Walking out of the retreat and being illuminated by the golden sunlight, Chen Jing's heart was warm and comfortable.

He couldn't help but open his arms and face the sun, allowing more sunlight to fall on him.

He took a deep breath and inhaled a mass of sun essence into his body.

At this moment, he finally understood why the sunflowers always had to face the sun.

Who doesn't love delicious food?

"I feel less and less like a mortal, they all say that the gods of the gas eaters are immortal, and I only need to bask in the sun so that I won't starve to death."

Chen Jing teased himself.

He didn't go down the mountain at once, he got up on the fly and went into the depths of the mountain.

With nothing to do, he wanted to try to see if he could find a treasure in the mountains.

The clouds and mountains are covered with fog, the mountains are undulating, endless, walking in them, not knowing the direction.

There is a young man who climbs mountains and mountains to find natural treasures.

After breaking through, he can walk on thousands of cliffs as if he were on the ground, and for him, there is no danger in the mountains.

The Great Elder taught him to know a lot of rare medicinal materials, and after seeing these medicinal materials, he did not dislike them, and even packed the medicinal materials with soil and took them away.

He has storage bags and it doesn't take much effort to pick them up.

People are floating in the rivers and lakes, how can they not be knifed, and every medicinal material may save a life.

Chen Jing is digging Rehmannia Grass, which is an aphrodisiac herb that is beneficial to people who cultivate internal strength.

Suddenly, in the lake below the mountain, a mournful and mournful song came.

"There is no water to flow, no clouds to walk, no reason to worry about the heart, no people to grow old, no flowers to fall, no helpless ......"

The song is full of sorrow, and Chen Jing seems to see the scene of a woman in a deep boudoir being abandoned by her sweetheart and giving a jade.

For a while, Chen Jing was actually infected by singing.

When the singing ended, Chen Jing came back to his senses, and he immediately walked in the opposite direction to the voice, without stopping.

In such a world, women equals trouble.

Besides, refining and refining qi, he doesn't have enough essence to practice, how can he give it to others?

"This son, please stay!"

Chen Jing walked a few steps before the voice of the singing woman came from behind him. At this point, the woman's voice changed and became seductive.

"In the barren mountains and mountains, a woman suddenly appeared, either a demon or a ghost!"

Chen Jing turned a deaf ear to the woman's voice, he didn't even look at it, he used his ability to condense dozens of wooden arrows, and as soon as he spit out his palm, the wooden arrows shot backwards at an extremely fast speed.

Whoosh!

Dozens of breaking sounds sounded behind him, until there was a "poof", and I didn't know what I had shot.

"Whew!"

Then, there was a scream.

The world is quiet!

Chen Jing was not interested in the "woman" behind him at all, he didn't care what she was, whether she was dead or alive.

After a while, Chen Jing left the mountain and arrived at another place.

"That thing just now, it should be a demon beast. Listening to the voice, it's a fox, so fond of confusing men, it's definitely a shameless vixen. The fox is not a sperm, a nest of sperm is a nest, fortunately I did not have contact with the fox spirit, otherwise, I would have been a nest of fox spirits to make up. ”

Chen Jinghou was so scared that he almost forgot that this world was not a martial arts world, but a world with immortal cultivators.

In the deep mountains, there are demons and monsters, which is a normal thing.

Unsure of the strength of the fox spirit, he can only run first, wait for the miracle to be completed, and then come back to take revenge.

After this, he was a lot more careful.

It was hard work to find the treasures of heaven and earth, and on the fifth day, he found a blood reishi on a cliff.

Of course, this blood lingzhi was not as good as the ginseng he absorbed, but the essence it contained was not less than that of He Shou Wu of Fang Zhihang.

"Good! Hard work pays off! ”

With the harvest, Chen Jing has more motivation to hunt for treasures.

One, two, three...... He stayed deep in the mountains for a month, leaving his footprints on every hill.

However, no matter what you work hard for, what you reap is also huge.

In addition to some medicinal herbs that were old in the year, he also obtained an elixir called the Seven Cold Fruit.

It was a fruit tree that grew on the edge of the cold pool, and there were seven fruits hanging on it: red, orange, yellow, green, green, blue, and purple, and the shape of the fruit was about the same as that of an apple.

Decades ago, someone in the martial arts ate a Qihan fruit, and he directly increased his hundred-year skill and became the top master in the martial arts.

Actually, the Seven Chills Fruit is an elixir.

Chen Jing felt that each Qihan Fruit contained ten times more essence than the Blood Lingzhi, it was not an elixir, and it could not reach this level.

That martial arts person ate the Seven Cold Fruit and publicized it everywhere, he was seeking his own death, and the immortal cultivator knew about it, and he would definitely not let him go.

It is rumored in the rivers and lakes that the martial arts master withdrew from the rivers and lakes and returned to the mountains and forests, in Chen Jing's opinion, he was actually killed by an immortal cultivator.

Walking out of the deep mountains and returning to the long-lost world, Chen Jing's quiet heart suddenly became lively.

People, after all, are social animals, and when they are alone for a long time, they suddenly return to the crowd, and even when they see strangers, they feel kind.

"Did you hear that? There are immortals in Changchun Valley, and dozens of disciples have been recruited. ”

"You know, it's been days."

"What a pity! My little black man also went, but the immortal said that the little black man has no fairy fate. ”

On the way, Chen Jing heard many people talking about the Immortal Ascension Conference, and when he learned that the Immortal Ascension Conference had ended, he decided to return to Changchun Valley immediately.

He likes the leisurely life in the Changchun Valley very much, practicing and studying medicine every day carefree, without having to intrigue with others or worrying about trouble.

The forces of the Changchun Valley. There will be no trouble in the world.

Chen Jing traveled day and night, three days and three nights, and finally arrived outside Changchun Valley.

He didn't go into the valley immediately, he found a hidden place, took out the precious herbs he had picked in the deep mountains, and took out two Qihan Fruits alone, before carrying a large bag and a small bag to the valley.

"Senior Brother Chen is back!"

"People can't be resurrected after death, senior brother's day mourns and changes!"

"Mourning!"

Reunion with the same door, there is no ridicule, no indifference, and some are caring faces.

Chen Jing likes this atmosphere very much.

Chen Jing didn't go back to the dormitory, he went straight to Fu Yaoxuan.

Entering the Fu Yao Xuan, he didn't see the Great Elder, only a middle-aged man who was reciting a medical book.

"This junior brother, are you here to find the Great Elder?"

The middle-aged man saw that Chen Jing was younger than him and asked.

Chen Jing hugged his fists: "I am a disciple of the Great Elder, Chen Jing." ”

When the middle-aged man heard this, his face turned red, and he hurriedly saluted.

"It turned out to be Senior Brother Chen, my name is Wu De, and I am a registered disciple accepted by the Great Elder."

Chen Jing suddenly realized that he had heard the Great Elder say that he did have such a junior disciple.

"I heard Master mention junior brother, didn't junior brother go to be a forbidden army?"

Wu De's eyes dodged, not daring to look at Chen Jing, he shook his head again and again: "It's not right, it's not appropriate." ”

It seems that Wu De is a man with a story.