Chapter 164: Snow is like frost, sword energy is like rain
"You witnessed a breakthrough in sword intent, and you have a vague understanding of it."
"Your recipe: Sword Pill meets special restrictions. You can perform targeted synthesis of this recipe without obtaining the Alchemy and Alchemy specializations."
"Please note: The success rate of this limited synthesis is related to the character's will. The character's skills do not affect the specific effect of the synthesis."
"PS: This is usually the case, but if your poor technique makes it too bloated and distorted, it is recommended to consume it with liquid... - Anonymous"
"PS: In? Why anonymous? Because there is another sword cultivator who almost died from burping after eating the sword pill? - Anonymous"
Looking at the prompt information refreshing on his retina, Yi Chun wagged his tail unmoved.
At this time, he had already bid farewell to Dahong and left the Taoist temple where they practiced.
There are far fewer tourists today than usual.
After all, this is the Spring Festival of this world...
Yi Chun squatted beside a cliff, looking at the rolling green hills below and the city looming at the end of his sight.
Even from a distance, he could smell the faint scent of fireworks in the air.
People are busy and laughing just for the annual gathering.
Suddenly, Yi Chun felt a hint of coolness at the tip of his nose.
Under the gaze of the orange cat's huge pupils, a white snowflake swirled down from the sky.
Then it landed on the cat's nose, and the next moment it melted in the scorching breath...
Yi Chun didn't feel cold because of the thick fur.
Is the New Year coming?
Yi Chun shook off the slightly wet fur on his body and prepared to find a warm place to curl up.
Then, practice the sword pill.
I had planned to go home for the New Year before, but now, it is no longer necessary...
"Is that big orange in a bad mood?"
A passing female tourist pointed at her boyfriend next to her, then pointed at the orange figure gradually disappearing into the forest path and said.
"Maybe the dried fish was stolen by the monkey..."
Her boyfriend said, shaking his shoulders.
Who can know why a cat is sad?
After all, he hasn't even figured out why his girlfriend is angry...
Yi Chun, who had already left , naturally ignored their discussion.
Now, he has been able to ignore the noise of tourists to a certain extent.
In other words, to him, they or she are not important.
For Yi Chun, this world is still strange.
The only thing he was familiar with now was this mountain and this temple.
Perhaps the ideas that originated from the ancient agricultural civilization are still interspersed in Yi Chun's consciousness in some subtle way.
While he longs to explore the world and discover new mysteries, he also longs for a relatively stable rhythm.
Just like a seedling, no matter where it is blown to, it will always take root.
Only when the roots are deeply rooted in the soil can the mind be at peace.
Or maybe it's like playing some kind of exploration game, even though the backpack and abilities are enough to support unlimited exploration.
But in the end, we have to return to that little hideout that may not be that luxurious.
Then I counted my gains and thoughts little by little...
That may also be a kind of bondage, but it is not contrary to freedom.
Otherwise, Yi Chun always felt that he would be lost in the endless world and infinite civilization...
As for stepping out of your comfort zone?
Fuck him!
Yi Chun's fur trembled, and the scent of a dangerous predator spread through the mountains.
Suddenly, the monkeys who were looking for food from tourists in the distance were startled and started screaming in fear.
"squeak!"
“Squeak!”
Yi Chun's ears turned and he began to quicken his pace and leave.
He didn't like monkeys though, because those guys always wanted to pull his tail.
But Yun Dao Ren probably doesn’t think so …
"This kitten..."
In the distant mountains and clouds, the old Taoist listened to the sharp cries of the monkeys and shook his head.
There were some things scattered on the table in front of him, and it looked like he was preparing to build something.
In the very center of the table, there stood a golden round bead with faint patterns on it.
Next to the round bead is a bronze object.
Judging from its appearance, it seems to be a rough draft of a bell...
…
…
“Rustle…”
The snow began to fall heavily, and Yi Chunmao was looking at the snow scene outside in the woodshed next to the kitchen.
In fact, firewood is not used much in the mountains nowadays.
After all, carrying a gas tank up the mountain is also a good spiritual activity...
However, due to the needs of outer disciples’ training, there is no shortage of firewood here.
The broken wooden stakes and dummies, as well as the firewood brought by the disciples who were punished to chop wood, were chopped and neatly stacked in the huge space further inside.
The small room outside is where the Taoist caretaker does his daily work.
As the saying goes, live by the mountain, eat by the mountain. There is plenty of firewood here, and the kitchen cannot digest so much firewood.
Fortunately, the Taoist caretaker built a ground stove here.
But at this time, the Taoist guardian had already left.
Due to Yi Chun's arrival, the Taoist priest did not turn off the engine and Yi Chun was still squatting there.
The orange-red flames brought a warm atmosphere.
But Yi Chun did not close the door, so the overall temperature in the house was not high.
Further inside the firewood storage area, there is an iron door, which is now locked.
However, the caretaker moved some wood to the corner of the small room.
Judging from the quantity, there is no problem in burning it all night.
At this time, many families may be preparing to have a reunion dinner.
Faintly, Yi Chun smelled the aroma of stewed fish and pork ribs.
By this time, most of the outer disciples had left.
The whole mountain seemed to become much colder in an instant.
"Pah!"
Yi Chun used his tail to sweep a piece of wood into the stove.
Then, in the orange-red firelight, he pulled out some ordinary-looking weeds from somewhere.
The refining of real elixirs is subject to many restrictions on external conditions.
As for the Xudan, relatively speaking, there is nothing particular about the material.
Be it firewood in the mortal world or lava underground.
But it seems that nothing makes any difference as long as it is burning...
Afterwards, Yi Chun transformed into a snow-white moon owl.
"Gu..."
Looking at the Sword Heart Grass below, Yi Chun paused, then threw it directly into the fire!
Under the high temperature, the grass stems full of water make an inaudible crisp sound.
After the water droplet exploded, the entire grass stem instantly curled up.
From burnt yellow to bright red, from dark black to grayish white...
In a flash, those sword heart grasses were completely turned into ashes!
But in another realm, Yi Chun could observe some sharp aura instantly shooting out from the earth furnace!
It was as thin as a needle, as dense as rain, but it whistled in with the cold sword intent like a sword's edge! It was not a blessing, but thunder!
Just like being struck repeatedly by a heavy hammer, the weak ones are broken and the impurities are settled!
A swordsman refines elixirs, but he is also refining himself!
The next moment, countless sword energies came whistling and directly submerged Yi Chun who was blocking their way!
