Violent Cultivation of Immortals through time travel

The mountain range behind Zhuangzi is called Yunding Mountain. This mountain villa was originally full of dangers. If it weren't for the formation that Yun Mingyuan's mother sent to set up in Zhuangzi, I'm afraid it wouldn't be able to exist at the foot of the mountain for a long time. After Lin Xiawan passed away, The people in Zhuangzi were distracted, and they began to prepare for their lives early on. When they left, they even dug out all the spirit stones used to set up formations in Zhuangzi and took them away.

Han Xiumo is just a mortal now, and he didn't even manage to draw Qi into his body. Yun Mingyuan's body originally had the ninth level of Qi Refining, but because of the original owner's death, he fell down the sixth level. Now It's just three layers of Qi Refining.

The two of them could be said to have been kicked out of Yun's house empty-handed, adding up to only the storage bag that the original owner had been carrying with him all the time, and in order to please Zhou Weiwei, all the good things left in the original owner's storage bag were also spent seven times. Seven or eight, there are only some worn-out sundries left.

And Yun Mingyuan was not familiar with the mountain at all, and he was worried about letting Han Xiumo stay alone in the village where danger would come at any time, so he could only take Han Xiumo up the mountain with him.

Yun Mingyuan cleaned up the village, found some agricultural tools such as hoes and sickles scattered in the village, and found a stone to sharpen them, enough to be used as weapons.

He tried it on the blade with his hand, and the sickle was already extremely sharp, and a white mark was drawn on his hand, but no blood was seen.

Yun Mingyuan nodded in satisfaction.

He found a crooked chair from nowhere, and placed Han Xiumo, who had a sick leg, on the chair. The afternoon sun was hot, so he moved him under the shade of a tree. Going up the mountain, he naturally wouldn't throw people down.

Although Han Xiumo has memories of his previous life, he doesn't want to work hard in this life, and he's too lazy to cultivate. Not to mention he is poisoned. This cheap husband took good care of him. Chin, looked for a while, fell asleep.

When Yun Mingyuan arrived under the shade of a tree, what he saw was a young man lying on a chair with his eyes closed, sleeping obediently and pleasantly, and the weird bruises on half of his face softened a bit.

He froze for a moment.

When he saw Han Xiumo for the first time, he felt a little familiar, but at this moment, it seemed that he really...had seen this sleeping face before.

His heartbeat suddenly went out of order.

A shadow shrouded his head. Although Han Xiumo had no spiritual power, it did not mean that all the vigilance in his previous life disappeared. He suddenly woke up the moment Yun Mingyuan approached, but there was no movement at all when this person came over. Han Xiumo didn't bother to open his eyes to deal with it.

"Xiu Mo... Wake up, it's time to go up the mountain."

Just when Han Xiumo was getting impatient, the man's Qingyue voice sounded, and Han Xiumo opened his eyes with a little irritability in his eyes: "Let's go."

Although it is quite a salted fish, before being a salted fish, one has to be alive first.

Yun Mingyuan turned his back to him in front of him, squatted down: "Come up."

Han Xiumo didn't understand, so he asked, "Huh?"

"Your legs and feet are inconvenient, I will carry you up the mountain."

Han Xiumo: "..."

He stood up silently, wrapping his hands around the man's shoulders, only to feel his body lighten up, and he was lifted into the air, being carried on his back.

Yun Mingyuan was an honest man, he supported Han Xiumo with both hands, and the sickle he had sharpened earlier was hung on his waist. With a calm expression, he walked towards the road leading to the back mountain from Zhuangzi with his back on his back.

The path was deep and deep, and weeds grew on the artificially stepped path, covering Yun Mingyuan's shoes. Because of the protection of the formation, Zhuangzi could not see the whole mountain. Now the formation has been damaged a lot, but just now Neither of them paid much attention, and naturally they didn't know that the road was covered with weeds, so they could only vaguely see some traces of the path.

The weeds were fresh and green, and Han Xiumo's eyes flashed, a little surprised.

He had no relationship with Yundingshan. Before marrying Yun Mingyuan in his previous life, he risked being discovered, and with the help of that so-called "friend", he escaped from Pingyun City. Not long after, he met a master with a human face and a beast heart. He left Ziwu Mansion, the city where Pingyun City was located, and went to another big mansion in Shangding District.

I have no impression of Yunding Mountain.

If the real Han Xiumo saw the weeds under Yun Mingyuan's feet, he would have been surprised and yelled.

Without him, this seemingly weedy grass was the source of income in the village where Han Xiumo lived before.

This grass is called Qingyun Grass, and it is a healing herb commonly used by ordinary people. It can be sold for ten copper coins per catty. How much more than a catty of Qingyun grass grows on this road?If you want to live the life of ordinary people, you can support the two of them just by picking Qingyun grass and selling it.

But Han Xiumo didn't say anything.

He didn't know what the man who carried him on his back was thinking, he still had the third level of Qi refining, so he couldn't really be an idle farmer.

Yun Mingyuan supported Han Xiumo with both hands, walking steadily, and only noticed the difference after walking for a while.

When he was in the Empire, although his mental strength was strong, his physique was limited, and he only reached A-level. He always relied on Mac's help in physical work, but he would be out of breath after two hours of ordinary training. Now he carries a People, but did not feel tired at all.

He suddenly felt that he was in the realm of comprehension.

Now that he has come to this world, he will not be restricted by his physical fitness, and must practice cultivation to walk out of his own way!

"Xiu Mo, if I want to cultivate immortality..." Yun Mingyuan suddenly asked the person on his back, "What preparations do I need to make?"

Han Xiumo said that it was a coincidence that he was just thinking about how this man should choose, and the answer came to him.

"There should be some problems with your physique. If you want to practice, you need to understand your physical condition first."

If he wanted a long-term meal ticket that could be used, he had to solve the person's physical problems first.

Yun Mingyuan wanted to ask something else, but was suddenly slapped on the head with a hand, and only felt a rough touch on the head that didn't match the age of the person behind him, and this feeling disappeared, and the person behind him said with a smile : "I'll talk about the specific situation when I go back. I don't want to spend the night with you on this mountain."

Yun Mingyuan nodded and said "Yes".

Han Xiumo didn't say anything more.

The more we went up the mountain, the higher the weeds on the path grew, and they had completely covered Yunding Mountain's calf. He stopped and listened quietly. The sound of the wind brought the sound of animal teeth gnawing, accompanied by strange green grass fragrance.

Yun Mingyuan pulled out a sickle from his waist, carved marks on the nearest tree, took out a piece of clothing and spread it on the ground, put down Han Xiumo on his back, and cut off a piece of Qingyun grass that was in the way on the path.

Han Xiumo looked at the man who was still wearing brocade clothes mowing the grass, and felt quite strange in his heart—this man's movements were too skilled, as if he was used to doing this kind of work, he was a little rusty at first, and then he became faster and faster. Obviously found a feeling.

Could it be that the one who seized the house was an ordinary farmer?

Han Xiumo's thoughts were complicated. He shook his head, drove the thoughts out of his mind, and reminded: "This Qingyun grass can be sold for ten copper coins per catty. If necessary, you can uproot it and leave it to me."

At any rate, having lived in Qingyun Village for more than ten years, he can know the handling of Qingyun grass by heart with his eyes closed.

Yun Mingyuan paused, put the sickle aside, carefully observed the growth trajectory of the Qingyun grass, and pulled it out forcefully in a certain direction, a handful of Qingyun grass was pulled up together with the roots, and the loose soil splashed , fell onto the surrounding Qingyun grass leaves.

He put the plucked grass on the right side of his body, ready to gather strength to pull it out, and at the same time he did not forget to ask: "What height does this Qingyun grass need?"

"Knee height." In fact, the higher the better, but the Qingyun grass that grows too high often blooms, and its medicinal value is greatly reduced.

Of course, seeds are also useful, but Qingyun grass seeds are often accompanied by a strange parasite, which can absorb the spiritual power of monks. With Yun Mingyuan, who is not a half-baked person, they should not meet the Qi refining period. The seeds of Qingyuncao are better.

Yun Mingyuan didn't try to tease the taller Qingyun grass, he pulled out nearly ten catties of Qingyun grass, and after handing it over to Han Xiumo, the spot was already vacant, and he could vaguely see the shape of the trail stepped by the climbers back then.

Yun Mingyuan has a storage bag on his body, which makes it easier to carry the Qingyun grass. Han Xiumo quickly sorted out the usable parts of the grass while Yun Mingyuan was pulling the grass, and piled up the usable parts of the grass by his side. After Yun Mingyuan finished pulling the Qingyun grass, Give it to Yun Mingyuan to put it away.

This patch of Qingyun grass... at least weighs a hundred catties.

Yun Mingyuan put away the Qingyun Grass, helped Han Xiumo stand up temporarily, put away the clothes that were spread on the floor, continued to carry Han Xiumo on his back, turned around and walked over.

Han Xiumo, who was not as sharp as Yun Mingyuan without cultivation, lay on the man's back, a little curious: "What are we looking for now?"

"Meat." There is no nutrient solution, and I can't afford Bigu Dan, so I can only get something to eat first.

Meat is very suitable. He heard the sound of animals gnawing, and if he judged well, he should be able to eat barbecue at night.

The people behind him didn't continue to ask, and Yun Mingyuan didn't open his mouth. He felt that the more he walked up the mountain, the easier it seemed, and his breathing became more relaxed.

Presumably this is also related to the aura of this world.

This time he didn't hang the sickle on his waist, but held it in one hand, and when he encountered some trees, he carved scratches on the trees.

He stopped suddenly.

Han Xiumo, who was thinking wildly, was hit on the chin.

He looked up and took a deep breath.

Yun Mingyuan also placed him under a tree, and walked forward cautiously holding a sickle.

Not far from them, there is a piece of green grass. The grass is different from the Qingyun grass that grows like a weed. The leaves are flat and wide, and the tails of the leaves are dotted with faint light. A rabbit that looks like...but There was another pair of huge horned animals, and two fangs were exposed from the three-petal mouth. It was gnawing on the grass at the edge. The part that emitted light fell into the mouth of the strange animal, and the whole grass withered instantly.