There is no benefit.

How much is not beneficial, it saves her unnecessary wasted time is the greatest benefit.

Some people cut wood, some people lay foundations, and it didn't take much time to hire a carpenter to oversee the construction of the house for twenty taels.

The benefit is that others are huddled in tents, caught up in all kinds of noises, and she can study what she wants to study and think about in a quiet and safe place.

And... When it's raining, there's no need to call out if the tent is broken or leaking.

The heavy rain crackled on the eaves, and the coachman lit the oil lamp in the dimly lit room, "Your Highness, do you remember the Taoist priest a few days ago, and you thought how powerful he was, unlike the Lingzhu Guest House, now I am afraid that I will be drenched by this rain." ”

"There is no inevitable causal relationship between strength and money," Zhan Changfeng turned the page of the book and laughed rarely, "But these monks do have personalities more than ordinary people. ”

Whether it is the pursuit team of the Inspector's Mansion encountered at the post station, the mountain stone road man, the unknown congenital female cultivator, or the monk who set up a stall in Xiaohan Town, the shop that opened a shop, what they did was actually equivalent to the mortal world of catching fast people, passers-by, hawkers, and bosses, but it was not the same as this.

"Qi" is different.

Everyone has their own characteristics, and it's hard to generalize. It also seems more soulful.

The coachman thought of the people who had been devastated by the rain, and then thought of the request of His Highness when he traveled far away, "Then let them come and take shelter from the rain." ”

"No need, if you want to avoid the rain, you will come, and if you don't want to avoid it, you will be nosy," Zhan Changfeng said, "But anyone who knows a little about the weather knows that the rainstorm is coming, and it is their own choice to avoid it or not." ”

"Someone might not know?"

"I didn't have the kindness to take care of other people's birth, old age, sickness and death, rain and sunshine. ”

Or the original His Royal Highness, the coachman was inexplicably relieved, thinking about the ruthless prince who was in the military and political battles in the high hall, and suddenly wanted to cultivate what kind of road, one day the scenery gave you a sentence "Poor Dao will calculate a hexagram for you", oh, goosebumps are up.

Thankfully, it was just his imagination. The coachman rubbed his arms and happily went to deal with the prey from the mountain, "Your Highness, there are pheasant stewed mushrooms and wild boar meat today!"

"......" wondered why her coachman always liked to bring a dead animal, or a vegetable to her, and tell her what its name was.

Do you want to commemorate the blue sky and white clouds that have passed away?

It has to be said that the coachman managed to curb her interest in food.

Here, the coachman was happily cleaning up the pork in the kitchen, and inadvertently looked out of the window, and happened to see a young man surnamed Yang hurriedly holding the crumbling roof of the shed.

There were a lot of ordinary people who came to work, and after the incident, Zhan Changfeng also asked them to transcribe a detailed explanation of cultivation knowledge and bring it back according to the agreement.

But there were always people who were not satisfied, and stayed around the hut, trying to get closer. It's just that in the end, the people who were taken in Zhan Changfeng did not approach, and they all left, but Yang Ci'an did not move, and built a small shed outside the wooden house as a shelter.

Fortunately, he was polite and sensible, so he didn't come to bother.

The coachman stuck the butcher's knife on the cutting board and shouted at Yang Ci'an: "Boy, come here!"

Yang Ci'an was holding the horizontal log that was about to fall in embarrassment, the roof of the shed had collapsed in half, the wind and rain blocked his eyes and ears, and he could only vaguely hear someone calling him.

He looked up and saw the fierce man staring at him from behind the window, and he pointed at himself cautiously like thunder.

"Come here!" shouted the coachman again.

This time he heard clearly, "Hey, here it is!"

Yang Ci'an didn't care about his own shed, so he trotted to the back door of the kitchen in the rain, carefully wrung out the water on his clothes, and then knocked on the door.

"Come in. ”

The fire in the kitchen was burning, steaming, and he, a person who had been in the cold rain for a long time, was suddenly rushed by the heat, alternating between hot and cold, and suddenly he shook and shivered.

"What advice do you have from the predecessors?"

The coachman looked at him, "Can you make a fire?"

Yang Ci'an was stunned for a moment, and then nodded hurriedly.

"Go and look at the stove, I'm going to hold you accountable if it burns out!"

"Thank you, seniors, thank you. Yang Ci felt a warm flow in his heart, but his mouth was stupid, so he could only thank him vigorously.

The coachman waved his hand, this young man reminded him of his own time, in order to learn martial arts, isn't it just soft grinding and hard bubbles, going up the knife mountain and going down to the sea of fire.

But the coachman only warmed him, nothing else was possible, and His Highness didn't have his turn to put his beak there.

At this time, Yang Ci'an carefully took out a package from his arms, wrapped it in cloth and oiled paper layer after layer, and the coachman saw that he peeled it off carefully, revealing a detailed explanation of his hand-copied cultivation knowledge.

"Boy, do you understand what it's about?"

Yang Ci'an shook his head, but he had no regrets, "I'm already very happy to be able to peek into this corner of the cultivation world." ”

The coachman was amazed, "Why do you want to cultivate the Tao?"

In his opinion, monasticism really has no charm.

For immortality?

But it is enough for a person to live for a hundred years, eat meat, drink wine, pick up a knife to fight for the country, and put down the knife to reunite with his wife and children.

Yang Ci'an hesitated, and did not say the remarks of "get the avenue and smooth out the injustice in the world", but smiled bitterly, "Actually, I am an outlaw with a broken family, I just want to live and avoid this chaotic world, I heard that there is a gathering of immortals in the northwest, so I came." ”

"I lived here for two years, in fact, I just wanted to go inside, and they said that only cultivators can go in, so I wanted to do it. ”

Yang Ci comforted the book in his hand, "I never knew what cultivation was, and I didn't have a vague understanding until now, it's... It's probably unbearable to give up. ”

It really can't bear to be abandoned, just like mortals have never given up their yearning for the sky.

The wooden house was so small, with only one wall on the left and right, and Zhan Changfeng could hear the conversation in the kitchen even if he didn't use his senses.

However, when mortals want to go to heaven, most of them are delusional, and the small half falls into the mud.

Cultivation is not something you can do if you want to. Qualification, serendipity, luck... There are too many uncontrollable factors in it.

The more I came into contact with monasticism, the more I felt that I was nothing more than that. But that's also part of its charm.

Zhan Changfeng is still consummated in the realm, and he faintly wants to break through the innate nature, but in terms of cultivation, if he doesn't consider the pure yin bone, he is an ordinary martial artist.

Although she wants to go to Zangyunjian to find a way to repair her physical body, everyone in Zangyunjian cultivates the Tao, and there are many dangers, even if she takes a more secure path to school, she may always be a little disciple because she can't cultivate, and she can't get in touch with the treasures of heaven and earth.

If you want to come out, the pure yin bone can't hide it, and you have to face the problem of the first collapse of the physical body. And the cultivation method of Zangyunjian doesn't seem to be very powerful, and she is holding the Dragon Armor Divine Medal.Nine Turns to Life Decision, it can't be said that she is guilty of it.

In addition, there is the Gongsun clan eyeing up.

"Afterlife" can be used to form a technique with soul power, but now she has not even opened up the Purple Mansion, and her soul power is really meager, which is not enough to be of great use.

In the end, it was the question of what she should do to save her body.

A bunch of bad things.

Sure enough, if you make some mistakes, you can't make them, and if you do, you have to make up for them a thousand times over. Oh, if she sees the big ghost in the old mansion again, she won't be able to kill it.