorb the spiritual energy.

The method of sealing the spiritual source of Wentian is taught by Xiaoshu, this sealing method will not affect the absorption of spiritual energy, and after the spiritual energy is converted into spiritual power, it will enter the spiritual source, but it cannot use a single spiritual power.

In addition, Wentian also learned that Yunchen and his grandfather had lived in seclusion here for many years, and had been living by hunting, and their lives were passable and carefree.

It's just that Wentian always feels a sense of disobedience, but he can't say where the disobedience is.

Yunchen took the weapon and prepared to go into the mountains to hunt, when he saw it, he took the initiative to ask to go together, but Yunchen couldn't help it, so he had to agree.

During the hunting process, Wen Tian found that Yunchen's techniques were very sophisticated, and he didn't think much about it, only thinking that it was the experience accumulated over the years of hunting.

The two went down the mountain and asked the sky to help Yunchen drag the prey, rabbits, pheasants and everything, and today's harvest was not bad.

At night, Wentian made a big meal for Yunchen and his grandfather, and the ingredients were those prey, and the old and the young feasted, constantly praising Wentian's good craftsmanship.

Yunchen also took out his grandfather's old wine, and the grandfather and grandson were so drunk that after asking the heavens to help them into the room to rest, they also went back to their own rooms and fell asleep on the bed.

Yunchen's room.

The old man who should have been sleeping suddenly opened his eyes, and the light of spiritual power flashed on his body, and the old man came to the door of Wentian and gently pushed the door open.

Wentian slept like a dead pig in bed, and snored like thunder.

The old man's eyes were complicated, and he raised and lowered his hand, repeating it several times, but after all, he still couldn't make a move, and he turned around and wanted to come out.

"It's so late, what's the matter with you always looking for me?" The old man was startled, turned around, and saw that Wen Tian, who was still asleep just now, was sitting on the bed at this time.

"Sure enough, you're not an ordinary person. The old man was surprised for a moment before he regained his composure, and was obviously not surprised.

"Are you the same for each other?" Wentian looked indifferent.

"You're not afraid I'll kill you?" The old man couldn't help but ask, looking at Wentian's fearless appearance.

"Didn't you just do it?"

"What if I change my mind now?" asked the old man rhetorically.

"Hehe, if you still have the strength you had before, I should really run away now, but now, what's the use of your cultivation of the three turns of the source?" Xiao Shu just transmitted the message to Wentian, this old man has a secret wound in his body, and his cultivation in the Condensation Realm is less than seven or eight out of ten.

The old man's heart was turbulent, he had been injured for many years, causing his cultivation to regress, and the fluctuation of spiritual power was already very weak, and this young man could see through it at a glance.

"He sent you. The old man sighed, Wentian saw through his cultivation, but he couldn't see through Wentian's cultivation.

"I've never begged anyone in my life, and now I just beg you to let Chen'er go. The old man wanted to kneel down when he finished speaking.

"Stop!" asked the old man to stop him.

"Why are you like this, what did he send?" Wentian was confused.

The old man was also confused, this young man was not sent by him?

When Wentian saw the old man's expression, he knew that there might be something hidden in it, and took the lead in explaining

"I'm just refining my heart in the red dust, not by anyone. ”

"This, this ......" The old man couldn't even speak, looking very confused.

I can't cry or laugh when I ask the sky, I may have really made a big oolong, and I was still nervous just now, if this old man is desperate to kill himself, then it must be cool today.

One old and one young stared at each other until dawn.