The sun is scorching.

A pergola was set up in the field, and Zhou Yi was lying on a soft chair.

After savoring the iced sour plum soup, I read the narrative called "The Legend of the Three Yings".

"Chapter 309: Love becomes enemies, who will suffer torture... It's well written, huh? Why is it gone afterwards!"

Zhou Yiteng sat up from the chair. After repeated confirmation, the author of the book was eunuch. Perhaps he had earned enough spirit stones, or perhaps he died of old age, and it was a pity that he could not see the end.

The owner of Jingxuzhai has a very complicated collection of books, and Zhou Yi is not picky, so he borrows all the books to read.

Such as notes, biography, anecdotes, even novels about the world of immortal cultivation, and critical reading of some spring and autumn.

This volume of "The Legend of the Three Heroes" is a masterpiece in the story book, and the description of fighting is extremely exciting. Of course, the protagonists in the book are all geniuses of a generation, and the real world of immortal cultivation is right in front of you.

Not far away, Gu Chen, the neighbor of the house, exhausted his magic power, and came over to drink cold drinks with a familiar one.

There are two recliners under the pergola, and the other one is prepared for Gu Chen.

"Comfortable."

Gu Chen drank three large cups in a row and breathed a sigh of relief.

The monks are invincible with cold and heat, and they still have a sweet and refreshing taste, otherwise they will become stones.

Then he glanced at the words on the table and shook his head and said, "It's useless to read such a casual book. The person who wrote it should be a monk, but he probably has gone crazy."

Zhou Yi smiled and said, "Brother Gu, everything you do is useful or not, wouldn't you live too tiring?"

Gu Chen was silent for a while and said slowly.

"You are still young. When you reach my age, you know that you have little life and a lot of things. You can't wait to be able to live two days a day."

"This is called having a hope of living."

Zhou Yi didn't know how to comfort him for a moment. The two of them had known each other for four years and basically met every day. They had already learned about each other's origins.

Gu Chen practiced the ancestral martial arts. He was over thirty years old when he entered Xiaodan Mountain. Now he is over 80 years old, and he is still trapped in the third level of Qi Refining. He has basically cut off the path of Tao.

The fourth level is the middle stage of Qi refining, and there is a bottleneck that is not a bottleneck.

The monks with three spiritual roots and even better qualifications survived without any feeling, but it has troubled Gu Chen for more than 20 years.

Of course, it has a lot to do with Gu Chen's farming day and night in recent years and basically no time to practice hard.

"Ben Tou? Hoho, the spiritual roots will determine the life of the monk!"

Gu Chen laughed bitterly, and his voice was a little sad: "How can I not know how to read? I also need to spend the spirit stones when borrowing classics. It is better to save it. Pay off the debts of the cave earlier. After getting the land deed, it will be a family inheritance."

In the cave in Xiaodan Mountain, if the monk pays off his debt before his death, the land deed can be passed to descendants or disciples with spiritual roots.

There are rare spiritual roots, and there is no one in all mortals.

Gu Chen married many wives in the mundane world, and only a few years ago had a grandson of four spirit roots, and then he began to farm and earn spirit stones.

Xiaodanshan Cave does not prohibit Taoist couples from moving in, but does not allow family members to live together. This move has promoted the sales of the cave and basically prohibits family forces from obstructing disciples of the Danding Sect.

Gu Chen paid off the debts of the cave where he lived, and then changed it to another cave to practice, and his grandson lost the pressure of borrowing.

"We have let this cave exploit it for most of our lives, and we can't let our grandson suffer."

"Brother Gu is right."

Zhou Yi nodded and said, "The family has passed down from generation to generation. Perhaps one day, two spiritual roots or even heavenly spirit roots will be produced, and they will directly join the Danding Sect and transform into the master of Xiaodan Mountain."

Gu Chen smiled and said, "Just like the Ling family?"

The Ling family was like Gu Chen. Two monks in the clan farmed in Xiaodan Mountain, but as a result, a granddaughter with two spirit roots was born at home, and they became official disciples of the Danding Sect in one fell swoop.

My uncle and grandfather are expensive because of his granddaughter, so he doesn't have to plant land anymore, so he arranged errands in the office.

"No one can say it correctly in real time."

Zhou Yi said: "So mysterious and unpredictable, isn't it the charm of the world of immortal cultivation?"

"Haha! We have been practicing Taoism for a hundred years, so we can see it clearly as much as you, a young man."

Gu Chen did not forget to use his skills when he was chatting. While he was talking, he restored some of his magic power and stood up to water the spiritual field.

Zhou Yi drank another cup of sour plum soup, left the remaining half of the jar, and left with the book in his hand.

...

Trading area.

Zhou Yi put his hands in his arms and walked around the streets.

When I met the monk I knew, I nodded with a smile and said something unnutritious. It was basically good recently, but it was okay if I made up for it.

Take a look at each store, inquire about prices, and accurately grasp market trends.

The items placed in street stalls can be used, and the price is 20% or 30% lower than that of the store. It’s just that the quality is mixed, the truth is mixed, and there is no certainty that the world is just looking for a pit.

There are often rumors that a certain monk picked up a bargain at a street stall, and a few spirit stones were worth hundreds or thousands of dollars.

Zhou Yi just listen to it, be a joke, smile and have a happy life, whoever believes is a big fool!

It's coming.

When I saw Dao Ren Hu who was selling wine, his hair was gray and his Taoist robe exuded a strong smell of wine lees. When he spoke, he showed two big front teeth.

There were about twenty jars of wine on the stall, sealed with red mud, and numbers ranging from one to twenty were pasted.

People who often visit know that Dao Ren Hu only knows that "Red Rainbow" can only make a kind of spiritual wine. When the wine is poured into a cup, it is like a red rainbow hanging in the sky, blooming with light and radiance, hence the name!

Zhou Yi squatted in front of the stall and asked, "Lao Hu, why are you willing to sell 20-year-old spiritual wine today?"

Dao Ren Hu grinned and said, "Hehe! We'll be happy, but I won't tell you!"

"Okay! This jar is cheaper for twenty years, and I will sell it to you for five spirit stones."

The price offered by Zhou Yi is not low, and it basically emptied all the remaining wealth. Fortunately, life span is unlimited, so there is no need to use spirit stones and spiritual pills to improve your cultivation.

Dao Ren Hu hesitated for a moment, and for the sake of Laoke's face: "I'll sell you."

Zhou Yi paid the spirit stone and left with a jar of wine.

Come all the way to the southeast corner of the trading area.

Jingxu Zhai.

Zhou Yi walked in and saw two monks negotiating.

What we sell here are martial arts, magic and jade slips, and collecting classics is just the hobby of the owner of Jingxuzhai.

The master's name is Jingxu, who is one year old and still has black hair, which is no different from his age of thirty or forty. It is said that he took the stamina pill when he was young, so he could maintain this appearance until his life was over.

Until the monk paid the spirit stones and left the shop together.

Zhou Yi brought the wine to the counter with the "Three Yings" and placed it on the counter.

"Senior, I feel itchy and irritated when I read the second half of this book."

"It's so good-looking?"

Jingxu said: "Instead of reading the absurd stories in this book, it is better to read a few farming notes and maybe you can collect a few more liters of spiritual rice."

"That's really boring!"

Zhou Yi smiled and said, "Our personality and talent probably have no chance of being with the description in the book. Can't we still have some fantasies?"

"Hahaha, right!"

Jingxu immediately smiled happily, and directly lifted the lid of the wine jar, smelled the smell and poured it into his mouth.

Gudong Gudong!

After half a jar of wine, Jingxu wiped his mouth and handed the rest to Zhou Yi.

"The guy Hu Dao Ren is not very good by nature, but this spiritual wine brewing method is becoming more and more mellow!"

"That's right, otherwise Lao Hu could be so carefree!"

Zhou Yi finished drinking half a jar of wine, and the spirit wine was transformed into all limbs and bones, and used the Guiyuan Jue to refine magic power, which was comparable to the ten days of retreat.

"happy!"

"You guy is interesting, you have a happy life."

Jingxu took out a book from the counter: "The author of the story has not written yet. I personally urged him to take this book back and read it yourself, so don't spread it to others."

"Um?"

Zhou Yi's expression was slightly condensed, and he borrowed hundreds of books from the old Taoist Jingxu. This was the first time he gave a special advice.

He took the book with both hands and saw the name on the seal.

"An Essay on the Analysis of the Spiritual Qi of the Pure True Lord".
Chapter completed!