About me traveling to the world of immortality but finding ways to surf the Internet

The feeling of trying on the curtain hat is not that good. Although the leather hat Yang Yuyao bought in Fanxi also has a wide brim, the leather is soft in texture after all, and it still has a certain bending effect when encountering hard objects. But the brim of this curtain hat is very hard. If you are not used to it well, it will be quite inconvenient to walk in this kind of forest. If you are not careful, you will get hooked. Or hit somewhere. Those gauze are so light that a gust of wind can blow away the black gauze on the curtain hat.

So Yang Yuyao finally chose to return the curtain hat to Zhu Molan, and then took out the tiger-faced half-face mask that He Qianqing gave him before and put it on. Although this mask was not as comfortable as the curtain hat, it was more convenient to use. Some. After settling somewhere, he was drawing some disguise talismans to use.

As for the mirage, it is now hung on Yang Yuyao's clone puppet. Compared with the main body, the clone puppet, using the identity of Jin Yuesheng, needs a stable disguise weapon more. Although Yang Yuyao had studied the principle of mirage before, he could make a replica, but it was laborious and he didn't have the right materials.

The magic weapon mirage that can change the appearance is itself made from the bones of mirage, a spiritual beast that is good at creating illusions. Yang Yuyao did not have the bones of the mirage on hand, so it was very difficult to recreate it. Instead of spending time and energy to reproduce this, it would be better to spend more energy thinking about how to fight against "that main god".

After being prepared, they set off in the direction where the dice rolled out. Li Fengzhi seemed extremely excited along the way and kept asking Yang Yuyao various questions, as if he had been holding them in for a long time.

"What's the difference between the titles Master and Master?" About halfway through the walk, Yang Yuyao was stopped by Li Fengzhi's question. In his opinion, the two words have similar meanings, but master sounds more respectful than master. He would call He Qianqing this way because he felt that he should be called this. But in his self-perception, his understanding was probably not rigorous enough, so Yang Yuyao did not answer hastily. While he was still thinking, Zhu Molan answered the question for him.

"The difference between these two titles lies in the realm of master." Zhu Molan, who always let himself float, perhaps to avoid soiling his bare feet, said with a smile, "No matter what realm, as long as he is a master, he can be called a master. Master. But if you want to be called a master, you must naturally reach the state of transformation into a spirit that can be called an immortal. If you can't even bear the title of master, how can you be embarrassed to be called a master?"

Yang Yuyao looked at Zhu Molan. He couldn't confirm whether what Zhu Molan said was true, but it did sound very reasonable. And it explains very well why the word "Zun" exists.

"Yu Yao's realm must be at the realm of divine transformation, right?" Li Fengzhi looked at Yang Yuyao and asked, but judging from his expression, he seemed to have already confirmed this fact, and just wanted to hear Yang Yuyao admit it personally.

"His true realm is definitely more than the realm of transformation into gods." Before Yang Yuyao could speak, Zhu Molan said first.

"Yeah." Yang Yuyao answered ambiguously. He noticed that he seemed to be the only one in the world who liked to push boundaries. Although other monks rarely take the initiative to tell their true realm, they will not deliberately suppress their own realm. Yang Yuyao guessed that this was probably related to their different coping ideas.

However, no matter what others did, for Yang Yuyao, choosing to suppress the situation was the best plan. Not to mention how many people's attention to him can be reduced by such pressure, and how many times he can have unexpected counter-attack opportunities in battle. In order to make him appear like a normal monk, he had to suppress his realm.

Yang Yuyao's successful formation of elixirs before he reached the crown has already caused uproar in the entire world of immortal cultivation. However, if it was only at the golden elixir stage, everyone was shocked but still able to accept it. I just feel that there is a peerless genius in the world of immortality today. But when this "cultivation genius" was not only able to practice again after his cultivation was abolished, but also his realm soared at a terrifying speed, some people might think that he was abnormal. However, the fact is that Yang Yuyao is indeed abnormal. He cannot withstand other people's research because he cannot detect his spiritual roots.

Therefore, even though Zhu Molan had realized the falseness of his realm, Yang Yuyao still chose not to respond clearly to the matter. They had known each other for less than a day, and unlike He Qianqing, she had known Yang Yuyao for a long time, and it had been formed in Yang Yuyao's subconscious for so long. As for Yang Yuyao, the only thing he knew about Zhu Molan was that she was known as one of the Four Fairy Fairies, and he could sense that she was in the Mahayana realm. He didn't know anything else. Therefore, Yang Yuyao did not trust her and did not dare to Believe easily.

When there were still ten miles left in the thirty-mile journey, Yang Yuyao found that Li Fengzhi could not keep up with them. Naturally, these thirty miles are only a straight-line distance. Since the road is obviously not bad, walking thirty miles will definitely consume more time and energy than walking on concrete. Although Yang Yuyao and Zhu Molan were at a much higher level than Li Fengzhi, they were not moving very fast. With the pace of the Qi-training monks, they should still be able to keep up.

Yang Yuyao stopped and observed carefully, and soon noticed that the problem was Li Fengzhi's footwork, so he took a few steps back and came to Li Fengzhi's side, shoulder to shoulder.

"Li Fengzhi, when did you start practicing the Flying Flower Step?" Yang Yuyao asked.

The name of Flying Flower Step sounds like it is a step practiced by female monks, but it is not the case. This step can be practiced by both male and female monks. The Flying Flower Step emphasizes a light and flexible footwork that is not too difficult and is very suitable for both fighting and traveling.

"Five days ago." Li Fengzhi replied, "What did I do wrong?"

"Yes, your transport capacity is wrong, which results in sluggish force on the ground, reduced flexibility and more energy consumption." Yang Yuyao pointed out the problem straightforwardly. "Watch me perform it once and see if you can understand." After saying that, Yang Yuyao demonstrated a complete set of flying flower steps. Although his feet were still on the ground, he seemed to be tapping the petals lightly without falling. Ruofei.

Li Fengzhi was so stunned that he stopped unconsciously and burned this beautiful figure into his mind.

"Do you understand?" Yang Yuyao stopped and looked back. Li Fengzhi suddenly woke up and shook his head in embarrassment. Yang Yuyao didn't feel annoyed at all, so he repeated it with slower movements and explanation. When he repeated it for the third time, Li Fengzhi finally succeeded in mastering the technique of this footwork.

"Isn't this a very good teaching?" Zhu Molan murmured to herself, suddenly feeling a little envious, but she didn't know whether she envied Li Fengzhi for being able to receive such detailed and patient explanations, or envying Li Fengzhi for being able to master such a very important skill so quickly. Practical earth-level footwork, or maybe he was envious of Yang Yuyao for gaining Li Fengzhi's trust and was willing to learn from him. During the days when she followed Li Fengzhi, Li Fengzhi kept practicing with his two books, Basic Heart Techniques and Basic Sword Techniques, and even refused her guidance.

But having said that, those two books are no longer ordinary basic heart techniques and basic swordsmanship. The dense notes in them are of extraordinary value. With these two books, you really don’t need to rely on their guidance. As long as you can read, you will have a certain Comprehension, if you take your time, you can definitely master it.

Zhu Molan became even more confused when she thought of the notes in the two books that she accidentally glanced at that were written in different handwriting than the content. She thought that the person who wrote these notes should be Yang Yuyao. Yang Yuyao's level is more than enough to be a master, and he is not unwilling to guide Li Fengzhi. So why is Yang Yuyao so firm in refusing to accept Li Fengzhi as his disciple? Is it just because he feels that he is too young to take on this responsibility?

But regardless of age, just speaking of level, many masters who have taught several disciples are probably not as good as him. Even Zhu Molan felt that she was not as good as this young man with stunning appearance in this aspect. Zhu Molan has also practiced the widely spread footwork such as the flying flower step. Although she also noticed that Li Fengzhi's footwork was wrong since he started practicing, she couldn't hit the nail on the head with just one observation like Yang Yuyao.

"Tsk tsk, this boy deserves to be called a genius. No wonder he can form a golden elixir at such a young age. This understanding of practice is indeed extraordinary. I didn't expect this little guy to have such vicious vision." Zhu Molan thought in her heart. sighed.

Thirty miles to the south, they passed through a trail that some people passed by, which led them to a mountain with nothing special. Although according to Xunlian, they could reach a place where there were people gathered in the distance of thirty miles. place to live, but they decided to abide by fate and stay the night on this mountain.

"I'm going to find some food." Li Fengzhi said to Yang Yuyao and Zhu Molan. He was the only one who had to eat before he was repelled.

"Okay, pay attention to safety." Yang Yuyao replied, taking off the half-face mask and putting it back into the space ring, "If you need help, make some noise."

"Yes, I understand!" Li Fengzhi responded, confidently walking into the night carrying the black iron sword that Yang Yuyao had given him before.

"Yu Yao, don't you want to accept Feng Zhi as your disciple? Then why are you teaching him footwork today?" As soon as Li Fengzhi walked not far away, Zhu Molan asked with a smile.

"Because the reason why he can't keep up with us is due to footwork problems." Yang Yuyao replied. Of course, this reason is only one of the reasons why Yang Yuyao is willing to coach Li Fengzhi. The most fundamental reason is because Yang Yuyao feels that Li Fengzhi's The past was somewhat similar to his own, and looking at him was sometimes like seeing his past self. Out of compassion, he wanted to take care of Li Fengzhi as much as possible.

But he would not say such a reason. Yang Yuyao was not sure whether Li Fengzhi would have the same thoughts as him, but as far as Yang Yuyao was concerned, he didn't like to be pitied too much. Especially the kind of sympathy that is talked about. So he would rather not say anything.

There are still a lot of edible things on this mountain. After Li Fengzhi returned in half an hour, he brought back a lot of edible things. There are early wild fruits, bird eggs, and two plump hares. Seeing that Li Fengzhi had made a good harvest, Yang Yuyao, who remembered that he still had a roast chicken and some snacks in his space ring, decided to keep these foods for emergencies. Anyway, you don’t have to worry about the food spoiling if you put it in the space ring.

"It's amazing." Watching Li Fengzhi collect some dead branches and leaves and skillfully light a fire, skillfully bleed the hare and skin it on a homemade grill, skillfully wrap the bird's eggs in mud and roast them next to the fire, this skill is obviously better than that of Yi Zi It's even better than expected, except that there are no condiments, and the craftsmanship is impeccable. Yang Yuyao couldn't help but admire him in his heart, and then thought about how he couldn't even make a fire... Yang Yuyao felt that it was a blessing that he quickly recovered to a cultivation level above the Golden Core stage after losing his memory, otherwise he would not be able to survive in the wild. Ability, you have to starve yourself to death in the wild.

"Yu Yao, do you want to eat it?" Bird eggs are naturally easier to cook. Li Fengzhi calculated the time and pulled the mud-wrapped eggs out of the fire, knocked off the hardened mud, and asked expectantly. road.

"No, you can keep it for yourself. I've already gone off grain, so I don't have to eat." Yang Yuyao replied. He didn't understand why Li Fengzhi wanted to give it to him even though he hadn't eaten yet. Could it be because of him? Why did you buy him a pancake casually in Tongling Town?

"Then when you were in Tongling Town?" Li Fengzhi obviously remembered that Yang Yuyao was eating at that time.

"I will eat it when I'm greedy, but I no longer need to rely on food to maintain my life." Yang Yuyao responded. He didn't want it, not because Li Fengzhi didn't add condiments. Even if Li Fengzhi made it delicious, Yang Yuyao didn't want it. Will choose to refuse. The food that Li Fengzhi brought back seemed like a lot, but for a monk in the Qi training period, it was just the amount of one meal. No matter their age, monks in the Qi training stage are big eaters.

"And I really want to eat my own pastries." In order to show that he didn't dislike Li Fengzhi's roasted bird eggs, Yang Yuyao simply took the pastries he stored in the space ring and gave Li Fengzhi a piece. "Senior Zhu, what do you want?" Yang Yuyao looked at Zhu Molan and asked.

"No, thank you." Zhu Molan smiled and shook her head. She looked at the two teenagers and suddenly realized that she could no longer remember the taste of food. She practiced fasting. After going without food, she never ate anything or drank alcohol. Unexpectedly, after hundreds of years, when I look back now, I want to miss it, but even the taste memory I want to miss no longer exists.

The pastries that Yang Yuyao would prepare for himself as snacks were naturally very light, but Li Fengzhi didn't dislike them when he took them, but was very happy. Yang Yuyao guessed that it was probably because he could eat sweet food.

Yang Yuyao couldn't stand food that was too sweet, but in this world, Yang Yuyao found that the chances of eating food that he found too sweet were actually slim. Especially in dessert shops that are open to the public, there are not many particularly sweet desserts. Sweeter things are usually only available in wealthy families.

This is not because people in this world generally have bland tastes, but because sugar is generally more expensive. Although it is not so expensive that most people cannot afford it, it is usually very economical to use. Foods like steamed buns, if sold in Yang Yuyao's original world, would usually have some milk and sugar added to make them taste better. But in this world, steamed buns made from white flour are very luxurious, let alone adding sugar.

Speaking of steamed buns, Yang Yuyao suddenly remembered the few white-faced steamed buns that Li Fengzhi had tightly protected when he first met Li Fengzhi. At first, Yang Yuyao felt something was wrong, but he didn't think about it deeply at that time. It wasn't until he had a deeper understanding of what happened to this town that he understood why it was white-faced steamed buns.

In order to make a living, the residents of Tongling Town took out the polished rice and white flour stored in the yamen. In fact, they were reluctant to eat it at first. They did not start eating the grains originally stored in the yamen until all the food they had stored had been eaten. food. That's why Yang Yuyao could see the pasta they made from white flour.

It's ironic to say that if it weren't for the evil cultivators who occupied Tongling Town, and if it weren't for the residents of the town who were forced to survive and had the courage to move away the rice and noodles stored in the town's yamen, these ordinary people might not be able to eat enough in their entire lives. Polished rice and white flour.

After Li Fengzhi finished his meal and tidied up, he began to practice the Xin Jue with his legs crossed. Yang Yuyao looked at Zhu Molan and found that she had also begun to practice. So Yang Yuyao also made a show of crossing his legs, and then opened Xunlian.