Doesn't it feel like I'm lacking in ambition?

Do you feel that I don't have the kind of pride and ambition of "knotting my hair and receiving eternal life, and fighting the sword in the sea"?

Do you feel that I don't have the kind of swordsman style that says go, dares to love and hate, and dares to fight and kill?

Yes, although I was very ahead of my time and thought far away, a little boy dared to think about the dream of being the first powerful clan under Lianyun Peak that only the Zhuji monks dared to do. In the surrounding circle of Qi cultivators, I stood out from the crowd, standing outstanding, and the jade tree was in the wind. However, really in the eyes of Bai Yunying, Xie Daoqing, and An Xian'er, what is my doing? However, the child is playing games and has just left the house thinking about opening a small shop.

But so what?

Whatever position I stand in and what power I have, I will behave and do whatever I do. I can control astronomy and geography in the goldfinger space, go through the ancient and modern, comment on characters, explore secrets, talk about Taoism, and can do many, many big events that are countless times beyond my real identity, but I am still just a small person in reality. A fourteen-year-old boy, who is only at the first level of Qi cultivation, has profound knowledge of cultivating the truth but is extremely lacking in practice, and can only watch from the sidelines when he is proficient in the world.

So I honestly did my duty in the small pond of Lianyunfeng, even if I jumped very high this time, it was cooking, calculating, and pulling a Lin Shijiu to be a bodyguard, which was very active, which stunned the eyes of several little junior sisters, and made the master Xie Kang and the aunt Xie Zhen a little helpless. But in the eyes of Jindan Zhenren, what I did was just a child's game.

So I let the few Jindan Jurchens in front of me taunt and tease slightly, and listened to them say all kinds of words that made ordinary Qi cultivation disciples have dry mouths, floating qi and blood, swollen brains, tight hearts, hot blood, and small heads.

I continue to cook my dishes.

Catch a large panhorn antelope, kill it, wrap it in a special kind of dirt I found in the green jungle in front of me, and bake it under the fire. What kind of soil is special? It's a very peculiar little insect that resembles an ant like a termite but is not an ant but lives in a colony, and there is a place at the bottom of their nest full of mushrooms, and I use the kind of soil that has grown a lot of mushrooms. Don't think of it as wet soil that can be dug up casually in an ant's nest, because that kind of little insect is actually the lowest level of monsters. The nests they choose are all on the branch nodes of the spiritual veins, and the soil used to build the nests is also what they excrete after obtaining various plants containing spiritual energy.

To be honest, this kind of clay is also a kind of spiritual material, and it is a good material for making some elixirs and magic weapons. But because the little bugs are hard to find, very aggressive, and highly poisonous, it often takes a foundation monk to get some near the nests of some herbivorous demon beasts.

But who could have seen a foundation monk who would use this unusual clay for cooking?

I can't turn this corner.

I also saw a record in a miscellaneous book from Aunt Lin Keya's, and then I happened to find a worm nest in the small jungle in front of me, and I had this dish.

At the same time, there is an omelet made with the eggs removed, the eggs are made with a special sauce, and the mushrooms are mixed with a kind of lizard meat that lives near the hive. Coupled with the rice I cooked from the spiritual rice cooked by the nearest mountain castle lord below, a big meal came alive.

Three or four hundred Qi cultivation disciples from the twenty-four peaks rushed into the black mist of Dongbo Mountain, and in it they were squirting with those skeleton zombies and ghosts, and thousands of warriors from the twenty-four peaks followed the cultivators in front of them step by step, sweeping little by little. From time to time, there are cheers after sweeping a ghoul lair, more screams when they are injured, anger and madness when they are surprised. There have been samurai who have had accidents and died in the black mist, and there are also cultivators who have encountered strong enemies and been seriously injured by ghouls. After a day's rush, there are only one or two teams that have really gained a lot.

When it got dark, most of the team retreated to the foot of the hill and began to build barracks and dig stoves for cooking. There are also some brave monks who are still hunting in the black fog.

Then, I sat quietly in Cloud City, surrounded by a few little Lori, and in front of me sat six Jindan real people, quietly knocking open the mud shell on the leg of mutton, releasing the murderous aroma inside, quietly dividing the meat with a knife and handing it to everyone.

The monks below ate the rough food made by the sisters who had learned to cook, drank the wine they brought, and shared their martial arts with the boys around them with fierce faces but proudly, and then mocked the weakness and incompetence of some people, and from time to time some samurai were kicked out for the mistakes they made during the day, and were punished with cruel corporal punishment on the spot to shock others.

Even Liu Guanghe, who has always been gentle and elegant, no longer does the posture of a graceful and turbid son, but changes into a golden armor, wears a helmet, takes out a magic weapon long knife and a magic shield, turns around and becomes a sophisticated sword and shield soldier, and rushes to the front of Lian Yunfeng's team.

Looking at the battlefield pictures passed back by Master Xie Kang, the performance of the thirty-four juniors and sisters who participated in the battle this time was vividly vivid, which really opened my eyes. There are people like Liu Guanghe who hide very deeply, there are also those who usually go to the battlefield but are thin, and there are even those who make mistakes in a hurry, and there are those who don't even know what they want to do. Insult each other, bring their usual hatred into the black mist, and then fight each other, killing each other's retinue of samurai at will. There was even a junior brother who collapsed under pressure, turned around and ran away, grabbed a female warrior, and did disgusting things on the spot.

Then, his head, cut off, cleaned, and placed in a box, in front of me.

I sighed and had a thousand feelings, but what could I say?

People are doing it, and the sky is watching.

What you do, you have to be responsible for to the end.

Can't even support such a slight battle, can collapse even such a little pressure, and can't even do such a simple thing, then how can it be possible to hand over the more important power and power on Lian Yun Peak to these people?

The letter sent back by the master with the box reads: "It takes thirty years to burn jade, and the heirs must wait for a hundred battles." It's very incisive, it's authentic, it's very realistic, and it's very social.

What do these two sentences say?

It is said that the rules of seeing, selecting, educating and employing people are spread in the cultivation realm. It is not only for cultivators like me who were born in a secular and humble family, but also for the new generation of people like Xie Baoqin who were born in the cultivation sect, but also for all those scattered cultivators and demon cultivators who are like those who have joined the cultivation sect. The law is very harsh on the monks of the poor sect, but in fact, there is not much favoritism for the monks of the gate valve, it is nothing more than the building near the water to get the moon first, taking advantage of a profit, and getting a little eccentricity.

And I understood what the master was trying to say.

I'm cheating, I'm being lazy, and I'm replacing a lot of things with strategy and planning.

This time it could, and it did very well. Many mountain cities around Dongbo Mountain have already received letters from Chen's mountain towns, and they have also sent envoys to rush over with things, and many mountain cities have inquired about the master, to Lianyun Peak, and to the fourteenth uncle who is guarding the town. The water was muddy, and then a lot of things could be seen clearly, and the master and Aunt Xie Zhen also got a lot of benefits, so they let it go this time.

But there was no next time.

Next time, whether it's me, or Xie, Liu, and Pan beside me, I have to go down.

Only those who charge forward and sit in the middle like Liu Guanghe, and are truly a commander, can be favored by the elders of the division.

Then you can get the real foundation building method!

I understand!