Cultivating Immortality: Starting from Ferrying Passengers

Chapter 55 Snow Falls on the Blue Sky
Sometimes, it is not good to live too close to your creditor. For example, now, facing Wang Xinyu's offer to eat for free, Fang Jingxuan had no idea of ​​refusing.

Perhaps Fang Jingxuan's cooking skills also reached Wang Xinyu's ears. Not long after Fang Jingxuan moved in, when Wang Xinyu visited her at noon, Fang Jingxuan just said a casual polite remark, but she actually stayed for dinner.

From then on, Wang Xinyu would come here from time to time to have a meal, but of course he would not come empty-handed. He would always pick up something, either the flesh and blood of monsters or some spiritual herbs and medicines.

This also gave Fang Jingxuan some benefit. Only after seeing Wang Xinyu's preferences, Fang Jingxuan could understand why the body of this female cultivator under her Taoist robe was so strong.

Wang Xinyu likes to eat meat and take various body-strengthening elixirs as supplements. Over time, his physique has naturally become very strong.

After following Wang Xinyu for such a long time, Fang Jingxuan felt that his body-building skills needed to be improved.

Taking the monster flesh and blood from Wang Xinyu, Fang Jingxuan asked curiously:

"Friend Wang, you always indulge in meat. Is there any reason for this?"

At this time, Wang Xinyu rolled up his sleeves, walked to the wooden corridor, looked at the fish swimming below, and tried to catch two.

This action scared the fish so much that they ran away. Wang Xinyu laughed a few times when he saw this.

"This is the philosophy of my sect, a method of nourishing oneself with food. Our sect emphasizes refining essence into energy. We believe that what you eat nourishes what you need. Eating more monster flesh and blood can strengthen your physique. This way, you can achieve twice the result with half the effort when practicing."

Oh, I almost forgot, Wang Xinyu is also a spiritual pharmacist, so it makes sense.

Seeing this, Fang Jingxuan stopped asking questions and went to the kitchen to light the fire and cook. Wang Xinyu ran to the pavilion next to him to tease Tuoyuan.

After a while, Fang Jingxuan fried two dishes, stir-fried vegetables with meat, and steamed carp.

How did fish come about?

Just catch one in the yard. These fish are not only for viewing, but also for food. Fang Jingxuan raises them and feeds them with spiritual rice from time to time, not just for the sake of appearance.

Cook a pot of spiritual rice and add some light fruit wine, and you have a simple and delicious meal.

The two of them ate silently at the stone table in front of the house without saying a word. Just by looking at Wang Xinyu's happy expression, they knew how good Fang Jingxuan's cooking skills were.

After finishing the meal, Wang Xinyu strolled away contentedly with her hands behind her back. Fang Jingxuan used a small water-based spell and threw the rolled-up food scraps into the pond in front, attracting many fish to scramble for the food.

Looking at the fish fighting for food, Fang Jingxuan was silent for a few breaths, as if he saw his own figure.

So he turned around and walked back into the house and started a new round of drawing talismans.

Time flies and it is December. It has been almost two months since Fang Jingxuan bought this property.

The weather is getting colder and colder. These days, even independent cultivators with low cultivation levels have to worry about supplies for the winter.

The weather is freezing cold, and all businesses are declining. Caravans engaged in cross-border transportation and trade do not like to travel far in winter.

This is because in winter, the monsters lack food and become more active, and the frequency of attacks on caravans also increases greatly.

Finally, the caravan leader did the math and found that the spirit stones he earned from one trip were not enough to cover the cost of hiring guards, so he gave up the idea of ​​going out.

When the caravans stopped operating, the prices of goods in the market began to rise quietly, until some caravans were willing to take the risk to earn the spirit stones. Only then would the prices drop a little to achieve a balance between supply and demand.

But no matter what, the winter market is not as comfortable as the summer market. One day, Fang Jingxuan sat alone in the courtyard watching the snow.

It is also interesting to see the falling snow quietly merge into the water without causing a ripple.

Tuoyuan was drowsy beside him. The cold weather activated the sleepiness in his body. Although he didn't hibernate, he had been feeling listless recently.

For this purpose, Fang Jingxuan renovated a greenhouse for Tuoyuan, and operated a small fire magic circle inside, which made Tuoyuan like to stay in it when he had nothing to do.

However, no matter how much he likes staying in the greenhouse, Tuyuan has to accompany his master to watch the snow. Although he doesn't know what's so beautiful about the snow, his master must have his reasons for liking it.

Fang Jingxuan did not use his internal energy to protect himself. After a moment, the fine snow covered his entire body, dyeing him white.

As time passed quietly, after a long time, Fang Jingxuan got up, shook off the snowflakes on his body, and walked into the house.

At this moment, a sense of tranquility was brewing in Fang Jingxuan's heart. This was the tranquility of heaven and earth, with snow falling and only he was alone with his thoughts.

Maintaining this state of mind, Fang Jingxuan came to the place where he usually drew talismans. Without looking closely or thinking, he just picked up the pen and started drawing.

The talisman configuration that used to require careful detection with spiritual sense is now familiar to him. Fang Jingxuan has drawn this silent note no less than five hundred times.

After a series of quick strokes, Fang Jingxuan completed the work in one go. Only after he finished did the artistic conception of 'snow falls into the azure sky, all sounds cease, and the heaven and earth fade into a scroll of white scriptures' quietly fade away.

After savoring the thought for a few breaths, Fang Jingxuan smiled silently. Regardless of the talisman, his state of mind had improved slightly compared to before.

The improvement of one's state of mind will be of great benefit to breaking through the bottleneck of one's realm in the future.

Everyone likes epiphanies, and epiphanies mean breakthroughs.

Fang Jingxuan has not yet reached the realm that requires a breakthrough, but his improved state of mind has made his attitude towards things more peaceful.

Calming his mind, Fang Jingxuan cast his gaze on the talisman he had just drawn.

This is a talisman that looks slightly different from the silent notes I usually draw.

Every silent note Fang Jingxuan had drawn before had to strictly adhere to the eighteen styles of talisman configurations. However, this time, although the configuration was the same, there were some subtle changes in the structure.

Picking up the talisman, Fang Jingxuan looked at it carefully. After a moment, he bent his hand and flicked it, and the talisman ignited silently.

Suddenly, a feeling of tranquility, as if I was the only one walking alone, with heavy snow all over the sky, enveloped the area within a radius of two meters.

Half a minute later, this feeling quietly faded away.

At this moment, Fang Jingxuan came out of this feeling. He finally knew for sure that his silent note was very different from the previous one.

The silent notes I drew before were just without sound, but they would never have this kind of artistic conception.

Can the silent notes drawn today still be called silent notes?
Perhaps it should be called a meditation talisman or a soothing talisman, and this kind of talisman has a much greater effect.

Thinking of this, Fang Jingxuan eagerly opened the attribute panel. He wanted to know what level he had reached in talisman making.

(End of this chapter)