As the saying goes, the poor get rich. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info it's okay to be frugal at home, and it's a little more generous to spend money when you go out, but Xu Feng is extremely depressed when he goes out this time, and he made a budget in advance, but he is still poor by the big stomach.

Especially in the second half of the journey, every time he arrived in a prosperous town, Xu Feng had a feeling of entering the city with dirt buns, which he didn't dare to buy! That money was not enough! At night, he dreamed of picking up silver.

In Xu Feng's life experience, there has never been a lack of money. Not to mention the invention of a physical theory, even a university lecture is enough to squander yourself for three years and five years. Now that I finally know the beauty and importance of silver, I began to seriously think about a question: it is necessary to practice and earn money at the same time.

Of course, if you cultivate to Da Luo Jin Xian, it will definitely be useless to ask for silver, even if you have a small success, you can enter the eyes of the current emperor, and you will be able to capture the glory and wealth.

But before he became a god, the silver seemed to be a little more real, and it would not drool when he saw the delicious deep-sea lobster, and he would not rush around the vast Gobi under the scorching sun in order to save a scrap or two of silver.

Xu Feng is an enjoyable teenager in his bones, he doesn't need to use the conditions, stupid, he doesn't have the conditions, he has to enjoy the conditions when he creates them!

In Xu Feng's cognition, the most despised are ascetics and other cultivators, who live in isolation and take torturing themselves as their own responsibility, making it the same as the bitterness and hatred of this world. This kind of practice also illustrates at least two problems: first, such a practitioner is not a genius, and if a genius knows all the Dharma and advances thousands of miles every day, he does not need to torture himself by changing the Fa; second, if torturing himself is cultivation, then what is the point of cultivation? Xu Feng is a scientific researcher, and cultivation is also a kind of scientific research, gaining perception and freedom, Xu Feng even vaguely hopes to understand why he came to this world, and whether he can return to Earth one day?

Cultivation is such a big topic, if it is placed on the earth, it is estimated that it can win more than a dozen Nobel Prizes. Now there is only one person in front of this project, no team, no scientific research equipment, and no start-up capital that is eager to be worn at this moment.

After thinking about it, I was finally about to reach my destination.

Renting a boat, even if it is a canopy boat a few feet long, will cost at least six taels of silver, and the two of them are shy in their pockets, so they have to find another plan. Xu Feng tried to negotiate with the cargo ship at the wharf again and again, and finally spent two taels of silver to board a passing ship carrying grain. The conditions are: nothing can be done on the deck, can only stay in the cabin, the cargo hold.

This is a huge mast sailing ship, the ship is full of men who run the rivers and lakes to traffic, and in the cold autumn wind, there are also bare strong arms, busy back and forth to store goods, raise the sail and turn the direction.

The boat traveled for two days, safe and sound, and gradually approached the mouth of the two borders.

In the narrow warehouse, hay and reeds are spread on the barn board, which is considered a sleeper. Xu Feng took out the dragon head dart of the sixth uncle and aimed at the standing wood at the bottom of the warehouse to practice, Bang ...... Nation...... Bang's voice rang out in a knot.

Jiang Liao has lived a simpler life these days, with only two things: eating and sleeping, sleeping and eating. Sometimes it merges into one thing, eating and sleeping at the same time.

The boat arrived at the mouth of the Liangjie River and the Netherworld Lake, and the weather was fine.

Due to the severe lack of effective entertainment, Xu Feng was about to suffer from depression in the bilge, and after telling the boatman a few meat jokes to liven up the atmosphere, he was allowed to go to the deck.

Xu Feng stood at the bow of the boat with his hands in his hands, with excitement, with a beautiful yearning for the world of cultivation, looking into the distance, two Yunyan struggled to shuttle in the sky, the sky was dotted with white clouds, in the middle of the boat, there was a big flag floating high on the mast of more than ten zhang, the edge of the flag was embroidered with golden water lines, and a simple word "goodness" in the middle was waving in the wind.

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A few days ago, thousands of miles away Hengshui. There is also a word "good", and this word "goodness" is not printed on the flag, but on a person's chest. This person is a typical fat and round, with a fat face, and a black gown that does not fit well, looking shorter and fatter, with a flattering expression towards Huang Juncai.

"Young master, rest assured, as long as this guy gets on the boat of our Shanshui Gang, it will be difficult to fly with wings!"

Ha ha...... Ha ha...... Huang Juncai laughed proudly, as if he immediately saw Xu Feng's floating corpse in the river of the two realms, he turned around abruptly in laughter, stopped the folding fan in his hand in mid-air, and said with a hideous face: "The New Year is approaching, the freight is busy, the Huang family has given up a whole sixteen big boats for you Shanshuitang to use for free, the condition is that the head of this guy, Master Yuan can weigh it himself!"

The smile on the face of the Yuan master is even stronger, and the heart is really a godsend, get this opportunity, but solve the big thing for the hall master, maybe, after the New Year, he will be promoted to the next level, and then the Xiaohong in Yihong Courtyard will be included in the room, it will be double happiness!

Director Yuan said with a boastful look: "Young master, don't worry, there are not only more than a dozen right-hand men on this ship, but also a high-level offering in the Shanshui Hall, but the genuine cultivator, Zhongzhou Dragon and Phoenix Shen Yiyang, I am afraid that the young master has also heard of it, and it is rumored that he has entered the realm of gold and stone!"

Shen Yilang is the most famous genius boy in Zhongzhou in recent years. The four major states and counties of the Great Xia Empire, Shuozhou, Liangzhou, Zhongzhou, and Huizhou have risen in the past few years, and a group of young cultivators have risen in these years.

Shen Yilang is extremely conceited, and one of his big hobbies is to fight with loose cultivators who are older than him, and defeat others in order to promote his prestige. There is no way to do loose cultivation, even if you are bullied, there is no one to support you, although the scheming is a little inferior, but the key is that you can win! It also shows that Shen Yilang has real skills.

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The mouth of the two realms, the water area is wide, the boiling river forms a fan surface into the Xuanming Lake, the front end of the fan surface can clearly see the boundary between the river water and the lake water, the river water is white, the lake water is black, and the black and white water area is very distinct, forming a peculiar landscape.

Autumn is crisp and cloudless, and a large ship sails smoothly into the estuary.

At the beginning of the morning light, obliquely from the gap in the deck into the bottom of the warehouse, forming rows of light and dark intertwined pillars of light, through the light pillars can see countless fine dust entwined and flying, Xu Feng leisurely leaned on the sack, staring at the flying dust in the light mist in a daze.

The light in the cargo hold dimmed, and a figure appeared in front of Xu Feng. Jianghu people do things, pay attention to simplicity and directness, can kill at one time, and never waste meaningless battles. The person who appeared out of thin air was none other than Shen Yilang, a famous young monk in Zhongzhou.

Shen Yilang is very young, he is really a young man, dressed as a Confucian student, looking at Xu Feng with a smile, as if he is not here to kill someone, but to chat with a good friend.

From such a young man appearing in front of him, a warning suddenly rose in Xu Feng's heart, feeling that the invisible aura around him was reordered around the young man in front of him, the entire cabin was even lower, and the young man in front of him looked extremely tall.

"Cultivator!" Xu Feng was shocked in his heart, all kinds of thoughts swirled quickly in his mind, and he instantly understood the situation in front of him, and on the surface, he was still calmly staring at the dust flying in the pillar of light.

When he appeared in the cabin, Shen Yilang had already released the cultivator's qi, but the young man in front of him was unmoved, you must know that the pressure released by the cultivator, if it is added to ordinary people who have not achieved enlightenment, people's hearts will be extremely frightened, like waking up from a nightmare, like being targeted by arrows in the distance.

Xu Feng carefully felt the qi released by Shen Yilang, like a spider touching the cobwebs one by one, and felt the invisible but faintly tangible things floating around him. This was Xu Feng's first contact with a cultivator, and there was a fear between life and death, but it was mixed with a kind of curiosity, and this feeling made Xu Feng extremely impressed. It is a rare realization for him to understand the relationship between the aura of heaven and earth and the human body in this world.

Shen Yilang looked at Xu Feng, who was lazy and half-lying, the smile on his face became more and more vigorous, and he said slowly: "It is rumored that the Holy King, watching the moth Zhenyu in the morning light, once enlightened, he achieved supreme divine skills, I don't know what you kid saw from this time!"

"I saw a dead man. Xu Feng pointed to the oblique pillar of light.

Ha ha...... Shen Yilang's eyes were shining, and he smiled: "You saw it right! You are the dead man! I admit, you are an interesting person, I almost fell in love with you! But you are going to die, you will not know who I am, and I don't need to know your name, this is fate." ”

Shen Yilang made up his mind: "Okay, I've been rambling enough." A short sword appeared in his hand and suddenly swung diagonally towards Xu Feng.

Xu Feng immediately felt a sharp ice blade mixed with a cold cold wind coming towards him, and the sword qi in Shen Yilang's hand was like a cold ice blade, if it was cut on himself, it was estimated that he would have to cut himself into two pieces!