It was not until noon the next day that Su Ziyan finished building the cabin.
Next he processed the black bear's body, cut off a piece, and roasted it by drilling wood to make fire. Finally, he kept some bear meat and planned to dry it into jerky for later consumption.
After doing all this, he entered the wooden house. The house was not very big, with the roof covered by some leaves. It was surrounded by wooden walls made of wood and inserted into the ground, and there were trees beside it. It was also a good residence.
He walked in and set up a spirit gathering array in the middle of the room. He entered the array and sat cross-legged, took out the pill and swallowed it, then began to practice without distraction.
Ming Daozi had left quite a lot of pills in his storage bag, otherwise his future cultivation would have been a big problem.
But why did Ming Daozi leave so many low-level pills? He said at the beginning that they were rewards for his disciples, but there is no need to keep them like this, right?
Of course, Su Ziyan was just confused for a moment and stopped thinking about it. His main task now was to practice and improve his realm.
Because his current cultivation level is still too low, it is not enough for him to refine pills, and there are still several bottles of Qi-refining pills in his storage bag.
So there is no need to worry about the supply of pills during this period, otherwise it would be a problem.
One night a month later, it rained heavily and was accompanied by thunder.
Fortunately, the wooden house he built is rainproof and does not leak, otherwise he would have built the house in vain.
On the third day, he stopped practicing, opened his eyes and looked outside. The misty forest was extremely damp and there was still a light rain falling from the sky.
He stood up and walked out, releasing his magic power to form a magic shield so that the rain could not get close to him.
As soon as the rain reached a height of more than three inches above his head, it was pushed aside as if by an invisible force, and fell to the ground only after leaving Su Ziyan's position.
He stopped and looked around, then his eyes stopped on a patch of grass next to the cabin. He saw a withered grass with a half-bloomed yellow flower on it, but it had long lost its original color.
He walked over and squatted, stretched out his right hand and gently stroked the flower, his eyes were calm. He just looked at this poor little flower, and suddenly, as if possessed by a ghost, he injected some spiritual power into the flower.
But he only injected it for a short while and then immediately withdrew his hand. He was stunned for a moment, looked at Xiaohua, then stood up and prepared to return to the cabin.
Because he knew the fate of the grass without even looking at it, which was turning into powder, because flowers and plants could not resist the magic power of the monk.
The monk's magic power has great power. These small grasses cannot withstand the monk's magic power at all, so the consequences are self-evident.
Unless it is some wood-attribute spells, the plants stimulated by magic power have the power to kill enemies, which is not comparable to ordinary flowers and plants.
When he was about to enter the wooden house, he looked back at the grass, and was surprised by the scene in front of him.
I saw that the grass that had died and withered before was slowly reviving at a visible speed, becoming extremely green, and the flowers also turned back to their original yellow color, looking very resilient.
He never thought that such a thing would happen, considering what he learned from the classics left by Ming Daozi.
It was clearly stated above that ordinary flowers and plants could not withstand the magical power of a cultivator, but now it was different from what I understood!
He was a little skeptical about the accuracy of those classics, but he quickly changed his mind because those were the experiences left by many senior monks after all. But how to explain the scene before him?
If it is not a problem described in the classics, then there may be a problem with yourself!
He looked at the flower, and suddenly he remembered something.
He immediately returned to the wooden house, sat cross-legged, and used the technique of inner vision to direct his spiritual consciousness to his dantian.
He looked at the half of the white spiritual power spots in his dantian mixed with glazed light spots, and the glazed transparent lotus below was still emitting light spots that continued to merge into his spiritual power. There was nothing unusual.
Seeing this situation, he guessed that his spiritual power must have mutated and become different from others, otherwise he would not have the ability to bring flowers and plants back to life.
He doesn't know whether this is good or bad. For now, this may be good news for him.
He withdrew his spiritual consciousness and thought for a while, then took out some herbs from his storage bag and began to inject spiritual power into low-level herbs to see the effect.
He watched the herbs in front of him slowly filling with vitality, and he began to get excited.
But in the end he found that the older the herbs were, the less effect his mutated spiritual power had. He felt that it must be a problem of his own insufficient magic power.
He then tried using some ores or spirit stones in the storage bag, but found that they had no effect. Perhaps these mutated spiritual powers were only effective on plants.
He was not discouraged. After all, being able to revive herbs was already a miracle. Having such means could be said to be a blessing from God. What was there to complain about?
He also thought about whether there were other uses, but his cultivation level was too low now and he didn't know how to study it. He could only wait until his cultivation level was higher and he had time to study it.
Anyway, I still have time, so there is no rush.
He lowered his head to think for a while, and then muttered to himself, "Perhaps my cultivation in the future may be inseparable from the help of this lotus, which may be a good thing for me."
After he thought it through, he no longer dwelled on this problem, but continued to practice. After all, everything would be easier after his cultivation level improved.
My cultivation is still too low now, why think so much?
He did not do anything else this time. He just practiced quietly in the wooden house. When he was hungry, he ate a fasting pill and continued practicing after eating.
...
After a year and eight months, his cultivation had reached the peak of the third level of Qi Refining. He has been stuck here for more than six months now. During this time he has tried to break through, but has not succeeded.
He knew that he had reached a bottleneck because there seemed to be a gap between the third and fourth levels, and crossing it would be different from the previous three levels.
At the fourth level, one can practice low-level spells and wield swords in combat. It is not like before when one had to rush forward with a sword in hand. It can be said that only at the fourth level can one truly become like an immortal cultivator.
However, it is difficult to break through, and he had already used up the Qi-training pills in his hand, and there are no more pills left to help him practice.
He thought about it for a long time and decided to swallow a more advanced Yellow Dragon Pill to break through the fourth level of Qi Refining.
He sat cross-legged on the ground inside the spirit gathering formation and began to close his eyes to rest. He first let his spirit, energy and spirit reach the best state, so that his cultivation would be smoother.
Two hours later, he opened his eyes, without any fluctuation in his eyes.
He picked up a Yellow Dragon Pill and thought for a long time. It was a bit dangerous to swallow the Yellow Dragon Pill now, because the Yellow Dragon Pill was used by those at the fourth to sixth level of Qi Refining.
But in the end he gritted his teeth and swallowed it. As the saying goes, fortune and wealth are sought in risk. Without taking risks, there will be no gain.
Soon he felt a powerful spiritual power rising in his abdomen, and he only felt a bloating in his abdomen.
Fortunately, it was not as described in the classics. My cultivation had not reached that level. If I swallowed advanced pills indiscriminately, my dantian would feel like it was about to explode. In serious cases, my body would explode and I would die.
At this moment, he suddenly remembered that Ming Daozi had cleansed his marrow and sharpened his bones. Perhaps it was because of this reason that he avoided the danger of exploding and dying.
He regained his mind and immediately started practicing his skills, guiding the spiritual energy to circulate through the meridians in his body.
However, since the pill was not suitable for consumption at his current level, although he did not explode and die, he still felt a bloating and pain in his body!
Now he could only continue to practice the Great Circulation and try his best to refine the medicinal power in his body.
During this practice, he forgot the passage of time. It was not until the evening of the fourth day that a slight snapping sound was heard from Su Ziyan's body.
The spiritual energy around him stagnated, and suddenly all flowed into his body.
The spiritual energy refined in his meridians also quickly gathered in his dantian. After the new spiritual energy was absorbed, it was refined and gathered in his dantian.
The spiritual power in his dantian suddenly became thicker. It was no longer just a thin layer as before. Now the spiritual power in his dantian was more than twice as thick as that of other cultivators.
Seeing such a strong spiritual power, Su Ziyan couldn't help but feel a little confused. It might be because of his spiritual roots, or it might be because Ming Daozi had cleansed his marrow and strengthened his bones.
He did not stand up immediately, but continued to practice, intending to consolidate his cultivation.
The next day, he opened his eyes and exhaled the foul air. He had reached the fourth level of Qi training. He released his spiritual consciousness and looked inward at his Dantian with a look of joy on his face.
After a while, he released his spiritual sense again to see the changes in himself. He was suddenly surprised to find that his spiritual sense had reached sixteen feet away.
You know, this kind of spiritual awareness range is only available at the sixth level of Qi Refining, but now I am only at the fourth level of Qi Refining, but I have spiritual awareness comparable to the sixth level of Equipment Refining.
But he was also a little confused as to why this happened.
You know, spiritual awareness is of great importance. His spiritual awareness is stronger than that of other cultivators. He can quickly discover what is happening in the distance and know the danger in advance.
It can also give you the most advantageous advantage in a fight. No matter what, the stronger your spiritual awareness is, the more advantageous it will be to you.
He thought about it and finally attributed the change to the lotus, because apart from it, he really had no other possible guesses.
But this is also an opportunity for me, so I didn't think too much about it.
All he wanted now was to learn magic as quickly as possible so that he would have more means to save his life. Although he could only learn the lowest level magic now, Su Ziyan was not discouraged.
He started practicing with the most basic spells, the most important of which was the art of controlling objects. He had to learn how to wield a sword and fight. Otherwise, he would just rush forward like before, looking nothing like an immortal cultivator.
Moreover, if he encounters other Qi Refining Level 4 cultivators who know how to control objects, he will be at a disadvantage.
It took him more than a month to master the art of controlling objects, and then he began to practice fireball, wood fighting, quicksand, water arrows, etc.
But he found that he was able to learn these spells relatively quickly. In three months, he had learned all of them.
Although it has not yet reached the level of instant casting, being able to cast spells smoothly is very good.
After he finished practicing those spells, he returned to the cabin and packed up his things.
He wanted to leave here and go back to the dilapidated temple, but at this moment he was still a little reluctant to leave. After all, he had lived here for one or two years, and it was impossible to say that he had no regrets.
He raised his hand and punched one of the pillars of the cabin. There was a loud crash and the cabin collapsed.
He turned his head and looked outside the mountain, muttering, "The next step is to get revenge. With my current strength, I should have no problem dealing with those bandits."
He stretched out his hand and clenched his fist. "But let's go find out where they are first."
...
Su Ziyan walked along the same route he came from. After a day's trek, he finally got out of the forest and returned to the ruined temple.
The dilapidated temple that appeared in front of Su Ziyan at this time was almost completely covered with thatch, and only some walls and eaves could be seen.
If it weren't for these things, Su Ziyan might not have known that this was the dilapidated temple where he used to live, and would have thought he had gone to the wrong place.
He released his spiritual sense to scan inside, and after confirming that there was no one or wild beast inside, he used his body skills to jump in from outside the wall.
He landed in the yard and looked at the door of the main hall. It was also blocked by thatch and the stone slabs were covered with moss.
He looked at everything in front of him with great complexity, and after a while he slowly walked in.
There were already many spider webs in the hall, and there was a layer of dust on the ground.
Su Ziyan looked quietly at the bed made of thatched branches in the corner, which had been eaten by termites and almost turned into yellow mud. He couldn't help feeling a little sad.
He walked closer to the corner and touched the remaining branches, thinking of his previous life with the old beggar and how he slept here, and slowly he fell into memories.
It took him a long time to stand up, and at this time Su Ziyan's eyes were calm.
He turned and walked out. When he came to the outside of the temple, he looked back at the dilapidated temple deeply. He remembered deeply the place where he had lived for several years.
Because this is the place where he was raised as a child and where he was given a second life, he must remember this place and keep it in his heart.
He left the dilapidated temple and went to the town, bought incense, candles, paper money and offerings, and went to the old beggar's grave.
He cleared away the weeds and small trees in front of the grave that were as tall as a man, placed offerings on the grave, and lit incense and candles.
Facing the old beggar's grave, he whispered, "Grandpa, I'm here to see you, but I'm leaving here too.
Maybe this is the last time I come here, because the path I am taking now is different from before, and I don't know what I will face in the future, so I want to take a look at you again before I leave.
I went to town and bought a lot of food and wine that you wanted to eat but couldn't before. Today, I'll let you enjoy it." Su Ziyan poured the wine into the glass and then poured it on the ground.
That night Su Ziyan sat on the ground, facing the old beggar's grave and talked a lot. At the end, tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.
He stood up and looked deeply at the old beggar's grave. "I am leaving now. I have to go back to my old village. I don't know if I can come back to see you in the future. If I can, I will come back to see you."
Su Ziyan smiled and turned to leave.
He went back to his old village, but the village no longer looked the same.
Now that he has become an immortal cultivator, everything that happened in the past appears clearly in his mind, and he can even remember what the village looked like.
He tried to find out what the small village looked like before, but no matter how hard he tried he could not remember what it looked like. In the end he could only take a deep look and then turned and left.
He went to the place where his parents were buried, and after placing the tribute there, he also spoke a lot.
He stayed there for another night, and at noon the next day, Su Ziyan left without looking back and went to the town to inquire if there were any robbers nearby.
...
In the town, Su Ziyan thought about it and finally decided to go to the teahouse to ask someone.
He remembered that there was a storyteller in the teahouse who had well-informed sources of information, so there would be no problem in going to him to ask.
Entering the teahouse, the waiter was stunned when he saw Su Ziyan, who was well dressed. "Are you Su Ziyan?"
"Little Brother, I haven't seen you for more than a year, and you don't recognize me."
When I was a beggar before, I had been given food by the waiter. So when we met this time, he didn't seem so cold.
"It's really you. Did you come here to drink tea this time?"
"No, I came to see Mr. Lian. I want to ask him something."
"You're looking for him?" the waiter asked hesitantly.
Su Ziyan took out a tael of silver and gave him a "help"
When the waiter saw the money, he immediately smiled and said, "Okay, okay, come with me."
When I brought Su Ziyan to the backyard, I saw an old man in his seventies, dressed like a storyteller, sitting on a recliner drinking tea and reading a book in his hand.
The waiter called Mr. Lian, and after Mr. Lian looked over, he said, "He's here to see you."
Mr. Lian looked at Su Ziyan and asked, "You're looking for me?"
"Well, I came here to ask you something."
Mr. Lian glanced at the waiter, then looked at the young Su Ziyan, and nodded slightly, "Then ask."
Su Ziyan immediately asked him, "I know Mr. Lian knows a lot of things. This time I came to inquire about whether there are any hills with bandits nearby."
"What do you want to do with a robber?" Mr. Lian looked at him with confusion. Did he want to be a robber?
"I have some accounts I want to settle with them, I hope you can tell me"
Mr. Lian frowned, but soon told Su Ziyan, "After leaving Baishi Town, walk 37 miles south. There is a group of bandits on Wolf Head Mountain, but I haven't heard of any other places nearby.
But are you sure you want to settle accounts with them instead of going to die?"
Su Ziyan did not answer this question, but smiled and said, "Thank you for telling me, sir. I will take my leave now."
He didn't stay long and turned to walk out of the yard. The waiter chased him out, but when he reached the street, he found that Su Ziyan had already walked far away. He was surprised. Wasn't the other party walking too fast?