In the afternoon, the fog in the valley lightened a little.

Dressed in snake skin and carrying python meat, Wang Ye was as light as a swallow, walking briskly on the desolate riverbed and swimming.

As far as the eye can see, there is a wasteland.

What I thought in my heart was the scenery of the fairy family.

After three years, he is finally about to embark on the path of cultivation!

Because of the excitement in his heart, and the fact that he was wearing snake skin and snake meat was too conspicuous, he walked home on foot with a hundred pounds faster than when he came empty-handed in the morning.

Although he hasn't eaten much meat recently, he has added strength, agility, and endurance with long-term special training...... Almost all of them have reached the peak of mortals, and when Tyson comes, he has to call him big brother.

When I got home, it was still light.

The fog cleared, and a rare ray of sunset was seen, painting the Green River Valley with oil paint.

The scenery of the Green River Valley is slightly monotonous.

The meandering riverbank is not majestic, a crescent-shaped shallow tidal flat, and a few vegetable beds enclosed by pointed wooden fences on the bank......

A few vegetables such as potatoes, radish, cabbage, cucumbers, and tomatoes are planted in the cabbage.

The fruit is only watermelon.

The staple food is only barley, and the yield is very low.

It is mainly potatoes that feed Wang Ye.

It's a big product and it's nutritious...... No wonder someone planted on Mars.

In fact, there are many seeds that can be picked up in the river valley, but most of them are not suitable for cultivation in saline soil.

It's suitable for growing leeks, but you can't stand it if you're single.

Some furniture and kitchen utensils can still be picked up in the river valley, and the degree of damage is not large, so that Wang Ye does not have to drink blood and live a relatively decent life.

It can be seen from this that the catastrophe that swept through the cultivation realm is not very far away.

Wang Ye lived in a cave on the bank of the river.

In front of the door is the vegetable bed, and it is about a safe distance of more than a mile from the puddle.

After all, wild animals also need to drink, and it is not safe to live too close to the water, and the vegetable beds are easy to destroy.

Perhaps because they are not afraid of the night, the beasts of the wasteland live more comfortably than people.

After settling in the Green River Valley for three years, Wang Ye saw bison, crocodiles, and leopards passing by drinking water in broad daylight......

confirmed the eyes, all of which he didn't dare to provoke.

This time he was able to hunt the giant python, mainly because the wolves helped him to assist, if a person encounters the overlord python, he will definitely not dare to be strong.

Next to the vegetable bed, there is a relatively flat pebble boulder, which is Wang Ye's kitchen.

Back in the Green River Valley, he sliced the snake meat as soon as possible, raised a bonfire and roasted ten catties, and marinated the remaining ninety catties.

There is salt in the river valley.

Rainwater accumulates in low-lying shallows, and over time it forms saline-alkali land, and salt is found in places where it is not easy to dry, and it is shiny in the sun.

Put the saline-alkali clods in a broken iron pot, add water to boil, and the water that comes out will contain nitrates.

Wang Ye drilled wood and slowly lit a bonfire.

The barbecue is very fragrant, and the green smoke will also attract attention, but it will not attract fierce beasts.

Because the beasts of prey do not eat cooked food, they are afraid of fire.

It may attract humans, but Wang Ye is not sure if there are other humans in this world......

Even if there were, the population density was low, and the smell of meat and green smoke could not penetrate the desert around the valley.

Every time the bonfire was lit, he felt a little lonely inexplicably, like a grave jumping, and no one responded.

In addition to wolves, the most common in the Green River Valley are snakes, rats, rabbits, and spiders.

Wang Ye is at the top of the food chain in the Green River Valley, the only large mammal.

Unfortunately, no one nursed him......

Whenever it was night, the survival panel always reminded him not to wander outside, let alone travel far.

Therefore, at the moment, Wang Ye can only take advantage of the fact that the sky is not completely dark, roast the meat, and then take it into the cave to eat.

Under his precise control of the fire, salt and chili seeds, the barbecue made a zizzling sound, and the dripping hot oil slowly slid down the plump meat lines......

The snake meat is burnt and buttery in color, slightly spicy with a fresh fragrance, not greasy, not fatty, and intoxicating.

After a while, a fragrant smell of flesh erupted like a volcano.

The river breeze blows slowly, and you can smell the fragrance of snake meat against the sky for ten miles in the wind.

Seeing that the night was falling, Wang Ye hurriedly wrapped the hot roasted snake meat with pampas grass, picked some cucumbers and tomatoes, and entered the cave.

There is a gate with a trap at the entrance to the cave.

The entrance to the cave is very small, and it is very narrow when you first enter, so you have to bow down and go in, and when you get inside, it suddenly opens up.

This was excavated by Wang Ye by hand, an open cave of less than ten square meters.

In addition, he also secretly opened a dog climbing hole for escape, and the outside was sealed with boulders and weeds, and the ventilation conditions were not bad.

The trap of climbing the hole by the dog alone has caught a lot of rats and rabbits in the past three years......

Wang Ye's cave mansion is quite exquisite.

The floor is covered with a layer of wood, which is not so tight, but it can be kept dry and clean.

A simple wooden drying rack, a hand-woven bed on the floor, and a long spliced case...... Whoever sees it thinks this is a cultural person.

Lighting, with fireflies.

Wang Ye built a nest of insects in a wooden box, put pollen, nectar and snails, raised tens of thousands of fireflies, cultivated them for three years, and multiplied for hundreds of generations.

The light provided by the firefly nest is okay, and you can borrow the light to do some carpentry or other handicrafts.

Wang Ye sat cross-legged in front of the long case.

Cucumbers and tomatoes are sliced and roasted raw.

He tore open a piece of half-charred snake meat and gently placed it in his mouth, and the delicious taste rippled in his mouth, as if turning the cells of his whole body into taste buds.

The joy lasted only a moment.

Wang Ye's mind soon stopped eating.

As he ate the roasted snake meat, he took out the rune-reinforced wooden box from his inventory.

The runes on the surface of the wooden box were corroded by the stomach acid of the giant python, and they were easily pried open with a dagger.

What caught Wang Ye's eyes was three things.

A roll of yellowed bamboo slips.

A black cloth bag.

A broken purple bag.

The survival guide was quick to give the results of the exploration.

[A knife-engraved annotation of "Qi Nourishing Technique", including the original text, the experience of cultivating the heart, and the author's daily trivialities. 】

【Half a bag of well-preserved Linggu seeds...... Congratulations, it's time to eat rice. 】

[A broken storage bag, which is empty inside, has lost its storage function.] 】

Qi Nourishing Technique, Spirit Valley, Storage Bag......

Wang Ye excitedly slapped the case, and instantly felt that the snake meat was not fragrant.

It seems that Gou alone is still not enough.

Occasionally, you have to be reckless!

He hurriedly flipped through the bamboo slips.

The handwriting of the inscription is handsome, but there are still some characters that are not the same as Wang Ye imagined, and they have to be identified by panel exploration.

The opening chapter is the self-introduction of the commentator: Han Ping, a monk in green shirts.

Before, he was a literati who lived in the nest country, and he entered the miscellaneous service department of Qingluan Sect in the year of his establishment.

At the age of eighty-eight, he finally refined his qi, and hereby annotated it to comfort the mediocre talents of later generations.

However, in Wang Ye's opinion, he didn't start practicing until he was thirty years old, and he could still refine qi alive......

This talent is equivalent to playing basketball at the age of 30 and being able to enter the national team.

The main part of the "Qi Cultivation Technique" is a beginner's Qi Refining Heart Method, which is suitable for ordinary gifted outer monks or casual cultivators.

The content of this article is not for a rough person like Wang Ye.

"Spit out the old and absorb the new, cultivate self-cultivation and nourish qi, knock on the teeth and swallow the ......"

"Blowing the fetal breath, no one has no self, and ...... is quiet"

"Hearing nothing, seeing nothing, thinking nothing, forming nothing......"

"The fetal breath replenishes the qi, and it lingers, and it seems to be guarded, until it forgets to keep ......"

"The sun and the moon gather in the yellow court, and the sun and the moon shine on my body......"

After reading through the whole article, Wang Ye seems to understand whether he understands or not, he doesn't know how to be conscious, he only hates that he has no culture, and he shouldn't have given up writing from the game back then.

Fortunately, the annotations written by Han Ping are very easy to understand, no different from the vernacular.

Wang Ye carefully read his commentary.

In the opinion of Han Ping's predecessors, the Qi Cultivation Technique is roughly divided into three realms.

In the first realm, the mountains are mountains.

It is necessary for the practitioner to burn incense and bathe, isolate external objects, meditate, enter the realm of selflessness, and take care of all things and oneself in a detached attitude.

In the second realm, the mountain is not a mountain.

Deconstruct all living beings with their own qi and blood, breed illusions, go crazy, and take care of all things.

Say you're a mountain, you're a mountain, say you're a dog, you're a dog, it's like a demon, and it's very domineering.

In the third realm, you don't have to look at the mountains anymore.

Listen to the breath and rhythm of all things, let your heart and breath merge with it, and see the mountain or the mountain, and you don't need to look at the mountain anymore.

At this stage, there is no need to meditate and meditate at all, every word and deed is a practice.

Naturally, dancing with heaven and earth.

Wang Ye didn't expect that he would have such a high realm just to refine his qi.

Perhaps, the Qi cultivation technique is not only about refining Qi, but also helpful for subsequent cultivation.

Han Ping, the commentator, has reached the third level after the age of 60 and no longer needs to meditate.

Bamboo cutting, mining, hunting, mountaineering, and even small talk with female Taoist friends...... It's all about cultivation.

In the end, when Han Ping was about to die, he successfully refined qi and became a miracle in the door, and then served as a deacon in the miscellaneous servant room, specializing in guiding new disciples to refine qi.

It's a pity that judging from the follow-up text, the ending of this Han Ping's predecessor is not good.

Or rather...... Humanity doesn't end well.

On the Chinese New Year's Eve of the year when Han Ping was refining qi, twelve rounds of blood moons rose into the sky at the same time.

These blood moons appear to be larger than the sun, and they don't set during the day.

With the blood moon in the sky, the concentration of spiritual energy in the cultivation realm plummeted, and there were many visions.

At the beginning, the first month of the new year was scorching hot, scorching the earth, and in the blink of an eye, a flash flood fell from the sky, thousands of miles of ice were frozen, the sky was raging, and the night was treacherous......

Scenes of the end of the world were staged one after another, quickly engulfing the human world and the cultivation realm.

The cultivation realm believes that this is a heavenly punishment, and some people count the twelve calamities, which are......

Water.

Fire.

Wind.

Thunder.

Cold.

Pestilence.

Fierce beasts.

Mycelium.

Machine Spirit.

Tricky Night Walk.

The Lost Realm.

God of drama.

Under the rotation of the twelve calamities, the mortal dynasty was the first to fall.

Then it was the turn of the cultivators.

Due to the sudden drop in the concentration of aura, it is easy for the weak to break the dantian when they meditate.

The strong reluctantly cultivated by falling, or demonized to survive, and turned the cave into an underground shelter.

Some protect the Tianjiao of the sect, and some protect the daughters of the family, but more strong people only take care of themselves......

The night quickly devoured the Qingluan Sect, and after Han Ping's predecessor swallowed the spirit stone and the elixir, he completed this commentary.

Afterwards, he decided to set himself on fire in the dark night of the treacherous night walk and sit on the spot.

Leave a wooden box of runes for posterity.

He believed that his commentary on the Qi Cultivation Technique was suitable for practicing in a world with low aura concentration and scarce resources, hoping to preserve the fire of cultivation.

Wang Ye covered the volume.

It turned out that the cultivation realm was so destroyed......

Twelve blood moons, he had never seen before.

The climate in the Green River Valley, though varied, is usually not too harsh, and it's no surprise that wild beasts and wild grasses have been tried and tested.

Still, the strange voices of the night reminded him that calamity was still around him......

Since the strong man has created a shelter, and he can still survive by falling down and self-demonization, it shows that there should still be cultivators in this world.

The apocalyptic people are sinister and will bring certain danger to Wang Ye, but if all the humans in this world are extinct, it is not interesting for Wang Ye to live alone.

At least you have to have a wife to reproduce humans, right?

Two lifetimes of virgins, that would be too cruel.

Han Ping's predecessor lived to be eighty-eight years old, and he didn't seem to marry a wife, so he was worried that no one would collect the body, so he could only cremate himself, which was also miserable......

In this way, Wang Ye fell asleep with a bamboo slip.

During the night, he had a dream.

In his dream, he walked gently into the night, and on the way to the night, he saw a light.

That's someone sitting on the throne and ascending.

……

Early the next morning.

Wang Ye was woken up by the sound of a wolf's howl.

When I walked out of the cave, I saw that the wolves had buried the old wolf who had died last night.

It was buried next to Wang Ye's vegetable bed.

It is said to be buried, but in fact, it is a pile of stones.

The wolves looked at Wang Ye from afar, turned their heads and left.

Wang Ye suddenly realized that he might not be able to eat wolf meat in the future.

After last night's battle, the wolves have completely surrendered to his knife work, and no longer compete for the position of the leader of the Green River Valley.

This is not a good thing, if the wolves do not take the initiative to provoke, Wang Ye wants to catch wolves in the wilderness, which is tantamount to a fool's dream.

Although wolf meat is not as delicious as snake meat, I am still a little disappointed when I suddenly eat it.

This feeling is like the goddess's spare tire getting married and having children one by one, and never provoking her again......

Wang Ye glanced at the simple stone tomb, and couldn't wait to pick up the old wolf and pickle it.

Digging graves, just like robbing tombs, is an unlucky thing after all, and it may bring disaster.

Wang Ye hasn't done it to this point yet.

He even ran to burn some wormwood for the old wolf, thanking the old wolf for his sacrifice so that he could hunt the python, find the secret book and the spirit valley, and then step into the path of cultivation.

In the morning, the morning fog is very heavy, and there is no morning glow.

Without the harassment of the wolves, the Green River Valley became more and more deserted.

Wang Ye first went to the black water puddle to load a bucket of sewage, took it to the purification pool to filter it, washed his face and brushed his teeth, and took a dagger to trim his beard.

The two lives together are only twenty-five years old, and they can't be too sloppy.

Later, on the top of the cave, a terraced valley was reclaimed and used to grow the spiritual valley.

Located on the slope of the riverbank, it is the best location for the sun, and at the same time, it is far from the saline land, and the drainage canal is also convenient, making it the best location for farming in the Green River Valley.

He has always reserved this position for Linggu.

Within half a day, the terraces were cultivated.

Half of the Linggu seeds were planted, some grass ash and fertilizer were sprinkled, and then purified water was used for irrigation.

Wang Ye has no spiritual fertilizer, and he will not make any small clouds and rains, so he can only try to plant spiritual valley in the same way as planting ordinary barley.

Although the aura of the cultivation realm is weak, the concentration of aura on the earth is still much higher than that of the earth in the previous life.

I hope it will sprout and bear the Spirit Valley......

Wang Ye prayed in his heart.

The others did not go far, but sat down cross-legged on the grassy slope above the valley.

According to the annotations of Han Ping's predecessors, enter a state of selfless meditation, calm down, and see that the mountains are mountains.

For the next period of time, he decided to pause his outward exploration, first plant the Spirit Valley, add some qi cultivation techniques, and devote himself to refining qi!

Although the practice was cold and boring, it was more fulfilling and exciting than ever before.

Ten days later.

The sunset burned out quickly, and the night looked like it was about to fall......

Linggu pulled out the sprouts with difficulty.

Wang Ye, who was sitting cross-legged on the grassy slope, suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were like lightning, piercing the night.

That posture, those who don't know think that he flew up on the spot.

【Qi Cultivation +1...... 1/100。 】