The night sky is low, and I don't know who sprinkled a large area of starlight in the night sky, and the whole sky was covered with a lot of flowers.

Hanjia Village, Han's house.

In the secluded backyard, a chubby figure stood under the eaves in a daze, looking up not at the bright starry sky, but at the blue-gray tiles of the roof.

After a long time, the figure of a sculpture contemplating made a move. He turned gently and walked towards the simply furnished house in the courtyard.

The chubby figure pushed the door to the table in the room, fumbled for the flint and lit the candle on the round table. Then he sat down on the round stool, turned over the teacup, poured a cup of clear mountain spring from the teapot, and looked at the bed in the room in a daze.

Outside the house, Han Mu, who had come to the front of the house at some point, stood quietly by the door. Staring at the figure in the room, he sighed silently, turned around and gradually disappeared into the night shadow.

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In the retreat room, Han Dong, who was sitting upright and was pinching the trick with a calm expression, poured out a breath of turbid air and slowly opened his eyes.

Under the continuous washing of aura, he already felt that the unknown layer of diaphragm in the sea of consciousness had diluted a little. Originally, he still planned to continue cultivating, but the original strong spiritual power tide in his body was interrupted, and he thought that the spiritual power contained in those spiritual foods had been refined.

The cultivation of the quiet room is originally better than the long and slow kung fu of water power. Although relying solely on the aura provided by the condensation of the ashram is also effective, the effect is greatly reduced.

After thinking for a while, Han Dong still decided to quit cultivation first. After using the spiritual food, and then use the spiritual power contained in the spiritual food to wash away the diaphragm, so as to achieve the maximum use of the quiet room.

Han Dong spit out two pills from under his tongue, and nearly one-third of the original green and full Guyuan Pill had dissolved, while the other one had naturally dissipated completely. Han Dong couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart, he didn't expect that this cultivation would consume this Guyuan Pill so much. You must know that he was able to drink a pill in the spring for more than two years.

However, when he clenched his fists and felt the strength of his body greatly increased compared to before, he immediately realized that he was relieved. More importantly, after this cultivation, now in the quiet room, he clearly felt that he had a clearer perception of the cruising aura, and he was one step closer to that general knowledge realm.

Han Dong pressed the raised arrow-shaped prohibition on the door, and there was a fluctuation of spiritual light on the wooden door, and with a click, the wooden door had already opened outward on its own.

After removing the arrow inlaid in the door, I looked down and saw that the number on the arrow had changed from ninety-one to seventy-nine. I couldn't help but be surprised, according to the warning instructions of the wooden sign hanging at the gate, calculated according to the consumption of two exchange points per hour, it was already six hours since such a cultivation!

Is it almost now?

Han Dong looked up to the left and right, it was no different from before he entered the meditation room to practice, there were no more, no less green doors, exactly five.

It's no wonder that after he came to this children's cultivation courtyard, except for the unruly little pepper he ran into at breakfast this morning, he didn't even see a single figure at any other time, and his feelings were all cultivation maniacs!

Han Dong smiled bitterly in his heart, looking at this posture, these guys were planning to cultivate all night. At the same time, I was also very curious, where did these people get so many exchange points? I also faintly became a little interested in other people other than Pepper.

What kind of people are these? Everyone is a cultivator, and it stands to reason that there should not be much difference in grade, shouldn't they all be little children who can only cry their noses? How do you feel that everyone is a pervert!

sighed indiscriminately, and Han Dong didn't stay any longer.

He didn't plan to follow in the footsteps of others and insist on staying up all night cultivating, after all, these guys should have eaten at the end of the day, and the effect of cultivating in the ashram was best at this moment.

He wouldn't be so stupid as to waste these valuable exchange points. At this time, he could probably feel that if this exchange point was not used, I am afraid that the next days will be embarrassing.

Thinking of this, Han Dong felt even more hateful in his heart, not only did he cheat him on an exchange point. It also made him miss the opportunity to eat dinner, and he could only watch others catch up all the way.

Thinking about it like this, on the way back to the room, Han Dong pondered in his heart to start tomorrow's cultivation arrangements.

"Bell, bell" assists the low-ranking monks to meditate and concentrate on the evening bell, which echoes leisurely in the dark and shadowy mountains.

The night seemed to echo the bell, and the bright stars twinkled and twinkled. The sound of the bell seemed to have the same calming effect on the birds and beasts in the forest, and instead of making a strange noise, the mountains seemed to be quieter.

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Nothing was said all night.

With the ringing of the bell of the morning province, Han Dong got up early this day, and after washing, he meditated in the room.

Just wait for the hour to come, and the canteen opens.

Half an hour later, Han Dong came to the door of the dining hall on time, and it happened that the thin old man and the old man also happened to open the door to welcome guests.

Although Han Dong didn't want to see this old man in his heart, he still took the lead in holding his hand and said, "Old Mr. wine, it's early." ”

The old man saw that it was Han Dong, and his face was stunned. When he looked at it closely, a curious look flashed in his eyes, but he didn't say anything, just nodded slightly.

Han Dong handed the wooden card to the old man wine, his eyes swept over a row of steaming food bowls, and asked, "Mr. wine, since the price of spiritual food cannot be informed, I wonder if you can tell the amount of spiritual energy of various ingredients?"

Han Dong also asked with luck, originally thinking that this old man would still pretend to be mysterious. But he didn't want to, the old man nodded and said: "Starting from the spirit vegetables, then to the spirit rice, rabbit roast, snake soup, venison, wing paste soup, black chicken soup, iguan, young phoenix pigeon, beans, deer antler steamed cake, and pond soup." New boy, what do you want?"

Han Dong's mind moved, and after a little thought, he made a choice, and ordered the spirit rice, spirit vegetables, rabbit meat and a snake soup in turn.

Yesterday, when he was cultivating, he felt that this spiritual vegetable aura contained no other things, but it had a clear effect, and it was quite effective for him to condense his divine thoughts when cultivating. As for the rabbit roast and snake soup, since they are far below the beans, it is estimated that a single portion is also a little worried that the aura contained in it is not enough to support him to cultivate for three hours until the dawn hour.

Of course, this is only a rough estimate in his mind, and it may not be very accurate.

After Jiu Lao'er put the ingredients ordered by Han Dong into the opposite bowl in turn, he said with a smile: "Boy, don't you want to try Jiu Lao'er's unique concocted beans again?"

Han Dong took the food tray and said with a wry smile: "Mr. Wine, don't laugh at the boy." Yesterday, I was able to refine that ferocious spiritual power through a lot of twists and turns, but now my cultivation is still shallow, and I really can't bear it. ”

The old man said with a smile: "You kid is not bad, you can digest the old man's hospitality, and it is also a little tricky." Eat yours and go. ”

Han Dong complained for a while, the ghost is rare, you are a bad old man's hospitality, you are simply deliberately digging a pit to make the little master jump! There is still a 'sincere' smile on his face, and he is confused with a smile.

Coming to the desk, Han Dong glanced down at the arrow that was flipped to the back, only to see that the number behind the arrow had become seventy-three.

Fortunately, it's only six o'clock, so it's barely acceptable. He already had a guess in his heart that the lecture hall in two days would have a chance to get some exchange points in his account. Otherwise, Senior Brother Jiang shouldn't have been so relieved to let him spend these precious exchange points in a daze.

Hmm~ delicious! Although the old man is a man, his craftsmanship is really good.

This rabbit has a charred skin and tender meat, a rich and full taste, and the juice soaks the tongue after biting, and the aftertaste is long.

There is also this snake soup, which should have been cooked for a long time, but the miraculous meat quality is not erosive. On the contrary, the toughness is just right, the meat is firm when chewed, and the thick juice contains many aromas, which makes people eat fingers.

Just as Han Dong's index finger was feasting on it, a rough voice came from the door of the dining hall: "Wine boss, bring me two portions of spiritual rice, three portions of venison, and a cup of black chicken soup!

Han Dong followed the prestige, only to see a short and slightly chubby figure rushing into the door, and the plain white shirt he was wearing was bulging. It looks like he should be seven or eight years old, with short and messy hair.

"What's the matter, crying and mourning? Bring the token!" The old man of wine is familiar with this little fat ding, and he is not taboo in his speech.

The little fat man took out the token and threw it into the old man's hand, taking advantage of the old man's pretending to be filled with spiritual food, his eyes flying around caught a glimpse of Han Dong who was staring at him. Turning around, leaning against the window, he coquettishly stretched out his little short hand and swaggered: "New here?"

Han Dong just nodded, in response.

Little Fat Ding didn't mind, and took the food from the hands of the old man and walked towards Han Dong. He sat down at the desk next to him and said straightforwardly, "New here, let's get to know each other, what's your name?"

Han Dong had to stop eating in his hand and raised his head to respond: "In Xia Han Dong, what about you?"

The little fat man bit a large piece of venison in his mouth, and said word by word: "If you don't change your name, you won't change your surname." It's a yellow day!"

"Ritian?"

"That's right, it's me, you Huang Ritian Huang Big Brother. Chubby Ding grabbed a large piece of venison in one hand and raised his thumb with the other, pointing to his proud little chubby face.

Han Dong looked a little impatient: "When will you become my eldest brother?"

When Huang Ritian heard this, he moved his butt to Han Dong's side, and said angrily: "Little Brother Han, don't be unhappy." As the saying goes, the strength of the cultivation world is respected. And follow me, promise not to let you suffer, little brother," he said, waving the venison in his hand, "Eat fragrant, drink spicy." ”

Han Dong smiled and said, "Then I thank you, but I'm not interested in being someone else's little brother." After speaking, he lowered his head and continued to deal with the spiritual food in the bowl.

Huang Ritian listened to the first half of the sentence, and he was still a little happy, and after listening to the second half of the sentence, his face suddenly collapsed with joy. With a roll of his eyes, he pretended to put the venison in his hand into his mouth heroically, and said vaguely: "It's okay, when you change your mind in the future, come to Brother Huang at any time." ”

Han Dong could only roll his eyes and nodded speechlessly.

As the two spoke, a petite figure walked through the door. When the man saw that Huang Ritian and Han Dong seemed to be talking closely, he suddenly became angry and shouted, "Huang Hao, what are you doing?"

Han Dong first turned his head to look at 'Huang Ritian' in confusion, and then looked up at the door: "Little Pepper?"