Ordinary Cultivation of Immortals in Shushan

Chapter 121
Bubbles bubbled up from the surface of the sea, and all the monks flew into the air, waiting in full force, and the side of the ship was also full of warriors holding iron forks and spears.

Some people were so nervous that their faces were distorted, and some cursed in a low voice: "It's unlucky, I was fine last time, why did you come to my class, and the sea monster came."

After a while, fish monsters appeared one by one on the sea surface, raised their spikes, and nailed them to the boat, with their two arms staggered, they kept going upwards, and soon reached the deck.

Just as Meng Qiu was about to make a move, he suddenly noticed that none of the monks in the air moved, so he forcibly held back.

As soon as the fish monster showed its head, the warriors shouted together, stepped forward, stabbed forward with their iron forks and spears, and just hit the fish's head.

Dozens of boats were doing this at the same time, and the fish monsters screamed and fell off the boat one after another, the sound of thumping and thumping was endless, like dumplings being thrown into a pot.

Those fish monsters that fell down couldn't be rescued by their companions, on the contrary, some fierce monsters would bite with their mouths open, tear off a piece of flesh with scales and skin, and chew it in.

This lasted for half an hour, the scene was bloody, the color of the sea water had become turbid, thousands of fish monsters died, and they kept climbing up.

The warriors were already out of breath, and many of them were negligent, and were stabbed by the enemy's dying counterattack, fell into the water, screamed a few times, and died instantly.

The ship is not a city, there is a fixed number of supplies, and it is impossible to bring more people, and it is impossible to alternate battles. Seeing that the momentum is getting weaker and weaker, some fish monsters have already jumped into the ship.

The captain begged loudly: "Brothers, I can't stand it any longer, please be merciful to the immortal master, and let all monks take action!"

All the monks elected a well-known foundation builder as the leader. He nodded and fired a smoke bomb into the air, which exploded in mid-air with a bang. The red light was bright and could be seen for dozens of miles.

Immediately, some monks couldn't wait to release magic weapons and spells, hitting the fish monster like raindrops, screams and noises.

Meng Qiu was one of the few foundation builders in the fleet. He was in charge of protecting the larger ships in front, busy using flying swords, shuttled non-stop, and killed all the fish monsters hanging on the side of the ship in just one round trip.

So again and again, the qi training monks under him are not very able to intervene.Those warriors were also dumbfounded, with expressions of relaxation, reverence, and envy on their faces.

There was also a young man who was unwilling, and roared: "Since you have this kind of ability, why didn't you make a move early, and insisted on watching my brother die."

Someone immediately pulled him back and said: "This kid got on the boat for the first time, he was dazzled by blood, talking nonsense, I implore the immortal master to be merciful, don't blame him."

Meng Qiu didn't bother to pay attention to it at all, and continued to use the flying sword to kill the enemy.

Only the worst flying sword in his hand was revealed, the light was mottled with earthy yellow, but it was purely made of metal, which was already very enviable.

Moreover, his swordsmanship is exquisite, although he tried his best to restrain himself, he was still much higher than others.Others couldn't see it, they only felt that he was able to handle it with ease, and even thought it was the power of the flying sword, which was misleading.

Meng Qiu cleaned up a round of fish monsters, and then observed from a distance how the other monks around him were doing.

Seeing that several foundation builders were not as relaxed as him, they couldn't help but frowned, restrained themselves a little, and told their subordinates to move.

Most of the rest are in the realm of Qi training, and most of the instruments they hold are mainly wooden, and a few of them are even empty-handed.

And no matter whether it is good or bad to build a foundation and train qi, the magic weapon is not very good.

People often think that if the cultivation resources are poor and the aura is weak, monks will naturally work hard to study skills to make up for it.This is not the case.

The so-called poor culture and rich martial arts is also true for cultivating Taoism.

Overseas monks and legal couples are all short of money and land. The monks are not running around looking for opportunities, or they are sitting all day long, meditating on Qi, in order to break through. How much time do they have to practice swordsmanship and Taoism?
Furthermore, the aura is thin, and the amount of mana accumulated in the body is not enough to squander it a few times.

Unlike Middle Earth, which has been passed down from generation to generation, monks already have enough knowledge and a stable cave residence, coupled with like-minded colleagues, it is of course convenient to practice spells.

It was a good kill, no surprises.After another hour, the fish monster dropped another two or three thousand corpses, and then receded like a tide, disappearing without a trace.

Meng Qiu was a little confused, didn't he mean Pioneer?Why is there no follow-up.

It just so happened that the leading Foundation Establishment cultivator came to get acquainted with him after seeing his profound Taoism, so he asked this doubt by the way.

This humane said: "The blue-bladed fish monster is very good at multiplying. Often, the number can increase several times in a few decades. Once there is not enough food, and there is a cold wave, it will attack and attack other groups around, no matter the sea monster or our group.

In this way, whether it is victory or defeat, it can consume some of the number of people in its clan.Moreover, they are not picky eaters, dead opponents and kin can be used as food to resist hunger and cold. "

Suddenly, Meng Qiu said, "I see. These fish monsters seem to be brainless. I never expected to have such awareness. It's just that there are plenty of species in the seabed, so why don't they migrate?"

"They don't have much ability, they can only live in shallow seas and surround the islands." The man said disapprovingly, "This kind of sacrifice is not a matter of consciousness, it's just instinct.

Don't say it's them, it's us monks, seeing that the number of people is increasing, the five minerals are drying up day by day, the spiritual trees can't grow, and there are not enough places to practice.

Maybe one day it will expand to the extreme, and they will be like these sea monsters, either killing each other, or building a few big ships, and returning to the ancestral land of Middle Earth. "

Meng Qiu was silent. He really couldn't empathize with this state of lack of cultivation resources.

There are countless famous mountains and scenic spots in China, and there are countless caves and blessed places. Finding a mountain at random is better than most of the islands here, and it is still exclusive.

Although he has also practiced flying swords, the materials are very easy to find, and later he has harvested various powerful magic weapons one after another.If it weren't for the Feijian and Fantianyin to be refined, the art of refining would have been almost wasted.

As for the pill, let alone.The old nun gave half of them one after another, and everything was available for external application and internal use, and now he completely forgot about collecting herbs and making alchemy.

The encounters since Zhuji came out of the mountain were either fighting swords with great factions, or dealing with loose immortals and earth immortals. He has almost never experienced such trivial things as guarding, killing monsters, and collecting spiritual materials, and has never been wasted.

In the past, Meng Qiu lamented that the rich and poor land had nothing, but from the central land to this barren place on the edge, he dared not think so again.

At this moment, he also noticed that there was a qi cultivator below, with gray hair and simple clothes, even because of his poor cultivation, he couldn't maintain the flying state for a long time. He landed on the deck just now, was besieged by fish monsters, and suffered some injuries.

Right now, the man poured out some hemostatic medicine and applied it on the wound carefully, even if it was scattered, his face twitched in pain, looking extremely poor.

When the leader of the Foundation Establishment cultivator gave an order, he hurriedly put away the medicine bottle, wrapped it carefully, put it in his arms, and jumped into the sea regardless of his fatigue, to catch those sea monsters, finally snatched one, cut off the spikes, and there was a satisfied smile on his face.

Meng Qiu sighed, stretched out his hand, and a vortex appeared in the sea a few miles away, and the water dragon landed on the deck with more than ten corpses of fish monsters.

He mobilized his mana, called the old monk to his side, and said, "A few things to ask you, these are counted as rewards."

Without waiting for the other party to speak, he said: "You are at this age, why do you still want to go to sea, is it for the children and grandchildren at home?"

"The younger generation has never married a wife and has no descendants." The old monk replied cautiously: "The whole purpose of going to sea is for my own cultivation."

"Oh?" Meng Qiu was puzzled, "For you, this trip to the sea is extremely dangerous and the rewards are low, and it may not be as good as you can do something casually on the island.

Besides, old age is approaching and it is difficult to build a foundation, so why not stay on land safely and enjoy the remaining years. "

Meng Qiu asked himself if it was him, let alone his age, he would be younger, once the road ahead is bumpy and the light is not seen, he might give up and go to the mortal world to marry a wife and have children.

"What the seniors said is very true, and the juniors have also thought about it, what are you doing so hard? You just dare not stop." The old monk said: "I am afraid that if you stop, you will lose your aggressiveness, and you will degenerate into a mortal from then on, and you will no longer be a monk."

Meng Qiu shook his head with a smile, and said, "What kind of argument is this? Is it possible that if you don't work hard, even if you have magic power, you are not considered a monk? The idea is too extreme."

The old monk lowered his head slightly, and said in a low voice: "My cultivation base is humble, and I don't know much, I just remember that when I first started, the master once said that cultivating immortals must be fought, and one must die.

Otherwise, once you slack off and fall into the world of mortals, what is the difference between mana and royal power and wealth?Empty fairy name.

I have been busy all my life and have achieved nothing so far. I am about to turn the rotten wood into dust, but I dare not forget this statement. "

Meng Qiu was taken aback in horror. If his body was clean, he might be sweating profusely.

Just fight!

I have been running around for years without purpose, even if the magic is in my heart, I have no hard work; I don't know how to use my heart when I have a treasure in my hand, is this a kind of slack?
　I recommend a book written by a friend, "Fengshen: I'm Not the True Immortal of Fortune", it's really wonderful.The update was slow a few times, and I was fascinated by reading this book.

　　


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