In half a year, Chengmu cultivated the Thunder Spring Method to the middle stage, that is, he entered the middle stage of the Spirit Attraction Realm.

Under Ling Ji's instructions, Chengmu didn't have to stay in the dojo like other disciples all the time.

After half a year of observation, Ling Ji has determined that Chengmu is the type with a sensing physique. This type of monk can sense the concentration and nature of the spiritual power of heaven and earth by himself, and can use this trait to choose the best place and time for him to absorb spiritual power.

Ling Ji passed a book introducing the spiritual power attributes of all things to Chengmu, named Tianyanmu.

Tianyanmu is not a practice, but an encyclopedia, which records the spiritual attributes and respective characteristics of various living and non-living forms. From flowers and trees, fish, birds, insects and beasts, to all kinds of earth, rocks, water and fire, basic formations, divine weapons, etc., everything in the world is in it.

Ling Ji will also deliberately find all kinds of rare species, such as some precious herbs for refining pills, rare minerals for refining divine weapons, etc., so that Chengmu can perceive them one by one and keep them in mind.

After his cultivation, Chengmu began to wander in the vast mountains, meditating on the spiritual power of heaven and earth, eating dry food when he was hungry, drinking mountain springs when he was thirsty, resting on the big trees for a while when he was tired, and sometimes not returning to the dojo for five or six days.

Chengmu originally grew up in the mountains and knows how to survive in the mountains, of course, he will deliberately avoid some dangerous areas. There is no shortage of powerful desolate beasts in Thunder God Mountain, and he will not risk his life.

After a few more months, the thunder god in the cells of Chengmu's body rumbled, wrapped in an electric arc, like ten thousand giant elephants rushing, becoming more crystal bright, and there were actually signs of breakthroughs.

When Ling Ji saw it, he was also very happy, and he had to sigh that this kind of cultivator with a sensing physique was really blessed, and his cultivation speed was too fast.

On this day, Nariki came to a grassy field. There is a trickle in front of it, and there is a towering mountain in the back, and when he is in this place, Chengmu suddenly has a sense, so he immediately sits down cross-legged, runs the Thunder Spring Method, and begins to attract spiritual power into the body.

In just a moment, the rich aura of heaven and earth was absorbed, wrapped in wood, entered the body through the skin, and was absorbed by the cells.

However, it was only half an hour before Chengmu withdrew from the state of cultivation. This was originally impossible, and now Chengmu was free to control when he entered and exited the cultivation state.

In the past, if Chengmu found a particularly suitable time, he would cultivate for at least three hours or more, and it was never before for him to withdraw from the cultivation state so quickly as he did today.

Of course, this was also deliberately done by Cheng Mu, because he felt that the nature of the spiritual power in this place had suddenly changed, and the originally rich and pure spiritual power of heaven and earth suddenly had an ——, in it, how to describe it?

Yes, it's a scent, and it's the kind that is so seductive that it hooks the body's instincts. Chengmu felt that this fragrance was very familiar, a bit like the taste of the pheasant he roasted in Bailu Mountain.

Chengmu was a little puzzled, followed the fragrance and slowly looked for it, walked through the grass, picked up a few miscellaneous trees, and found that someone was really roasting something. The person who baked things was dressed in plain clothes, and the Taoist priest was dressed up, and he looked the same as Ling Ji. Cheng Mu was stunned, isn't this Uncle Ling Feng!

At this time, there was a bonfire in front of Ling Feng, on which seven or eight skewers were skewered with bamboo skewers, and birds like "sparrows" were already roasted with oil.

Ling Feng himself was meditating with his eyes closed, if it weren't for the bonfire in front of him and the "sparrow" that was about to be roasted, he would really have the appearance of a fairy wind and bones.

As soon as Chengmu saw this scene, he quickly turned around and was about to run. The so-called fire prevention, anti-theft and anti-Lingfeng must not repeat the mistakes of Song Liang and his ilk.

"You kid, when you see Uncle Shi, why do you have to run away without saying a word!"

Cheng Mu had run out a few steps, but he felt like he had hit a wall of air and bounced him back.

"What are you running, I won't eat you!" Ling Feng opened his eyes and looked at Chengmu with a smile.

"Uncle Shi, you old man enjoy it slowly, I won't bother. Chengmu got up, turned around and tried to run away.

"Your uncle, am I such an unparticular person? Can I eat alone? Don't worry, just sit and wait, and you'll be fine in no time. ”

As soon as Ling Feng beckoned, Chengmu involuntarily leaned against a big tree and sat in front of the bonfire.

At this time, Cheng Mu was about to cry, in his opinion, if he got on Ling Feng's thief ship, then there would be no hope of becoming an immortal in this life.

"Uncle Shi, you old man don't have to be polite, I have an uncomfortable stomach these days, and I'm having diarrhea!" Chengmu wanted to try his best to get rid of it, "I can only drink porridge in the past two days, and I can't eat anything else." ”

"Don't talk about it, you kid, you're about to be in the late stage of spiritual induction, and you can still have diarrhea? When your uncle is a three-year-old child!" Ling Feng squinted at Cheng Mu, looking disdainful of Cheng Mu's little trick.

For monks, the aura of heaven and earth nourishes the cells of the body, and there will be no such illness as mortals at all, even if Shouyuan arrives, he will slowly sit down and not get sick.

"Uncle Shi, I really don't have a good appetite these days, and I can't eat anything. Chengmu is still trying to argue.

"Oh, that's better, I'll sprinkle a handful of cumin on the barbecue in a moment to appetize you. Ling Feng said indifferently.

Chengmu's face turned green at this time, this uncle really wanted to treat him warmly!

"Uncle Shi, can't we monks kill mortal beings at will?

"It doesn't matter, these are just thunder swallowing sparrows, they are the descendants of ancient desolate beasts, not mortal things. Ling Feng didn't care.

"And even if it is a mortal thing, there are too many of these thunderbirds, and they are harmful to other animals in the mountains everywhere, we also have the responsibility to eliminate some and maintain the ecological balance. Ling Feng said it seriously.

"What, maintain ecological balance?" Cheng Mu was speechless, he didn't expect this uncle to say such a thing as roasting and swallowing thunderbirds.

"Hey——," Ling Feng sighed faintly, "In order to maintain the ecological balance, this Dao sacrifices the ego and fulfills the righteousness, how can ordinary people understand." ”

Ling Feng's old face showed a helpless expression, and he looked up at the sky, as if everyone in the world owed him an understanding. His statement, this demeanor, even Chengmu almost believed it.

"Hey, that's not right!" Cheng Mu reacted, "Then what happened to your old man who wanted to cook my cattle last time, my old yellow didn't destroy the ecological balance!"

"Ah, this ——," Ling Feng was speechless for a while, "I saw an old cow at the bottom of the mountain, and I wanted to find your cattle to breed, but your cattle are too old." ”

Chengmu is also drunk, this uncle is too good at breaking it!

"Come on, don't talk about the useless ones, it's almost baked, let's do it. As he spoke, Ling Feng took down a string of bamboo sticks, tore off a piece of wing meat and stuffed it into his mouth, golden flowing oil staining his fingers.

"Well, it tastes good, and it deserves to be the descendant of an ancient beast. Ling Feng said while eating, his dress, this food, no matter how you look at it, it feels unusual.

Cheng Mu looked at it and swallowed his saliva, since he went up the mountain, he had rarely eaten meat. Although he is a lay disciple and is not fasting, the cultivator does not pay attention to eating and drinking, in fact, after reaching the Guiyuan realm, the monk sect can open the valley and no longer need three meals a day.

On weekdays, the meals prepared in the ashram were all prepared for the monks of their spiritual guidance realm and body building realm, and they were eaten with other monks, so they were basically vegetarian dishes such as radish, tofu, and green vegetables, and they had never eaten meat.

Seeing that Ling Feng had already eaten one after three times and five divided by two, the gluttonous insects of Chengmu turned over the river and the sea. Although this thundersparrow looks like a sparrow, it is much larger than a sparrow, the meat is full of oil, and the aroma is tangy, constantly stimulating the visual and olfactory nerves of the adult tree.

"Come, you can taste this big one, it's growing its body, and you have to make up for it. Ling Feng looked like a kind old grandfather caring for his grandson at this time.

Somehow, Chengmu involuntarily reached out and grabbed the bamboo stick, put it on his nose and smelled it, and added it. As soon as he smelled this, Chengmu couldn't help it anymore, and made up his mind to pay attention, just this time to make an exception, in the future, he would have to stay far away from Ling Feng, and he couldn't even go to a place with a fragrance.

After some ideological work, Chengmu took a big bite of it. The golden butter of this thundersparrow is shiny, the skin and meat are crispy but not charred, and it melts in your mouth, which is really delicious. Chengmu's mouth was full of oil, and he ate three in a row before he couldn't eat anymore, leaning against the tree and burping.

"Uncle Shi, didn't you say that you would wait for me to come back? Why did you eat it yourself? A voice came, slightly dissatisfied.

"Senior Brother Song Liang!"

"Twelve junior brothers!"

The person who came was actually Song Liang, Cheng Mu now finally knew why Song Liang had been able to get meat, it turned out that he was really in cahoots with Uncle Ling Feng!

"Twelfth junior brother, what a coincidence!Ah, what, what, I happened to be passing by, and there was an urgent matter, I flashed first!" Song Liang turned around and was about to leave.

"Don't pretend, you kid, the little wood is your own person. Ling Feng came to say this.

"Ah, uncle, you said it earlier, it scared me!" Song Liang immediately turned around again, sat down, took two strings of bamboo sticks unceremoniously, started work left and right, and ate more cheerfully than Chengmu just now.

"From now on, we will be a trio, and I won't have to be alone to collect firewood and make a fire. Song Liang muttered while eating, he did all the hard work, but just now he went to make it easier, and when he came back, he found that there were four less thunderbirds, which made him very dissatisfied.

While eating, Song Liang discussed with Ling Feng what to eat next time, whether it was roasted, steamed or boiled, what auxiliary materials needed to be prepared, and so on.

"Little Wood," Ling Feng said to Cheng Mu with a smile, "In the future, we will be closer and closer, and we will contribute to maintaining the ecological balance!"

Chengmu was trembling and had a short mouth, so he could only respond, but he made up his mind that he would never participate in this kind of thing in the future