In this world, Yanxiu is closer to the lower-level mortals, while cultivators are at a higher level. The living conditions of the two are completely different.
If Mi Xiaojing is a cultivator and reaches the perfect state of Qi training, he may not become a rich man, but at least he will not be short of food and clothing, and he will not have to worry about food and clothing for one more child. Mi Xiaojing had never seen copper coins or silver when he was so old, and he didn't even have the concept of money in his head.
A bunch of things were exchanged with the village chief for mountain goods, and Mi Xiaojing put them into bamboo baskets and put them on the oxcart. The entire oxcart was piled like a hill and fixed with hemp ropes, ready to be transported back to the west. Yanmen.
Mi Xiaojing and Rob climbed onto the high-erected bullock cart and watched Master Zeng Li and the village chief say goodbye.
The ox cart went westward along the Jingxi River, Mi Xiaojing holding Rob in his arms.
"Little Luobotou, we are going back to Xiyanmen. From now on, we will follow my brother."
Rob twitched the corner of his mouth. In fact, he wanted to give Mi Xiaojing a smile, but he didn't succeed.
"Um."
"You may not eat well or dress well in the future, but I promise... I will never beat you."
Rob nodded vigorously and said, "Yes."
The bullock cart swayed forward, very slowly, but it shook and bumped violently, but Rob's heart had never been so peaceful and peaceful, and the anger in his heart also dissipated a lot.
Master Zeng Li has been paying attention to the two of them, and he values Mi Xiaojing even more in his heart. This child is born with extremely good qualities.
A group of masters, long-term workers, and hired workers all chatted and laughed happily. This time, everyone gained something. Although they did not meet the caravan, everyone was not disappointed.
The families of these long-term workers and hired workers are all in Fenglin Village. Returning to Fenglin Village is equivalent to returning home.
After more than an hour, I returned to the gate of Xiyanmen. Many people from the sect came to greet me and helped carry the food.
Mi Xiaojing also called two long-term workers to move his two large bamboo baskets to the room.
Opening the room, Mi Xiaojing moved two bamboo baskets into the room. These two baskets of food and daily necessities were his basic supplies for winter. Although Xiyanmen has a large kitchen, so he doesn't have to worry about eating, but it is always easy for a practitioner. If you are hungry, you will need these foods to supplement you at that time.
Especially Master Zeng Li asked him to take Robert with him, which put great pressure on him. He couldn't let Robert starve to death and freeze to death. He needed to organize these things, and Xiyanmen wouldn't care about them.
Although the pressure was huge, Mi Xiaojing faced it calmly and worked hard to prepare. He thought there would be no problem.
It’s just that autumn will pass soon. During this period, you must seize the time to go up the mountain. Even if you can’t get food, many of the various plants on the mountain are edible. Otherwise, once it snows, there will be very few. Useful food can be found.
The most terrible thing is that the Xiyan Sect is a hard practice, and the Xiyan Sect's inheritance does not eat meat, but some Yanshu still eat it. Mi Xiaojing has never eaten meat since he started studying Yan. Eating meat is against the precepts of Xiyanmen.
Looking at Rob, who was extremely thin, Mi Xiaojing knew that if the child had been a vegetarian, he would probably have been thinner, but there was nothing he could do about it. He never killed animals, nor could he cook any food with meat. He sighed secretly. , he slowly arranged the things in the bamboo basket.
Put the rice and millet into a clay jar. Food is the most important thing. Hide the food. Mi Xiaojing stood up and said, "Little Carrot Head, you play on the kang while I find something to eat."
It's already evening, the evening drums are beating, and the evening classes at Xiyanmen have begun.
Mi Xiaojing was used to skipping classes. He walked out of the room and walked towards the big kitchen.
The big kitchen was steaming with steam. Zhang Ke was busy with a group of long-term workers and a few children when Mi Xiaojing walked in.
"Junior brother, give me more steamed buns and porridge."
Zhang Ke was busy giving instructions. He turned around and saw Mi Xiaojing.
"Senior brother, are you hungry? Just wait, I will send someone to deliver it to you later!"
"It's for two. I have a child in the room."
"I know, I know, for two!"
Zhang Ke was so busy that he didn't have time to greet Mi Xiaojing. It was almost time to eat, so there was no time to chat.
Mi Xiaojing also knew that this guy was too busy, so he turned around and left the kitchen without saying much.
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Thousands of miles away from Xiyan Gate, an old man sat cross-legged on the top of a snow-capped mountain.
The dark green Tencel satin has a tender green flower pattern, a very majestic face with a Chinese character, a long gray beard, and two white eyebrows raised upward, which makes the old man look fierce. He also wore a bun on his head, with a star hairpin inserted horizontally.
A jade belt is wrapped around his waist, with some scattered items hanging on it. Others may not know that this old man is a famous casual cultivator in the world of cultivation. He is already a super master in the integration stage, named Wang Weijun. At this moment, he was sitting cross-legged on the top of the snow-capped mountains, facing the east, staring at the endless snow-capped peaks in the distance.
Then, I saw a red line and a black line crossing the sky. They seemed to be going away, but they suddenly turned and flew towards Wang Weijun.
A red line, a black line, the coming force was fierce. With Wang Weijun's knowledge, he immediately knew that the person coming had bad intentions. He had been wandering in the world of cultivation for a long time, and he could still feel the good and evil intentions.
There was a thunderbolt, and the wind and thunder sword came out!
There was no attack. The wind and thunder sword surrounded him, as if there were countless lightning bolts surrounding him. For a moment, Wang Weijun's momentum surged and he began to oppress the two people flying over.
However, Wang Weijun's expression soon changed. The opponent's speed did not slow down at all, and even accelerated. Especially since his own pressure was useless against the two people coming, he knew in his heart that the opponent's strength was no worse than his own. He was immediately on high alert.
A red line suddenly stopped, and a small figure appeared, about 700 meters away from Wang Weijun, hovering in the air.
The other black line accelerated around the top of the snow mountain, passed from the other end, and came directly behind Wang Weijun. In other words, these were two people, two super masters in the world of cultivation, surrounding Wang Weijun.
Wang Weijun's heart moved slightly, and he said calmly: "Which fellow Taoist is it?" The voice was not loud, but it was transmitted clearly.
A sneer.
Wang Weijun suddenly felt creepy, and he moved out in an instant.
The top of the snow mountain suddenly exploded with just one sword strike.
Wang Weijun was horrified to the extreme. The sword was really silent. If his intuition hadn't been wrong, the blow would have fallen on him.
With a long roar, Wang Weijun's flying sword suddenly turned into wind and thunder, exploding with a bang, and countless thunder and lightning, countless silver rays, shot out!
There was another chuckle, and the voice was clearly that of a woman.
Wang Weijun's scalp felt numb.
"Who are you?"