The ox cart drove tirelessly, leaving neat hoof prints and ruts on the dirt roads in the wilderness. Driving the ox cart, Chun Yang couldn't help but wonder, why did the disciples of the Taibai Sword Sect go out of the mountain for the first time and not allow the imperial weapon to fly or the imperial envoy to fly?

After such a few days of experience, Chunyang may understand a little.

Without him, only ordinary hearts.

To be honest, the feeling of flying in the sky is really intoxicating and fascinating, although at present, Pure Yang has only experienced it on the body of a bird, and has not yet tried to fly a royal weapon that is ten thousand times more free and real than it. But this has already bred a cognitive error in his heart, which is caused by his own strength.

That is no longer a cognitive error of mortals, and it is also a distortion of mentality. This is in the sect where monks are everywhere, this kind of mentality will not be stimulated, it will only be hidden in the depths of the heart, once you leave the group of monks and meet mortals, subconsciously, you will no longer regard yourself as a mortal, and you will have the illusion of looking at mortals.

After this journey, the slow movement on the land, the mountain people hunting, the farmers farming, that simplicity, that kind of ordinary, that kind of truth, deeply calmed the heart of pure yang, extinguished the distorted heart, and purified the heart of the Dao.

A monk is just a mortal who has mastered extraordinary powers, and those who can't see this clearly and can't recognize the essence can't get through the rare self in the demons in their hearts, which is also the handiwork of the great sect, preparing for future calamities from the early stage.

Sitting on the ox cart, leaning against the wall of the cart and holding a treasure umbrella on his head, shielding himself from the sun, Chunyang put on a comfortable posture and drove past a golden wheat field.

The wind chimes on the four corners of the car swayed and made a pleasant "jingle" sound. The wind came from the west, blowing through the wheat field, the wheat waves were undulating, and the fresh wheat fragrance was accompanied by the earthy smell, wrapped around the four cow hooves. Wildflowers on the side of the road, butterflies dancing, bees industrious, chasing the aroma escaping from the carriage, one after another, buzzing.

The ox cart was slow, and the driver was idle, all the way through the wheat sea, and when he saw an old and weak woman working in the fields, he stopped to help, and did not care about the ox cart, regardless of the beauty of the cart, his clothes were covered with mud, his face was full of sweat, and his hands were full of dirt and blades of grass.

From time to time, when family members come to the field to deliver food, they don't care about the rough food, and they don't dislike sitting on the edge of the field to eat together, even if it takes a lot of effort to refine the grains and miscellaneous qi in the body later.

For more than a month in the world, Chunyang drove the ox cart so slowly, and when he met a farmer, he stepped forward to help with farming, and when he met an orion, he helped to round up together, and when he met a craftsman, he gave some money to learn a craft, iron, carpentry, weaving, ceramics, carving, with the powerful divine sense of the immortal cultivator, but he could become a teacher in half a day.

At the beginning, it was Chunyang himself who was doing this, and a few days later, even with Sanxiao followed everything, since he stepped into the path of cultivation, he had almost forgotten what it was like to be a mortal, this time, like a mortal to work, live, sleep, eat, the monk's dust, the arrogant temperament disappeared, a trace of peace and tranquility that only the villagers in the mountains and wilderness, and the simple and simple atmosphere appeared on their bodies.

On their bodies, they have already changed into a coarse cotton coat bought from the villagers, pure yang is fine, as long as you don't pay attention to the sun pattern in the center of the eyebrows, the golden eyes in the eyes, that is just an ordinary mountain village youth who looks more delicate. And the vast light of Sanxiao, even the coarse cotton clothes can't cover the slightest, Chunyang found a hat with a veil on three sides for them to wear, which is a bit like a village girl.

In this way, the four of them rushed like ordinary mortals, met the store, met the store, stayed in the store, did not meditate at night but slept at night, and if they could not use the mana in their bodies, they would not use it, and they would be mortals again, understand the ups and downs of mortals, step by step, and measure the earth with their feet.

However, in this month's time, the cultivation of several people has not fallen, although it seems that the cultivation time is short, but the efficiency of cultivation has increased a lot, Sanxiao has condensed three or four tricks, and Pure Yang has also condensed six tricks.

The most important thing is that in the cultivation of the Red Yen God, the spirit of Pure Yang at this time is much stronger than before, and he has already conceived one hundred and eighty thin lines, and then connected the heads of each line to establish a multi-faceted sphere with thousands of faces.

It is not easy to cultivate to this point, although after the establishment of the sphere, the thin lines in it can no longer maintain its existence, but the thousands of faces of the sphere are many times more difficult than before! The current pure yang has spent nearly seventy percent of all the mind on maintaining the sphere! The remaining thirty percent of the mind maintains the usual cultivation, and there is no problem with life thinking, but if you want to fight with others, then the previous efforts will be in vain, and they will be in vain!

The wheels are rolling, and at the end of the road, a dark ancient city appears in the sky, which is the destination of the four-person trip, an ancient city of cultivating immortals with a 10,000-year-old heritage, the ancient city of Pingyang.

Legend has it that this city was established by the power of the earth immortal in a scattered cultivation 10,000 years ago, and the legend is to suppress a fire devouring Tianwu that is about to soar, and legend has it that this city is named Pingyang City with the honorific title of the earth immortal, and because it is to suppress the demon king who eats the fire Tianwu and other immortals, so this city is also called Zhenwu City.

Now, there are three major forces in this city, one is Chen Qianzhi, the city lord Liupin Governor sent by the Great Qin Heavenly Dynasty to garrison, who has the strength to form a pill; the second is the combined force of the three major families of Zhao Sun Wang in the city, although there is no person in the realm of the pill, but each family also has a half-step master of the pill; the third is the elder of the outer gate sent by the Taibai Sword Sect, and a disciple of the Jiujian Peak outside the thirty-six peaks, after all, it is a city within the core influence of the Taibai Sword Sect, and it is necessary to send disciples to sit in the town!

However, according to the power level of this city, it is completely enough to send a disciple of Jiedan, it is only a thousand miles away from the Taibai Sword Sect, if there is something to practice the Qi disciple Imperial Sword, it is only an hour, and the Jindan disciple will only arrive with half a pillar of incense, and it is a complete waste to send a disciple of a higher realm.

From seeing the ancient city from a distance, to walking to the ancient city, the ox cart walked for a day and a night before arriving, which shows the huge size of this city!

When you really walk to the ancient city, the hundred-foot-high black stone city wall is full of traces of the vicissitudes of time. The city gate is also ten zhang high, cast with fire copper, after 10,000 years, the fiery red copper gate is full of green patina!

There is a square in front of the city gate, where many monks land, enter the city on foot, or come out of the city to fly to the sky.

Chunyang still sat on the ox cart so comfortably, slowly drove the bull demon forward, threw four lower grade spirit stones to the innate monk guarding the door, and stepped on the bluestone slab with the cow's hooves, leisurely taking advantage of the sunset at dusk, crossing the city gate.