After Jiang Feng left, Han Dong continued to sit and meditate in the room. Secretly combed through the general knowledge cultivation method taught by Jiang Feng, and reviewed it repeatedly in his mind, trying to avoid omissions and mistakes.

After a moment, Han Dong made sure that nothing was wrong, and then he ended his meditation.

took out the jade bottle given by Fang Cai Jiang Feng from his arms, pulled out the cork, and poured out the round pill in the bottle. A round and flawless pill rolled into the palm of his hand, and the pill was covered in green. When you look closely, there seems to be a green mang, like a cloud that is moving uncertainly. It was the same as the personal pill he had taken for six years, and he was very familiar with this pill, so he naturally wouldn't admit it.

Han Dong thought to himself: It turned out to be called 'Gu Yuan Dan'.

This pill is now of great use to him.

However, listening to what Jiang Feng said, it seems that it is not easy for Xiu Tong to get this "Guyuan Dan". When he was at home before, the three Guyuan Pills that his father said were already about to be exhausted by the immortals, but now he didn't have to worry about the continuation of this pill.

With a 'squeak', Han Dong pushed open the door and walked out.

Gently tossed the small arrow-shaped wooden card in his hand, looked at the green number behind the wooden card, and looked up to the opposite side.

It seems that cultivating in this mountain is not just a matter of blindly immersing oneself in cultivation.

This so-called exchange point should be a necessary consumable for practicing in the mountains.

Listening to Senior Brother Jiang Feng's tone, there must be a lot of subtleties in this exchange point, but I don't know the value.

Senior Brother Jiang Feng is really, why can't he stay for a while longer to explain it clearly? And it seems that in addition to the hundred points given by the master, there are other ways to obtain it? But it shouldn't be easy to obtain, maybe it's the same as the 'Guyuan Dan'?

Looking at the time of the day, he was engrossed when he was preaching, and now it was almost past the time for the morning eclipse.

The food in the small package he had brought from home had already been eaten before he came to the Aoki sect yesterday. Although he has now entered the Immortal Gate, he is still far from the legendary 'Immortal Valley'.

Although his physical foundation is more stable than that of ordinary people, it is okay not to eat for three days. But after all, when you are hungry, it is difficult to concentrate on cultivation.

He looked back at the several houses arranged in an arc on his left.

According to what the senior brother said yesterday, there were already five cultivators before him.

It's just that from yesterday to today, he hasn't seen anyone. The room is also quiet and there is no noise, could it be that these are people who are remote and guarding the house? Or do they look crooked and dare not see people?

However, he has been used to being alone since he was a child, and it may be really troublesome for him to get along with these people.

After a bit of thought, he shook off the boring thoughts that naturally popped into his head.

This habit of his has become stubborn over the years. Once he is idle, his thoughts will naturally fly, and his thoughts will jump and be impermanent.

It was useless to think too much, Han Dong walked quickly through the open space between the fields and came to the row of wooden houses opposite.

Similar to the construction of the houses on the opposite side, they are all made of solid wooden planks, and the style is similar, and it is extremely simple.

Han Dong couldn't help but complain in his heart: The vision and manual work of this mountain monk are really rough, and the quality and style of this building are almost as if they are ready to be completed.

What he didn't know was that this wooden house that the Aoki Sect had built around the various peaks later was indeed the peak master of the sect who threw his hand to the elders in the peak.

And after these elders received the task, they naturally picked out one or two disciples to explain a few words casually and left it alone, it was originally just the residence of some beginner cultivators, so why bother to build a large number of buildings. Which of those young disciples has not been practicing on the mountain since childhood, and who knows what construction principles and the orientation of the foundation?

Naturally, the simpler the better, isn't it enough to be able to live in people, and the beautiful pattern or something, is it a little beneficial to the cultivation?

Fortunately, the construction materials are all spiritual wood in the mountains, and extraordinary wood can be compared. In addition, there is a stable foundation of the formation, and the plasticity of the spirit trick, which can be regarded as a completion of the crossing.

The dining hall is easy to find, and the row of houses in front of you is separated by three separate rooms, from left to right, which are the lecture hall, the dining hall and the meditation hall. Han Dong walked into the side of the door and hung a wooden sign engraved with the word 'dining hall', which was much more spacious than the living room.

It's just that the style is still simple and crude.

In the center of the wall on the right side of the entrance door is a large window, which is simply made of wooden blocks.

The window is hollow in front of it, and you can see dark wooden barrels on the window board. The white air curls in the barrel, and the rich aroma of various colors wafts with it. If there are no accidents, it's time for today's meal.

Behind the cabinet was an old man leaning against a wooden wall, with a plain cloth wrapped around his waist and a thin face. Carrying a yellow-skinned wine gourd in his hand, he was looking at him with interest.

The front of the window was empty, and further back were three vertical rows and seven horizontal rows, with twenty-one desks neatly arranged from front to back. Behind the desk, a futon is placed that looks the same as in the living room.

What made Han Dong's eyes stare was that behind the first desk in the middle row, there was a young man wearing a plain white shirt like him. The young man was immersed in eating, and he didn't seem to be interested in Han Dong, who came here.

Han Dong retracted his gaze and came to the window, just as he wanted to salute and ask.

The old man put the yellow gourd on the board, approached the front of the case, and said casually, "Is it a new cultivator?"

Han Dong put his hands together and saluted: "Yes, hello old man, I only arrived at Danfeng yesterday evening." ”

There are only two meals in a day, the morning food and the morning meal, which are at the hour of the morning (7 to 9 o'clock) and the hour of Shen (3 to 5 o'clock in the afternoon).

When he arrived yesterday, it was dusk (7 or 9 p.m.), and the dining room was already closed.

The old man nodded and didn't say much, and said directly: "Take the wooden card." ”

Han Dong took out the wooden card from his arms and handed it to the old man.

The old man took the wooden sign and pressed it into a groove in the corner of the board, and it turned out to be like a small indentation on a wooden cabinet, just enough to embed the wrigley.

The old man then bent down and took out a tray from under the board, then took out a large and a small wooden bowl and a pair of wooden chopsticks, and placed them on the tray of food.

Then he picked up a large wooden spoon from the board and passed it over the bowls. Like a general's parade, Lang asked in a loud voice: "New boy, what kind of meal do you like?" ”

Han Dong swept over the food bowls one by one, and the names of the meals were written on small wooden plaques in front of each food bowl, but the exchange price was not marked.

Looking up at the faint smile on the corner of the old man's mouth, he asked tentatively, "Old man, I wonder if you can tell me the prices of various meals?"

The old man glanced at him, as if he was impatient: "After eating, you will know, after a while, the old man, I will be about to drive people out and close the door." ”

Han Dong saw that the old man was deliberately teasing, and it was not easy to show it on his face. I could only ignore the sparkling and fat meat bowls and the bursts of fragrant soup cups according to my feelings, and pointed out with my fingers: "That annoying old man." I want a portion of spiritual rice, a portion of spiritual vegetables, and a portion of beans. ”

The old man added Lingmi to the small bowl as he said, and then took a spoonful from the bean and Lingshu food bowl and added it to the large bowl.

Then he shook the big spoon with a smile and asked with a smile: "Boy, don't you eat meat?" I can recommend you a snake soup, not to mention the deliciousness, and it is very nourishing. And the soup, which is so fragrant and delicious that many monks are hungry! It's a pity that you don't taste it. ”

Han Dong really had a normal impression of this old man, deliberately hiding the price of these meals, and not believing his nonsense that was obviously a trap. With a 'sincere' smile on his face, he replied: "Thank you for the old gentleman's reminder, but the kid is just getting started now, and it is suitable for a light diet." ”

"Well, since you don't know the pleasure of tasting such worldly delights, you are not an old man and my fellow travelers. You kid, you're really lonely and stingy. The old man seemed to be a little unsatisfied, but he no longer tried to be funny.

After speaking, the old man reached out and wiped it in the corner of the board. Seeing a flash of inspiration, the wooden card embedded in the groove arrived in his hand, placed it on the food tray and handed it back to Han Dong.

Han Dong took the food tray, turned around and walked towards the arranged desk, and secretly picked up the wooden card and glanced at it.

"Shhh Han Dong gasped slightly, and the small green characters on the back of the wooden sign changed from one hundred to ninety-one.

With a gloomy face, he walked to the table on the left, placing the bowl on the table and sitting down.

looked up at the old man who was already drinking with a wine gourd, and hesitated to go over and ask clearly.

He just ordered a serving of rice, some vegetables and a small spoonful of beans, and it cost nine points to redeem it! You must know that he only has a total of 100 points!

If it's black-hearted, it's like that.

If his 100-point exchange point goes on like this, within ten days, he won't even be able to afford to eat, and he will still be a fart road.

Coincidentally, the old man seemed to sense Han Dong's gaze, and he also glanced at him with squinted eyes at this time. seemed to see Han Dong's face uncertain, and immediately squeezed his eyebrows at him, provocative and proud.

When Han Dong saw the old man's sloppy appearance, the thought in his heart turned, but he suppressed the doubts and a little resentment in his heart. He stopped staring at the old man, lowered his head and lifted his chopsticks, and chewed the rice vigorously.

The spiritual rice is very soft and delicious, and it exudes a full aroma between the lips and teeth, which is much stronger than the smell of the aroma. When swallowed, it is not like a mortal rice grain, but instead breeds wisps of coolness, slowly circulating between the stomach and intestines.

Such a texture and taste is unprecedented!

Han Dong's heart was shocked, this immortal family spirit rice was too unusual!

Although the aura contained in the spiritual rice was much less than that he used to take it with Guyuan Dan Chongquan. But if a mortal can pause like this, it must not be impossible for him to stumble into cultivation even if he understands it on his own!

After tasting the taste of the spiritual rice, the anger in my heart has faded a lot. Such a wonderful fairy family spirit rice can be regarded as worth the money.

So he couldn't wait to pick up a few thin and tender vegetable leaves with chopsticks and put them in his mouth. The vegetable leaves are attached to the tongue, just chew a few times, and a faint light breath penetrates into the nasal cavity. The feeling of coolness came into my mind, and there was a faint feeling of comfort and fluttering.

Han Dong sighed in his heart, the resentment at this time had dissipated, such a precious ingredient, how could the real money in the world not be sought.

When I taste the beans again, the entrance is crispy, and it is not erosive, but the aftertaste is long and slightly springy. Although the aroma of Lingmi is not obvious, there is a faint volatilization of wine. Converging into the throat, there seems to be a majestic warmth in the chest, and for a while, the whole body is comfortable.

Han Dong buried himself in eating, kept putting down the chopsticks, and carefully felt the subtlety of the ingredients under the chopsticks. He didn't notice that the young man who was sitting at the desk next to him and was eating glanced at him a few times.

But after seeing his expression of comfort and enjoyment with his eyes closed, the corners of his mouth twitched, as if there was disdain.

The old man in the distance only glanced at him a few times, then lost interest, and poured wine into his mouth.

On the contrary, the young man seemed to be a little interested in Han Dong, and after muttering for a while, he turned his head and said, "Hey, Tu Baozi." Can you eat without a look of wanting to die?"

As soon as the young man spoke, his voice was dexterous and tactful, like a magpie's hoof, and it sounded like a girl.

A hint of embarrassment appeared on Han Dong's face, and he immediately turned his head to look.

The boy was a little girl.

I saw that the complexion was pink and round, the lips were red and the teeth were white, and the appearance was exquisite. The most distinctive thing is the small nose between the eyes, such as finely carved, one delicate and one angry, and cute.

The clothes worn by the two of them were the same before, and she buried her head in eating and didn't see her face, so Han Dong naturally thought that he was a young man. I was secretly lucky: fortunately, I didn't take the liberty to say hello, otherwise I would have to eat a meal like a girl.

The girl saw that he was staring at her for a long time, and her face was strange, and her heart could not help but be angry. opened his mouth and said urgently: "Have you seen enough?"

Han Dong knew that he was rude, but he couldn't help but think in his heart: How can such a delicate and delicate girl be so rude? In Xia Han Dong, it's a cultivator who just started yesterday, I don't know what to call a girl?"

The girl pursed her lips and said sarcastically: "I don't know who I learned from the girl's call." Shame on the matter. ”

"Uh, then what's your name, otherwise what would I call you?" Han Dong's face remained the same. But I secretly thought in my heart, don't worry about this little hairy child, don't care, don't care.

"Wouldn't you call Senior Sister? Is there still a little old man, who is always under and off, pretending to be knowledgeable?"

Han Dong was also a little impatient in his heart, this woman was too delicate and arrogant, and she was very unsightly.

Although he is just starting out, everyone is a cultivator. Even if he comes late, it doesn't mean he needs to flatter and please anyone.

What's more, from the beginning of the conversation, this woman was arrogant and unreasonable, and she was arrogant throughout the whole process. It's just that he treats him as a servant, doesn't care about answering questions, and has a mouthful of dirt buns.

So, Han Dong replied nonchalantly: "This is to treat people with courtesy! You provoke the conversation yourself, and don't say who your surname is, do you have to call you my kitten and dog? Before I was rude, now you are rude." ”

"Hmph, you...... Bumpkin. ”

"Heh, do you say anything else besides Tubaozi? You say I'm Tubaozi, so what are you? Xiaohua Cat? Xiaohua Dog? Forget it, cats and dogs seem to be cuter than you. You still call a little broom, waving around, but it's annoying. "In terms of verbal fighting, how can Han Dong fight a little girl?

"I'm so angry, you dirty bun!" Although the little girl had a pungent temperament, her words were not sharp, and she choked on a few words like Han Dong and suddenly became angry.

Han Dong rolled his mouth, picked up a few pieces of vegetables and vegetables, deliberately closed his eyes and shook his head: "That's also a good thing, and the world is still clean." ”。 After that, he didn't pay attention to her anymore, and tasted the expensive meal that made him feel distressed, and deliberately left the already angry girl aside.

The exchange point that was already painful and pitted. Now that she is stirred by this girl, Lingmi Lingshu chews the beans in her mouth, and the fragrance is still there, but it is not so comfortable.

The girl stared at Han Dong with small eyes for a while, seeing that he was indifferent and ignored. I hummed a few more angrily, and when I saw that he looked light and light, my heart was even more angry!

It's just that there are rules and regulations, even if she has a noble status, she can't do anything with him. I had to pick up the food tray on her table and hurriedly walked towards the window.

She had never been so angry since she was a child, she could only pout, her delicate little face was wrinkled, and her eyes were faintly red.

I saw her pouting and handing the food tray on the board, ignoring the thin old man's teasing gaze. He strode away without looking back, clearly angry.

Han Dong ate the spiritual food in the bowl unhurriedly and savored the taste. Although I still feel sorry for the exchange point, my mood is gradually getting better.

After all, this kind of immortal material spiritual food is precious and abnormal.

Moreover, between eating, the body was faintly pregnant, and even the spiritual sea in his brain felt a little ripple fluctuation.

Han Dong carefully stacked the dishes and chopsticks, brought them to the window, and politely handed them back to the old man. Thinking of Fang Cai's episode, he said slightly apologetically: "Old man, the kid didn't know that this spiritual food was precious, and there was still something to do. Let the old gentleman smile. ”

The old man was still drinking casually, glanced at it, shook his head, and said, "Little Pepper said that you look like a little old man, but he is not wrong. There's no need to be polite to the old man, I'll just cook for you. Forget it, although you kid doesn't like the old man, it's still pleasing to the eye. The old man made it clear to you that the beans you ate just now are worth seven exchange points, but I have never lost you a bad heart. This bean is brewed in my spirit wine, and there are several auxiliary materials integrated into it, and the stamina is long, and the aura content far exceeds others. Lingmi and Lingshu are freshly planted, picked and cooked, and each is worth a little exchange point. Also, you'd better go to the ashram next door to practice now, otherwise in less than half an hour, the aura and wine of the beans will burst out. When the time comes, you will sleep soundly in vain, and you will be asking for your spiritual power during the wasted period. ”

Han Dong hurriedly thanked him with his handrail: "Thank you, Mr. Jiu, the juniors will go." ”

The old man stretched out his hand and flicked it, signaling that he didn't have to be so elaborate.

Han Dong didn't pretend to be reserved, and then turned around and walked towards the door.

While walking, I thought to myself: That delicate girl just now, Little Pepper? Hehe, this is an apt description, close to choking.