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Chapter 448 Do You See Me Still Have a Chance?

In the 222nd year of Wanhua, the spring equinox comes, willows bloom, and the garden is filled with spring scenery.

It's still dark in the Baimang Mountains in southern Xinjiang.

In front of the door of a small green mountain courtyard on the outskirts of Cangshanfang City, there was a sudden knock on the door.

I saw an old man grabbing the copper button in front of the door and banging on the wooden door, shouting: "Zidu, Zidu!"

"Here we come." A response came from the courtyard.

A young man with his hair in a bun put down a scroll of talismans in his hand, stood up, took a large cloak from the bronze hanger, put it on his body, and walked out slowly.

When he reached about ten feet in front of the door, he stopped, activated his spiritual thoughts and passed through the small hole in the door to confirm the identity of the visitor.

When the young man saw that the person coming was Old Man Lu next door, an acquaintance of Zhifu, he just passed through the formation restriction he had set up.

Of course, the boy was young and had little magical power, so the ban he set was not a powerful formation, it only served as a warning.

It is only a dozen or two miles away from Cangshanfang City. Although it is safe, there is still a chance that some dizzy Jie Xiu will come to visit one day.

Although this formation cannot defend against the enemy, once there is an intruder, a loud thunderous noise will be heard after this formation is activated, thus attracting the attention of the patrolling soldiers in the city immediately and seeking help for themselves. Get the best chance of survival.

It’s not that the young Li Zi didn’t want to set up a mountain-protecting formation like Cangshanfang City, but as a plant husband, even though he took care of thirty acres of spiritual land at one go and worked for six hours a day, he only made enough money in a month. Just got more than 600 low-grade spiritual stones.

"Uncle Lu, it's only three o'clock in the morning, and there's still a few hours before work begins. Why do you, old man, get up so early?" Li Zidu opened the wooden door and showed a hearty smile.

"You and I are just standing outside the door talking like this? The old man has brought you great news, which may save you several years of hard work. Are you sure you won't let me in?" Old Man Lu asked with a smile. road.

Hearing this, the young man in the night frowned slightly, then relaxed, turned sideways and said, "Uncle Lu, what are you talking about? It's dark and frosty in the mountains. Come in quickly and have a cup of hot tea to warm yourself up." body."

After being admitted to the hospital, Old Man Lu looked at Li Zidu and scolded him with a smile: "You kid slowly knew that it was frosty outside, so you must have been hiding behind the door to see the person clearly before opening the door? You are so young, but you are still alive. Aren’t you tired of being like a little fox?”

Hearing this, Li Zi shook his head slightly and said with a smile: "Uncle Lu is really joking. You must not have the intention to harm others, but you must have the intention to guard against others. I am not sure what if someone just pretended to be your old man's voice." Or maybe he’s wearing a human skin mask, it’s best to confirm his identity after all!”

As he spoke, he welcomed the old man into the hall and served him a bowl of warm ginger tea.

Li Zidu is a husband, and he only cultivated during the Qi refining period. The courtyard he lives in is not big, and it is not as grand and magnificent as those palace attics.

But after all, it is a place where monks stay. The house is not shabby and has a quiet feeling!

Old Man Lu took a sip from the bowl, and then said slowly: "This is Cangshanfang City, and those Jie cultivators don't dare to cause trouble here! I have been here for thirty or forty years, and I have never encountered this kind of thing." matter!"

Hearing this, Li Zi chuckled: "Didn't something happen to me five years ago in Gale Fang City, thousands of miles away? The kid was well prepared. What if he was unlucky enough to run into it?"

"You are so young, I don't know how you can be so thoughtful! But for monks, this is a good habit!" Old Man Lu said slowly. Speaking of this, he suddenly turned and asked: "Zidu, you must have accumulated a lot of spiritual stones over the years, right?"

Upon hearing this, Li Zidu's eyes flashed with a hint of wariness, and he sighed and said: "Uncle Lu, how many spiritual stones do you think we can save as husbands like us?"

"Stop pretending. It's been almost five years since you came to Cangshanfang City. You met with good luck as soon as you arrived. You became the husband-planter of the Cao family. You were given a full twenty acres of spiritual land, and you got five dollars every month. A hundred spirit stones, right?" Old Man Lu said slowly.

"Four hundred and twenty, how can there be so many as five hundred? Uncle Lu, they all say that cultivation is the land of wealthy couples. This is indeed true. In addition to consuming spiritual stones, the remaining skills, magical weapons, and elixirs are also used in cultivation. Which medicine does not require spiritual stones? The boy's monthly income is only a mere four hundred spiritual stones, so how can he have many left?" Li Zi sighed.

"Even if there is no surplus for two years, but three years ago, you rented another ten acres in one go. So it should be 610 coins per month, right? In addition to the needs for practice, you kid I don't usually drink or gamble, and I don't have a close friend in Tianxiang Tower. This saves me a lot of money. Do you dare to say that you don't have any spiritual stones left on hand?" Old Man Lu asked with a smile.

"Uncle Lu, you came here at night, is this all you ask?" Li Zidu sighed.

As he spoke, he had already separated out several strands of his spiritual thoughts. One strand was inserted into the storage bag, and the other was wrapped around the fireball talisman attached to his arm, looking ready to go.

Seeing this, Old Man Lu chuckled lightly and said in a low voice:

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore. Look, your muscles are tense all over your body. Zidu, you are still too young. Next time, remember to be loose on the outside and tight on the inside. You need to be calm, and then you will be like a broken string, leaving no room. Leave no room for yourself, and don't leave any room for others, making sure to kill with one blow. If you miss, get out and retreat quickly. Don't be half-hearted about fighting, and retreat to the city to seek shelter! This is the way to survive in Baimangshan City. , we and other low-level monks must adapt to the rules here, and then use them to strive for the greatest benefits we can get!"

"Thank you, Uncle Lu, for your advice!" The young man nodded and said.

But when he thanked him, he still didn't relax at all.

Seeing this, Old Man Lu didn't blame him, but asked again leisurely: "Zidu, you must have the qualification of three spiritual roots, right?"

Upon hearing this, Li Zi was silent for a few breaths, and finally nodded slightly: "The boy is indeed qualified for the Three Spiritual Roots, but it is a pity that he is from a lowly background and is not well-informed. He was practicing in the secular world before, and he only learned about it five years ago. The Baimang Mountains are a place for monks to practice, so we have wasted our time."

"It's a pity. You must be twenty-four or five years old now, right? It's hard to get into the Qingxia Sect at such a big age. Otherwise, if you enter the big sect, and you can endure loneliness so well, you will probably be able to do it in more than ten years. Can build a foundation!" Old Man Lu sighed.

"Uncle Lu, do you think I still have a chance?" Li Zidu couldn't help but ask.

"You don't have this chance. The minimum requirement for the disciples of those sects is the qualification of three spiritual roots, but what they want are those children, preferably four or five years old, and they are only over eight years old. You are too old now. Big." After finishing speaking, Old Man Lu took another sip of ginger tea and exhaled a white breath.

Then he said slowly: "Last time I had a drink with a good friend of the Niu family, I heard the other party talk about the various treatments of the disciples of that sect, which made me extremely jealous!"

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PS: These chapters are written from the perspective of a casual cultivator, and by the way, I add a supporting role for the readers! !

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