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

After leaving the secret realm, driving the flying boat across tens of miles of mountains and mountains, the wilderness full of monsters and beasts finally gradually returned to calm and stability.

And it wasn't until they reached a canyon with thin spiritual power and was covered by clouds all day long that they couldn't see the town built in the distance relying on natural dangers.

In the Twelve Continents of the Origin World, there are not many intelligent beings, but humans are one of the most advantageous races among them.At the same time, they are also the only ethnic group on Nantian Continent who do not need to have cultivation to have good creativity.

Qinan stopped the flying boat in this small fringe town, performed a secret technique of concealment, and led Yu Hong into the city.

"The caravan's new jewelry from the Western Regions, ladies and lords, take a look!"

"Salty meat pie, big enough to fill your stomach! Good guys passing by, take a look!"

"Candied haws! A string of Sanwen coins..."

"Boss, two bunches of candied haws."

"Okay, take it, sir. I just made it this morning, and I'm sure you'll be satisfied!"

Qinan walked through the plainly dressed crowd with two bunches of hawthorns wrapped in golden syrup, and handed the bunch of candied haws he just bought to Yu Hong who was sitting at a dilapidated wooden dining table in a simple restaurant: "Master Jianjun, try it. ?”

Yu Hong hesitated to take it, bit half of it under Qinan's gaze, paused, and swallowed it expressionlessly.

Qinan was amused by him: "Is it delicious?"

Yi Hong was silent.

The young master of Huangtian Sword Sect, Jingui, is wealthy. When he went out this time, he deliberately chose the most low-key black clothes with only flowing clouds and dark patterns.However, even so, when he sat here with his back straight, he still looked very out of place.

If he hadn't used the spell right now, the people around would subconsciously ignore the two of them, and it would probably cause a commotion.

Qinan teased him: "Master Jianjun, talk." This young master who grew up drinking fine nectar and jade liquid, would be a ghost if he likes to eat snacks from mortal children.

Yu Hong's thin lips were tightly pressed together, and after a while, he finally choked out a sentence: "Shang Ke."

Qinan finally couldn't hold back his laughter.He sat down next to Yu Hong, half leaned against the rough wooden table, and gestured to him with his index finger: "So, eat the one you bitten, and leave the rest I'll eat it for you, huh?"

Yi Hong was stunned for a moment, holding the candied haws for a while without moving, but his ears hidden behind the broken hair on the side of his face were stained with a thin layer of red.

Seeing him stunned, Qinan realized belatedly after a while: "Do you not like letting others eat what you left? Then I..."

Before he could finish speaking, Yu Hong quickly bit off the remaining half of the stick, and then stuffed the stick into Qinan's hand.Qinan was a little uncertain about his thoughts, touched his chin and stopped talking, bit off a whole candied haws and half-closed his eyes to look at the bustling crowd.

He lost his mother and father when he was young, and often begged for leftovers from well-meaning people to sustain his life when he was wandering outside, but he didn't feel much about such things.

It's just that the eldest young master Yuhong is different from him, so he has to pay more attention in the future.

Qinan exhaled, and said with a low laugh: "You probably don't know, for some children, candied haws are a luxury item—they only dare to eat it once a year on their birthdays."

Yuan Hong was just sitting quietly at first, but when he heard his words, he suddenly said in a low voice: "When is your birthday?"

Qinan replied casually: "I can't remember, I guess it was in the autumn of 390 nine years ago."

He himself looked indifferent, but Yu Hong felt unreasonably depressed.He didn't want to ask anymore, and changed the subject: "Your friend is here."

Qinan let out a cry, and spread his hands: "No, the place where he lives is quite rich in aura, and it is the imperial city of a mortal country. But although it is thousands of miles away from here, at the speed of the spirit boat, it will take a lot of time to get there. Not much time."

Seeing that Mr. Jianhong's gaze became more and more puzzled, he clicked his tongue and continued to explain: "We stopped here to buy a gift for that black-bone chicken. Let me tell you, that black-bone chicken is disgusting. It actually dislikes the pill I made The standard is too poor to be noticed.”

After a pause, he said quietly again: "Okay, since my pills can't get into the eyes, it's the same as giving anything. The souvenirs of mortals are the same as my pills, right?"

Yihong: "..."

Qinan: "We can just buy a puppet when we go out of the city, I saw...huh?"

Yi Hong was puzzled.

Qinan pointed to the dark alley across the street, motioning for him to look.Yi Hong followed his fingers to look over, and saw a dirty little girl hiding in the shadows and looking at them helplessly.

It was a child who was only seven or eight years old. The clothes on his body looked like a sack that people used to hold things. Two holes were poked out. His bare limbs were extraordinarily slender because of his thinness. Be seen clearly.

Qinan waved at her.

The little girl was obviously a little scared, seeing Qinan waving at herself, she shrank back behind the wall.It's just that Xiao Er brought the plain noodles that Qinan ordered earlier to the table, and the little girl saw the steaming heat from a distance, and finally couldn't hold back, and timidly leaned over.

Seeing her staggering over, Qinan asked aloud, "Child, how long has it been since you ate?"

The little girl lowered her head and whispered, "One and a half days."

For such a child, going without food for a day and a half would be fatal. If it was more than two days...she might never wake up again.

Candied haws are not very hungry, Qinan smiled and pushed the bowl of plain noodles to her.

The little girl couldn't believe it, and tentatively stretched out her hand to the bowl of plain noodles. Seeing that Qinan didn't stop her, she finally started to gobble it up.In the aroma of wheat, a touch of sweetness spreads from the tip of the tongue.The feeling of softness and warmth filled the mouth. At this moment, it seemed that all sufferings were gone, leaving only joy and happiness.

She ate and ate, tears fell for no reason.

Qinan still looked at her with a smile, raised his fist at her, and made a cheering gesture: "Work hard, you will live longer than anyone else!"

The little girl nodded vigorously while crying.

The spiritual consciousness of the monk can shield the perception of ordinary people. Until the little girl ran away after eating the noodles, no one else noticed that there was a little beggar getting a gift here.

Yu Hong who was next to him kept watching silently, and didn't say anything until the end.

For monks, this kind of mortal food has too many impurities and too little energy, so there is no need to eat it at all.Moreover, monks have an extremely keen sense of taste, and this kind of food cooked by mortals in the countryside is definitely not a pleasure for them to taste.

Qinan was just recalling his past that no one else knew about.

Qinan put five copper coins on the table, got up and greeted Yao Hong: "Let's go, let's go see that black-bone chicken."

Yi Hong followed behind him and saw that he bought a puppet tiger with a bell on its neck on the way out of the city, and then they took the flying boat together to the imperial city that Qinan mentioned.

This city is obviously far more prosperous than the place they visited before, with carved beams and paintings on the houses and buildings, the streets are neat and clean, and there are no ragged beggars in the streets and alleys.

With a casual scan of his spiritual sense, he could even easily discover a dozen or so low-level monks who were hiding their identities.

The two walked through the busy city and came to a relatively remote residential area, and finally stopped in front of an ordinary one-bedroom house that looked extremely simple.

Qinan raised his head to identify the surrounding environment, and after confirming that he had found the right one, he stepped forward to knock on the door.

After a few seconds, the door opened.

A tall and slender young man appeared from behind the door, with black hair and black pupils, sword eyebrows and thin lips, wearing a narrow-sleeved white robe surrounded by cloud patterns, and his long hair tied in a jade crown, he was extremely handsome.

However, when he narrowed his long, narrow eyes and looked out of the door, an awe-inspiring aura that made people want to kneel down rushed towards him, as if he could come up with [-] kinds of torture in the next second. Frustrated.

The moment Yihong saw him, he tensed up and subconsciously touched the sword at his waist. Qinan also stiffened his back uncontrollably. It took a long time to force a smile, and raised his hand to wave: " Hi."

The black-eyed man looked at him, and then at Yu Hong, with a smile on his face: "Fellow Daoist Qinan, long time no see."

The man's evil spirit didn't lessen when he laughed, but Qinan finally breathed a sigh of relief, and took Yi Hong's hand on the hilt of his sword to introduce him: "Jun Guangjian, this is my good brother Yi Hong, He broke through to the source realm a few months ago and had an accident, you have to help him."

The man turned sideways to let them in, and at the same time replied: "No problem."

Qinan dragged Yu Hong, who was still out of the situation, into the house, and asked with some doubts: "Why didn't you see Fellow Daoist Yan? Is he not there?"

The man raised his hand and closed the door without saying a word, but when he turned around, Qinan suddenly saw the eye-catching black bird's head protruding slowly from the hem of his clothes.

Jinan: "..."

Blackbird looked at him, and slowly showed a mocking look with unknown meaning.