Living in the world of cultivation

In early autumn, a gust of wind blew, mixed with the water vapor on the river surface, and the temperature was slightly cool.

The Qingcang River was boundless and mighty.

At first glance, the river surface seemed to be still, but the occasional whirlpool revealed the turbulent waves.

Su Fan stood at the bow, and occasionally the sails swayed on the river surface.

Looking into the distance, there was no trace of Cangshan Mountain; the world was vast, and I was alone, and a sense of vastness and vastness came to my mind!

After leaving Sishui Ferry, Su Fan did not dare to be too wild, and disguised himself as a mortal and returned to Luqu County.

He chartered a cargo ship and headed north along the Qingcang River.

The owners of this ship were a father and son who traveled back and forth on the Qingcang River to transport goods, and usually took a few guests with them.

The ship was sailing day and night, and had been sailing on the Qingcang River for several days.

"Sir, the fish is ready..."

Su Fan turned around and saw the owner carrying a large porcelain basin and bringing it into his cabin.

The boat owner put down the porcelain basin, walked out of the cabin, smiled and greeted Su Fan, then turned around and secretly looked at his back.

This guest looked quite thin, but his appetite was amazing. This big pot of stewed fish was enough for the two of them to eat for several days.

Su Fan walked into the cabin, sat on the desk, and took out a bottle of wine from the storage bag.

This was bought at the Luqu County Wharf. It was not a famous wine, but was bought by people who sailed on the river all year round. The characteristic was that it was strong.

The big porcelain basin on the desk was two feet in diameter, and several fat river fish were stewed in it.

The boat owner's cooking skills were average, but he was willing to use ingredients, thick oil and red sauce, which tasted unique.

Su Fan picked up the wine pot and raised his head to drink a sip.

"Hiss..."

The wine was like a ball of fire, scratching his throat and causing pain.

At this time of year, taking a sip would instantly make your whole body warm.

This big pot of stewed fish was eaten up by Su Fan in a hurry, without even a fish bone left.

Su Fan patted his stomach, only about eight-tenths full.

There was no way, he didn't want to take out the spiritual rice, and the little food on the boat was not enough for him to eat for two days.

Fortunately, on the river, the boat owner could catch some river fish every day, otherwise he could only eat dried meat.

Su Fan sat cross-legged and began to practice the second level of "Heavenly Demon Holy Body Art".

The Tao seeds in his body spun loudly.

Like a hot breath rolling into the stream, it ran wildly in his body.

As the technique was operated over and over again, the manic evil spirit began to follow the trajectory of the technique, constantly refining his skin, flesh, fascia, bones, blood and marrow, as if licked by flames.

The evil spirit entered the sea of ​​consciousness and tempered his soul over and over again.

No matter how painful it was, he could bear the torment of the flesh.

But the taste of the evil spirit destroying the soul was too painful.

It was as if there were thousands of steel needles constantly stirring in his brain, and he wanted to die.

It was unknown how long it took before Su Fan slowly finished his practice.

At this moment, his body was almost numb, and his hands and feet had no feeling.

After a long rest, Su Fan opened the game panel.

Heavenly Demon Saint Body Art (Second Level): 38/200

The progress of practice was really fast, but the process was too damn torturous, just like purgatory.

In any case, let's complete the second level of practice first.

After so much suffering, I must achieve the "Pure Yang Body".

Su Fan sighed, and then took out the magic sword from the storage bag.

Those few days in the Demon Tomb, he finally found a clue on this sword.

Now this magic sword is getting darker and darker.

Although the dense magic patterns on the sword are still not very clear, they have revealed a lot.

Su Fan guessed that it should be related to the killing of a large number of foreign evil demons.

Because every time a foreign evil demon is killed, a faint light flashes on the magic sword.

If it is really related to the evil spirit, then this sword must be quite old.

At least it can be traced back to the time when Daluotian invaded the world of cultivation.

Su Fan didn't take it seriously. Anyway, no matter how you look at it, this sword doesn't look like a magic weapon.

Since it is easy to use, just keep using it.

He put the magic sword into the storage bag, and took out a few more storage bags, all of which were seized from those people of Luotian Sect.

The largest five-sided storage bag came from the leader of Luotian Sect.

More than a thousand spirit stones, including more than twenty medium-grade spirit stones.

There are only two magic tools, both of which are low-grade magic tools that Su Fan doesn't like, and they are exchanged for spirit stones.

There are more than a dozen bottles of elixirs, dozens of talismans, and some miscellaneous things left, none of which can catch Su Fan's eye.

The other storage bags are even more shabby, with only more than 300 spirit stones.

Pills, talismans, etc., can't be sold for much money in the market.

The people of Luotian Sect are just a bunch of poor bastards.

Su Fan put everything into the storage bag, leaving only a golem.

Although he couldn't name the golem, he knew it was an evil demon from outside the domain by looking at its appearance.

The golem was only three inches tall, and it was hard to tell what it was made of.

It was covered with bone armor and bone spurs, and its weird face was particularly strange, with its mouth open, revealing a pair of ferocious fangs.

There were a few strange words engraved on the front, and the rest of the place was densely packed with strange patterns, just like the ones on the demon tomb altar.

It seemed to have been sealed for a long time and looked dull.

Some places were covered with fine cracks, and the age must be thousands or tens of thousands of years.

Su Fan thought about it and took the magic sword out of the storage bag again.

He put the magic sword on the golem, and something strange happened.

Endless black smoke emanated from the eyes of the golem, and it seemed to be wailing in a low and shrill voice.

Strands of black air continued to flow out, and were instantly swallowed up by the magic sword.

"Buzz..."

The golem shook violently, as if it had generated a trace of energy, and it intersected with a certain distant breath.

Su Fan only felt that there seemed to be a pair of eyes in the dark, watching him.

But in just a moment, that feeling disappeared.

Su Fan breathed a sigh of relief, it was too damn creepy.

At this time, the magic sword in his hand seemed to tremble happily, and the light on the sword body flashed several times, and then it calmed down.

Su Fan glanced at the golem in his hand, which had cracked into several pieces.

He stood up and walked out of the cabin, throwing several pieces of the golem into the Qingcang River.

This Luotian Sect should not be that simple, and may have some connection with the outer Daluotian.

Just as Su Fan was about to enter the cabin, his eyes suddenly condensed.

He turned around and saw several monks driving magic weapons in the sky in the distance, whistling towards him.

Su Fan was a little nervous. Could they be coming for him?

The figures of several black-robed monks rushed across the river.

In this world, monks of both immortal and demon paths rarely show up in the mortal world.

Judging from their clothes, they should be disciples of a certain demon sect.

After a while, several more figures whistled in the air.

Several waves of monks circled around for a while before leaving.

Su Fan took a deep breath. These disciples of the demon sect should have sensed the breath of the golem just now.

Don't be so reckless in the future.

And that Luotian Sect, if he meets it again in the future, he should stay away from it.

Zhao State, Longjiang County, Qionghua Prefecture.

Not far from the dock, there are crowds of people.

Cargo ships loaded with salt, tea, grain and other goods gathered here.

Not far away, there is an extremely magnificent ancient city. The city wall more than three meters high stands on the river bank. It has experienced many vicissitudes and is extremely solemn.

The huge city gate stands tall, and there are a lot of cars and people in front of the gate. Teams of strong guards set up checkpoints. A large number of convoys and horse teams gathered here and poured in, indicating the prosperity here.

Su Fan jumped off the cargo ship and followed the crowd into the city.

He wandered around the city, walked through the streets and alleys, and spent more than two hours eating at several well-known restaurants in Qionghua Mansion.

He ate several tables of banquets, which was considered to fill his stomach.

Su Fan also found several well-known wine shops in the city and bought dozens of jars of strong liquor.

As a city built on the river, it is still bustling even at night.

There are many pedestrians in the city, and there are a lot of cars and people.

In the teahouse by the river, the waiter diligently lifted the curtain and invited Su Fan in.

Entering the teahouse, a steaming hot air hits his face.

There was a buzzing noise and chattering in my ears, it was very lively.

Su Fan found a table, ordered some tea and snacks, and listened to the people chatting around him.

He was about to return to the world of cultivation, and I didn't know when I would return to the secular world.

It would be difficult to find such a down-to-earth place in the future.

At this time, Su Fan felt that someone was looking at him.

He turned his head calmly and saw an old man at the next table, looking at him with a smile.