Miaohan was thinking and looking at the mountains.

Suddenly his expression changed. This mountain forest was lush and green, and it seemed to be a natural scenery. But if you look carefully, you can see the trees are extraordinary.

The fruits are abundant, each plump yellow persimmon is full of vitality and full of vitality.

It's just that he has a restrained demeanor and can't even notice it unless he calms down. This is actually a characteristic of extremely high quality.

"These are not ordinary persimmons, are they?" Miaohan asked.

Master Aloe took a look at it, nodded and said: "Jinhua fruit is one of the spiritual roots derived from the cave, ranking top grade. It looks exactly like a persimmon, but the tree must be paved with gold and jade, and it must be nourished with vitality every seven days.

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"It blooms once every thirty years and bears fruit once every thirty years. If you practice the Jinhua Dan, you can rise to a level of cultivation and have less than a million levels of magic power. It is effective for everyone."

"As expected, there is also extraordinary grass under the tree, because ordinary grass cannot grow next to the spiritual roots and will be drained of its essence."

"So this must also be the grass in the cave, but I don't know what it is called."

The fisherman said quietly: "Qingwei grass... Go to the southern mountain to pick the weeds."

"It was the masters of Mount Lu who brought them back from the cave and asked us to plant them all over Nanshan for the masters to use in making elixirs. They can be used as the icing on the cake in almost any elixir recipe..."

Yan Nu was curious: "Who is the master?"

The angler was startled and looked at him with a strange expression: "You just killed me..."

"Oh!" Yan Nu scratched his head, it turned out to be the golden person who ran away when he saw him just now.

Miao Han thought: "So these mountains and plains are filled with spiritual roots and medicinal herbs? Are they all planted and protected by you?"

The hermits of the Qing Dynasty nodded, and the angler continued: "We usually don't care about worldly affairs, and enjoy the mountains and rivers leisurely. In our spare time, we like to plant some flowers and plants. However, the spiritual roots are overbearing and ordinary flowers and plants cannot grow next to them. Over time, the mountains and plains are naturally filled with spiritual spirits.

root."

"Haha, you speak so noblely..." Wu Xuzi suddenly laughed and said: "If this mountain of medicinal herbs cannot be taken care of well, how can the Lushan Taoist Palace allow you to peacefully cultivate here?"

"It's nothing more than each taking what he needs in exchange for shelter and resources."

"In the final analysis, he is a tenant farmer of the higher-ranking monks."

The fisherman rolled his sleeves and said dissatisfiedly: "Humph, what kind of tenant farmer? I can leave whenever I want. The world is so big, where can't I settle down?"

Wu Xuzi smiled and said, "I can leave whenever I want, but how can it be as safe as here outside?"

"There are no spiritual objects derived from the cave for you to practice."

The angler shook his head disdainfully: "You don't understand my pleasure."

Wu Xuzi twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "But pull it down. Don't you just think that you are incomparable with the disciples of the big sects and big clans? If you want to compete with them and be humiliated in vain, why don't you just give up the struggle and pursue your interests?"

"If there are conditions, precious resources, and top-notch techniques are all at your fingertips, I don't believe you will still dismiss it."

"A joke." The angler shook his head and said, "What's the point of practicing so many spells? Fighting for fame and wealth is not what I want."

"Practice is not about fighting and killing. Cultivation is about seeking inner enlightenment."

Wu Xuzi smiled and said: "Then why do you have to look at the big sect's face here? Go overseas."

"I have seen many true hermits of the Qing Dynasty. They are leisurely and leisurely, and seek pleasure after pleasure. In order to collect a pair of elixirs, they still have to travel thousands of miles and endure hardships."

Miao Han was a little confused on the side, and raised his eyebrows: "Exactly what happened, tell me clearly."

Wu Xuzi seemed to know the Qing hermits very well and immediately explained this group in detail.

It turns out that there are two types of hermits in the Qing Dynasty. One is those who really see through life, travel around the world, and live far away in mountains and seas, in peace and quiet.

However, this comes at a price. There are only two ways to cultivate immortality. One is to be a Qi practitioner, who can swallow the essence of the sun and the moon, but this requires high qualifications and environment.

Either he has a graceful appearance or above, or he is in the Paradise of Cave Heaven, otherwise his lifespan is exhausted and he may not be able to break through the period of calamity.

Another option is to be a clothing collector, which is simple and has no requirements for qualifications. You can sleep every day and you can achieve immortality purely by taking pills.

However, elixirs are precious, and the further you go, the more resources you need.

Therefore, in order to be free and happy, a true hermit must be very austere and must focus on studying farming skills and alchemy skills.

If you want to collect medicinal materials, you have to search everywhere and search in unowned land. At the same time, you need to have a medicinal field in your cave to plant some to supplement your practice.

Breakthroughs are basically all made by oneself. After all, such pure hermits are often from casual cultivators or low-ranking nobles.

In such a miserable situation, of course we must have fun in the midst of hardship, travel around and play with art, and seek inner happiness. Otherwise, why would this immortal cultivate it?

If you have two or three good friends, living like this hand in hand, with close friends by your side, it will be even more comfortable and happy.

Yan Nu smiled and said: "It's good to make a living by one's own efforts. It turns out that immortal cultivators also have to cultivate the land and dig wild roots..."

Miaohan also said: "Why do I feel that you are the first type?"

Wu Xuzi's eyes brightened slightly: "I'm not... I want to become a great immortal, see the truth of the world, and seek the ultimate truth!"

Then he shrugged and said: "As for those kind of pure hermits, they only want to become immortals for the sake of immortality, for the sake of immortality, and so that one day they can do what they want to do forever without having to work hard."

"This road is difficult. In order to do it independently and not ask for help from others. It also requires a lot of mental state. You must truly understand the world."

"Even so, there are still many people who can't persevere, or have bad luck, or encounter right and wrong. When their life span is about to end, they don't have enough resources to make a breakthrough. In order to avoid losing their way, they have to join the big sect and work for them.

He will work for a period of time, and then leave after the survival crisis is resolved."

"Of course, there are also those who join the sect from the beginning and rely on others... They work hard to take care of countless medicinal materials. After harvesting, they are enough for self-cultivation, but at least they don't have to travel around."

As he spoke, he pointed at the anglers and others.

The second type of hermits are farming monks from various sects who gather here to manage medicinal fields for the sect in exchange for the qualification to live in the barrier.

On the one hand, there are many monks of the same type, so they can exchange experiences, exchange knowledge, and relieve loneliness.

On the other hand, relying on the sect, you can occasionally exchange for some resources that are not available outside. At the same time, your safety is guaranteed, and you will not encounter any trouble for decades or hundreds of years. Like this time when the Yan slaves come to kill, it is extremely

A rare event…

If you want to be happy like this, you will be happy, and there is no pressure to practice. It is just a matter of looking at people's faces and getting a little angry occasionally.

In this way, it is even more important to eliminate worries, get together with the same kind, talk about mysteries, brag about each other, and pursue art.

He formed a circle of his own, was indifferent to worldly affairs, and showed his disdain for powerful monks.

"That's it!" Miao Han said in her heart, isn't this just a tenant farmer in the spiritual world?

Taking care of this mountain of medicinal herbs belongs to a sect, and I can only get one person's harvest, which is enough for my own practice.

How is this different from sharecropping? It’s just that there is no pressure to survive and there is more freedom.

If you want to practice cultivation quickly, then come to a sect to live in seclusion. This will ensure that you can continue practicing.

If you don't want to do it, just leave and live in seclusion in the wilderness, but it will be difficult to obtain the resources for cultivation, practice will not be easy, and you may die at the end of your life.

In the final analysis, Qing hermits are monks who have no background or qualifications, and therefore no big ambitions, and find some small freedoms and small happiness.

"Vulgar!" the fisherman said indifferently: "This mountain is beautiful and big. We gather here just because we have the same interests."

"It's leisurely fun to take care of herbs, and you'll be satisfied with just one scoop! How come it's so utilitarian when it's in your mouth!"

Miaohan glanced sideways and added another comment: She has high self-esteem.

If you don’t have resources, you won’t have them, just have enough to survive. If you can’t beat others in practicing spells, then just don’t practice them at all, which means you don’t have this ambition.

If you have almost no fighting ability, then there is none, and you won’t cause trouble anyway.

So what to practice? Of course it’s just art, which means that although it’s not as powerful as the high-class disciples, it’s happier than the high-class disciples…

It cannot be said that they are deceiving themselves, because these people would rather choose to lower their desires to seek inner self-liberation than to curry favor with powerful monks.

They just had no choice but to choose a more dignified lifestyle without fighting.

In comparison, the people of Yimeng Mountain and the Tiantian Clan also had nothing, but they made another choice...to fight at all costs, and thus became evil cultivators.

No wonder Wu Xuzi said that he was not a pure hermit. Wu Xuzi, a casual cultivator, seemed to be somewhere in between. He was more shameless than a pure hermit... but he had a bottom line than an evil cultivator.

"You all have great supernatural powers and destroyed the outer sect of Mount Lu. No matter what the cause and effect is, it has nothing to do with me."

"If they kill you, we won't be able to resist, but if you continue to humiliate me, you will be inferior!"

The angler said he was worried and directly said that you were bullying others.

Yan Nu chuckled: "Why did I kill you? I just accidentally broke your flowers. Come and ask..."

"Can this flower be saved?"

He squatted down and groped for those withered flowers. Good guy, they were as brittle as yellow paper and would break if rubbed.

The Qing hermits were a little surprised. They all saw that Yan Nu was here for revenge, so when they saw him running over after getting rid of the enemy, they thought that Yan Nu was going to kill them too.

Unexpectedly, strong men like Yan Nu only came to care about their flowers.

The angler said with joy: "Liuyang flower is extremely sensitive to fluctuations in magic power. Once it declines, you must have the magical power of 'flowers bloom instantly', or understand the law of the wood system to use 'dead wood blooms in spring'."

"I wonder if an expert can do that?"

"No..." Yan Nu shook his head.

Many Qing hermits looked disappointed and a little sad: "In this case, unless there is immortal blood, there is no salvation."

The corner of Aloe Vera's mouth twitched, good guy, where can I get the immortal blood?
To be continued...