I practice cultivation cautiously in a strange world

The little boy looked at the small bag in his hand and suddenly became excited.

He knew this thing.

The immortals who flew over the village that day all had such bags hanging around their waists.

It is said to be called a storage bag.

It looks small, but in fact there is a lot of space inside.

If he can use the immortals' things, maybe he can become an immortal and avenge his mother!

The little boy's chest was heaving.

He immediately tried to open the bag.

But he failed.

The bag seemed to be one piece, and he couldn't pull it open no matter how hard he tried.

"The immortals' things must require the immortals' means."

The little boy muttered, and the child stopped trying and put the bag away.

Suddenly, his expression changed, and he hurriedly threw the bag back into his foot pit, and then quickly stepped on it with his feet.

Then he continued to stagger forward.

"Boy, did you pick up anything?"

Two figures flew from the sky.

A man and a woman, both stepping on flying swords, asked from a high position.

"Ah, immortals! I greet the immortals!"

Although the little boy wanted to beat the two immortals to death, he knew that he couldn't show any sign of it.

He knelt on the ground with gritted teeth, looking at them in worship.

"Brother, what can a mortal know? Let's go to the front and take a look?"

The woman looked at the little boy like an ant and said impatiently.

"No, even mortals can't be spared."

The man waved his hand and grabbed the little boy and searched him all over.

After finding nothing, he threw him to the ground with force and flew away with the woman.

It was icy and snowy, and the ground was as hard as stone. The little boy was almost killed by the fall.

Fortunately, the place where he fell was a big pit, and the snow was thick enough to save his life, but he didn't dare to say anything. He pretended to be dead until the two disappeared, and then he struggled to get up.

He went back to the back and fumbled for a while.

He picked up the bag, and didn't dare to look for his father again, so he hurried back to the village.

As soon as he arrived at the entrance of the village, the little boy's face changed drastically. The scene in front of him almost made him crazy.

The whole village had become a ruin. It was not known what had happened, and the whole village was flattened.

There were corpses all over the ground, and no one was alive.

He ran back to his place like crazy, but only found one of his sister's shoes.

"Ah!"

The little boy screamed to the sky.

Endless emotions had nowhere to be released, and his body was about to explode.

The center of his eyebrows was throbbing, and it was surging with his screams.

A strange energy slowly emanated.

"So that's it!"

As the strange energy appeared in the center of his eyebrows, the little boy's eyes became deep and he murmured.

The tone of voice was exactly Chen Lin.

"Fortunately, the death gaze was not completely suppressed, otherwise it would be difficult to wake up halfway."

Chen Lin touched his eyebrows and couldn't help but feel a little scared.

The fate node was not directly dangerous, but it brought him into such a fantasy.

He actually went to fight against the immortal as a mortal.

I don't know if the failure of the struggle means the failure of the test and the loss of the qualification to obtain the treasure.

If so, it's really a pitfall.

But the probability is very high.

Although the treasure may be left by Niuniu, it is not without any threshold. Niuniu's layout has its own purpose. If he can't meet the other party's requirements, he may not be able to get it.

There is another possibility.

Chen Lin's heart moved.

Perhaps this level verifies the only secret method of death gaze, which is used to determine whether it is him who breaks through the level.

After waiting for a while, there was no sign of the illusion disappearing.

Chen Lin frowned slightly.

It seems that the test is not over yet.

He looked around.

Then he found a place and began to practice breathing.

But after some experiments, he found that his body was a pure mortal body without the talent for cultivation.

Is it really necessary to use a mortal body to fight against immortals?

This situation made Chen Lin very confused.

It feels unlikely.

Not to mention that mortals can't fight against immortals at all, even if they can, there must be a limit.

To what extent can one be considered qualified?

After thinking for a while, Chen Lin found that even if he recovered his memory, his situation was not much better.

He was injured and hungry.

In this uninhabited place, it was difficult to survive.

Now that things have come to this, it is useless to think too much.

Chen Lin quickly calmed down and found a place to hide.

After a day and a night, he did not see any more immortals coming, so he returned to the village to search for food.

"Huh?"

To Chen Lin's surprise, someone survived.

And there were two of them.

A burly middle-aged man.

The other one was actually the little boy's sister!

The fact that this girl survived made Chen Lin have a strong suspicion that this little girl might be the key to breaking the illusion.

Because the other party was almost unscathed.

The situation in the village was obviously caused by the immortals. It was good enough to survive. The chance of not being injured was too low.

Even the burly man had a broken leg.

So this is definitely not normal.

Of course, if he hadn't awakened, as a little boy, he would never notice anything unusual.

After all, he didn't know it was an illusion.

He probably thought his sister was the child of destiny, and that she would have good fortune after surviving a disaster.

"Brother!"

The little girl was dying, and after seeing Chen Lin, she finally felt a sense of comfort, and her head tilted and she passed out.

"Uncle Da, how are you?"

Chen Lin found a place to light a fire in the wind-proof area, settled the little girl, and asked the burly man.

The other party was called Lu Da, a famous hunter in the village, who knew some basic martial arts.

According to the little boy's memory, the village was deep in the mountains, and the nearest town was hundreds of miles away.

Now the snow blocked the mountain, and it was unrealistic to go out. Although the other party had a broken leg, he might have to rely on the other party's strength to survive.

"It's okay, I won't die."

Lu Da gritted his teeth, found two wooden boards, and fixed the broken leg.

"Xiao Hu, quickly collect all the food, we will live in the cave outside the village, and try to light a fire at night in the future, so as not to attract people."

Lu Da gave some instructions and pointed to his collapsed house.

"There is an old mountain ginseng in my cabinet. You can look for it and see if it is still there. If you find it, boil it for your sister to drink."

Chen Lin nodded.

Without saying anything, he began to collect food silently.

Three months later.

After a lot of trouble, the three finally settled down in the cave.

The younger sister drank the ginseng soup and recovered her spirits, but she seemed very depressed because of the sudden change.

"Xiaohong, bring me the second bottle over there."

Chen Lin instructed.

"Okay, brother."

The younger sister did as he was told.

Lu Da, who was checking his injured leg, frowned.

"Xiaohu, although there is still some food, isn't it a waste to use it to make wine?"

"Also, how do you know how to make wine?"

Chen Lin put down the tools in his hand.

"My father taught me. This is our ancestral craft, which is passed down from father to son, not from daughter to daughter."

He said nonsense.

In fact, what was brewed was the Drunken God Brew, or the mortal version of Qiu Mengdie.

What this illusion mission is, Chen Lin has never figured it out, but he can't just waste it. When the opening time of the Holy Tower is over, he will be excluded, and all his previous efforts will be wasted.

So he tried to brew wine.

I hope to understand the artistic conception of brewing wine, gain extraordinary abilities, and break the deadlock in front of me.

It was not a single choice of Zuishenniang. All seven kinds of wine were tested, but none of them succeeded.

When Lu Da heard Chen Lin's explanation, he was obviously skeptical.

He had been in the village for so many years, and he had never heard that the other party's father could make wine.

But he didn't dwell on it.

He continued to persuade: "This heavy snow came strangely. I'm afraid it will take a long time to melt. Although we have some food, we can't waste it."

Chen Lin was unmoved.

"I understand what Uncle Da said, but we still have to make wine. After all, we can't stay here forever, and I don't want to be a hunter anymore. With this skill, we can go to the town to make a living in the spring."

Hearing Chen Lin's explanation, Lu Da was speechless.

Not to mention this pair of brothers and sisters, even he didn't want to be a hunter anymore.

"Okay, then you continue to make wine, but I see that you have succeeded and are still continuing to study. Do you have any requirements? Can I help?"

"My ancestral secret recipe is said to be able to integrate a kind of artistic conception into the wine, so that the wine has special effects."

Chen Lin answered truthfully.

"I want to try it. If it succeeds, not only can the wine be sold at a good price, but it may also be used to deal with immortal cultivators."

"Is that so."

Lu Da pondered for a moment.

He knew about the brother and sister and hated immortal cultivators.

"When I was hunting in the mountains before, I met a strange old man. He said that when the moon has colorful light, as long as you keep staring at the moonlight, you can enter a wonderful state."

"Colorful moonlight, why haven't I seen it?"

Chen Lin immediately asked.

This is the assessment illusion, and every piece of information is important.

"You can't see it directly. You need to use the reflection of water. It will occasionally appear on the full moon night."

"Is that so? Then I'll try it."

"Hey, tonight seems to be the full moon night."

Chen Lin exclaimed.

I felt that this matter was more and more coincidental, and immediately took out a jar of wine and poured it into the basin.

It was freezing outside, and if you use water, it will freeze quickly.

At night.

The sky was unusually clear.

The moonlight scattered on the earth, reflecting the snow on the mountains, making the night look like day.

Chen Lin carried the wine basin and came to the outside of the cave. He chose a suitable place to put it and began to watch the reflection in the basin.

Not only did he watch, but his younger sister and Lu Da also watched.

But Lu Da lost interest after watching for a while.

He had used this method many times, but it had never worked. He just tried it casually.

Half an hour later.

His sister rubbed her dry eyes and retracted her gaze. She wanted to say something, but when she saw Chen Lin concentrating, she swallowed it back.

Chen Lin was not in the state either.

But he had practiced for many years, and the most important thing he lacked was perseverance. Not to mention watching for an hour, he could watch for three days and three nights.

Time passed little by little.

No one noticed that the color in the moon in the sky suddenly twisted and formed the shape of a colorful dress.

Then it disappeared again.

At the moment when the colorful dress appeared, Chen Lin's body trembled, and a mysterious feeling arose spontaneously.

He became a little boy again.

Despair, unwillingness, disgust.

Hate!

The hatred for the immortal cultivators is endless.

But he wants to cultivate immortals.

Because only immortal cultivators can kill immortal cultivators.

This is very contradictory.

Can't mortals resist immortals?

Why!

I'm going to break this rule!

Chen Lin raised his head and howled, and then his spirit entered a mysterious state. It seemed that some energy was condensed, but he couldn't really sense it.

This situation, like making Lao Ma's buns, is a special state of mind.

He immediately picked up the semi-finished product and started making it.

Chen Lin chose Zuixian Brew.

This is the boy's obsession, and it is also his enlightenment in his heart. Only by making this can he succeed.

After a simple blending, a jar of new wine is formed.

The strange aroma of wine is fragrant.

"Did you succeed?"

When Chen Lin finished, Lu Da on the side spoke in astonishment.

He has used this method for more than ten years, but he has never succeeded. The other party only saw it once and immediately realized it, which made him very discouraged.

"I don't know."

Chen Lin shook his head.

He didn't lie, he really didn't know.

The winemaking method provided by the boss of Zuixianju is completely different from his situation. The state of mind described by the other party is very gentle, which is a respect for the immortal way.

Therefore, the brewed Immortal Drunken Wine is beneficial to the cultivators.

It belongs to the category of panacea.

But the one he brewed was successful, but the method was exactly the opposite.

His Immortal Drunken Wine was infused with hatred for the cultivators, and even murderous intent.

Chen Lin suspected that his wine was not only useless to the cultivators, but also had the effect of poison.

It should not be called Immortal Drunken Wine, but Absolute Immortal Wine.

"Don't you know? Let me try it."

Lu Da was not polite. He picked up the wine bowl and scooped a bowl and drank it all in one breath.

"Good wine!"

He praised it first, and then smacked his lips.

"The taste is good, but it doesn't have the artistic conception you said, and there is no special effect. Is there something wrong with your ancestral recipe?"

Chen Lin entered the state of enlightenment, and Lu Da saw it with his own eyes, so he didn't doubt his secret method.

"I don't know."

Chen Lin shook his head again.

After hesitating again and again, he still didn't dare to taste it himself.

He is a real immortal cultivator. This wine is useless to ordinary people, but it doesn't mean it is useless to immortal cultivators.

"I want to drink it too."

My sister was attracted by the aroma of the wine and made a request.

Chen Lin naturally agreed.

Since Lu Da is fine, it must be okay for my sister to drink it.

After getting permission, my sister immediately picked up the wine bowl and imitated Lu Da, scooping a bowl and drinking it in big gulps.

"Ah!"

As soon as the wine went down her stomach, my sister immediately screamed miserably.

Then she bled from all seven orifices and fell to the ground.

"What's going on!"

Lu Da was shocked and hurried forward to help.

But Chen Lin didn't move.

Not only did he not move, but he also stepped back a few steps vigilantly.

Drunken Immortal Wine, no matter how good or bad the effect is, is only effective for immortal cultivators, but my sister didn't practice, so there is only one possibility.

The other party was possessed by the immortal cultivator!

No wonder the other party was able to survive the disaster, it turned out to be this reason.

Chen Lin was also an old fox who had practiced for thousands of years. He could figure out this by thinking around.

He could even think that this immortal cultivator was the owner of the storage bag he picked up.

But being clear didn't mean he could do anything.

He was just a mortal now, and his death gaze was only slightly fluctuating, unable to form an effective attack.

As long as the opponent was not killed by the Drunken Immortal Brew, he would be in danger of being counterattacked. Judging from his sister's condition, his Drunken Immortal Brew might not really have the ability to kill the opponent.

As expected.

After his sister twitched for a while, a vague shadow flew out of her body.

It rushed straight to Chen Lin.

In a hurry, Chen Lin's mind moved, and he entered the wonderful state of brewing wine again, and his spirit gave birth to non-existent energy.

Just at this moment, the shadow flashed and sank into Chen Lin's eyebrows.

"Ah!"

A scream sounded in Chen Lin's sea of ​​consciousness, and then there was no follow-up.