Under the moon!

Silent Valley!

A cold wind with a fishy smell!

A thin-faced teenager and an old bloodstained sword.

Everything seemed so solemn.

"With it, I should be able to cultivate for a while with peace of mind this time!" the young man muttered as he kicked the dead animal carcass.

At first glance, this thing is not very rare, it resembles a wild cat, with a horn on its head, slender limbs, but it is extremely fast, no matter how you look at it, it does not look like a strange beast that can toss a dignified monk into such an embarrassed appearance.

And then only the boy himself knew in his heart how difficult this thing really was. After chasing for a whole night, spanning dozens of miles of forests, I almost missed and was injured by it a few times, which is not dangerous!

Now it is not easy to kill him, but he has also consumed his spiritual power and energy, and he has no strength left to continue hunting!

Fortunately, it was not in vain in the end, and if you calculate its value, it should still make a slight profit.

This thing is called the cunning cat, feminine in nature, likes to eat the moon, and is good at stealth and speed. Born with spiritual wisdom, collect yin qi and repair for, eat turbidity to strengthen itself, its inner pill is a great supplement for Kun Xiu, and below the foundation, it can be directly refined.

However, although the lynx cat is not a rare spirit animal, it is extremely difficult to catch! Especially the adult lynx, because of its intelligence, and because of its good use of the environment to hide itself at night, ordinary monks will encounter it, and I am afraid that most of them will miss it.

The reason why the boy was able to find out was actually mostly due to luck, not because he had any great ability.

What is going on in this world is uncertain.

Seeing that the cat was gradually becoming angry, the young man collected his thoughts, and then swung his sword and stabbed at his dantian!

I saw a glow-in-the-dark pill slowly floating out from its dantian, and before the light dimmed, the young man hurriedly gathered spiritual power in his palm, and instantly wrapped it with spiritual power to prevent his spiritual energy from dissipating and becoming a waste pill.

The whole action is smooth, and at first glance, it is the person who has been searching for the living Inner Dan all year round.

"After two lifetimes, after all, it's still no better than a beast, they are all rookies who have no foundation, why can you marry Dan!" The young man held the cunning cat Neidan who still had residual warmth in his hand, and couldn't help laughing and scolding himself.

Only after the foundation is built can a human monk attain the golden pill, so as to enter the golden pill period and become a monk who can be counted as the number one. And the spirit beast was born with an inner pill, also called the beast pill, this pill integrates everything that the spirit beast has, which is its foundation!

Ridicule and ridicule, scold and scold, if he really wants him to change his identity with the cunning cat, he is absolutely unwilling.

Putting Neidan into the storage bag hidden in his waist, he patted the harvest after this trip, and the young man nodded with satisfaction.

It was only now that he realized that he was a little hungry in his belly! Although he was a monk, he had not yet attained a pill, and he still had to avoid the needs of the world.

It seems that a barbecue under the moon is also excellent.

In the cold moonlight, a person, a sword, a fire, and a 'game' that is about to be roasted!

......

The dawn of dawn gradually emerges from the east to the horizon, like a trumpet, heralding the alternation of certain rules.

The boy got up and retracted into his sheath.

After eating animal meat and meditating and pranayama, at this moment, he has recovered most of his energy and spiritual power, and he wants to be able to get out of the forest and go to the transformation spirit stone obtained in the near month.

The heart has been decided, no longer delayed, so he used his spiritual power, ran all the way, galloped and flew in the forest, and after a while, he could no longer see his figure.

In terms of combat effectiveness, the young man thinks that he may not be someone else's opponent, but when it comes to his ability to run away, he is still a little confident when it comes to building a foundation.

There is no way, from the beginning of knowing that he can't beat most people, choosing to work hard has become the only choice for him to ensure that he has the ability to live in this cruel world.

And Seon is not blessed!

With the continuous improvement of speed, in this vast forest, he finally found the most suitable way for himself to make a living, that is, to use the speed advantage to hunt low-level spirit beasts, in exchange for spirit stones to make up for the deficit in his cultivation.

To put it bluntly, this is individual work, there is no technical content, it is too hard, it is too dangerous, and most monks are not willing to do it. For a person from a big sect like a young man, aside from his own family funding, even the sect's regular offerings are enough to meet the needs of daily cultivation, and there is no need to earn this kind of hard-earned money at all.

The young man didn't understand this truth, for three years, in order to earn this extra spirit stone, he couldn't even remember how many life and death crises he had experienced.

For others, this is a place of cultivation, and there are teams of threes and twos between the same sects, taking care of each other, and if they only hunt on the periphery, there will be no danger at all!

Not only can he improve his actual combat skills, but he can also enhance the friendship of his peers, but as for whether he can hunt the low-level spirit beast Neidan, it has become less important.

As far as a young man is concerned, his own family knows his own affairs, so why don't he want to cultivate in such a calm and cheerful way! However, some things that are taken for granted by others are put on him, but there are words of suffering, so he can only choose to bury his head in hard work.

What can he do, he can't tell others that everyone is receiving the same offerings, but he is far from enough for cultivation, right?

You can't tell others that you can't cultivate the exercises and sword techniques you practice, right?

I can't tell others, in fact, it's not that I don't want to form a team, but that I need too much Neidan, and it's not a team that can be satisfied with a trial like a horse?

You can't tell people that I'm me, I'm not me, I'm still me, right?

......

After a whole day of running, he only stopped two or three times in the middle to meditate and regain his spiritual power, and in the evening, the young man finally walked out of the vast forest and stopped at a spiritual post on the outskirts for passing monks to rest.

Then I tidied up my somewhat messy clothes, covered up the dust on my face, and put on a playful expression that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and the movements were skillful and natural, without any sense of disobedience.

Before the young man entered, the middle-aged shopkeeper, who had already felt that someone was approaching, greeted him, looked at the young man in front of him, and asked with a smile: "I don't know how you gained this time?"

The two are already quite acquainted, and the young man looked at the shopkeeper's snarky face, and replied with disgust: "Don't worry, I can't lose your old man!"

The middle-aged shopkeeper saw that the young man was so confident, and he was in a good mood when he thought of him, "Don't talk nonsense, in front of you, the old man can't be a person, you and I are both minor cultivators in the spiritual period, the old Taoist is just a few years older, but I don't dare to take advantage of you in terms of seniority." ”

He said modestly, but his words were full of evil spirits, and there was no sense of daring! Perhaps this is the so-called not fighting for the sake of fighting, and occupying without occupying!

The young man had long been used to it, and he didn't bother to take care of him, so he went straight to the point and said: "Seventeen low-level Neidan, all of them are intact, and they can be sold to you according to the custom, and there is another adult cunning cat Neidan, how much do you want to make the price?"

There is an adult cunning cat Neidan, no wonder he is so confident! The middle-aged shopkeeper has been working with the teenager for a long time, so he naturally knows how to make a price.

"Seventeen Neidan are counted as one hundred spirit stones as usual, as for the cunning cat Neidan, it needs to be evaluated according to the fineness, Daoyou can rest assured, you and I have such a friendship, I will never lose you. ”

When the young man heard this, he stopped being verbose, took out the storage bag on his waist, threw it to the middle-aged shopkeeper, and then still stared at him with that smiling expression, not giving him a chance to change your tanuki for the prince.

Talking about trust among monks, especially 'loose cultivators' like them, is tantamount to suicide.

If you want to maintain enough trust between each other, the most fundamental way is not to give each other a chance to betray you, and the boy has been admonishing himself this since he embarked on the path of 'loose cultivation'.

Feeling the eyes of the young man, the middle-aged shopkeeper didn't care, how could he not be like this young man at the beginning? Even now, it is just a little more calm, in essence, it is still the same.

Took over the storage bag, a storage bag for low-level monks like a young man, there was no prohibition at all, and with a little spiritual power in the palm of his hand, it could be easily opened!

Take out the Cunning Cat Neidan, and after the middle-aged shopkeeper carefully looked at it, he gave a relatively reasonable price, "One Adult Cunning Cat Neidan, with excellent quality and intact Dan body, can be used as a Dan lead, or it can be directly refined, and it can be used as two medium-grade spirit stones." ”

A medium-grade spirit stone can be worth a thousand lower-grade spirit stones, and a thousand medium-grade spirit stones can be exchanged for a high-grade one, as for the legendary spirit jade that can be exchanged for ten thousand high-grade spirit stones, it is not something that they can touch with a small spiritual cultivator. In general, the spirit stones are still determined by the amount of spiritual energy they contain, and the current exchange rate is recognized as the most suitable in the mainland, and of course it is also guaranteed by power.

To be honest, this price has exceeded the boy's expectations, but in line with the principle of no treachery, no business, no talk, no trade, after the middle-aged shopkeeper finished speaking, the boy still added the price, "How about a total of four medium-grade spirit stones?"

The middle-aged shopkeeper seems to have foreseen it, and it is not surprising at all.

It's been three years, and since the first time, the boy has been like a thief who is in a hurry to sell his stolen goods but is afraid that others will lower the price, and every time he is like this!

Habits are terrible because once you get used to a certain habit, you will follow this habit to behave and do things, and thus lose the ability to judge the right and wrong of personnel itself. The middle-aged shopkeeper looked at the boy at this time, and he held the habit that he had developed in the past three years, and for him, if the boy did not increase the price, it would be inappropriate.

"Deal!" As soon as the words fell, he threw out a storage bag.

The young man took it, opened it and took a look, and the four medium-grade spirit stones exuding spiritual essence were like four female cultivators who were too beautiful to speak, and he felt itchy in his heart.

At this point, the money and goods are cleared.

"The green mountains do not change, the green water flows forever, and the rivers and lakes are destined to see each other again!" the young man got up and flew away, leaving such a sentence as usual that he thought was very exemplary.

"Friendly to go, Xian Pin Ge will always serve you!" is still so philistine, how can there be a little bit of immortal bearing.

Mundane things don't worry about the road ahead,

People's hearts have never changed.

The sword rises and the wind is free,

The immortal family welcomed back to Tibet with a smile.

......

Those who should leave are gone, they can't stay, and no one is left behind! Those who should stay are staying, they can't go, and they don't want to go.

The afterglow of the sunset is sprinkled on the Lingyi mast flag, and the three big characters of 'Xian Pin Ge' seem to be plated with a gold edge, which is particularly dazzling. Other than that, everything is so mediocre.

Shopkeeper, boy, including this small Lingyi!