The Magician of Cultivation

It was still a bit cold in Camelback Mountain at the end of April.

Li Yu lay down again and pulled the quilt. His body had not yet been trained, so he could not withstand the cold.

Changing into a comfortable position, Li Yu lay down and began to look through the memories of little Li Yu.

Little Li Yu is already ten and a half years old, not eight or nine years old as Li Yu thought at first.

Unlike other children of this age who are childish and naughty, little Li Yu is very sensible. He even feels a little ashamed of himself for his understanding of some things.

For example, the words that little Li Yu often uses to comfort himself.

"Why do babies cry when they are born? Because they know that their miserable life is about to begin. Alas, who doesn't live in pain?"

It was hard for Li Yu to imagine that such words would come from a child. This at least showed that little Li Yu was a smart and thoughtful kid.

"Oh, what a pity," Li Yu sighed secretly and continued to look down.

"So the practitioners in this world are called fighters or magicians."

Finally coming into contact with the power system of this world, Li Yu also became serious and read on carefully.

"Fighters cultivate their fighting spirit, which is usually close combat. Magicians cultivate their magic power, which is usually long-range magic combat. Uh, that's all? Just that?" Li Yu was speechless.

But he also knew that this could not be blamed on Xiao Li Yu.

After all, he is just a ten-year-old child and knows very little.

Moreover, he had hardly been out since he got a strange disease a year ago. He heard these things from the strange old man in the village.

The strange old man is what little Li Yu calls him, and everyone in the village calls him Old Qiao.

Mr. Qiao is said to be in his sixties or seventies.

But he doesn't look like that at all. He came to Yuexi Village alone ten years ago.

It is said that he walked around the village several times, saying "yes" repeatedly.

Then he found the village chief of Yuexi Village, gave him ten gold coins and moved in. Of course, he built the house himself, not because the villagers didn't want to help, but because Mr. Qiao didn't want to.

According to Xiao Liyu's summary, there are three main peculiarities about the strange old man Qiao.

The first strange thing is that he doesn’t look old.

Little Li Yu heard from his father Li Qing that when Old Qiao came to their village ten years ago, he had this rosy face. If he hadn't revealed his age himself, no one would have believed that he could be so old.

The second strange thing is that Mr. Qiao never takes the initiative to greet people, nor does he communicate with others, and no one has ever come to visit him.

Moreover, he did not plant or hunt, and was always away for two days at the end of every month. When he appeared again, he would bring back some necessities of life in large and small bags.

The third strange thing is that there are so many stories about Mr. Qiao.

Although Mr. Qiao doesn't like to communicate with adults, he likes children very much.

Before little Li Yu fell ill, he often went to Old Qiao's house with Ergou, who lived next door, to listen to stories.

It was also from that time that he knew there were fighters and magicians out there.

It is said that they are all big shots who can cause mountains to collapse and the earth to crack with just a wave of their hands.

Once, Mr. Qiao seemed to be drunk and reeked of alcohol.

After telling the story, he boasted to them that he was a magician, which made the little ones burst into laughter.

They really couldn't connect the high and mighty magician with the skinny old man in front of them.

After Mr. Qiao finished speaking, he also laughed, which further confirmed their thoughts.

No one took this matter seriously. The children just thought it was Mr. Qiao's drunken talk and didn't take it seriously.

The nickname of weird old man also spread among them, but Mr. Qiao didn't get angry after hearing it.

"This Mr. Qiao is not an ordinary person"

Li Yu stopped here, looking thoughtful.

After all, Xiao Liyu and the others were just kids, so they took what Old Qiao said as drunken nonsense.

But Li Yu won’t.

In his previous life, Li Yu was a core member of the third-rate sect, the Five Elements Sect, so he naturally had some experience.

"The fact that Mr. Qiao looks young is extraordinary. It is possible that he is really the magician he mentioned."

There may be people here who look down on the Five Elements Sect as just a third-rate sect.

But you have to know that there are three thousand great ways.

Different regions and different habits lead to different ways of cultivation.

There are tens of thousands of sects in the world of cultivation, but less than a hundred of them are truly mainstream. This shows that being mainstream means strength.

"Why does this old man Qiao want to stay in Yuexi Village? Is there some treasure in Yuexi Village that attracts him? Or has he seen through the world and wants to retire to the mountains? Or is he trying to avoid his enemies?..."

In an instant, Li Yu thought of several possibilities, but he had no way to judge any of them.

"No matter what, this little Li Yu knows too little. Judging from the current situation, this old Qiao has no intention of revealing his identity for the time being. He has not done anything to harm the villagers of Yuexi Village."

Li Yu scratched his head and stopped thinking about it. There was no point in thinking about it.

As for going to see Mr. Qiao in person, he didn't have any idea of ​​doing so for the time being.

Who knows what methods the masters in this world have?

If Mr. Qiao could find out that he was possessed by a spirit and suppress him, he would have no place to cry.

If you want to go and find out, you must at least have some ability to protect yourself.

After turning over the matter of Mr. Qiao, Li Yu continued to check his memory.

After that, there was no particularly useful information. It was just a scene of several children playing together, which made Li Yu smile slightly.

"Before Li Yu got sick, he was also a little brat, well-known in the village for his mischief."

It took Li Yu an entire hour to finish reading these memories.

"Now that we are here, let's make the best of it"

Li Yu rested his head on his hands and looked at the ceiling. He didn't think about anything, and soon he fell into a deep sleep.

The plan for a year is in spring, and the plan for a day is in the morning.

Spring is the time when dead trees sprout new branches and all things revive and flourish.

The early morning is when the night ends and everything gradually wakes up.

So whether it is spring or early morning, it represents vitality.

For cultivators, the early morning hours of spring are the time of the year when the spiritual energy is the most intense and active.

Practicing at this time will have the best effect.

Although Li Yu went to bed late yesterday, he woke up when the sky in the east just started to turn pale.

I got up, dressed, and opened the bedroom window.

Li Yu's room is on the right, which is the east.

After the window was opened, Li Yu stood in front of it, facing east, with his hands in a gesture, staring at the gradually revealed redness without blinking.

The blush was just a thin line at first, and then the line slowly widened.

During this process, the color gradually deepens, starting with a light blush, then rosy red, wine red, and finally blood red.

Finally, the entire eastern sky was painted blood red.

When the blood-red was at its most intense, the fish belly white on the sky, which was dyed red, looked as if it had been cut in half by a sharp sword.

A round purple sun was struggling to come out of the crack. In just a moment, it had already appeared halfway, and a touch of warm light spread over the earth.