Violent Cultivation of Immortals through time travel

Han Xiumo felt the surrounding aura, and was a little amazed at Yun Mingyuan's understanding. When all the spirit beads entered the appropriate aura point, they would merge with the surrounding aura—but this must be an array of the highest quality. law, it is possible to do so.

The location of this spiritual field is full of aura, and there is no trace of the formation. The Lingzhu and the environment are almost integrated, which is a superb formation.

If he hadn't watched Yun Mingyuan's stumbling familiarization process with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed that this could be done in one go.

He raised his eyebrows, and whistled a little frivolously: "You have good understanding!"

Yun Mingyuan had no expression on his face, nor did he realize that he was being molested at all, so he nodded seriously: "I also think it is not bad as it is now, but there is still room for improvement in this Gathering Spirit Formation, if my optical brain is still there, I should A more suitable solution can be calculated..."

Han Xiumo: "..."

The way he looked at Yun Mingyuan changed.

Before, he always thought that Yun Mingyuan was a dull little face paralyzed, but now it seems that this person was also a genius before he came here.

Han Xiumo has lived two lives, and he has never heard of anyone who dares to say that he can continue to improve on the basis of the best formation.

He stared at Yun Mingyuan for a few seconds, then suddenly asked: "What is an optical brain?"

"The world I was originally in was a tool that could be used to replace the calculation of the human brain." Yun Mingyuan replied, thinking about the possibility of creating an optical brain in this world of cultivation...

Maybe the optical brain is helpless, you can try to get the antique old-timer of the optical brain, the legendary computer.

As long as it can replace calculation, calculation is indeed a waste of time. Yun Mingyuan, who is still unfamiliar with this world, is not willing to muddle along.

Han Xiumo didn't say much, watching Yun Mingyuan take a shower in the well water in the courtyard, take out a pen and paper and write something on the stone table next to the rocking chair, he leaned over curiously and took a look: "This is What?"

How can he say that he also cultivated to the half-step Nascent Soul's power in his previous life, so he wouldn't need to learn to read again after being reborn, right?

"This is my... the writing in my hometown, I'm used to it." It's not that I can't use the writing in the cultivation world, but when writing, it's better to use the one I'm familiar with.

Han Xiumo narrowed his eyes and didn't ask any further questions.

Tian Da Village.

What Han Xiumo said finally reached the ears of the village head.

Tian Fei—that is, the little fat man's father's house, the village chief doesn't care about it, and the village chief has also seen the seemingly incongruous couple behind their backs, but he never opened his mouth. Ergou made his precious grandson stupid, he will never let Tian Fei's family go!

The four generations of the village head's family are single-handed, and his son died when he blocked the beast that came down from Yunding Mountain. In the third generation, there is only his little grandson, an only seedling, who was bumped into a rock one day. How could the village head not have hatred in his heart after becoming a fool.

But there is no evidence, and the little grandson can't remember who hurt him, so the village chief can only calm down.

Now suddenly there are rumors that his little grandson was beaten stupid by Tian Fei's son Tian Ergou. The village chief thought of the strangeness of the little fat man during that time, and the seeds of suspicion took root in his heart, and his attitude towards the little fat man's family also changed. Not as good as before.

At this time Tian Fei also heard the rumors, especially after hearing that the little fat man was not his own son, he was completely blown up, and immediately shouted in the village to divorce his wife and drive the little fat man and his mother out of the village.

Originally, when encountering such a thing, the village head mainly tried to persuade him to make peace. For the sake of the village's reputation, he was unwilling to make a big fuss.

But after hearing about the good deeds done by the little fat man, the village head became even more suspicious secretly, seeing that Tian Fei's family was not pleasing to the eye, and watched the farce of Tian Fei's family with cold eyes.

"Tian Fei, you heartless bastard, my mother gave birth to a child for you, and the son is already so old, and you are going to divorce me because of a rumor, do you still have a conscience?"

"Cai Suhua, let me tell you, I'm going to divorce you today and have a son and daughter. I can't even say whether this little bastard is my son. Today, my Tian family really can't tolerate you. You pack up your own things and get out. Or let me find some people to take you and this little brat back home?"

Tian Fei is not a good person. He was a gangster for several years when he was young, and he barely restrained himself after getting married. But they all turned into impatient knives.

How can a yellow-faced woman compare to Ke Xin's gentle cousin... Tian Fei couldn't help regretting when he thought of Cai Suhua's cousin who was still a girl at that time when he fell in love with her.

He looked coldly at Cai Suhua, who was rolling around. The little fat man had already been scared and hid under the table when he came back to throw the bowl. He was fat and cowardly, and he looked like a coward.

Thinking that this brat might really offend the village chief's family, he wished he could get rid of this brat immediately, despite the fact that the village chief is usually amiable, but if anyone really offended the village chief, he was afraid that someone would be accused behind his back. The village chief was still grateful in his heart after killing him.

He must divorce his wife, and let this yellow-faced woman take the little fat man away with her!Thinking of what his cousin said, he narrowed his eyes and became even more determined.

The woman in the soil embryo room who was thrown to the ground by him could vaguely see the old style from her eyebrows, but with so many years of daily necessities, wrinkles and gullies on her face were all over her face, and even a penny of the money Tian Fei earned was worthless. If he can't reach her, how can he have spare money to take care of himself?

Sometimes seeing her own reflection by the river, Cai Suhua secretly hated herself for being blind, why did she fall in love with such an incomprehensible bastard?

But things have come to this, she must not let Tian Fei drive her back like this!

It is conceivable how the married daughter will be discussed if she is divorced and returned to her natal family, and still takes the child with her.

When she heard Tian Fei asked her to take her son away with her, she felt a chill in her heart, but now that Tian Fei stared at her so coldly, she felt a chill in her heart.

But she can't do anything but slap her.

The matter of Tian's family finally ended when Tian Feizhen asked someone to write a divorce letter and threw it to Cai Suhua. The little fat man who Tian Fei suspected was not his kind finally stayed in Tian's house and ended hastily.

Everyone in the village knew why the village chief didn't care about this matter, and no one dared to talk too much.

Country life is flat and quiet.

Especially the manor where Yun Mingyuan and Han Xiumo lived was surrounded by no one, not even a neighbor. For Han Xiumo, who was tired of fighting, and Yun Mingyuan, who had no roots in his brain since he was a child and knew nothing about interpersonal communication, it was a big deal. Rare leisure time.

After systematically studying the books he bought in the bookstore, Yun Mingyuan finally had a real sense of this strange world.

"The ripening speed of these spiritual rice..." Under the sun, Yun Mingyuan, who had completely changed into a farmer's bunt, was holding a small book to record the growth speed of the green blood rice, feeling a little suspicious of life.

"What's the matter?" Han Xiumo was eating the melon he just bought from the old man who was passing by. When he heard Yun Mingyuan's words, he stopped and asked a question. ?"

Yun Mingyuan raised his head, and what caught his eyes was the young man with a birthmark on his face, but with a transparent smile in his eyes, he was taken aback for a moment, opened his mouth to swallow the red melon flesh, and nodded expressionlessly: "Not bad, it's quite sweet .”

"Nonsense! This is Ben... the melon I fancy..." Han Xiumo dug him another spoonful, "I'm not bragging, I'm second in picking plants, no one dares to be number one."

"En." Yun Mingyuan nodded, and asked about the business, "The green blood rice is ripe, when will it be harvested?"

"How do you know this green blood rice is ripe?" Han Xiumo was curious.

"Based on growth data and plant status..." Noticing Han Xiumo's bored expression, he coughed, "I collected some and cooked."

Han Xiumo: "..." Okay, this is very appropriate.

"Then I'm going to order something?"

Green blood rice is spiritual rice, and ordinary side dishes are not worthy of eating with green blood rice, but now Han Xiumo doesn't care about it at all.

Yun Mingyuan nodded: "Okay."

"Are you really impolite?" Han Xiumo blinked, and threw the melon in Yun Mingyuan's hand, "Then you continue to study, I'll get something delicious!"

Yun Mingyuan watched him enter the kitchen on crutches, his expression was in a daze for a moment.

The kitchen was fully equipped, and Han Xiumo hummed a little tune, slowly preparing the appetizers.The scent of green blood rice permeated the room, and Han Xiumo suddenly thought of an important matter.

He is just a mortal who has not cultivated now. Couldn't he only eat a few mouthfuls of these spiritual foods?

His eyes fell on the green blood rice, and he began to think about whether his decision to eat and wait to die was necessary.

In the evening, the setting sun was hanging over the mountains, crumbling, and the evening wind blew away the tiredness of the day. Yun Mingyuan and Han Xiumo sat facing each other in the center of the courtyard. There was a round table in front of them with hot green blood rice, and next to them were dishes to relieve the heat and relieve tiredness. .

The reason why the two can get along peacefully until now is probably because they are both excellent cooks. In terms of eating speed, two people who haven't eaten good food for many years will not lose to each other.

"Let's go up to the mountain tomorrow to have a look," Yun Mingyuan said, taking a sip of fresh watermelon juice, "The green blood rice is ripe, let's get some others and go to town together."

"Okay!" Han Xiumo had no objection, he glanced at Yun Mingyuan with his soul, and paused, "Now that your cultivation has stabilized, you can get a green sheep rabbit to mend it."

When he thought of his crispy mortal body and not being able to eat green sheep rabbits, he suddenly felt a little bad.

Yun Mingyuan sensed the strange mental power, frowned, and tightly clenched the hand holding the chopsticks, so he could not attack the other party.

There are only the two of them here, so there is hardly any doubt about the source of the spiritual power.

After the strange mental power disappeared, he looked up at Han Xiumo: "You also use mental power?"

"Spiritual power? What is it?" Han Xiumo blinked. He didn't expect that he would be discovered when he used his divine sense. When he was reborn, his divine sense was fused with his former self. It is estimated that he still has the strength of the Jindan period. How could someone discover his divine consciousness?

No, in Yun Mingyuan's eyes, this is called spiritual power.