Feng Xue got up early after not sleeping well all night. Although she didn't have any dark circles, her expression was inevitably a little depressed.

Feng Xue, who knew that even if she was fine, would have to be scared to something wrong with him, sighed, and with the attitude of looking at death, he headed towards the place where the Taoist priests in the village built their huts.

This time he did not lead his subordinates, and only ordered ten Man Nu to follow him. After all, his opponent may be a monk. Whether the guards will turn against each other in the face of battle is a question. It is still safer for Man Nu.

Of course, it is not ruled out that the other party can use magic to make Man Nu rebellious. However, if he can even do this, then Feng Xue has nothing to do. Just wait to die.

One person, the ten barbarians walked all the way to the fields, watching the sparse farmers wandering like a vacation, Feng Xue was speechless. In previous years, who was not nervous, had to drive away birds and watch the sky at any time. Once there was a sign of rain, they would immediately catch them. But now, they were all like idle men, really...

"It's true that the sensitivity is not enough." Feng Xue sighed. He should have discovered it a long time ago, but it was a month late. Although he found out that this matter was not enough to be done a month ago, being vigilant is a problem in itself.

He plucked up his courage to come to the place where the Taoist priests built their hut. Feng Xue looked at the wooden house not far away, but was still unrestrained. He went up and knocked on the door twice, but did not hear anyone's response, and felt a little grateful.

But at this moment, a passing farmhousekeeper spoke:

"Young Master is here to find Taoist Master Kong Sangzi?"

"Well, I don't know where the Taoist priest went?" Feng Xue asked with the opportunity, and the villager shook his head and said:

"Master Kong Sangzi will go out every morning around Chen hour and will not come back until the time of the day. I heard that he is going to find a treasure land for cultivation."

"..." Although this is reasonable, Feng Xue doesn't feel it is reliable no matter how hard she hears it. The prehistoric world is full of spiritual energy, and there is no lack of spiritual energy at all. If you say you are a golden immortal, then you are a big boss and you are right, but you are just a rookie who can't even control a few bean soldiers. You have to find a treasure land to practice?

Well, as an outsider, Feng Xue is indeed a bit arbitrary to deny other people's practice based on guesses, but the problem is that since there is a need for cultivation, it means that there is a master and an elder. Since that is the case, is there no resources for cultivation in the master sect for cultivation? Must a minority generation come out to find it?

Or is this a person who jumped off a cliff to pick up treasures?

Maybe it was because he was suspected of stealing an axe from his neighbor. Anyway, Feng Xue thought that this Taoist priest had a problem.

Although I really want to investigate the residence of the Taoist priest, I thought about it carefully and gave up this idea. First of all, since they put it here like this, the possibility of clues in it is very low. Secondly, even if there is something special, the possibility of the other party not setting up their hands and feet is very low. Finally, even if there are both clues and no backup, Feng Xue's investigation will always be seen. At that time, it would be like a rude monk. It is not that he can trust the merchants, so he will not talk about whether anyone will be slandered. A monk always has the skills to speak.

"Chen Shi?" Feng Xue muttered to this time, as if she was thinking about something in her heart, but at this moment, the sound of dice suddenly came to his ear-

【Listen: 25/27 (Successful)】

Accompanied by the dice, Feng Xue's attention suddenly seemed to be pulled by someone carrying a thread, and pulled it to the housekeeper who was chatting not far away. Then, a slight but still clearly sounded suddenly said:

"You still want to practice like this? Are you dreaming?"

"What do you know? Yesterday, his brother asked the Taoist priest. The Taoist priest said that as long as you find the treasure land of cultivation, you can get it by wandering around there every day. What's the name... Well, by the way, it's called 'Cultivation of Yuxing'..."

"Really? You can become a monk by just a circle?" Another farmer looked completely unbelievable, and the other immediately swears:

"I heard Dao Dao say this with my own ear! He said that practice is to practice while walking, sitting and lying down. The method of practice is to speed up the absorption of spiritual energy. If a place has a high spiritual energy, you can become an immortal as long as you walk in this environment every day! I think, even if you can't become an immortal, walking twice a day and having a long life, right? Then learn two small magics, wouldn't you plant the fields when you lie down at home?"

"I have no prospects, I still farm after becoming a monk?" The farmer did not hide his contempt at all. The previous farmer immediately said:

"Then what do you say, you want to become a monk?"

"Of course I've made a lot of money! Spells! Haven't you seen that, well, do you sprinkle beans into soldiers? I cut down the trees after brushing them one by one. If I learn it, I will just get a group of bean soldiers to go to the city to pick up work as a coolie. One person can get more than a dozen people's money, and it will be fine to eat meat every day!"

...

The two merchants left while bragging, but Feng Xue frowned, and kept muttering the three words she had heard before.

“Cultivate in practice…”

Cultivating internally in the mind and externally in the action. This is naturally true. Practicing between walking, sitting and lying down sounds quite reasonable. Especially the practice of accelerating the absorption of spiritual energy, which sounds even more insightful. However... Feng Xue really doesn't believe that there is a world where you can become an immortal by just walking without doing anything.

Why?

Because there are saints in this world!

Is Kunlun Mountain powerful? Not to mention the Saint's Taoist Temple, it is a ruin of half a piece of Buzhou Mountain. It can be said that the entire prehistoric world is not as strong as the spiritual power in the earth. However, Jiang Ziya has been going up the mountain for thirty years and has practiced the orthodox Yuqing and taken the spiritual medicine nectar. She has just started to milk all the way and has not become an immortal in the end. It can be seen how important this kind of practice is to qualifications.

The monk before, he kept hunting smart people in order to make up for his own understanding flaws.

If you want to say that there are any secrets of magical skills that can swallow spiritual energy and need a place with abundant spiritual veins, Feng Xue will believe you three points, but if you want to say anything, you can practice by just leaving. Feng Xue will not believe you even if you die.

At this moment, Feng Xue was almost certain that the other party had other intentions.

After all, if someone asks you how to practice, just don’t say what you don’t want to say. After all, a monk is a cold profession and a guy who is more advanced than Wu Zhu. Even if you roll your eyes, the merchants dare not act rashly. There is no need to make up a panic to deceive people.

But he just made it up, and it was also very well-produced. People without any relevant knowledge couldn't even tell the difference. If it weren't for the rhetoric that had been prepared long ago, Feng Xue wouldn't believe it!
Chapter completed!