Cultivation begins with the mysterious little tripod

"Xiao Hui, are you sure there is a water-attributed treasure here?"

At the foot of a verdant mountain shrouded in mist, Wang Fu, dressed in black, stared at the mountain in a trance. On his shoulder, a fist-sized soul-seeking beast was waving its claws and gesturing with its teeth and claws bared. A pair of watery and lively eyes flashed with affirmation.

"In that case, let's go. I hope we can really find a water-attributed treasure. Otherwise, we can only give up and rely on hard practice to practice the [Black Emperor Erosion Thunder Sword Art]."

Wang Fu sighed, then walked towards the depths of the mountain.

It has been several months since he left Shangjing City.

During this period, he used the disguise talisman to repeatedly change his appearance, restrain his breath, and even changed his position many times, so as not to leave any clues for people to track him.

There is no other reason. His current situation is not very good.

At first, Wang Fu went to various markets and cities to find the water-attributed treasures needed to practice the [Black Emperor Thunder Sword Art], but when he accidentally heard the news that he had escaped from the Wind and Thunder Ruins world, Wang Fu no longer went to the market.

His deeds in the Wind and Thunder Ruins have been widely circulated, especially attracting the attention of those powerful immortal cultivation families. After all, how many spiritual medicines can a person who has stayed in the Wind and Thunder Ruins for decades have?

There are even immortal cultivators who try to spy on how Wang Fu left the imprisonment of the Wind and Thunder Ruins. Since he can leave, can he enter? The Wind and Thunder Ruins appear once every hundreds or thousands of years. If any force can master the method of entering and exiting the Wind and Thunder Ruins at will, wouldn’t it be equivalent to having a back garden rich in thousand-year-old spiritual medicines?

So, now Wang Fu has become a hot commodity, and all immortal cultivators who know about this want to get a piece of the pie.

Capture Wang Fu, snatch the elixir, and ask for the method to escape from the ruins...

After Wang Fu learned the news, he went directly into the deep mountains and forests, and dared not show his head again.

With his strength in the foundation-building realm, if he leaked his whereabouts, he would be almost dead under the pursuit and interception of those Jindan cultivators.

Wang Fu could roughly guess who leaked the news, it must be Lu Feng.

Only this person knew his details.

So, Wang Fu went deep into the mountains and forests, deliberately avoiding the residences of those immortal cultivation families in Dajing. The more remote, the more he went.

With the ability to find spirit beasts, he looked for a safe place with rich spiritual energy in the world, preparing to retreat and impact the Jindan, and at the same time searching for water-attributed treasures, wanting to condense the "Guishui Qi" to practice the [Black Emperor Eclipse Thunder Sword Technique].

And this search has been going on for more than half a year.

He did find a few hills with rich spiritual energy, but unfortunately he didn't find any water-attributed treasures, otherwise Wang Fu would have already started his retreat.

When he was practicing [Golden Thunder Sword Art], he used the "Xuan Yin Copper Mother", a rare treasure in Yang Xiuwei's body, to condense the Geng Jin Qi, which allowed him to quickly get started with the top-level Nascent Soul technique and cultivate the Golden Sword Light.

[Black Emperor Eclipse Thunder Sword Art] is also a top-level Nascent Soul technique. If there is no Gui Water Qi to help, practicing this technique will not only consume a lot of time, but also weaken the power of the technique. This is not what Wang Fu wants to see.

However, Wang Fu can't keep spending time on the Kui Shui Qi. After all, his current situation is extremely dangerous, so he set a one-year deadline for himself. If he hasn't found a water-attributed treasure to condense the Kui Shui Qi in a year, he can only give up.

As for the Yimu Qi required for [Qingmu Xunlei Sword Art], Wang Fu was not worried. Whether it was the many thousand-year-old spiritual medicines picked from the Fenglei Ruins or the ten-thousand-year-old lightning-struck wood given by Li Hongying, they all had Yimu Qi.

So the only thing missing now was Guishui Qi.

Not long after climbing the mountain, Wang Fu saw two rough characters written on a huge stone that looked like a stone tablet - Cuiping.

"Cuiping Mountain?" Wang Fu looked at the two words in front of him, frowned slightly, and immediately showed a vigilant look.

"This mountain is famous, obviously written by humans, and the spiritual energy of the world here is also a little richer than other places. Is there a cultivator practicing here?"

Many casual cultivators without power would choose a mountain to build a cave to practice hard. The mountain here is full of spiritual energy. Although it is not a top-notch place for practice, it is surrounded by clouds and mist, like a natural barrier. If it is used as a cave, it is not bad.

With this in mind, Wang Fu ignored the urging of the beast on his shoulder, looked up at the towering mountain, then narrowed his eyes, and his consciousness dispersed forward in an instant.

Unfortunately, there was a lot of miasma in the forest, which hindered the consciousness. The consciousness that could originally be spread over a range of more than 4,500 feet was weakened by nearly half. Fortunately, some movements were still captured by the consciousness.

The next moment, Wang Fu performed a wind control technique, his feet were surrounded by the breeze, and he walked on the grass, walking between the rugged mountains and forests as if walking on flat ground.

Not long after, a rough singing voice came into his ears.

"Old woodcutter, I cut wood for myself. I bundle green pines and green locust trees..."

"Outside the vast autumn mountains, monuments have become desolate tombs, and stele pillars are covered with green moss..."

Looking in the direction of the voice, Wang Fu saw a man in coarse linen clothes walking on a mountain path less than three feet wide. He held an axe in his hand and carried a bundle of dry firewood on his back. He walked steadily, singing loudly while heading down the mountain.

Wang Fu stared at the man carefully for a while, and then used his spiritual sense to investigate several times, and finally confirmed that this man was just an ordinary woodcutter.

Wang Fu's eyes turned, and he stuffed the somewhat angry soul-seeking beast back into the soul-seeking beast bag, then took out a disguise talisman, activated a wisp of spiritual power, and wiped it on his face, and immediately changed into an ordinary young man.

He took out another transformation talisman, turned his clothes into coarse linen clothes, and appeared on the mountain road below carrying a pole.

Soon, Wang Fu who was going up the mountain met the woodcutter who was coming down the mountain.

"Uncle, the songs you sang are so pleasant. When I listened from a distance, I thought there was an immortal in front of me." After the disguise, Wang Fu's cheeks turned red and he even breathed a little. He looked at the woodcutter with a green face. There was an innocent smile on his face.

"Hahaha..." The woodcutter stopped and put down the firewood on his back to rest. He laughed loudly and said, "Little boy, you still have good ears. This is the woodcutter's song spread in Cuiping Mountain. My grandfather My grandfather has heard it. It is said that in a very distant time, an immortal came to live in our Cuiping Mountain and taught us this woodcutter's song in return for the hospitality of our mountain people. "

"We woodcutters will hum a few words when we go to the mountains to cut wood. Those wild beasts on the mountains have never hurt us."

"So, it's really the song of an immortal." Wang held up his eyes and lit up.

"That's... Hey, little kid, why haven't we seen you before? Which village are you from? Why are you climbing the mountain..." The woodcutter looked at Wang Fu, suddenly showing a wary look, even holding the woodcutter in his hand. The broad palms were tightened.

"I am……"

Wang Fu raised a smile, but there was a trace of helplessness between his brows. He just uttered two words, and then blew out a breath of spiritual energy. The woodcutter also became sluggish under this spiritual energy.

But it was the mental tricks that controlled his mind.

"I didn't want to use the mind control technique on you, but you were too cautious. I don't know what village is nearby, so I had to do this. Don't blame me." Wang Fu looked at the woodcutter who was controlled by the mind control technique and showed a hint of anger. He apologized helplessly. This was the second time he had used the mind control technique since he learned it.

Wang Fu had almost forgotten the restriction that this mind control technique was only effective for mortals.

Wang Fu then asked the woodcutter about the area and conditions here, and then he learned that the mountain was really called Cuiping Mountain. Not far from the mountain, there was a village that had been living here for generations. The village lived close to the mountain and had a population of more than a hundred. Although they are far away from the towns, they live a free and unrestrained life and are not under the jurisdiction of the government.

There is nothing surprising on Cuiping Mountain, nor are there any footprints of immortals.

However, the rugged boulder with the word "Cuiping" written on it at the foot of the mountain has existed for many years, as if it has existed since the ancestors of the village moved here.

Knowing the origin of the stone tablet, Wang Fu had some thoughts in his mind.

Then he gave the order "forget about this" to the woodcutter whose mind was being controlled, and then disappeared into a stream of light.

After Wang Fu left, the woodcutter's expression returned to normal. Except for his head being a little dizzy, there was nothing unusual. The woodcutter didn't take it seriously. He continued to sing songs, held the woodcutter, and carried firewood on his back before going down the mountain. .