The barren mountains and fields are overgrown with weeds, and the small moon hangs thousands of miles high in the sky, but the night under the moon is still dark.
All the scenery is like a shadow, like thick ink poured into the water, the black is thick or light.
If a mortal is alone here, in such an environment where he cannot see his way around, the best way is to find a depression and cover it with some weeds to avoid the low temperature at night and possible dangers.
Such an environment does not have much impact on the monks who have spiritual consciousness and can survive. However, if they want to live forever, for the low-level wild cultivators, this world of cultivating immortals is equally cold and dark.
Occasionally, a gust of wind blows, and in addition to the rustling of some plant branches and leaves and some unknown noises, sometimes there are also some strange sounds.
Such as right now.
"Ah..." The voice rose and fell, and finally became hoarse and a little hoarse.
It sounds like a human voice, but the emotion contained in it is like a wild beast about to go crazy.
In a place with lush vegetation, a male cultivator was kneeling on the ground, breathing heavily, and even some weeds touched his face, but he didn't care.
Perhaps because he was tired from shouting, in the next moment, the monk's whole body was weak and lying on the ground. Soon after, some seemingly suppressed choking sounds were heard.
The cold ground, the dark night, the human-like and ghostly voices, real yet illusory.
With his face pressed against the cold weeds, Dai Xingzhou seemed to feel nothing. His eyes were dull and lifeless. Gradually, color appeared in his eyes and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He searched for the good things in his memory.
The Dai family in Wenfeng Realm is where he was born and grew up.
The Wenfeng world is a mortal world, and the Dai family is one of the cultivating families. The Xiuxian family is like an earthly emperor in this mortal world, asking for everything. He, Dai Xingzhou, is a direct descendant of the family. He was born into
An existence like the pride of heaven.
It can be said that the first half of my life was extremely luxurious. I could eat whatever I wanted and play whatever I wanted. Everywhere I went, I was groveling. Except for a few members of my family, everyone around me was subservient.
The only regret is that I practice too slowly and my lifespan is extremely limited.
Xuantu Sect is the real heaven in the Wenfeng Realm, but it only comes to collect supplies once every few years. It can be said that as long as there is no problem with the supplies, they, the cultivating families in the mortal world, can be said to have no constraints at all.
But the human heart will never be satisfied. If there is too much ultimate enjoyment in the world, it is inevitable that we will want more pursuits.
The world of cultivating immortals is beautiful. This fact is not doubted by the families of cultivating immortals in the mortal world. Although almost all of them leave and rarely come back, they also think that the world of cultivating immortals is too beautiful and they don't want to come back and suffer.
A better cultivation environment means that it is easier to advance, and it means that you can have more longevity. Who wants to stay in the cage-like mortal world? This is the understanding of almost all monks from the mortal world.
Therefore, with continuous efforts, Dai Xingzhou defeated all competitors and became a Xuantu Sect handyman that was envied by the monks in the Wenfeng Realm.
From being like a proud son of heaven, to becoming a lowly handyman, only those who have experienced the ups and downs can understand it. Fortunately, the handymen around him are the same as him, more or less balanced, and they just want to do it as soon as possible.
Complete the period of handyman service and then leave.
When he left the Xuantu Sect, he was in high spirits, as if the former favored son of heaven had returned. Even if the sect told him that as long as he submitted a hundred middle-grade spiritual stones in the future, he could use the Xuantu Sect's teleportation array to return to the Wenfeng Realm. At that time, he
There are only a few low-grade spiritual stones worth, so I think this won't be a big problem.
But when he actually entered the world of immortality, he was dumbfounded.
The world of cultivating immortals is so big that one pair of legs cannot run down it, but the places you walk through are like no man's land.
Although there are sporadic towns and cities, they are only for Qi cultivation and do not have spiritual stones, so they are destined to suffer from the cold and warmth at the bottom of the world of immortality.
Time is wasting, and even if you finally become a perfect being at the ninth level of Qi training, you can only live like a lonely ghost with no foundation-building pills and no hope. You can only wait helplessly for the day when your life span is exhausted.
It would be fine if it had always been like this, but when he compared his past life, Dai Xingzhou felt that choosing to come to this world of cultivating immortals was the stupidest decision he had ever made.
The impermanence and helplessness of fate
Living without hope
hoarse
When the cold wind blows
Strong
Learn to tremble alone.
He knew he was abnormal, but he didn't care. If he didn't yell, it would be difficult for him to continue living in this hopeless place.
Until some time later, a very sudden sound sounded not far away.
"Hey, fellow Taoist, can we chat?"
Zhou Tai has been here for a while, but when he saw the other party's strange behavior, he chose to wait for a while. Logically speaking, as long as the other party's spiritual consciousness spreads, he can easily discover his existence. He also wanted to let him know
The other party took the initiative to find out, but the other party had no sense of crisis as a monk at all, and his spiritual consciousness was not emitted at all. Thinking about it, he might have been a handyman once, and he was used to holding back his spiritual consciousness. Until this moment, he felt that the other party's emotions had calmed down.
, before he spoke.
An unfamiliar male voice sounded, and the lying monk seemed to have changed into a different person in an instant. He jumped up and faced the direction of the call, with a posture ready to take action or escape at any time. At the same time, his spiritual consciousness was also released immediately.
out.
His ugly appearance may be seen by the other party, so Dai Xingzhou's first thought is to kill someone to silence him.
"Senior...what do you want!" After realizing that the other party was standing in mid-air, Dai Xingzhou immediately judged that the other party was a foundation-building monk, and there was a hint of bitterness in his voice.
"Nothing, just a simple chat."
Looking at the other party's beggar-like clothes, Zhou Tai flew closer.
"Senior, aren't you a sect monk?" At this time, Dai Xingzhou also saw clearly the clothes Zhou Tai was wearing. It didn't seem like a sect disciple. When he thought about it if he was a wild cultivator building the foundation, there seemed to be a light in his eyes, but it was quickly extinguished.
If he goes down, he will be a wild cultivator with nothing and no chance at all.
"Is there anything important? We are destined to meet here today. If you don't mind, you can have a drink with me."
While saying this, Zhou Tai took out two jars of wine from his storage bag and threw one jar to the other party. He didn't have much in stock, but now it was time to use wine to close the distance between them.
Subconsciously, he took a jar of wine in his hand, looked at the monk opposite, and then at the wine. Dai Xingzhou chose to open the wine seal, and then a smell of wine floated into the air.
Although he could tell from the smell that this wine was much different from what he had drunk before, he couldn't help but swallow his saliva after not having a drop of wine for decades.
"Follow the arrangements of the seniors!" Dai Xingzhou thought about it. Even if it was poisoned wine, he was no match for the monks in the foundation-building stage. He just wanted to get drunk now and didn't want to think about anything else.
"Okay!" Seeing that the other party came forward, Zhou Tai didn't talk nonsense and took out some food. How can there be no food without wine? Although it is not rich, except for dried meat and dried fruits, it can still be eaten.
It’s time for food and drinks.
In the wilderness under the moonlight, the second cultivator began to drink heavily.