A small casual cultivator!

Two days later, we crossed the river by boat.

Lu Luan sat cross-legged quietly at the bow of the boat, practicing with his eyes closed. The current of the Li River was not very slow, carrying him downstream at a leisurely pace.

Perhaps because the two banks are gradually becoming wider, signs of human habitation can be seen from time to time. After all, cultivators slay demons and become human beings, so there are fewer ferocious monsters where there are people. Going down the river, he is not worried about encountering any monsters.

Lijiang was not a big river, the water was not deep, and there were only fish and shrimps swimming at the bottom of the river. Sometimes he could even see mortal merchant ships passing by.

"Is the sun on?"

After practicing for a while, feeling the soft sunlight shining down from the sky, he opened his eyes and smiled. Then he put his hands behind his head, swung one foot over the edge of the boat, and slept on his back at the bow, quietly enjoying the warm and peaceful leisure time.

Looking at the white clouds floating in the sky and the birds flying among the clouds, he reached out his hand and said softly, "I have to break through to the fourth level of Qi Refining as soon as possible. Then I can fly freely in the sky like a bird."

He couldn't help but yearn for it when he imagined what it would be like to fly with a sword.

After lying down for a while, perhaps because he felt the wooden board was too hard and painful, he stood up and stood at the bow of the boat, looking forward.

"what?"

"what is that?"

Suddenly, he saw something floating on the river not far away.

So he rowed the boat towards the object.

When he got closer, he found that it was actually a male corpse, with clothes stained with blood and scars all over the body, floating in the water.

"Wait, this costume..."

"It was the disciple from the previous Immortal Sect."

When he got closer and looked at the person's attire, he was surprised to find that it was the same as the Zhengyang Sect disciple he had seen in Fengcheng.

"How could this person die here?"

Lu Luan's heart was shaken violently, and he was full of confusion. Not to mention that they were highly skilled in Taoism, just based on their identities as disciples of Xianmen, no one should dare to attack them.

Lu Luan was a little bit unconvinced, and looked at it carefully again. After finding that there was no life, he shook his head and sighed: "Alas, it is indeed dead, what a pity."

But he soon thought: "The disciples of the Immortal Sect should have a lot of good things on them, let's take a look at them first."

As he thought about it, he rowed the boat over with some anticipation in his heart.

When they got closer, they fished him out.

"Strange, his face isn't swollen. No, his body is still warm, so he's not dead!"

However, when he touched it, he felt that the person's body was still somewhat warm. If he was a dead person, he would have been ice cold after being soaked in water for a long time.

Without thinking too much, he quickly put it on the boat.

Then I could see clearly that the man was very handsome, about seventeen or eighteen years old. I tentatively touched his nostrils with my hand and found that there was indeed some breath left, so I was sure that he was still alive.

He squatted beside him, frowning and said, "Strange, I clearly feel no life at all, but the breath is still there. Could it be that he was seriously injured and closed all his energy before fainting, and fell into the river to escape?"

Then he looked at the scars on the man's body and said in shock, "Such serious injuries. If it were me, I would definitely die eight or ten times over."

"Storage bag!" Suddenly he saw a black and white bag tied under the other person's robe. It was very exquisite and much better than his own. His eyes immediately lit up and he took it off.

“Why can’t it be opened?”

However, he soon discovered that the opening of this storage bag was sealed by a force, and it was not as easy to open as his storage bag. Since he could not crack it, he put it aside in disappointment.

"Should we try to save him?" Lu Luan pondered as he looked at the man.

With such a serious injury, it is very likely that he cannot be saved. After repeatedly staring at him, he said silently: "Disciple of the Immortal Sect, if you can save him, there may be many benefits."

"But... will my spiritual herbs be of any use?" The quality of the spiritual herbs in his storage bag was very limited. If he failed to save the person, all his efforts would be in vain. After weighing the pros and cons, he gritted his teeth and said:

"Let's take a gamble. This is a rare opportunity. If we can't save him, the worst that can happen is that we'll just lose a few spiritual herbs."

Then he took out three things from his storage bag, including red blood ginseng, snake-patterned ganoderma, and a small stone bowl that he usually used to pound medicine, and muttered, "Although these may be ordinary things to you, they should be of some use."

Next, he placed the two spiritual herbs in a stone mortar and crushed them. After a while, he collected the juice from them.

These are the essence of the elixir, which are much better than the rock saliva he had obtained before.

Smelling the tempting fragrance, Lu Luan swallowed and carefully dripped the spiritual liquid into the young man's mouth.

“Don’t waste it. Don’t waste it.”

After doing all this, he swallowed the remaining residue into his stomach and even drank the water used to wash the rock bowl. Although the most precious essence was gone, there was still some stuff left in it. For him, it was very beneficial to take it.

Sure enough, as soon as it entered his stomach, he felt a very refreshing cool current coming from his stomach, circulating in his body, which was very comfortable.

He quickly moved the immortal sect disciple into the boat and then sat down cross-legged, taking the time to practice and digest the medicinal energy.

Time passed slowly. When it rained, he hid in the boat awning. When it was sunny, he went outside to bask in the sun.

……

Three days passed.

In the boat, Lu Luan checked the man's injuries and frowned, "Why is there no sign of improvement?"

"Alas, it seems that he cannot be saved. What a pity that I wasted my two precious elixirs."

There was disappointment in his eyes, because the disciples of the immortal sect were more grateful than the independent cultivators with complicated minds. If he could be rescued, even if he was not given a big reward, he would at least give him a few good elixirs.

"Gu... gu..."

At this moment, his stomach suddenly started to growl. He touched his abdomen and looked at the unfinished fish meat beside him. He felt nauseous and cursed himself, "What an idiot! Why didn't you go to the city to buy more food before leaving? I'm going to vomit after eating this fish."

After saying that, he walked to the front of the boat, looked at the smoke rising from the distant mountain bend, and said silently: "Let's get something to eat first."

Although the Essence Pills in the storage bag could help him resist hunger, he was not so extravagant as to eat them as meals.

Less than half an hour later.

"Grandma, are you selling your bacon?"

Lu Luan came to a farmer's house, ready to spend some money on a meal, but he saw several pieces of top-quality smoked bacon hanging on the beams of the house. He immediately started drooling and asked anxiously.

I think when his parents were still alive, this kind of bacon was also hanging in his house. His favorite was to stir-fry the bacon with watercress and add some garlic sprouts. Just thinking about it makes him drool.

There was a kind old lady in the room. Seeing Lu Luan's appearance, she laughed and said, "Little boy, you want to eat bacon, right? Okay, grandma will make it for you."

"Thank you grandma."

Lu Luan immediately thanked him and then he also extended his hand.

After a while, four or five dishes of delicious farm dishes were ready.

The old and young who had been away from home all came back, and Lu Luan ate with them.

After a full meal.

"Grandma, this is one tael of silver, thank you."

Lu Luan took out the silver and placed it on the wooden table.

The old woman who was washing dishes nearby saw this and said reprimandingly, "You kid, it's just a meal, why do you need money? Besides, we live in a poor and remote area, and we have nowhere to spend money. You should keep it for yourself. You are so young and you have traveled all over the country. There are many places to spend money."

Seeing her determination, Lu Luan's eyes moved and he said, "Then I can buy a few pieces of bacon."

"This……"

"Little brother, I'll get you a few pieces right away. Take them home and eat them slowly. We have plenty of bacon at home anyway."

A young man in the room saw this and quickly spoke up, then came out carrying more than 20 kilograms of meat.

"Thank you, brother."

"Goodbye everyone."

After saying thank you, he happily left with the meat.

On the way, looking at the food in his hands, he smiled with satisfaction and said, "I haven't tasted this kind of flavor for a long time. There are so many, enough for me to eat all the way to Taiyuan City."

After putting the things into the storage bag, he hurried along the forest path to where the boat was moored.

After seeing the boat from afar, Lu Luan thought to himself, "That man should be dead soon. When the time comes, we should find a place to dig a grave and bury him in peace."

I bury the dead, and I bury others when I die. He also hopes that if something unexpected happens to him one day, someone will be able to properly handle his body.

"Ok?"

However, when he arrived at the side of the boat, he was stunned because the man in the tent actually sat cross-legged.

"Fellow Daoist, you're awake!" Lu Luan said in surprise, and then stepped over.

"You saved me."

The man slowly opened his eyes and looked at him weakly.

"Yes," Lu Luan nodded, "A few days ago, I was sailing down and happened to see you floating in the water. Oh, this is your storage bag, and I didn't touch it at all."

As he spoke, he quickly took out the man's storage bag.

After the man took it, he asked, "What's your name?"

"My name is Lu Luan, a small cultivator wandering around." Lu Luan answered honestly.

"He's only fourteen or fifteen years old, and he's already reached the third level of Qi Refining. It seems his talent isn't bad either."

The young man muttered to himself, then bowed and said, "Thank you for rescuing me, little brother. If I had met someone else, I would have died. Don't worry, I won't let you rescue me in vain."

In the state I was in before when I fainted, if I met someone with bad intentions, he could easily take my life.

Lu Luan was overjoyed, but he remained calm and said, "Daoyou should recover from your injuries first."

"No need, little brother, I'm leaving soon." The man shook his head.

"Leaving? But your injuries are so severe."

"none……"

The man was about to say something when blood suddenly gushed out of his mouth and dripped onto the boat.

"Fellow."

Lu Luan hurried forward to support him.

The young man picked up his storage bag and tried to activate it, but after barely floating up, he fell down again. He frowned and muttered, "The magic weapon is broken. I didn't expect that my soul would be so severely damaged. I have to find a place to recuperate first."

"Cough cough."

Due to his severe injuries, his body couldn't bear the slightest circulation of his Qi and he started coughing up blood. Now he was so weak that he couldn't even open his storage bag.

"Fellow Daoist, I have some spiritual herbs for healing. You should recover first before leaving." Lu Luan quickly took out some of the best spiritual herbs from his storage bag.

The young man looked at them with some disappointment in his eyes, "These spiritual herbs are too low-level, they are useless to me."

After thinking for a while, he took out a token from his waist, handed it to Lu Luan, and said, "Little brother, my name is Li Yun, and I am an inner disciple of Zhengyang Sect. This is my Zhengyang Token. When you reach the fourth level of Qi Refining, you can take this token to Zhengyang Sect. At the very least, you can become a recorder disciple."

"This……"

Looking at the token, he was so shocked that he was speechless.

"You saved me, and this is what I should do. Although the Recorder Disciple is not a formal disciple, it can give you a different identity, and you will still have the opportunity to officially join the sect in the future."

After Lu Luan realized what was happening, he immediately said:

"Thank you, fellow Taoist."

Seeing that he was in a very bad state, he said, "Daoyou, how about I take you back to Zhengyang Gate?"

"Your cultivation is too weak. I may be being hunted by a demon cultivator right now. It's too dangerous to be with you." The young man shook his head, suppressed his injuries, stood up, and said to him:

"Little brother, after I leave, you should burn the boat, change your clothes, and stay as far away from here as possible. Remember, do not expose the Zhengyang Order casually. It is a token of trust. People are treacherous and it is easy for others to snatch it away."

"Got it." Lu Luan nodded heavily to show that he understood.

After giving a few more warnings, the young man jumped off the boat, tapped the surface of the river with his toes a few times, and disappeared into the dense forest on the opposite bank.

Looking at his back, Lu Luan was shocked and said, "He is still so skilled after being injured so badly. He must be at least at the seventh level of Qi Refining. I hope he can return to the sect safely."

Although his cultivation was powerful, his injuries were too severe and he could no longer fly with his sword.

"I have reached the fourth level of Qi Refining. I have to work harder."

He looked down at the token in his hand and clenched it tightly. When his master was alive, his greatest wish was for him to enter the immortal gate one day and learn more skills.

"This treasure must be kept separately, to prevent it from being snatched away along with the storage bag."

Lu Luan took out a storage bag from his clothes. He got it from the three casual cultivators in Nanling. He originally wanted to find a place to exchange it for Essence Pills.

After putting the Zhengyang Order, some elixirs and miscellaneous items in it, he stuffed the storage bag into the hidden layer of his clothes. If you don't feel around carefully, you will never find it.

You have to be more careful with treasures like this.