At this time, Wen Junzhi was on top of a big tree, the dense canopy covered his figure, he sat cross-legged, his palms up, gently on the knees of his legs, his eyes slightly closed, already settled.

Suddenly, he sensed that the spiritual power in his body had a sign of a fork in qi, and immediately withdrew all the spiritual energy into the dantian, and then let out a long breath.

He opened his eyes, and his good-looking sword eyebrows furrowed slightly.

"The Legend of Taisu" is indeed too difficult, even if he has a very high level of understanding, it will take several days to read a mantra, and it will take several days to run the aura according to this mantra.

He had been in retreat for almost two months, the weather was getting warmer, everything was recovering, the spring equinox had passed, there were many insects chirping in the mountains and forests, and hibernating animals had begun to run out of the tree cavities and soil pits to feed.

Striving to be a forest is full of vitality.

Cultivating at this time can absorb the aura of the revival of all things, and can get twice the result with half the effort.

But he still only practiced two chapters.

Looking at the later chapters of "The Biography of Taisu", he sighed, the road is long and difficult.

I don't know how long this retreat will take.

He jumped down from the tree, and the big yellow dog suddenly ran up to him, holding an animal in his mouth.

Wen Junzhi was startled and hurriedly rescued the animal.

But it must not be a protected animal.

Fortunately, it's just a hare, and it's not a protected species.

Looking at the rhubarb sitting on the front with a "I raise you" expression, Wen Junzhi touched its head helplessly and said, "We can't eat wild animals."

Rhubarb had a puzzled expression, as if asking, "Why can't you eat it?"

Wen Junzhi said: "Because wild animals carry a lot of viruses and bacteria, we eat wild animals, and it is easy to bring these viruses and bacteria back to the human world, and once there is any mutated virus, it will be a disaster for the entire human race."

Although Rhubarb still didn't understand, he wagged his tail and seemed to indicate that he understood and didn't go hunting in the future.

Wen Junzhi looked at the injured rabbit, sighed, bandaged its wounds, and put it in the hollow of the tree, so that it would not be hunted by other animals because of its injuries.

"Rhubarb, we should go down the mountain and buy some supplies." Wen Jun stopped, "This time is different from the past, in ancient times, the monks who lived in seclusion in the mountains and forests could eat wild game and taste mountain fruits, and now they have to go down the mountain from time to time to shop, in this era, how can there be real seclusion."

Rhubarb tilted his head, as if thinking.

A man and a dog descended the mountain, and there was a small town at the bottom of the mountain, and today was the day of the market, and the market was bustling with people, and the farmers were selling their own fruits, vegetables, and home-brewed wine.

Wen Junzhi bought some rice and noodles in the grain and oil store, and bought some meat, as for vegetables, he likes to find wild vegetables in the mountains, which has a unique flavor.

He used to load supplies in a small red three-wheeler, and if the people in the business saw this, their jaws would drop.

The dignified and dignified president, the son of the top family in Darong City, has no worries about food and clothing all his life, and even uses the best toilet paper, and he can ride this kind of small three-wheeled that only low-level working people can ride.

He really doesn't have any idol baggage.

Rhubarb was lying in the cargo compartment behind the small three-wheeler, silently watching the passers-by.

Wen Junzhi wanted to eat some peasant vegetables in a roadside snack shop and go back to the mountains to continue his cultivation, but suddenly he stepped down and looked sideways at a roadside stall.

An old mountain man squatted on the side of the road, with a long white cloth wrapped around his head, like a hat, and a urea bag in front of him, on which were placed many medicinal herbs collected from the mountains and forests.

Wen Junzhi's gaze fell on a medicinal herb, it was a piece of bark, and it looked no different from ordinary bark from the front, but if you turned it over, you would find that on the inside of the bark, it was actually a piece of blood red.

Seeing him pick up the piece of bark, a smile appeared on the old mountain man's wrinkled and dark face: "Little brother has good eyesight, my medicinal herbs, this taste of maple ghost skin is the best."

"Maple Ghost Skin?" The reason why Wen Junzhi took a fancy to this piece of bark was because he was aware of the aura contained in it.

Among these medicinal materials, only this one is an elixir, and the others are all ordinary medicines.

The old mountain man nodded, and said patiently, "Little brother is from out of town, right? I haven't heard of the legends from our side."

Wen Junzhi immediately took out a pack of cigarettes, took out one and lit it for him, and handed the rest to him.

The old mountain man smiled more heartily, took a deep puff of his cigarette, and said, "Although this Huazi is good, it is not as good as the leaf smoke we grow ourselves, but it is not bad to change the taste once in a while."

He smoked a cigarette and said, "We have a legend about the Kaede Ghost here."

"It is said that in ancient times, there was a person who cultivated in the mountains and forests of ours and became an immortal. It is said that when he became an immortal, the maple trees all over the mountains turned blood-red, and the peaks were like a thick wedding dress, sending him to soar in the day."