Seeking longevity from the world of Si Teng / Seeking longevity from the world of the Republic of Ch

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He is going to gamble once.

Not because of anything else, just because of this face, if he remembers correctly, Jing Tian has never played a villain.

So his chances of surviving are still very high. If he really can't do anything in the end, he is not easy to provoke, and he will take her down to die with him before he dies.

Chapter 3 Backhand

"Tattoo!"

Qin Li's guess was right, and it rained heavily not long after.

Qin Li carried the woman on his back, with an oiled paper umbrella and other sundries pinned to his buttocks, walking briskly on the muddy road.

Thanks to the Daoyin technique, with such a woman on his back, he can walk like the wind without any discomfort.

Looking at the thatched hut that was getting closer, Qin Li raised his head and took a look. The torrential rain had already drenched the two of them into drenched chickens.

On the dark face, it rained continuously, making it dirty and messy.

Because of the rush, Qin Li walked quickly, and the cloth shoes and trousers were already covered with mud.

This is an ancient traditional small thatched hut, a standard configuration for a hermit. The surrounding walls are made of loess mixed with withered grass, the roof is covered with thick straw, and there is a yard surrounded by fences to prevent wild beasts in the mountains from raiding at night. .

There is a main room in the middle of the thatched cottage, and a bedroom on each side of the main room.

Walking on the ridge, Qin Li picked up his speed and arrived at the thatched cottage in about ten seconds after a distance of more than 100 meters. In the eyes of others, this was light work, and he walked like flying. If Qin Li was alone, he would be even faster.

It was a dilapidated wooden door with small holes in it, and it was soaked through. With the woman on his back, Qin Li knocked open the wooden door with his shoulder, walked through the yard and entered the main room, and then opened the curtain to enter his room.

Gently put the unconscious woman on the bed where he usually slept, removed the wreath of wild flowers on the woman's head, took off the white cloth shoes, and then took off the obviously soaked coat, and then covered her with the quilt superior.

The woman's inner shirt is of course already soaked, but Qin Li dare not take it off again. If the woman has a bad temper and wakes up and finds that her clothes have been taken off, if she becomes angry from embarrassment, Qin Li can't explain it. Qing, at that point, the thing is that if the yellow mud falls into the crotch, it is either shit or shit.

Qin Li simply wiped the woman's face with a handkerchief from the rain and her already drenched hair, and then did not continue.

After watching Qin Li for a while, he left the inner room and sat on the bench outside tremblingly.

He hastily lifted the large white teapot on the table, his arms kept shaking, and got himself a glass of water from a brown teacup.

"Gudong~Gudong~"

After eating two bowls of tea, Qin Li was able to recover a little bit. He walked all the way just now, and he was always worried in his heart, for fear that the woman on his back would suddenly wake up and violently kill someone.

Although Qin Li didn't want to let go of such an opportunity easily, it didn't prove that he wasn't afraid, on the contrary, he was terribly afraid.

Qin Li sat at the head seat of the Eight Immortals table, and it was pouring rain outside, looking outside from here, it was hazy, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

Qin Li turned his head to look at the inner room on the side again, looked at the corner of the black quilt that fell in the air, and the white clothes that were faintly exposed, and forgot what to do for a while, and lost the rules in his mind.

When he was in the pavilion at that time, what Qin Li thought about was not to miss the opportunity, if he wanted to cultivate immortality, he must at least enter this circle.

But now after carrying the woman back, he didn't think so much about what to do.

Sitting on the stool, Qin Li's heart was flustered. He had never felt this way for more than two years, even in those moments when he almost died, he didn't feel this way now.

It is both the fear of death and the panic of the unknown.

Qin Li wiped his rain-stained face with his hands, his eyes were dull, his spirit was not here at all, but he was thinking about what he should do if this woman woke up and misbehaved him.

Suddenly, Qin Li's eyes lit up, and he got up and walked to the room on the left. This room was where he kept sundries and collections, including mountain herbs, some books, and some farm tools.

Qin Li came to a dilapidated table, on which were piled a pile of simple books, including Yijing, Laozi, Zhuangzi and other Taoist classics, as well as some other books such as the Analects.

Qin Li often looks through it when there is nothing to do on weekdays, but what he is looking for now is not these.

Qin Li opened them one by one, and after dozens of books, Qin Li smiled, and he picked up the yellowed ancient book, with the four characters "Mountain and Sea Atlas" written on it.

This is the only thing that traveled with him, Qin Li has always treasured it, and will take a look at it from time to time.

It's just that there are no words in this book, it is a wordless book.

At first Qin Li thought it was the wrong method, but after using many methods, he couldn’t read the words. Later, Qin Li lost his mind and thought that the book happened to be next to him when he crossed, so he just Followed.

So Qin Li didn't put his hopes on it, but devoted himself to cultivating "Quegu Shiqi", but after all, it was the only thing that followed, so Qin Li didn't throw it away, just put it here, every ten days and a half months Take it out and double it.

Later, as he practiced the Qi Dao technique, he gradually found the sense of Qi, and had a special intuition for the Qi mechanism. Qin Li took it out and looked at it, but he still didn't feel anything.

Now Qin Li thinks of this book again, there is no other reason, because the only thing around him that may be an extraordinary thing is this book, he is also a dead horse as a living horse doctor, if it still doesn't work, then just be tough .

If it is really desperate, he is not afraid. He happens to have an Eight-faced Han sword in his hand, which is the reward he got from treating illnesses in the next village last year. The villagers in the countryside have no money and little knowledge. The Eight-faced Han sword handed down by his ancestors was given to him.

Qin Li hasn't really used it since he got it, but just hung it in the house, because it's not necessary, it's more useful to go down the mountain to cheat on weekdays...err... it's more useful to use the peach wood sword for chivalry.

Qin Li came to the main room with the books, opened the bench and sat down.

Gently flip the page that looked like it was about to shatter.

Opening the cover, the inside was still blank, Qin Li frowned, just when he was about to throw the book on the table impatiently.

On the blank paper, there was a sudden change, and a line of words slowly appeared.

………………

"Mountain and Sea Illustrated Record"

Enter the ghost...

Name: Sito

Race: Han nationality, also known as "demon"

Species: Plant, White Vine commonly known as Guisuo, poisonous.

Potential: two stars

Territory: Southwest dense forest, mutated in 1910 (into fine).