darknovel Chapter 82 Two Years of Secluded Cultivation
Chapter 82 Two Years of Secluded Cultivation
Their words flowed like the sun and moon, and they ate dew and wind.
Life in the mountains and streams is simple yet fulfilling.
The horizontal lines in the cave have been erased and recarved, and five years have passed since then.
A golden bee flew across my fingertip; these were the eggs left behind by that bee.
It possesses extraordinary talent, and even though the spiritual energy in the streams and mountains is scarce, it has already cultivated to the third level of Qi Refining in just a few years.
Lu Qingyun's skills in cultivating spiritual plants were not neglected. To prevent cultivators from investigating, he did not plant them in the mountains, but instead deliberately hollowed out the mountainside and drilled a small hole at the top.
Sunlight streams through a small hole, illuminating the fields nestled in the mountainside, where even the golden rice cannot be grown.
The spiritual energy here is quite thin, making it difficult for the spiritual rice grown here to survive.
Lu Qingyun planted green corn.
A small spirit-gathering array was set up, which was barely enough for growth.
Another crop of green corn has grown, and Lu Qingyun thinks of Chen Daoren.
I remembered the magical wine brewed by Master Chen.
Lu Qingyun brewed several jars, and specially placed one jar opposite him.
Consider it a tribute to what happened back then.
This man was a fool. He was clearly told that the Zheng family was just threatening him, but he insisted on being driven by them and ended up losing his life.
"Hey! Immortal, are you there?"
The cowherd was shouting loudly again, and the villagers nearby laughed at him.
He's not a young man anymore, he's seventeen or eighteen now, and because he believes in immortals, he's still single at this age.
You know, kids in the mountains get married early.
At thirteen or fourteen, one reaches the appropriate age.
At fifteen or sixteen, one is considered old.
By the time they reach seventeen or eighteen, it's almost certain they'll be single for life.
There are already few girls in Xikou, so naturally they wouldn't be interested in such a crazy kid.
Even if he is quite handsome, it's a waste of such a good-looking face.
Lu Qingyun flicked a kernel of green corn, which landed in the cowherd's mouth.
Sweet.
The cowherd smacked his lips and his eyes lit up.
After consuming this spiritual rice, he was able to go without hunger for several days.
Even minor illnesses will heal on their own.
The cowherd knelt on the ground and kowtowed.
"Thank you, immortal! Thank you, immortal!"
The villagers nearby continued to sneer, saying that the kid was stupid and actually thought there were immortals in the world.
Lu Qingyun shook his head and did nothing more.
Whether he gives him spirit rice or not, the child seems to firmly believe it.
They firmly believe that there are immortals in the mountains.
Unfortunately, he didn't know that life outside, the life of immortals, was actually not as good as life in these mountains.
these years.
Lu Qingyun did not go out.
They did not leave Xishan.
But one could smell the growing stench of blood and the stench of war in the air.
The outside world is in chaos; to have such peaceful days is a blessing earned through countless lifetimes.
Why bother cultivating immortality and inviting trouble?
What's more, this child has no spiritual roots.
Yes, Lu Qingyun has investigated.
It wasn't that he was stingy with opportunities, but rather that this child was simply not meant for him.
A burst of magical power was unleashed.
【Minor Cloud Rain Technique】
Dark blue-green mist gathered in the mountainside.
As the green corn is planted, moisture falls precisely onto its roots.
This is called drip irrigation.
Over the years, Lu Qingyun's magic has become increasingly proficient.
This is why the green corn can still grow so lushly in such a place with so little spiritual energy.
If an ordinary first-level spirit plant master saw this, they would probably widen their eyes in disbelief.
In a place almost devoid of spirits, spirit rice can actually be grown.
Moreover, the manipulation of this magical power was incredibly subtle.
Even ordinary second-tier spirit plant masters probably can't reach this level.
After planting the spirit rice, Lu Qingyun took a sip of spirit wine.
He brandished the magic sword in his hand; it was offered to him after Li Fulai's death.
Although Li Fulai was poor, he spent most of his spirit stones on extravagance.
However, he still pays great attention to his own safety.
The attack that day prevented them from using their spirit sword and spirit armor.
Now Lu Qingyun has benefited.
The sword light flowed before my eyes, resembling green mountains and flowing water.
Gentle and slow, yet incomparably sharp, it cannot be ignored.
The green corn ripened in the stream, and Lu Qingyun's swordsmanship also improved by more than eight branches.
He seems to have a certain talent for swordsmanship; when he wields his sword, his pursuit of immortality is almost unconsciously reflected in his movements.
"Is this my sword intent?"
Lu Qingyun muttered to himself.
"Time is gentle, flowing unnoticed through our fingers; time is sharp, ruthless, turning hair white and beauty faded; and equally, time is eternal, and so is my relentless pursuit."
The sword in Lu Qingyun's hand moved faster and faster, and slower and slower.
He unleashed a single sword strike, without applying any magic.
A deep, long sword mark suddenly appeared inside the mountain.
Lu Qingyun sheathed his magic sword, knowing that his sword intent had been perfected.
This is his sword intent, the sword intent of immortality.
Lu Qingyun could sense that as his understanding of immortality deepened, this sword intent could become even stronger.
Buzz!
The golden bee flew to its side and fluttered its wings ingratiatingly.
"You little bee, you're in such a hurry."
Lu Qingyun lightly tapped its forehead and smiled.
He knew that the bee had finished refining the spiritual essence he had given it and was now asking him for more.
Its mother committed suicide to help it fake its death and escape.
Leaving only the bee egg, Lu Qingyun did not hesitate to cut the spiritual marrow he obtained from Li Fulai into many small pieces and feed it to the bee.
The essence of the spirit is different from the source of the spirit.
By refining the spiritual source, one can instantly break through to the peak of Qi Refining without any further cultivation.
But the essence can only help clear obstacles and weaken some barriers.
Fortunately, the bee did not disappoint him.
Even after reaching the fourth level of Qi Refining, the cultivation speed did not slow down.
Even refining spiritual marrow is now several times faster than before.
If it were in a spiritual vein, it might already be at the same level of cultivation as its mother.
Lu Qingyun sighed sadly.
Before we knew it, another three years had passed.
The cowherd from the foot of the mountain eventually got married. He took the magic rice and grew up to be handsome, attracting the attention of many young wives.
The cowherd chose one of the most spiritual ones, the one who believed most in the existence of immortals.
On their wedding night, Lu Qingyun remained silent.
A sliver of jade wine flew into the cowherd's jug, and after a toast, the cowherd felt instantly refreshed.
Ignoring the bride's astonishment, he tearfully thanked the mountain.
When you're tired.
He drank it with the bride, and the bride then vaguely felt that there really were immortals.
Lu Qingyun let out a long sigh, his expression growing increasingly grave.
He sent several golden bees to various places, and the news they brought back was indeed not very good.
Over the years, the stench of bloodshed outside has not only not diminished, but has intensified.
A spirit bee that flew back from the west told him that even more corpses had appeared there, and an entire village had been slaughtered, the perpetrator of which was unknown.
That place was thousands of miles away, but Lu Qingyun always felt uneasy.
He knew this was a spiritual feedback telling him that the place was no longer safe.
I'm afraid his period of seclusion is about to end.
Lu Qingyun glanced at the stream below the mountain and the spiritual fields inside the mountain, and remained silent for a long time.
Months later, a bloody smell and a cry startled Lu Qingyun awake.
"Immortal, save me!"
The cowherd broke down in tears; the area below the mountain had become an endless hell.