Master Fu does not envy immortals

Chapter 17 The Materialist's Nemesis
It wasn't until the figure of the cultivator standing on the treetop disappeared that Shi Yue pulled Jiang Qiongxing up from the dirty dirt road.

Kneeling for too long, Jiang Qiongxing moved his faintly numb legs, grabbed a leaf to wipe the mud on his hands, and asked in a low voice: "Is this over?"

"Hush," Shi Yueren winked at her, "Let's go first."

The two continued on their way in silence.

It wasn't until the sun set to the west that the majestic city wall behind him completely disappeared at the end of the horizon. Shi Yue let out a breath, quickened his pace and walked to the shallow stream in front of him.

Jiang Qiongxing, who had been walking all day, felt that his legs were almost swollen to twice their thickness, but the roads around here were so narrow that only one person could pass through, it was absolutely impossible to take a carriage.

She sat down by the stream and beat her legs hard. She couldn't help but miss the days when she was bumping in a carriage two days ago.

I really don't know how to be blessed when I am in the blessing.

Even after walking for a day, Shi Yueren, a cultivator of immortality, still blushed and breathless, in stark contrast to Jiang Qiongxing, who was about to die of exhaustion.

He looked at Jiang Qiongxing, and suddenly asked: "I lost my strength when I knelt down on you earlier, did it hurt?"

"It's okay," Jiang Qiongxing knew that he was doing it for his own good, and said without any grievances, "It was thanks to that kneeling that I was able to fool him. I thought I would have to fight to get away."

"Can't fight, who knows how many of them are there, if we alarm other people, we can only catch them without a fight." Seeing that she was not dissatisfied with the day's affairs, Shi Yueren nodded secretly.

Jiang Qiongxing took out a pancake that was hard as a rock from his bag, and took a bite of the icy stream, finally feeling a little bit of fleeing.

"Since the state capital can't enter, where are we going now?" she asked.

"Go straight to the west." Shi Yueren paused after finishing speaking, and added, "There is a drought over there, and there are refugees everywhere. Do you dare to go?"

This sounded like a provocation no matter what, Jiang Qiongxing pouted: "Why don't you dare, can refugees be as scary as immortal cultivators?"

As she spoke, she looked around.

The sun was about to set, and the shade of trees and grass turned into groups of unreal black shadows, which seemed to hide unknown dangers.

Perhaps the next moment, the immortal cultivators who were chasing after him would rush out and swing their weapons at them...

Jiang Qiongxing swallowed, shook his head vigorously, not letting himself continue to scare himself, and stuffed the remaining pancakes back into his bag: "I think I've rested, let's go."

A few more steps are a few steps.

Shi Yue was overjoyed, and deliberately pierced her small thoughts: "Are you afraid?"

There is nothing undeniable, Jiang Qiongxing nodded happily.

"Don't worry, my uncle is still here." Shi Yueren lit a bonfire on the spot, "You sleep for two hours first, or you won't be able to survive."

Jiang Qiongxing agreed, and sighed secretly in his heart.

The physical fitness of mortals is really far worse than that of immortals.

But let's practice, and she has been unable to comprehend what "spiritual energy" is. God knows that only in the year of the monkey can the energy be drawn into the body.

The future is really hopeless.

……

After trekking in the endless wilderness for two full days.

Jiang Qiongxing felt that he was about to become a savage.

"Uncle, when will we be able to see living people?" She dragged her two legs and walked forward with difficulty, "Did you say that you need to blend into the crowd to escape the pursuit? There are not even ghosts here."

"Come on, if you climb over this mountain, you will be able to see people." Shi Yueren pointed to the stretching mountain peaks in front of him, speaking briskly.

As the saying goes, Wangshan is a dead horse.

Jiang Qiongxing looked at the mountain that was obviously far away in front of him, and lost his expression.

"Lose strength so soon?" Shi Yueren stopped and teased.

"...I've never traveled such a long distance in my life." Jiang Qiongxing sat down on the ground with an air of gossamer.

"You are only so old, you only have this life." Shi Yueren shook his head, seeing that she was really exhausted, he paused for a moment and confessed, "Actually, I originally thought that after a few days of tossing around like this, maybe you could draw your breath into your body. It seems that it won't work."

Regret was written all over his face.

Jiang Qiongxing: "..."

She didn't know whether she should be angry that the other party was torturing herself because of this, or she should reflect on why her understanding was so low.

Shi Yueren saw the child sitting dumbfounded on the ground, after running around for a few days, looking ashamed and ashamed, like a fool, he wanted to laugh a bit, but he also felt that it was too hasty, sighed, took out his sword, and threw Jiang Qixing's belt on her.

"Let's go!"

The flying sword turned into light and went straight to the mountains in front of it, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Two hours later.

Shi Yueren brought Jiang Qiongxing to the top of the mountain.

"Aren't you happy? Is it more convenient to be a cultivator?"

Facing the fierce wind on the top of the mountain, Jiang Qiongxing nodded enviously.

She walked forward with Shi Yueren, and said unhappily: "I have been practicing for so many days, and I can't even feel a trace of spiritual energy. Is this reasonable? Could it be that you taught the formula wrong?"

It seems that miscellaneous spirit roots are really difficult to cultivate immortals.

Shi Yueren led her to the other side of the mountain range, stretched out his hand without looking back, and slapped her on the forehead: "Everything is difficult at the beginning."

"Ouch!" Jiang Qiongxing rubbed his head, and said unwillingly, "I didn't expect to be able to draw Qi into my body all at once, but it should make me feel a little bit of spiritual energy. It's easy to despair if you keep standing still."

"Do you think cultivating immortals is cutting down trees? Cutting one is just one tree?" Shi Yueren finally took the time to give her a look, full of contempt.

Jiang Qiongxing pouted.

"Well, there is a stupid way." After a while, Shi Yueren seemed to think of something, "You should still have some spirit beads left by your father, right? If it really doesn't work, it should be easier to hold the spirit beads and focus on sensing the spiritual energy in the spirit beads, but it may become dependent on the spirit beads, which is a bit expensive."

Jiang Qiongxing was still looking forward to it, but after listening to it, she was stunned: This method is too extravagant. A spirit bead is only as big as a fingernail, but it costs ten taels of gold to buy it. Now she has to consume the spirit bead before she can draw her energy into her body. How much money will she spend to fill this bottomless pit in the future?

She shook her head again and again, and she was not in a hurry: "I think I can still work harder on my own."

Shi Yueren nodded unsurprisingly: "Don't worry, you need an opportunity to get started. Your lack of progress now proves that the time has not yet come. Wait a little longer!"

opportunity?

Jiang Qiongxing followed Shi Yueren forward on the rocky mountain top, feeling that his head, which was already full of paste, was even more confused.

What is the opportunity?

Alas, these metaphysical vocabulary in the world of cultivating immortals is really the nemesis of materialists.

(End of this chapter)