Mountains and giant beasts, cabins in the woods

After a meal of meat and wine, a cooperation agreement was reached happily with the cafeteria owner.

As a celebration, the owner took out a treasured large strawberry, cut it into eight pieces with a long knife, and distributed them to everyone.

Holding the red-skinned, white-fleshed fruit, Liu Xingmo couldn't help but think of the watermelon from his past life.

He took a bite, and the sweet taste filled his mouth, even giving his tongue a tingling sensation. The strawberry was so sweet.

He made a gurgling sound, picked out a few strawberry seeds from the skin, and spat them all out in one gulp. Seeds are such a nuisance.

That's the downside of things getting bigger. Small flaws that used to be easily swallowed are now quite bothersome. Like the segments of an orange or the fibrous strands of a mango.

There are also advantages: spitting out watermelon seeds and fish bones becomes much easier, and pomegranates become a rare delicacy.

After finishing his strawberries, Liu Xingmo said goodbye to everyone.

He turned left and right on the street, and finally arrived at a familiar place, Zhongcheng Pharmacy.

Window number 13.

Liu Xingmo smiled and asked, "Miss, have my things changed?"

The receptionist greeted him with the same warm smile: "Hello, Mr. Liu Xingmo! In addition to the two special potions, you also have the privilege of purchasing exclusive Wood Dao Elixir."

"Let me see the instruction manual."

"Yes, you can ask me any questions you have."

Liu Xingmo picked up a slightly thick book and sat down in a corner of the hall.

Upon opening it, one finds a dazzling array of medicinal herbs. From grass seeds to flower petals, from nuts to fruits, all kinds are available.

There were many unexpected things, but they were also reasonable.

Half of the population of Black Dragon Village are practitioners of the Wood Path. They quietly cultivate contracted seedlings into extraordinary seedlings, producing a large number of spiritual herbs every year.

Most of these elixirs were used by the practitioners themselves, while the majority were sold around the world in exchange for even more varieties of elixirs, allowing experts to further improve their skills.

It can be said that the Wood Path practitioners, who are essentially farmers, are the true foundation of Black Dragon Village. The Blood Path practitioners, who are essentially herdsmen, are responsible for protecting this achievement and providing labor.

This model of mutual help has lasted for hundreds of years.

Many families have several members in the blood and wood branches, and their annual income is guaranteed. They can also make a fortune in good years.

If one can cultivate both paths simultaneously, it will indeed bring tremendous improvement to a person.

Because contracted beasts and contracted seedlings serve very different purposes; one is labor, the other is a fixed asset, much like workers and fruit trees.

In the later stages of Blood Path cultivation, one has more Soul Imprints than one can use. But in Wood Path cultivation, no matter what stage one is at, one always feels that one has too few Soul Imprints.

Liu Xingmo envisioned the future, wondering how he would allocate his soul imprint.

In short, I have now stabilized my Blood Path cultivation and can now focus on improving my Wood Path cultivation.

Liu Xingmo came to the window and scattered a handful of silver and copper coins: "Give me one of each of these three kinds of Xuan-grade spiritual herbs."

"Okay, please wait a moment." The female receptionist got up and left to get the medicine from the medicine cabinet.

Soon, three oil paper packages were placed on the counter, and a fresh, natural aroma wafted out.

After confirming, Liu Xingmo then made his request: "One portion of yellow-grade insect eggs, two portions of fish roe. Also, give me three portions of Tranquilizing Flowers; these can slightly enhance the soul, right?"

"Yes. But may I ask, was it purchased for your wife?" The receptionist hesitated slightly. "You should know that this batch of medicine is exclusively supplied to certain individuals."

"No, it's for my magical beasts; they've reached the second tier." Liu Xingmo shook his head in denial, then asked, "But I think my wife is also qualified to use this kind of elixir, right?"

"You're right. I'll submit the application for you later, and it will be approved soon." The receptionist smiled sweetly.

"Thank you," Liu Xingmo replied with a smile.

Carrying the package, I left the pharmacy.

I could clearly sense that the staff were more friendly towards me. Just as clothes make the man, strength and talent are the most perfect attire for a cultivator.

Liu Xingmo arrived at the bus stop on Birch Avenue and waited for the bus.

Tonight, the moon is dark and the wind is high.

The howling wind sounded a low horn on the branches, and the rolling thick clouds completely obscured the stars and moon.

The night grew even darker.

Suddenly, a bright flash of light fell from the sky to the earth, instantly illuminating the sea of ​​trees where petals were falling.

Then, "Boom!" Thunder echoed through the darkened world, causing the new buds on the branches to tremble slightly.

The wind in the mountains gradually subsided, and in the stillness of the world, a light drizzle began to fall in the night.

Liu Xingmo retreated to the rain shelter on the birch tree.

This is a platform built of wooden planks among the branches, at varying heights and connected by steps and a cableway. Large grass blades form the roof, providing shelter from the sun and rain.

Liu Xingmo sat on a long bench with the others.

The thatched hut on the tree in the rainy night was silent, with only the fine raindrops incessantly pattering against the withered yellow leaves overhead.

The thatched hut on the tree in the rainy night was dimly lit, with only the faint light of the glass lamps illuminating the group of pedestrians returning home.

Liu Xingmo smelled the damp air, mixed with the earthy smell of dust.

This smells like a thunderstorm; hopefully, this rain will end soon.

"Ding-a-ling! Ding-a-ling!" A huge wild rabbit, wrapped in a rubber raincoat, burst through the curtain of water and arrived at the platform.

Pedestrians lined up in an orderly fashion to board the bus. Some, however, were unruly, including frail elderly people and bewildered children. Everyone pretended not to see them and let them go.

Liu Xingmo checked the package and confirmed that there were no leaks. He finally had a chance to squeeze into the carriage when the third bus arrived.

"Splash! Splash!" The rabbit's paws rhythmically stomped through the puddles. The flame of the oil lamp inside the vehicle danced in the murky glass with the slight bumps.

Outside the car window, the heavy rain blurred everything. The hazy mountain shadows blended into the dark gray clouds, and the whole world was silent in the sound of the rain.

Liu Xingmo leaned back in his chair, listening to the sound of rain, and gradually drifted off to sleep.

"Ring ring!"

"Ring ring!"

"Ring ring!"

……

After the bell rang for who knows how many times, Liu Xingmo blinked his sleepy eyes and looked towards the platform.

We've finally arrived at our destination.

He picked up his package and got off the bus, only to find that the heavy rain had already stopped. It was indeed a thunderstorm, and it only lasted for a short while.

He waded through the puddles and walked briskly down the spiral staircase. Other pedestrians getting off the bus also marveled at their good luck.

Liu Xingmo stepped onto the ground, where the ground felt soft, like wet flower petals. Raindrops continued to fall from time to time; these were the puddles on the branches of the giant tree.

Suddenly, a bright, clear white light shone across the earth, and the trees overhead and the flowers on the ground began to shimmer with starlight.

Looking up, the dark clouds parted, revealing half of the full moon, letting in a wisp of ethereal silver light.

A cool, clear voice rang out: "Xingmo, let's go home."

Liu Xingmo turned his head and saw the woman's face, as pale as the moon.

Sumali stood still in the silver light, spotless.

"Mary, let's go."

The man took the woman's hand.