About me traveling to the world of immortality but finding ways to surf the Internet

It's not pleasant to be outside in the cold for a long time, but even staying in a hotel won't make much difference. This winter seems to be particularly cold and long. Many people's charcoal reserves are almost exhausted. However, due to the heavy snowfall, it is difficult to replenish sufficient amounts. This has also caused the price of charcoal to rise, and the use of charcoal basins has become a luxury. Some small inns cannot afford charcoal basins, and the price of charcoal basins that can supply them is almost double the original price.

Along the way, Li Fengzhi saw many people dragging their families to the surrounding areas to pick up branches broken by the snow. However, due to the laws of Wei Wu State, people did not dare to cut down these trees that were not in their yards. There won't be too many branches falling, and there won't be many fights over it.

Li Fengzhi tucked the quilt around him. Fortunately, he received the guidance from Master Immortal and started practicing. Although he was only in the Qi training period, the monk's physique allowed him to withstand the cold better, and the spells written in the blank spaces of his mind brought him a warmer temperature than a charcoal basin.

However, although warmth was not a problem, hunger was a big problem. Li Fengzhi felt his hungry stomach and started to pack his belongings. "Fortunately, the price of meat seems to have dropped a bit recently. Otherwise, just eating it would be a big expense. Next time, let's pack some game meat and make it into dried meat. This can also save some money." Li Fengzhi thought about it and picked up his luggage. After leaving the bridge cave, I walked towards a restaurant according to yesterday's memory.

Dark clouds rolled in the lead-colored sky, and the bright morning turned cold in an instant. Li Fengzhi took a few more steps, and heavy snow like goose feathers fell on the world under the strong wind, cutting people's sight into pieces. Li Fengzhi narrowed his eyes and slowed down, walking forward carefully to avoid accidentally bumping into something. However, at this moment, he felt a black shadow falling in front of him. Li Fengzhi quickly put away the foot he was about to take out, adjusted his steps, and then moved cautiously.

"Hey, are you okay?" The wind and snow seemed to have subsided a little. Li Fengzhi brushed off the snowflakes on his small body, pushed it, and asked aloud. However, he didn't get any response. He carefully turned the body over and saw a young and gray face. This child is already dead.

Li Fengzhi didn't know what to do for a while. Judging from his clothes, this child should be a beggar. He was only seven or eight years old. He didn't know whether it was cold or hunger that took away his young life. The wind and snow gradually subsided, and people passed by Li Fengzhi and him from time to time. However, regardless of whether these passers-by were in a hurry, they either turned a blind eye to them, or after taking a look, they took a step faster and left in disgust. No one wants to help them. Although he had never met this child, Li Fengzhi felt strong sadness for him.

If it were in their town, even during the most difficult six years, even if every family was short on food, everyone would still try their best to give some food to the children who had lost all their relatives. Li Fengzhi took out the frozen sesame cake he bought yesterday from his pocket and ate it all in one go, barely filling his stomach. Then he bent down and carried the beggar's body on his back. He got up, he looked to be seven or eight years old, but it was as light as weightless when he carried it, then he turned and walked out of the city. There was nothing else he could do to help the child. All Li Fengzhi could do was let him bury him in peace.

The wind and snow got stronger again, but Li Fengzhi finally walked out of the city, found an open space, dug a hole, and buried the dead beggar in it. The heavy snow quickly covered the newly covered soil, and the traces were lost in an instant. Li Fengzhi turned around to return to the city when his toes accidentally touched something hard. He thought it was a stone, but when he pushed aside the snow, he found it was a green jade pendant with patterns carved on it that he could not understand. "Is it the beggar who was left behind?" Li Fengzhi guessed uncertainly. After thinking about it hesitantly, he put the jade pendant away.

Li Fengzhi returned to the bridge cave again, and only came out to eat the cheapest meat when he was hungry. The rest of the day was spent practicing or practicing swordsmanship in the bridge cave. This was how the day was spent. The next day, the wind and snow finally stopped, the sky cleared up, and the city seemed to suddenly come back to life, full of pedestrians coming and going. When Li Fengzhi was eating a bowl of meat noodles, he noticed that people were running in the same direction. It seemed that someone was faintly shouting that the immortal masters were coming to recruit disciples. Li Fengzhi was surprised, thinking that this was an opportunity to learn about the immortal masters. He also hurriedly finished the noodles, dropped a few pennies, and hurriedly followed.

When he arrived, there was already a long line of people who wanted to become monks. Being blocked by the crowd, he couldn't see what was happening in front of him, so he climbed up to the roof and moved over carefully. Being condescending, he successfully allowed him to see the scene ahead clearly.

A high platform was set up there, and only three monks in gray robes came. One monk stood guard under the platform with his hands behind his back, and two monks stood on the platform. One was holding a pen and booklet to record, and the other was holding a bronze mirror. , and looked at the bronze mirror for everyone who came to the stage. Among these monks, there was no immortal master he was looking for. As for the bronze mirror, Li Fengzhi guessed that it was the magic weapon that Master Immortal mentioned that could test spiritual roots. But after testing more than a dozen people in a row, the bronze mirror did not change at all, and the monk holding the bronze mirror was also there. Keep shaking his head. The monk holding the pen and booklet sighed and called ten more people to come to the stage.

Li Fengzhi felt that he could not queue up with those who wanted to join the Yushan Sect, because he only wanted to ask for news about the Immortal Master and did not want to join any sect. Unless the Immortal Master is in that sect. The Immortal Master said that his qualifications were good, so Li Fengzhi believed that he would definitely pass the test of spiritual roots. However, if he did not join the sect and only wanted to ask for information and queue up, it would obviously cause public outrage. Fortunately, after waiting for a while, the table was empty. After they came out, only the long queue waiting to test the spiritual roots was left. So Li Fengzhi climbed down from the roof and decided to ask the monk standing under the stage.

"This is the Immortal Master," Li Fengzhi walked towards the gray-robed monk from the side of the stage and bowed respectfully. "Excuse me, I want to ask you about an immortal master. Do you know him?"

"Who?" the monk asked.

"The Immortal Master I'm looking for is a very good-looking young man, about seven feet five in height. I wonder if you, the Immortal Master..." Before Li Fengzhi finished speaking, the monk became very angry. Impatiently he drove him away.

"I don't know him, go away!" The monk said impatiently, not even realizing that the young man in front of him also had some cultivation.

Li Fengzhi did not stop and turned around to leave. He could feel that the cultivation levels of the three monks were not high. The tallest one was the monk with the pen and the book on the table. His cultivation level was at the Golden Core stage. The other two monks It’s just the foundation building period.

"They are all so arrogant, completely different from Master Immortal." After walking a certain distance, Li Fengzhi looked back at the monks and thought unhappily. "Master Immortal will definitely not associate with such a person." Li Fengzhi thought to himself with certainty, no longer staying, and turned around to leave.

"What happened to that kid just now?" Shortly after Li Fengzhi left, the Yushan Sect's disciple recruitment meeting ended. The monk in charge of registration glanced at the only two people whose spiritual roots were detected to be left on the stage, and then asked the monk standing under the stage.

"Senior Brother Zhang!" The monk in the audience saluted quickly, "He's just a troublemaker. He came here to ask who he was looking for..."

"Idiot, why didn't you stop him! Didn't you realize that the brat also has some cultivation? Even if you don't know where he comes from, take him back as the disciple you recruited this time. Otherwise, we will only recruit him when we go down the mountain this time. When there are two of us, how are we going to explain to the sect master when we go back?!" The monk cursed.

"He has cultivation? Shouldn't he? He clearly called me Immortal Master..." The monk who was scolded muttered in disbelief.

After bidding farewell to Mu Yuan and his wife, Yang Yuyao and He Qianqing also left Linfang Town and drove their carriage on the road again the day after bidding farewell to them. These days in Linfang Town, there are not only two acquaintances of He Qianqing, Mu Yuan and his wife, but also several other acquaintances of He Qianqing who entrusted He Qianqing to help get Xunlian. However, He Qianqing did not take Yang Yuyao to meet these people, so Yang Yu Yao breathed a sigh of relief. Even Xunlian and He Qianqing sent clones to deliver it.

Yang Yuyao, who did not leave any contact information for Li Fengzhi, naturally did not know that someone had been looking for him. He just went in the wrong direction and became farther and farther away from him. However, since evil cultivators Bai Lingxue will inevitably fight openly and secretly in the future, they will inevitably be in danger, and Yang Yuyao does not want to involve a cultivator like Li Fengzhi who has no ability to protect himself. Therefore, Li Fengzhi went in the opposite direction, which was a good thing.

After all, Bai Lingxue took action faster than they expected. Before they even left Linfang Town, Bai Lingxue's people arrived. But this time it seemed that it was just a test, perhaps just to confirm the truth of the news that Yang Yuyao was still alive. The person sent was killed by He Qianqing before he could even take action. But judging from Bai Lingxue's ability, this female evil cultivator might have obtained the information she wanted.

Yang Yuyao looked at He Qianqing, who was practicing cross-legged practice with his eyes closed, and slowly pushed himself up to sit up. The quilt covering him slipped with the movement, revealing the mottled traces of ambiguity on his body. His eyes froze, and with a red face he hurriedly pulled off his inner clothes and put them on. His carriage received its second upgrade in Linfang Town. Knowing that Yang Yuyao and He Qianqing had recently traveled by carriage, Mu Yuan, out of curiosity, visited the carriage under the leadership of He Qianqing, which was originally ordinary but had been transformed by Yang Yuyao into a much more comfortable carriage. Then the two people looked around and suddenly their hands became itchy, so they made further modifications to the carriage.

Originally, the carriage here had a sleeping function, but after the two of them modified it, there was a large, soft bed that could be stowed away in the carriage, and the sleeping comfort was greatly improved. As for whether He Qianqing's transformation was for some purpose from the beginning, Yang Yuyao didn't know.

Yang Yuyao, who put on his underwear, sat in a daze for a while before he finally woke up. The entanglement of skin-to-skin contact every night not only greatly improved He Qianqing's cultivation level, Yang Yuyao's cultivation level also skyrocketed rapidly, and was about to reach the level where he could break through and be promoted. However, Yang Yuyao did not intend to break through so quickly. His intuition made him feel that due to his uniqueness, he should try to accumulate as much cultivation as possible, and it would be better to break through when the realm could no longer be suppressed. Just like when he was promoted to the Void Refining Realm, he could advance to the later stage in one breath. This can effectively disrupt the enemy's plans, except for him. Not even He Qianqing could achieve such a promotion method.

He Qianqing still had his eyes closed. He was practicing this way not mainly to increase his cultivation, but to adjust his breath so that his increased cultivation could better strengthen himself. However, Yang Yuyao didn't know why, he didn't need to do this to get the same effect. It was as if his body wanted to go against orthodox practice. But this did buy Yang Yuyao a lot of free time to focus on other things.

Yang Yuyao sank into consciousness and called out the system that was parasitic in her and his mind. Since Yang Yuyao passed the system and looked around, he deduced from his reaction that the death of his body in the original world was deliberately caused by the system. As a result, the system no longer dared to show up on its own initiative, but it could not resist the call of Yang Yuyao as the host, so it could only show up honestly.

"How is the self-repair going now?" Yang Yuyao asked, but his eyes fell on a small progress bar at the bottom right of the system interface. Only Yang Yuyao could see the progress bar, but the system was completely unaware of it.

"Report...Master...the points calculation module and the attack module have been repaired...completely." The system's mechanical sound responded with a slight lag, as if the signal had been interfered with by some noise.

"Well, keep working hard." Yang Yuyao withdrew his eyes from the fifty-two percent progress bar and said coldly.

"Okay...Master..." the system responded, quickly disappearing from Yang Yuyao's mind. And Yang Yuyao's consciousness was also withdrawn.

"The control over the system is only 52%, and the progress has slowed down." Yang Yuyao thought, "It seems that if I want to completely control this system for my use, I must find a way to fight against that mysterious power. But that power What exactly is it? The superior of the system?" Yang Yuyao had no idea for the time being, but the slowdown in progress made him a little irritated.

In the original world, he had come across works in which the protagonist reached the pinnacle of life with the help of the system. But when there was a real system stationed in his mind, Yang Yuyao could not accept and trust it as calmly as the protagonists of those stories. Not only because the system's functions are quite useless, but because such a thing is in his body and cannot be completely controlled by him, Yang Yuyao feels uneasy. He couldn't believe that such a thing would choose him to help him without any purpose. Therefore, Yang Yuyao tried to use his mental power to transform the system bit by bit. Slowly intrusion attempts to appropriate the system for its own use without disturbing its superiors.

Yang Yuyao considered clearing the system directly, but that would cause too much noise. Without knowing what kind of existence he would face, he could only choose this more secretive method. Although the progress is currently slowing down, it should not have been discovered yet.

"I wonder if Ziqi has come out of seclusion?" After confirming the status of the system, Yang Yuyao clicked on Xunlian's light screen to see if there was any new news about the small group of three of them. There has been no news from Yi Ziqi for a while since he said he was going into seclusion. Although this is normal for monks, after all, Yi Ziqi has not even been in retreat for a month, and it is normal for monks to be in retreat for several months at a time. It's just that Yang Yuyao's thinking is still not that of a monk, so he feels that Yi Ziqi has been in seclusion for a long time and should be released.

"News from Senior Mu Yuan and Senior Murong?" There was no new information in their group, but Mu Yuan and Murong Siyu, who were newly added as friends, sent him messages. Yang Yuyao took the lead in opening Murong Siyu's chat interface. The messages sent by Murong Siyu were words reminding him to pay attention to safety and take care of himself. This kind of greeting like a family member made Yang Yuyao feel warm in his heart. After thanking Yang Yuyao, he clicked on Mu Yuan's chat interface.

"Xiao Yao, take good care of yourself. If you have any troubles, please tell me and your aunt. In addition, if Qianqing treats you badly or bullies you, tell me and I will help you teach him a lesson!" Yang Yuyao looked at him. Mu Yuan was stunned by this unexpected news.