At the time of the account, Zhao Yingluo deliberately gave a few more low-grade spirit stones. The old man did not shirk excessively, after all, he was as old as him, and there were still many places where he needed money in the future. And both of them knew that if the old man, as a refiner, only sold the furnace and the tripod, then the lonely persistence he made in his twilight years for his preferences or dreams could only be exchanged for poverty.

Because of the cultivation above the cold dew period, refiners and alchemists who have their own natal fire will not be able to look down on this kind of magic weapon-level furnace and ding. And some sects or immortal cultivators who have the fire of the center of the earth generally buy the furnace and the tripod in bulk, and then pay it in the fire room for the disciples and disciples to use for free.

Therefore, the main customers of the old man's stall on the furnace and the tripod are some people who have obtained the fire of alien beasts, the thunder fire of heaven and earth, and other such flames by chance, and cultivate as scattered cultivators and refiners below the condensation period. In addition, there are a small number of Qi cultivation and atomization stage disciples who like to use furnaces and tripod magic weapons against the enemy.

The money and goods were cleared, and when Zhao Yingluo turned around and wanted to leave. The old man said expectantly: "This Taoist friend, I often come to sit in my spare time, and when I have time, the two of us will discuss life again." ”

After walking out of the octagonal pavilion where the old man's stall was located, and looking up at the sun that was almost in the middle of the sky, Zhao Yingluo turned around and walked in the direction of the Zhuangyuan Pavilion. In the octagonal pavilion, before the stall, with the old man's narration of a dry magic weapon, Zhao Yingluo also seemed to follow him through a variety of life situations.

At this time, Zhao Yingluo felt very tired, as if he had not closed his eyes for several days and nights, and what he needed most at the moment was a pillow and a hearty sleep.

After an afternoon of sound sleep, Zhao Ying fell at dawn and was awakened by the sound of falling rain outside the window. Lying on the warm and comfortable little bed, listening to the wind and rain outside the window, how he wished that time could be frozen in this moment forever, at least at this moment his heart was peaceful and leisurely.

Deep in the Golo Mountains, inside an unknown cave. A charming, bright woman and a little girl about thirteen or fourteen years old, who looked quite clever and well-behaved, sat around a bonfire, and used the dancing flames to drive away the dampness and cold air in the body and the cave. To be honest, the feeling of being roasted hot in the front and cold in the back is really not very pleasant.

The two of them had been staying in the Golo Mountains for nearly two months, and there were already as many as a few demon beasts with cultivation above level six that had been killed by the two of them. But until now, she has never found the ancient teleportation circle that leads to the western barbarian continent in the memory of the little girl.

In this rather secluded room in the backyard near the lake on the first floor of the Zhuangyuan Pavilion, the body is wide and fat, and the peerless Mi Luo's Ming Xin is in his room at the moment, sitting on the bed with his knees folded and his palms folded, silently running the second layer of Mi Luo Gong's method.

As bursts of intense golden light faded from his face, he sighed lightly. He slowly opened his eyes. I got up and walked to the window, listening to the gurgling spring rain through the thin window paper, and after another failed practice, I was depressed and frustrated and didn't know who to talk to.

As for what Senior Brother Mingwu said before, he deliberately suppressed his cultivation under the mental period because of that trip to the "East Lake Secret Realm" once in one Jiazi. In fact, this is only one of the reasons, I have been trapped in the late stage of condensation for nearly 20 years, and an important reason why I can't break through the bottleneck of the mental movement period is the lack of the "Mi Luo Gong" exercise itself.

Due to the fact that a few pages were missing behind the third layer of exercises, this caused his cultivation realm to have been stagnant. Even though he has the fourth level of cultivation of this exercise, he has been trying to complete the missing parts with his understanding of the before and after parts of the exercise for more than ten years. But the experience of failure is always similar, and I feel that I have touched the edge of success, but in the end it is still a failure.

Listening to the dense drizzle outside the window, I thought about my bleak future. Even though Ming Xin has become open-minded and optimistic because he majored in "Mi Luo Gong", at this moment, his face couldn't help but show a little bit of sadness.

Compared with Ming Ming's sadness, Zhao Ying fell on his small bed and lay comfortably and comfortably for a while, then turned over and got out of bed and came to the table by the window.

The raindrops outside the window seemed to have drenched his heart, looking at the rain that flew down, he suddenly remembered that similar rainy night, when he went to the Nanqian Continent with his sister, and stayed in a ruined temple in Lian Nug Village at night, he met a beggar who took shelter from the rain and sold wisdom everywhere.

At that time, my young self could not understand what the beggar said: "It is better to lie down than to sit, it is better to sit than to stand, and it is better to walk than to stand." "Now that I think about it, it should probably be an attitude of life that teaches people to relax their minds, be optimistic and diligent.

After casually laying out a ban isolated from the outside world here, Zhao Yingluo took out the iron-gray three-legged uncovered small tripod that he had purchased from the rickety old man yesterday from the Qiankun bag of the accessories he carried, which was called a "small stove".

With the low chant of the incantation in Zhao Yingluo's mouth, he pointed like the wind, and immediately hit this small ding with several crimson fire attribute spells that were worthy of sacrifice to the void in front of him.

In a few moments, a cloud of red flames burned over the statue, which had risen from the wind to the iron-gray furnace the size of three feet. The incantation in his mouth became more and more urgent, and the magic trick in his hand was twisted in a series of changes, and finally a wisp of silver-gray cold flame rose from the tip of his left index finger. After a little groaning, the hot iron and cold flames of the place led him to the "small furnace" wrapped in the red flames.

Seeing that Xiao Ding was actually able to withstand the power of the "Earth Flame Iron Cold Flame", Zhao Yingluo seemed to be more and more interested in that pitiful Twilight Refiner.

The wind stopped, the rain stopped, and Zhao Yingluo walked alone on the bustling East Lake. Xu is a lot of people came on the rainy night yesterday, and Xu is a guest who came from afar a few days ago, all resting and waiting in the inn. Once it is the official start of today's East Lake Meeting, the streets and the shore of East Lake are full of people who come to participate in the event. Immortal cultivators are mixed with ordinary people, but they are also happy.

Zhao Yingluo's gaze passed through the crowd of people, attracted by a stall selling puppet dolls on the side of the road, and when he got closer, he found that the stall owner was actually a rough barefoot man, he no longer thought that these exquisitely crafted puppet ornaments on the stall were actually from such a rude looking person.

Listening to him explain to everyone the wonderful use of various puppets on the stall, Zhao Yingluo suddenly felt that he liked the way of puppets very much. In fact, he himself knows that the biggest taboo on the road of cultivating immortals is half-heartedness and multitasking. Throughout the ages, I don't know how many talented and talented people have ruined their immortal path because of their preferences and too much involvement. But in any case, at the moment, he can't hold back, and his heart has the same yearning and longing for this way.