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

The bookstore owner's face turned blue.

He obviously sells books and picture albums here, so he ran over and told him that he wanted to buy potted plants, did he lose his mind? ? ?

Qinan calmed down a little under the boss's unfriendly gaze, and glanced at the surrounding bookcases calmly, after realizing that his behavior seemed to be finding fault in this person's eyes.

Qinan coughed dryly, lowered his voice and pretended to be mysterious, and began to talk nonsense seriously: "Boss, I know my request is rude, but... my grandmother is very old, and the woman who accompanied her for many years the year before last That flower is dead. Her old man is heartbroken every day, I really..."

He paused here, with melancholy eyes, and replaced the unfinished words with a long sigh.

The boss was moved.

He stroked his goatee and said with emotion: "Young master, you are so filial. If the old grandchildren can have half of yours, I will be satisfied. I will give you the potted plants. They are not expensive things after all." .”

Qinan sincerely thanked: "Thank you, you are really a good person. But I can't take your things for nothing, why don't I just buy some calligraphy and paintings in your store."

"Hey, you young man." The boss shook his head and laughed, and looked at Qinan with more kind eyes, "You don't have to force it. But the old man does have some treasures here, so I'll take a look with you. If you like it, it's fate .”

Qinan blinked and said with a smile, "I must be destined to be with the old man."

The boss laughed, walked back to the counter and searched for a while, and brought out several exquisitely carved red lacquered wooden boxes.He opened the first box with great care, took out an old book from it, and introduced: "This is a collection of poems left by Sanren of Tianfu 300 years ago. Although it is not the original, it is also quite precious. If you If you want, I will charge you ten taels of silver."

Qinan had never heard of this person, so he could only keep smiling.

Seeing that he didn't seem interested, the boss opened the second wooden box: "This is the original poem and painting left by the Prime Minister of our country 280 years ago. It is a very old and precious object. The old man has always loved it. "

Qinan exclaimed, "It's amazing that you can collect such a precious thing."

The boss shook his goatee triumphantly, then put his hand on the last wooden box, and said, "The last one is even more powerful!"

Qinan was curious: "What is it?"

The boss raised his chest proudly: "The portrait of Mr. Yi Hongjian!"

Jinan: "..."

Jinan:? ? ! ! !

Caught off guard by a familiar name, Qinan almost choked.The corner of his mouth moved, and it took him a long time to adjust his expression back to a state of surprise, exaggerating: "My God!"

The boss was obviously a little excited, took out the scroll, flattened it on the table little by little, and at the same time said slowly: "It is said that this painting came from the hands of a god, so it has been immortal for a hundred years, and it is still like a real person. Hey, you know Jianjun Yihong is a great figure in the legends, and we mortals are lucky enough to see his true face...how fortunate!"

Qinan really didn't know what to say, so he raised his hand to cover his mouth to hide the twitching corner of his mouth.

A big man indeed.

But if the boss knows that he has not only seen Mr. Yu Hongjian with his own eyes, but also touched it with his own hands... I don't know how the old gentleman will feel.

But generally speaking, the worlds of monks and mortals have no intersection, and mortals don't know what the cultivation world looks like. They can only hear a few words from various legends and mortals who have monks in their families.

Now those absurd words on the market basically come from here.

The reason why Yuhong's name is so prominent among mortals is probably related to the inheritance of Huangtian Sword Sect.

As the name suggests, the emperor is brilliant; at the same time, it also means that the king is in the world.

Huangtian Sword Sect rose from the chaos, and quickly expanded its power to the entire Great Wilderness, even the Twelve Continents, and Ten Thousand Realms like a spark from a prairie fire.They formulated the basic laws and regulations for monks in the source world to live in the world today, and as supervisors, they strictly implemented and perfected those laws and regulations, which have continued to this day.

And when they do these things, they can also gain benefits from them - not just substantial resources, but for monks who really master the way of the emperor, they can also draw special power from the "mind of all beings".

The so-called "mind of sentient beings" that is difficult for other monks to grasp... In fact, it is "faith" in layman's terms.

According to Qinan's half-knowledgeable guess, the more famous the monks of the Emperor's Sword Dao, the more power they can get from it.

——All in all, the result is that [-]% of the spiritually enlightened creatures in the source world have heard of "the overlord of the source world, Huangtian Sword Gate".

The owner of the bookstore kept talking about his longing for the Immortal and Lord Jianhong, while unfolding the painting very carefully.

"This old man is conceited that he has read a lot of poetry and books. After seeing this painting, he knows that his words are contemptible." The boss sighed softly, "After searching my stomach, I can't think of any word that can describe the fairy in the painting without blaspheming him."

Qinan looked down, showing interest in his eyes.

There is indeed some thin aura in this painting, the state is not high, it is only around the middle stage of the Nascent Soul.Qinan could see that the monk who painted the painting used some means similar to taking photos of jade slips, so the people in the painting were so lifelike, as if they could walk out of the painting at any time.

After watching for a while, Qinan couldn't help laughing, and praised: "What a handsome young man."

The boss was in a hurry, and quickly gestured to him to silence him: "Shh! Shh——don't talk nonsense, don't blaspheme the immortal!"

Qinan touched his nose and said, "I really like this painting. I wonder how much silver you would sell it for?"

The boss touched the painting with some reluctance: "Of all the savings of the old man, this painting is the most precious. It's a pity that the children and grandchildren are not willing to live up to it. For the sake of the old man, everyone wants to get this treasure. , to be fair... let’s sell it.”

He was silent for a long time, and said in a low voice: "The old man can't bid, the young master will see to it."

Qinan looked at him with a smile and said, "That's 10 taels of silver..."

"Or a chance to become an 'immortal.'"

The boss froze suddenly, then looked at him in astonishment.

Qinan blinked at him, and said in a slightly smiling voice: "He was born with three spiritual roots of earth, wood and water, and he cultivated the fourth-ranked spiritual roots for the cultivation world, only slightly stronger than the fifth-ranked miscellaneous spiritual roots and The worst repelling spirit root. Only with a good comprehension ability can one have a chance to form an alchemy."

"Although there are traces of Qi training and foundation building on your body, in the end, you have to stop here due to the burden of your spiritual roots, and now your cultivation is almost exhausted."

"But old man, you are destined to be with me. Do you want to fight for a future of immortality?"

……

After receiving Qinan's summons, Yao Hong immediately put down his things and hurried over, but within half a day he had already arrived at the mortal city where Qinan was located.

He saw Qinan sitting by the tea shop at the gate of the city almost immediately.

Wearing a gray robe, this casual monk in the Mahayana period lazily leaned against the broken wooden table of the tea shop, holding a scroll of pictures and a pot of unbloomed flowers in his arms, and seemed to be in a good mood.

Yu Hong looked at him from a distance for a while, his expression softened involuntarily, and then pinched a magic trick that would allow ordinary people to ignore him, and landed beside Qinan.

Qinan sensed his approach and turned his head to look at him.

Amidst the brilliant brilliance of the source spirit, the monk in white quietly landed on the ground, and the loose sleeves and hem fluttered like clouds, floating out of the dust.

Qinan half-closed his eyes: "You're here."

Hearing his short three words, Yi Hong felt a little inexplicable throbbing in his heart for some reason.He lowered his eyes and said, "You are in a good mood."

Qinan held up the flower pot in his hand to show him, grinned and said, "Let me introduce, this is my new daughter."

Yihong: "..."

After carefully identifying it for a while, he found that this potted plant looked familiar: "Luolanyi."

Qinan nodded: "I didn't expect to have such a harvest when I came to the Great Wilderness. It really was a worthwhile trip. Although this Luolanyi is only a mortal product, as long as it is cultivated with spiritual soil and secret medicine for a few generations... it will also take a few days. In ten years, she will be a good girl of Xianpin again."

Yuhong was silent for a moment, and said: "Pure-bred Luolanyi is rare. I can take a look for you in the Emperor's Secret Realm, and maybe you can find a few fairy plants."

Qinan paused slightly when he heard the words, and then said jokingly: "Jiang Hong Jianjun, you are too kind to me. I am just an ordinary casual cultivator, how can I afford such love from you?"

But Yi Hong just looked at him intently, and said in an extremely sure tone: "You will become Yuanshen."

Qinan slightly raised his eyebrows: "How can you see that?"

Yi Hong: "Intuition."

Qinan was quiet for a moment, then smiled.He stood up, stuffed the picture scroll in his arms into Yu Hong's arms, and urged: "Master Jianjun, open it and have a look?"

Yi Hong unfolded the picture scroll as he said, and when he saw it clearly, his ears suddenly turned red.

Qinan walked slowly to his side, and looked down at the painting: "Jiang Hong Jianjun, do you think this looks like you?"

Yihong: "..."

I saw the boy in the painting, who was only thirteen or fourteen years old, sitting cross-legged by the river bank, with a pile of firewood burning in front of him, and a wild pheasant that hadn't been plucked was roasting on the firewood.

Although the boy's facial features are still a little green, he can already foresee the dazzling beauty of adulthood from the outline.As if aware of the prying eyes of others, the boy actually looked up and looked out of the painting, his gray eyes were cold and sharp.

It's a pity that the few chicken feathers sticking to his body forcibly destroyed the coldness brewing between his eyebrows and eyes.

Yi Hong's face was tense, and he quickly closed the scroll: "You, where did you find it?"

Qinan teased and said: "I bought it from a predestined person with the same spiritual root as me. Hey, I have known each other for many years, but I didn't know that Master Jianjun likes to eat roast chicken, so I made a mistake."

Yu Hong: "...I don't like it."

Qinan deliberately teased him with a drawn-out tone: "Really?"

Yao Hong kept his face sullen and said nothing, but his ears were already blushing.He was silent for a long time amidst Qinan's laughter, and finally he didn't say anything, and directly dragged Qinan to perform the escape technique and went to the residence of the alchemist in Yuanjing.

"It's here." Yu Hong said in a muffled voice, "I have already greeted Rong Qi."

Qinan's eyes paused for a moment on the remaining thin red at the tips of his ears, then moved away as if inadvertently, and walked towards the valley: "Thank you very much. If you need my help in the future, just ask."

He heard Yao Hong behind him answer: "You're welcome."

Jinan lowered his eyelashes.

So the previous time, it was really not an allergy.

Then the young master blushed so... Could it be that he was shy?

Qinan subconsciously stretched out his hand and pulled his hair, frowning.

However, he hadn't taken a few steps when Yu Hong suddenly called to him again: "Qinan."

Qinan stopped and looked back at him.

Yuhong said in a low voice: "The Emperor Heaven celebration is not over yet, I...need to rush back as soon as possible. After you have consulted with alchemist Rong Qi, you can come directly to Emperor Heaven Sword Gate to find me."

Qinan smiled, waved at him without answering, and walked into the deep valley again.

Gee.

Kind of cute.

Before he walked outside the restraining formation, he quickly collected his emotions, and said respectfully: "Senior Rong Qi, junior Qinan came to visit."

No response in the ban.

Qinan's eyes flickered slightly, and he bowed again to transmit the sound transmission: "Senior Rong Qi, junior Qinan was recommended by Jianjun Yu Hong, and came to ask for advice on crossing the catastrophe."

This time there was finally movement in the restriction, and the invisible law barrier quietly dissipated, revealing an exquisite courtyard located inside the restriction.At the same time, an indifferent female voice came out: "Come in."

Qinan got up and walked towards the other courtyard, and soon came to the main entrance: "The junior has come in."

The decoration inside the house is quite gorgeous, with silver dragon patterns circling on the wall, and the animal skin carpet and pendant chain with the same silver light are quite in line with the impression left by Huangtian Jianmen on him.

In the upper position, a beautiful woman in white was reclining on the soft couch, she seemed to be trying her best to maintain her composure, but she couldn't hide her jealousy and resentment when she looked at him.

The air was filled with malicious consciousness, which made Qinan's skin ache.

Rong Qi sized him up for a while, and finally said casually: "Sit down."

Qinan glanced around, but only saw a dilapidated bamboo chair that seemed to fall apart at any moment where there should have been a row of seats.He calmly walked over and sat down on the chair, but Rong Qi said again: "Drink tea."

A cup of cold tea suddenly appeared on the tea table beside Qinan.He took the teacup without saying a word, didn't drink it, sniffed it lightly at the mouth of the cup, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Tianluo Youxiang is scattered, and if you eat it, your spiritual power will be disordered.If the cultivation base is slightly unstable, it will fall to a level of cultivation base on the spot.

Qinan slowly put down the teacup, and looked at Rong Qi with deep eyes: "Senior, don't you feel that your behavior has lost the strength of the original state?"

Rong Qi sneered: "How does this seat act, and it is your turn to be evaluated by a mere Mahayana casual practice?"

Her pretty face was slightly distorted: "I don't know how a certain bastard charmed us Yihong Jianjun, and made him so obsessed and treat others as nothing. Hmph, I don't want to go against his wishes, If you have any questions, just ask them, and after asking... I advise you to consciously stay away from him as soon as possible."

"A character like Master Jian Hong is not something you can climb up to."

Enraged by her, Qinan suppressed his anger and said, "You!"

Seeing him angry, Rong Qi immediately laughed.She said maliciously: "By the way, you have to sign a spiritual source contract before asking questions, so as not to have no cultivation resources in the future, and sell the knowledge obtained from this seat in exchange for Lingshi flowers."

Qinan's complexion became more and more ugly, and he paused every word: "Senior, don't you also have to sign a contract to ensure that the knowledge you have heard from me will not be leaked?"

Rong Qi laughed so hard that her flowers trembled: "It's ridiculous! Could it be that I still covet your knowledge reserve for a Mahayana period?"

Qinan's voice became more and more depressed: "Senior, if you go too far, I might tell Jianjun Yihong."

Rong Qi's laughter stopped abruptly, but she looked at Qinan with even more disgust.She stared at Qinan for a long time, and finally snorted disdainfully, took out a contract that she had prepared a long time ago from the storage ring, wrote her name on it with divine sense, and then patted it to Qinan: "Sign .”

Qinan picked up this chapter of the contract and looked at it. There was only a very simple sentence on it [it is forbidden to leak the content of this conversation, and those who violate it will be punished by Yuanling].

It was perfunctory, and it seemed that it was just to humiliate him.

Qinan raised his eyebrows slightly, and signed his name stroke by stroke under Rong Qi's gaze.

Rong Qi was satisfied when she saw this, and she sneered with pride: "Don't even think about the best mind demon illusion of crossing the heart demon. But here is a copy of the sedative pill that I have improved. You can write it down. , Find a way to refine it yourself. You can probably be [-]% more sure when you cross the catastrophe."

But in Rong Qi's imagination, how could a casual cultivator in the Mahayana period refine such a level of elixir by himself.Although she agreed to give advice to this person, she was unwilling to let him get any benefits.

Qinan caught the jade slip she threw over, swept away his consciousness, and the corner of his lips suddenly curled up: "Trash."

Rong Qi's complexion changed, and her fingers crushed the edge of the soft couch: "What did you say?!"

Qinan raised his eyes to look at her, and there was a faint purple awn in his brown eyes.

He casually threw the jade slip on the ground, and said with a half-smile: "I'm still an old man in the source state, what good opinion can I have, but in the end it's just this kind of rubbish. It's only half as effective as the Concentration Pill circulating in the market... ...Hey, I really don't know where you have been living for thousands of years."

Rong Qi was furious, and wanted to suppress this offending Mahayana casual cultivator on the spot, but suddenly found that her movements became more and more stiff and slow.

Yuan Ling's light shone from the doorway behind Qinan, leaving a thick and deep shadow on his handsome face.He slowly stood up from the bamboo chair, and the shadow under his feet lengthened a little bit, finally completely covering the light in Rong Qi's eyes.

Rong Qi's body trembled violently, her eyes changed several times, and finally fixed on horror and disbelief.A few vague words overflowed from her throat: "You are... OK... Mo Ke..."

A shy and harmless smile appeared on Qinan's face.He raised an index finger to his lips, looked down at Rong Qi, and whispered: "Shh, you have to follow the rules. After all——"

"A wooden man cannot speak."