In essence, Qin Di was a cultivator and did not want to be a pure businessman.

No matter how much wealth a merchant accumulates, it is still a caged bird, meat on a chopping board, and dry bones in a mound.

Qin Di was not confused by money, and he always thought about cultivating immortals in his heart.

In 1914, he was over 1.7 meters tall and looked like an adult. Because of the perennial breathing, he has accumulated three breaths of true qi in his chest and abdomen, scattered in the muscles and bones, similar to the golden bell jar, he can break the hard granite with one punch, and kick the poplar with the thick mouth of the bowl, and the idle twenty or thirty big men can't get close.

As a result, he often ran away from home, and he went for three or four months, and his footprints traveled all over the world.

At the beginning, Qin Hancheng and Zhu Wan were still worried.

In order to appease their hearts, Qin Di deliberately found four bodyguards to follow. In fact, when he left the magic capital, he often threw off the bodyguards and asked them to go to the pharmaceutical factory to work as security guards.

The purpose of his outing was not to visit the mountains and rivers, but to find the Immortal Mountain Cave Mansion, a place rich in spiritual energy.

Qin Di is the reincarnation of an immortal, and he has countless immortal cultivation methods in his head. He doesn't need to join any sect, nor does he need to worship others as teachers, as long as he finds a place with aura, he can practice alone.

He possesses the Five Elements Spiritual Root, which can absorb the Qi of the Five Elements of Gold, Wood, Water, Fire, and Earth.

Therefore, when he went to the Daxing'an Mountains in the northeast and Xishuangbanna in Yunnan, he saw the ancient trees that were lush for more than 100 years, so he could stand under the trees, close his eyes and take a deep breath, and enjoy the essence of the trees.

He went to the black soil in the northeast, the Loess Plateau in the northwest, and the red soil in Jiangxi to absorb the essence of the soil.

He went to the source of the Yangtze River, the Yellow River, and the Lancang River, and meditated in the ice and snow at the source of the three rivers, in the east of Gradan, to absorb the aura of water.

His footprints traveled all over the Longgang Volcanic Group, Datong Volcanic Group, Tengchong Volcanic Group, Xinjiang Pulu Volcanic Group, Tianshan Volcanic Group, Kunlun Volcanic Group, and Wudalianchi Volcanic Group, to absorb the aura of fire, and try to find spiritual fire and immortal fire. However, these legendary volcanoes have all been extinguished, and the fire aura he obtained is very limited, and he has not found spiritual fire and immortal fire.

He also went to Baiyun Obo in Inner Mongolia, Gannan in Jiangxi, Guangdong in northern Guangdong, and Daliang Mountain in Sichuan to find the origin of rare metals and absorb the aura of gold.

He found that although the aura on the earth had become very thin, it could not be said to be completely depleted, and as long as he persevered and cultivated the Fa, he could still build a foundation. As for whether it can form a golden pill or even transform into a primordial baby, it will be very difficult.

After some tossing and turning, he continued to absorb the aura, and his skills have made great progress.

In March 1915, he finally stepped into the first layer of qi refining and broke away from the realm of mortals!

The first layer of qi refining is already not simple, with a speed of 9.5 seconds per 100 meters, and can lift a weight of 400 catties with one hand, and can deal with colorful tigers with bare hands.

In April 1916, he stepped into the second layer of qi refining, with a speed of 8.8 seconds per 100 meters, lifting 600 catties of weight with one hand, and one person could hit hundreds of people.

In June 1917, he entered the third layer of qi refining, with a speed of 7.7 seconds per 100 meters, could lift 800 catties of heavy objects with one hand, and could kill an elephant with one punch.

Subsequently, his skill fell into a bottleneck, and he was unable to step into the fourth layer of qi refining for a long time.

Qin Di traveled all the way and saw the people's livelihood and suffering.

In these years, although China's industry is booming, the common people are living very hard, there are many people fleeing the famine to ask for food, and it is not uncommon to sell children and women.

On July 15, 1917, Qin Di traveled through the Xiling Snow Mountain in Sichuan, and after breathing and breathing on the top of the mountain for three days and three nights, he came down from the mountain and settled in Dayi County.

As he walked down the street, he saw a little girl kneeling on the side of the street, no more than six or seven years old, with sparse and yellowish hair, a dry complexion, and her clothes were still intact.

The little girl knelt on the ground, with a long strip of white cloth spread in front of her, on which were crookedly written the words "sell yourself and bury your mother".

There were a lot of people coming and going on the street, but no one was willing to stop.

Qin Di stopped, squatted down, and looked at the little girl.

The little girl looked up with a look of hope in her eyes, but she did not plead.

Qin Di stretched out his hand, brushed away the hair on her forehead, looked at her eyebrows and cheeks, and then looked at her neck and shoulders.

To be honest, the little girl is not ugly, she is still a beauty, but she is too young, and she is still many years away from becoming an adult, so she kneels here for most of the day, and no one comes forward to care. If she was over ten years old, she would have been bought!

Qin Di has no pedophilia, let alone a rare woman.

If it was an ordinary girl, it would be impossible for him to stop, at most drop a few silver dollars and leave.

But this girl is very unusual!

Qin Di could see the top of the little girl's head from a distance of one zhang, and there was a faint white light.

Approaching and taking a closer look, after a close look and touching the bones, he found that this girl actually had two kinds of spiritual roots, water and wood!

Qin Di has traveled all over the world, and so far, he has not found a few people with spiritual roots!

In temples and Taoist temples, he once happened to meet adults with spiritual roots, who were either eminent monks who had attained Taoism or Taoist priests who had cultivated for many years. There are not many people like that, and there may not be one in hundreds of thousands. As for children under the age of seven, it is very rare. Even if there is, it is the treasure of each family, and it is impossible to leave with outsiders.

Therefore, Qin Di was happy in his heart, put his hand down, squatted two feet away, and asked with a smile, "What's your name?"

The little girl timidly replied, "My name is Yan Xue." ”

Qin Di pointed to the words on the white cloth strip and asked, "You wrote this?"

The little girl nodded slightly: "Yes." ”

Qin Di said softly: "Get up." From now on, you follow me. I'll help you bury your mother first. ”

"Thank you, brother. The little girl got up from the ground, led Qin Di out of the local area, and walked forward along the long street, about to walk out of the county seat.

Qin Di saw that she was struggling to walk and staggering, so he stopped at the gate of the city, bought a few steamed buns and handed them to her, and said, "While eating, while walking." ”

Yan Xue glanced at him gratefully, took a snow-white steamed bun, took a bite of it, and walked forward with tears in her eyes. She walked along a dirt road, but she was too young to walk too slowly.

Qin Di didn't rush either, but followed unhurriedly.

The two of them walked from two o'clock in the afternoon until it was about to dark, about thirteen or fourteen miles, and then returned to the foot of Xiling Snow Mountain.

There was a small mountain village, but there were no chickens and dogs.

Qin Di asked, "Is there a plague?"

Yan Xue replied: "A few days ago, more than a dozen people died in the village, and the rest fled. My mother died two days ago, and she is still lying in bed......"

"Where's your father?"

"He left home when I was two years old and never came back. ”

Yan Xue led him to a thatched house and said, "This is my home, my mother is still there......" As she spoke, tears kept rolling down.