What would a normal Mahayana casual cultivator do before crossing the catastrophe

The two looked at each other speechlessly, and after a long silence, Yu Hong who was still lying on the bed spoke first: "Qinan."

This Mr. Sword Cultivator usually looks cold and calm, but now his face is a little pale, but his expression doesn't look too embarrassed.Qinan felt a little awkward being stared at by him, subconsciously a little nervous.

When he is nervous, he tends to be distracted.

Qinan pried another lump of gray ointment, and absent-mindedly applied it to the penetrating wound on Yue Hong's chest.The sticky texture of the ointment combined with the scorched wound of Mr. Yuhong Jianjun reminded him of fried pork skin in winter melon soup for some reason.

So Jianxiu, who was waiting for his response, saw the expression of the person in front of him getting weirder and weirder. He suddenly couldn't hold it back, laughed all over, coughed and forced it back.

Sword Master Yihong: "..."

Qinan felt that it was not good for him to laugh in front of the wounded man.Under the gaze of Jianjun Yihong, he finally made a serious expression with difficulty, and said: "Well, don't worry about Mr. Jianjun, my ointment will work, and it will restore you to your original state in two hours. Look, the wound Already getting more cough cough cough cough..."

Yan Hong looked at him speechlessly, holding back his laughter and coughing continuously.

In fact, his mind has always been quite clear, but his physical condition is a bit bad, and he is not very able to control his body.From the previous movement, he knew that it was Qinan who saved him again.

But he really didn't know what Qinan was laughing at now, so he asked a little helplessly, "What?"

Qinan looked at him with strange eyes, and rubbed the ointment on him: "No...it's nothing."

Damn, why the more you rub it, the more it looks like that.

It's a sin, a sin, how can you think about this in front of someone who is seriously injured.

He tried his best to change the subject without any trace: "I said, Fellow Daoist Yu Hong, why did you suffer such serious injuries? Was someone hunting you down?"

Yu Hong was silent for a moment, and said, "I was calculated."

Qinan exaggeratedly said: "Who? My God, the young master of Huangtian Jianmen would dare to plan?"

Yuhong: "...I don't know."

Qinan continued: "The person who can beat you like this is probably very powerful, right? You are a sword cultivator, and what you practice is the powerful secret method of the Emperor Heaven Sword Sect, at the origin level? Isn't it impossible at the origin level!"

Yi Hong: "Yeah. Three."

Qinan said in embarrassment: "Oh—that's amazing, as expected of the Sword Master Yu Hong. By the way, why are you in Nantian Continent? Huangtian Sword Gate is on the Great Barren Continent, it's so far away."

Yu Hong: "It is rumored that Jie Teng was born."

Qinan took advantage of the situation: "Boundary vine? That legendary spiritual plant that can rival the power of the source realm? Is it true? Have you seen it?"

Yi Hong: "Fake."

"So someone made up this fake news to lure you here to be killed?" Qinan's heart tightened, and he frowned, "Who told you? Could it be that there are traitors in your sect?"

This time, Yu Hong was silent for a long time before he said, "Nothing."

Qinan groaned, thinking that it was time for Yi Hong to forget about his laughing scene just now.He relaxed a little, put the mortar aside, and pulled out another roll of bandages to bind the immobile Yu Hong into a rice dumpling.

When it was tied to the lower body, he saw the wound on Yu Hong's long leg again, and couldn't help but whispered to the wounded himself: "You are so lucky."

Yi Hong looked puzzled.

Qinan: "Look at this injury, how ingenious the location is, if it goes up two inches, you will have no children or grandchildren!"

Yihong: "..."

I don't know that these words touched the nerve of Yu Hong, the sword cultivator suddenly got a little excited, struggled to stand up, looked straight into Qinan's eyes with those beautiful gray eyes with a straight face: "Impossible."

Qinan: "...Don't get excited, don't get excited, you're hurt, lie down and be good."

Yi Hong emphasized: "I have reached the source realm."

Qinan froze for a moment when he heard the words, then took a light breath.

As we all know, the source environment is the ultimate goal of a monk, which is beyond the definition of a mortal, and it is not difficult to regenerate even a broken limb.

And the meaning of this sentence to him is...he finally found someone who can ask about the matter of crossing the catastrophe!

Qinan was really a little excited this time, he grabbed Yu Hong's hand and asked hastily: "So you have successfully crossed the tribulation?!"

Yu Hong was taken aback by his strong reaction, so his reaction was delayed by half a beat: "...um."

"Please be sure to tell me what to pay attention to when crossing the catastrophe!" Qinan leaned forward and his eyes sparkled, "I am also preparing to cross the catastrophe! I have been preparing recently and observing the behavior patterns of other Mahayana monks—but it is useful No big deal, my God I finally found someone to ask!"

Yu Hong: "I..."

Qinan took out a booklet from his pocket and spread it out: "The mental state requirements for crossing the catastrophe, preparations for magic weapons, emergency pills, the venue for crossing the catastrophe... Do you think there is anything else to add? Or did you encounter any accident?"

After he finished speaking in a long line, Yu Hong finally had the opportunity to finish the whole sentence.

His eyes were a bit unbearable, and he said: "...I was hunted down and forced to cross the robbery. I'm sorry."

It means that he is not prepared for anything, and his experience has no reference value at all.

Qinan calmed down, pursed her lips and looked at him for a while, then silently put the booklet back into her arms.He lowered his eyes and remained silent for a while, exhaled, and returned to his usual state.

He stretched out his hand and pushed the sitting man back on the bed, and said as if nothing had happened: "Since you have broken through the source realm, it seems that the biggest problem now is not injury, but your unstable realm, right? It is said that after the catastrophe, the monks will Reshape the fairy fetus, transforming from a mortal to a fairy. You were hunted down and it was too late to complete the fairy fetus remodeling, so you are in the current state."

After he finished speaking, he raised his eyes to look at Yu Hong with a look of shame in his eyes, and asked, "Then do you want to go back to Huangtian Sword Gate? Nantian Continent ranks at the end of the twelve continents, and I am afraid it will be difficult to find a suitable auxiliary to strengthen the realm for you." drug people."

"..." Yi Hong lay on his back on the hay bed, and after a while, he whispered a name, "Xingmoke."

Hearing this, Qinan was stunned.

Yi Hong looked at him and asked, "Do you know him?"

The corner of Qinan's mouth twitched, and then he laughed dryly: "It's useless even if you know him, after all, he's a legendary big man, and he has never shown his face in public, haha."

Yu Hong's eyes darkened, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "Then we can only go back to the Great Wilderness."

To the cultivators of the Twelve Continents in the Origin Realm, the man of the Mok can be regarded as very, very famous.Going down to Foundation Establishment and up to Origin Realm, as long as it is not an old antique that is completely out of touch with the cultivation world, it is almost impossible not to have heard of this person.

why?

Because this "walker" is a well-known giant of alchemy theory books in the source world.And his most famous book is "Teaching You to Use Three Seconds to Counterfeit a Panacea" about 100 years ago, which was publicly sold to the whole cultivation world through the channel of "Hongyu Chamber of Commerce", one of the largest chambers of commerce in the source world.

This action can be said to have touched the bad luck of many alchemists and sects. Countless monks who make alchemy for their livelihood suffered heavy losses because of this book, and clamored angrily to punish the bastard who wrote the book...

Pity it didn't work.

Xingmoke didn't really dissect any school's unique elixir formula in detail, he just explained the nature analysis and combination changes of the elixir clearly, and then asked the learners to deduce the counterfeit by themselves.

This kind of behavior has not crossed the recognized bottom line, so the Hongyu Chamber of Commerce has kept this cash cow, and Xingmoke has not revealed his true identity over the years.

However, in fact, many alchemists secretly admire him. After all, this person is really capable, and he can almost be regarded as the semi-recognized number one alchemist in Nantianzhou.

Even those sects that suffered heavy losses had to hold their noses and spend money to buy books by scholars for research and reference.

It's just that no one dared to say that they had read his book, or that they admired the poet.It's okay for the casual cultivator alchemist to say that once someone from the sect finds out, wait to be brought out and made public.

The so-called "political correctness" in the realm of comprehension—that's pretty much what it is.

Qinan actually belongs to the school of poets, of course he dare not admit it.

He quietly observed Yu Hong's expression, and seeing that the man's attention was not on him, he quickly calmed down his expression, and quickly covered the remaining half of Yu Hong with his hands and feet.

"Okay, you lie down for a while, I'll go out and have a look at my vegetable garden." Qinan smiled and patted Lord Jianjun's still-good right hand, thought for a while and said, "Call me if you have something to do, I can hear you."

Yi Hong watched him walk out of the thatched hut, his slender back was against the light, and the shadow cast on the ground extended to where he was.His fingers moved subconsciously, as if trying to catch the shadow.

But in just a moment, the door was closed again, and Qinan's shadow also merged into the vast darkness, only the sound of footsteps gradually going away could be heard.

Yu Hong was silent for a moment, and a soft color suddenly appeared in his eyes, which diluted his arrogance and aloofness, and softened his cold facial features.

However, in the next second, a faint roar came from a distance through the door, pulling him back to God.

"I rely on!!!"