There was a sea of ​​energy around him. Su Nanqiu felt like he was walking in the clouds. He stretched out his hand and was covered with mist.

"Is that a big deal?"

Su Nanqiu looked around in surprise.

The surrounding area was covered with whiteness, and his heart sank, but he was still unwilling to accept it. It was so uncomfortable to die like this. So he walked a few steps forward and saw a waterfall hanging straight in the sky and running down the sky.

The sound of the waterfall suddenly appeared, like the Milky Way hanging upside down, shocking.

"Damn it! Awesome!"

Su Nanqiu exclaimed.

Below you can see the scene of fighting in a vague way, and the sound slowly came into your ears, which was the shouts of killing.

Looking closely, there were corpses everywhere, and people with demonic appearance were massacring all the remaining soldiers of the Great Zhou Dynasty. The soldiers were chased into a cave, and then they screamed in endless miserable voices.

Just when Su Nanqiu was surprised, a red light rushed over from the waterfall in the distance. He couldn't dodge and was directly hit!

"ah!"

Su Nanqiu sat up from the bed, sweating profusely.

"Young Master!" A Qi hurriedly ran over and squatted beside the bed, "Young Master, are you getting better?"

He immediately reached out to touch A Qi, and after he really touched his nose, eyes and mouth, Su Nanqiu slowly let out a breath.

It turned out to be a dream.

"How many days have you been?" asked Su Nanqiu.

"The Great Week 33rd, March 28th," said Ah Qi, "It's the fourth day we left home."

Su Nanqiu frowned, "I've been in a coma for three days?"

"Yes." Ah Qi said, "but the journey was not delayed. We were rushing. During this period, a middle-aged woman came to see you and said that it was a disordered breath but it was nothing serious."

"Okay..." Su Nanqiu continued to lie on the bed. At this time, he didn't feel anything wrong, but he just fell into a coma for three days for no reason. There was indeed something strange here, so he closed his eyes and saw the book again.

Put your hands gently on without any movement.

I cut my finger with a dagger and dripped a drop of blood on it, but there was still no movement.

After turning a few pages, there were still blank pages.

I picked up the pen and wrote the word "Panzi" but nothing appeared.

Su Nanqiu was depressed. No matter how he used to toss the book, it still had no response. It seemed that he had not found a way, or that he had to have any opportunity to open it. Su Nanqiu could not do it.

At this moment, the door outside the house rang.

An anxious figure rushed into the room directly. Su Nanqiu tilted his head and saw that it was a woman, probably the middle-aged woman in A Qi's mouth. There was also a golden talisman emblem on her arm with a word written on it.

Heal.

She is Yun Ye, the one in charge of the healing talisman among the Golden Fu Guards.

Yun Ye walked to Su Nanqiu's bed, looked down at him from a high place, and asked coldly, "What did you eat?"

Su Nanqiu didn't even eat her style. She lay on the bed, closed her eyes and waved her hands, "Go out, I'm going to rest."

"A ray of qi appears in your body." Yun Ye said, "If you don't have the technique to melt this qi and turn it into your own use, you will die suddenly within three days."

"You have a way?" Su Nanqiu asked.

"No." Yun Ye shook his head, "Do you feel that the place in your dantian is being pressed by one hand?"

"No." Su Nanqiu felt very healthy.

"Do you feel chest tightness and difficulty breathing?" Yun Ye hesitated for a moment and asked again.

"No." Su Nanqiu said so.

Yun Ye glanced at Su Nanqiu meaningfully, turned around and walked out of the room.

"Will you die?" Su Nanqiu looked at his palm. It seemed that he cared about life and death so much for the first time. In that era, this was not a thing to worry about. No one would wonder if he would die, so people would embellish a series of emotions such as poverty, stupidity, discomfort, and sadness with the word death.

But no one will really die.

When this incident happened to him and needed Su Nanqiu to think about it, everything seemed ridiculous. He thought that the restart was destined to have an indissoluble bond with death before it even started.

This is the law of survival in this world? Life and death have become a big event. No one can help him protect his life except himself.

Life and property are safe...Sun Nanqiu smiled bitterly, it turned out that the world was so beautiful.

"That ears are so bad!"

He walked out of the bed, put on a piece of clothing, and walked out of the tent.

There were also soldiers on duty outside the camp. Not far away, there was a fire that was gathered up. There were two people sitting around. Su Nanqiu looked at him, one was Tong Qiu and the other was Cui Hao.

Sitting down around the fire.

Tong Qiu greeted him with a smile, but Cui Hao did not look back at him. He ate this piece of cooked beef and drank the wine in the wine jar.

Su Nanqiu was not seen, rubbed Tong Qiu's stomach and said, "Is there anything to eat?"

Tong Qiu immediately called the guard to wake up the kitchen and cook for Su Nanqiu. He handed a jar of wine to Su Nanqiu, and then murmured, "Sir, I heard a slight radiance appeared in your body?"

"Hongqi...what happened?" Su Nanqiu didn't know this.

"Ordinary people who are not cultivators may also have the aura required for cultivating Taoism in their bodies. If they can be used, they can also enter the stage of a monk. The aura in general will not be too much. A very small number of people will suddenly appear in their bodies. This qi requires better practices to resolve it, so as to enter the mortal realm in one step. This is a good opportunity for adults." Tong Qiu said.

"You have a way?" Su Nanqiu asked.

Tong Qiu was stunned and just sighed.

"The practices vary from person to person. There are hundreds of practices for a hundred casual cultivators. If they are not orthodox practitioners who follow famous schools and have guidance from experts, ordinary casual cultivators cannot practice the exercises at will." Tong Qiu said, "If there is a problem and go astray, the meridians will be cut off and die, and the worst will be lost and become a demon."

Su Nanqiu said, "Is this path of casual cultivator so difficult?"

"Yes, the lineage of the aristocratic families and sects in the world have very safe ways of practicing Taoism. They not only have various elixirs to assist, but also have the forces behind them to help each other. With the guidance of experts, there will certainly be no accidents in practicing the exercises. Moreover, those instructors are those who have already memorized the exercises in their hearts, and they will achieve twice the result with half the effort when practicing them." Tong Qiu said.

After taking a bowl of noodles handed over by the guard and handed it to Su Nanqiu, Tong Qiu continued, "But the casual cultivator is different. Even if he gets a secret book, he cannot understand everything. The text inside is profound. Even if one person succeeds, it is possible that when the second person practices, it is impossible to fail in various aspects such as breath, physique, etc., it is very difficult to open the mountain and establish a gate. However, it is definitely not easy to do it."

Su Nanqiu guessed, "But there are many rules in the sect and the admission of disciples is extremely strict, so there are so many casual cultivators, right?"

"That's natural." Tong Qiudao, "not only is it extremely strict to accept disciples, but you also need to have certain abilities to enter the sect and become an inner disciple. This is not a height that ordinary people can reach, so there are so many casual cultivators."

"As long as there are people, there will be classes." Su Nanqiu smiled, put the noodles bowl aside, then picked up the wine jar, took a few big sips, brushed the wine stains on his chin with his cuffs, and asked, "What's the best result for me now?"

"This..." Tong Qiu looked sad.

"Go to write, Beijing." Cui Hao, who had not spoken at this moment, suddenly spoke.

Su Nanqiu tilted his head and looked at it, not knowing what was said.

"Yimeng Mountain." After leaving these three words, Cui Hao turned around and left the bonfire.

"This guy has always been like this?" Su Nanqiu asked, pointing at Cui Hao's back.

Tong Qiu laughed, "Sir, you will get used to it after getting along for a long time."
Chapter completed!