Influenced by the Longxiang Temple and the ascetics, the Western Regions are full of temples and countless monks.

This is especially true in a desert like this.

You can often see monks wearing navy blue robes and bald shoes passing by together.

However, most of them are ordinary people, and only a few are true practitioners.

Lu Qingshan glanced at the little novice monk twice.

In addition to wearing the light red cassock that can only be worn by monks, the appearance of this young novice is also different from the usual appearance of people in the desert.

The young monk has red lips and white teeth, and a very delicate appearance. At first glance, he has a pure and unique bone structure.

Lu Qingshan can still feel a long-lasting energy from the body of the novice monk.

This is obviously a practicing monk.

It's just that he didn't know whether he had practiced special magic or had a special magical weapon. Lu Qingshan was unable to find out the specific cultivation level of the young monk.

The origin of this little novice monk is not simple.

Lu Qingshan came to a conclusion.

But that's not what he should be concerned about.

His top priority is to collect the information he needs.

"Sir, what should we do next?" After entering the desert where fire and earth elements were abundant, Qin Yitian liked this environment very much. Therefore, he became a lot more active. He changed his previous lazy temper and took the initiative to speak.

asked.

"First go to the store opened by the Dongque tribe monks and buy the most accurate map of the Mogao Desert." Lu Qingshan said.

When traveling in such a large desert, a map is definitely the most important thing.

Lu Qingshan grabbed a passerby and asked about the largest shop in the city.

In a city where monks and mortals live together, the largest shops must be opened by monks.

Following the instructions of passers-by, Lu Qingshan walked slowly for a long time, and the shop named "Dongque" appeared in his sight.

It can be seen from this name that the owner behind the shop is the leader of Dongque City, the Dongque tribe.

Slowly walking into the store, Lu Qingshan glanced around.

Although it is the largest store in Dongque Ancient City, there are not many monks in it, and it looks deserted.

However, the monks wandering around the store all have a roughness that is unique to physical cultivation, and their clothes are more casual and rough.

This situation must be attributed to the unique culture of physical cultivation.

Among the six major schools of cultivation, sword cultivation specializes in natal swords, and its demand for magical weapons is relatively low.

But compared to physical cultivation, sword cultivation is nothing.

Because body cultivation cultivates the physical body.

From the perspective of physical cultivation, too many magical instruments will affect and hinder their practice.

Moreover, in their philosophy, no matter how many and powerful external objects are, they are still external objects after all. How can they be as secure as their own bodies?

So a physical practitioner will often only have one or two magical instruments on his body, and some extreme physical practitioners may not even see a single magical instrument on his body.

In addition, most of the resources for physical training are used to purchase elixirs to strengthen the body.

So according to the statistics of good people, among the six cultivations, relatively speaking, body cultivation is the poorest.

Therefore, there is a saying: it is not the cultivation of the body that robs the Tao.

The skin is rough and the flesh is thick, making it a tough bone to chew? But he has nothing to gain from his body? He is so poor.

If you can't get along with these people, it's not a brain problem. What else could it be?

Lu Qingshan does not agree with the concept of physical cultivation, because in his opinion, the sword is definitely not a foreign object, but something as important as one's own life.

But at the same time? Lu Qingshan does not reject this concept of practice.

After all, the path of spiritual practice should be one where a hundred flowers bloom.

........

There was an old man with white hair sitting at the counter of the store, his eyes half closed, as if he was resting his mind.

Seeing Lu Qingshan come in, the old man didn't welcome him very enthusiastically.

This can be regarded as a characteristic of a wild place like the Western Desert.

In a prosperous place like the Southern Territory, with this kind of hospitality, it would be difficult to retain those legal cultivators who pride themselves on being superior to others.

Lu Qingshan didn't care. He walked slowly to the counter and said, "Old sir, can you give me the most accurate and detailed map of the Mogao Desert?"

Hearing Lu Qingshan's questioning voice, the white-haired old man opened his eyes and glanced at Lu Qingshan back and forth with his cloudy eyes.

"There are countless dangers in the Mogao Desert. Even the Dongque tribe, which has lived in the Mogao Desert for thousands of years, dare not say that they have fully explored the Mogao Desert."

"This map is made by the nine tribes putting together the maps of the Mogao Desert in their hands. There is no map in the entire Mogao Desert that is more detailed than this." The white-haired old man took out a map made of monster fur.

The animal skin map made, "However, the price is naturally high. I just wonder if this fellow Taoist can afford it?"

Lu Qingshan chuckled and said: "I should still be able to afford a map."

Paying the money with one hand and delivering the goods with the other hand, this map finally received Lu Qingshan's twenty fourth-grade spiritual stones, which is indeed worth a lot of money.

Lu Qingshan, whose assets far exceed those of ordinary monks, naturally does not care about this small expense.

"In this Mogao Desert, I wonder if the old gentleman knows the area where thunderstorms most often break out?" Lu Qingshan inquired tentatively.

Seeing that he had just concluded a big deal, the white-haired old man did not hesitate to talk to Lu Qingshan.

He unfolded the map and clicked on three places on the map with his finger, "Did you see the signs of these three places?"

Hearing this, Lu Qingshan quickly looked at the map carefully.

The map purchased at a high price was indeed drawn very carefully. Not only did it mark the settlements of various small human tribes in the Mogao Desert, there were even warning signs in places where monsters were active.

The three places pointed by the white-haired old man have corresponding thunder symbols.

"These three places are where thunderstorms occur all year round in our Mogao Desert," the white-haired old man explained: "This is the information provided by the Giant Bear Tribe.

The monks of the Giant Bear Tribe practice body-forging techniques that require the use of thunder to fortify the body, so they are very familiar with the thunder-prone places in the Mogao Desert."

"However," the white-haired old man paused, thought for a while, and said meaningfully: "If you need to use thunder to practice any magic, it is best to go to the two thunderstorm areas in the northeast and southeast, and the northwest one.

....If possible, it’s best not to go.”

"Please teach me, Mr. Lu." Lu Qingshan said politely, and his subordinate handed over another third-grade spiritual stone with a lively look in his eyes.

The white-haired old man smiled and swept the spirit stones into his sleeves and explained at the same time: "The first two thunderstorm areas are the training grounds for the monks of the Giant Bear Tribe.

Because the power of thunder there grows very regularly, from the outside to the inside, the thunder gradually becomes violent.

Even Qi Refining monks can withstand the power of thunder in the outermost layer for a while, but when it comes to the innermost layer, the power of thunder in it is difficult for even Nascent Soul monks to resist.

This kind of stability makes these two areas suitable for monks of all realms to exercise according to their own abilities.

But in this last thunderstorm area, there is no such stability."

The white-haired old man said with lingering fear: "The last thunderstorm area is already close to the deepest part of the Mogao Desert and is inaccessible.

It was discovered accidentally by a Nascent Soul elder of the Giant Bear Tribe. At that time, he thought he had found another treasure land suitable for body training.

Unexpectedly, he had just explored that area for a while, and while he was still in the outermost safe area, for some unknown reason, the originally weak thunder suddenly burst into frenzy.

The power of those thunders suddenly increased to such an extent that even he could not resist it. He could only escape in a hurry. Fortunately, he had not gone deep enough at the time, so he escaped from the restricted area in a short time.

But just like that, he suffered quite a lot of injuries. He came back to recuperate for several years before he finally recovered.

So since then, that thunderstorm area has been designated as a restricted area by the Giant Bear Tribe.

Even the great monk Yuanying is in such a mess, so it’s best for this young master not to get in..."

With the Night Travel Ancient Jade, the white-haired old man couldn't see through Lu Qingshan's cultivation, but Lu Qingshan looked so young and didn't have any trace of old age in him. Obviously, his real age was not that much older.

In the old man's mind, Lu Qingshantian was just a golden elixir monk, and most likely a foundation-building monk.

Lu Qingshan nodded slightly, "Thank you, sir, for your advice."

Although he agreed, Lu Qingshan knew in his heart that the place where the thunder fruit was located was most likely in a restricted area.

The reason is not difficult to explain.

The other two areas are the training ground for the monks of the Giant Bear Tribe. If there are really thunder fruits growing there, they should have been discovered by the monks of the Giant Bear Tribe after so many years. How could it have been there for more than ten years?

Later, he fully matured and appeared in the world, thus triggering that bloody disaster?

After getting the news he wanted, Lu Qingshan turned around and walked out.

When Lu Qingshan's figure disappeared into the shop, the white-haired old man narrowed his eyes and was silent for a moment. Suddenly he took out a communication token from his sleeve, and activated his spiritual power. A faint spiritual light suddenly flashed on the communication token.

"A forbidden area that even those in the Nascent Soul stage can't resist..." As he walked out of the shop, Lu Qingshan rubbed his brows with a headache.

The location of the thunder fruit has been roughly determined, but how to get it has become a problem.

The strength of a sword cultivator lies in attack, but defense has always been a big problem for a sword cultivator.
To be continued...