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

I am so happy that the book finally has a response, and he has heard of the drama "Si Teng". It seemed that it was about to come out at the time, but he wore it the night before it went live, and he only read the trailer.

The worry is that the preview information is limited, and it happened two years ago, so he has long forgotten what the trailer said.

But at the moment when he saw the defensive magic weapon, a light still lit up in Qin Li's eyes.

Qin Li's fingers touched the writing on the book, at the moment when they touched the defensive magic weapon.

Under the big characters, there is another paragraph of small characters.

"One piece of dharma robe, which can be worn on one's own body, does not get dirty, and can defend against the attacks of monks in the Qi training period."

Chapter 4 Defense Vestments

"Qi training period?" Qin Li frowned.

He doesn't know much about these things now, Qin Li raised his head and glanced at the room next to him, then pulled his gaze back.

Then touch the other two rewards with your hands.

"Soothe the nerves jade pendant, wear it on the chest to soothe the nerves and reduce anxiety."

Qin Li slowly read the displayed handwriting.

"It's useless." Qin Li said with disgust after reading the words in the book.

The fingers moved slowly down again.

"The nameless method, a basic breathing formula, if you practice diligently, you may have the opportunity to step into the door of a monk."

"Have a chance?" Qin Li's already frowning brows deepened.

"What is a chance? There is no name formula. It doesn't even have a name. It might be something. Don't choose." Qin Li said immediately.

"Then there is only one thing left." Qin Li cast his eyes on the last line of the paper.

"I'll choose you?" Qin Li said.

"The defensive magic weapon and the vestment are just right for me." Qin Li thought so.

With a thought in my heart, a blue light flashed on the book, and suddenly a cassock as thin as a cicada's wing appeared on the opened book.

Qin Li put down the book and carefully looked at the cassock that suddenly appeared.

The cassock is light blue as a whole, with many Taoist elements on it, which looks very elegant.

Looking at the gorgeous but not vulgar cassock in front of him, Qin Li couldn't help but look down at the priestly robe that was soaked through his body and was covered in mud spots.

Really, how should I put it?

The first two did not help him solve the problem. What's the use of holding the jade pendant to calm the gods? The nameless formula is even more outrageous. After learning it, it is only a chance to step into the monk's door, and it has no effect on improving his strength.

That is this cassock, although he doesn't know the status of this qi training period in this era, but it is a defensive magic weapon anyway, so it is more at ease to wear it on the body.

Qin Li glanced thoughtfully at the woman in the room, then took the books and cassock, and went to the room on the left.

When he came to the basket where the clothes were stored, Wang Huan bowed and took out a set of clean brown daily clothes from the inside, and put them on the table.

Immediately, he began to untie the cloth belt wrapped around his waist, and then took it off one by one, until he was completely naked at the end.

He picked up the towel hanging on the wall, wiped his body, and then quickly put on his daily clothes, then put on a pair of dilapidated but clean cloth shoes, and then put on the cassock.

After changing his clothes, Qin Li casually threw the changed Taoist robe in the basket, and then took the "Mountain and Sea Illustrated Record" to the desk to put it away.

After everything was done, Qin Li opened the curtain and came to the hall.

Qin Li came to the innermost part of the main room. On top of his head, almost at the chest level, a wooden plank was inserted from the earthen wall. There was a shelf on the wooden plank. On the shelf was a long sword, that is, the Eight-faced Han Sword.

He picked up the Eight-faced Han Sword placed horizontally on the wooden frame, and then sat down in the middle of the main room.

Putting the long sword behind the Eight Immortals table, Qin Li picked up the cloth bag thrown on the ground when he entered the door.

A mahogany sword, a yellow talisman, a small bag of glutinous rice, a gossip compass, and a Sanqing bell, these are all the things in the cloth bag.

Because when he came back, the cloth bag was pinned to his buttocks, so although the cloth bag was wet, the things inside were not wet, just slightly moist.

Qin Li untied the small cloth bag containing the spells, spread out the spells rolled up in a pile one by one, and placed them one by one on the Eight Immortals table.

These spells were drawn by Qin Li himself based on the descriptions in Taoist classics. He didn't know if they were useful. Anyway, they are very useful when doing things, and taking them out at this juncture is better than nothing.

Qin Li took a clean rag and began to wipe these things.

Time passed by every minute and every second, listening to the sound of rain in his ears, Qin Li calmed down rarely.

It was pouring rain outside the hut, and the sound of the rain was so loud that it almost covered up all the sounds, but inside the hut was really quiet, except for the sound of Qin Li wiping the magic vessel, there was no other sound.

The air in the house seemed to be stagnant, and the atmosphere was very dignified.

Qin Li wiped the things in his hands unhurriedly, turning his head to glance at the woman in the room from time to time.

"Cuckoo~"

Suddenly, Qin Li's stomach groaned.

Qin Yue stopped the movements of his hands, stretched out his right hand to cover his belly, feeling the powerlessness caused by hunger.

Qin Li licked the corner of his mouth, and looked helplessly at the room on the right.

Then he glanced at the sky outside the main room.

It was already dark outside because of the heavy rain, but now it was getting closer to night.

Qin Li struggled, then put down the Sanqing bell in his hand, got up and went to the room on the right.

Looking at the unconscious woman on the bed, she had an uncomfortable expression, her brows were tightly frowned, as if the woman had some nightmare.

Qin Li stood aside and watched for a quarter of an hour, and then slowly withdrew after finding that there was nothing to follow up.

Qin Li's judgment was that the woman should not wake up for a few hours, so Qin Li went out of the main room and walked along the wall to a side hut next to the thatched hut.

This is a kitchen with a size of no more than four or five square meters. There is only one earthen stove, one pot, and one water tank. Of course, there is a pile of dry materials beside the earthen stove.

Then there are some odds and ends. There are some cloth bags hanging on the surrounding walls. The cloth bags contain some seasonings, bowls and chopsticks, food and so on.

Qin Li lit a fire with flint, then stewed the only rice and bacon together, took a simple bite, and went back to the main room to sit down after eating.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and the sky was completely dark.

Qin Li was poor and had no money to light a lamp, so he would go to bed as soon as it got dark on weekdays, but today was different, Qin Li didn't dare to sleep, but still sat on the bench, holding the eight sides tightly with his right hand. Han Jian is ready to draw his sword at any time.