The next morning, in Seinfeld's cabin, next to him was a stove with an open flame burning from a tree branch. The branches were prepared by the gang last night, and in order to burn all night, the firewood was stacked on Sengfei for most of the house.

In this way, Seinfeld lit a fire and sat down until dawn.

And at this moment, Seinfeld's right hand was holding the manuscript of the Bright Sun Jue, and his left hand was between the flames, roasting it like barbecue.

Strange things happened, Seinfeld's flesh and blood were placed in the flames, and the flames treated him as if they were nothing, and they did not affect Seinfeld's left hand in the slightest, let alone burns and the like.

Seinfeld was amazed: "I didn't expect that this is a spell, if you don't know the method, it is difficult to practice it to go to the sky, and after knowing the method, it is so simple." ”

The first layer of the Sunny Technique, after a night's time, was finally completed. If this terrifying comprehension ability spreads, I am afraid that it will cause a major earthquake in the entire sphere of influence of the Yuehua Sect.

At this moment, the miracle is so lonely in the small room, and the way of fire, in Seinfeld's heart, is becoming clearer and clearer.

"This is the Dao method, compared to the flame legs of the Five Elements Recipe and the Bright Sun Technique, there is really a huge gap. Seinfeld praised.

The sky outside had begun to brighten, and Seinfeld stopped cultivating the Sunny Technique and began to wash.

Listening to Meng Qing, if the water system Dao method is cultivated to a certain level, you can directly use spells to wash away your own dirt, the effect is several times better than washing with a towel, and washing is cleaner than rubbing the ground.

Seinfeld wondered if he would wait for the Sunny Technique to reach a few levels, and then turn to the study of the water system?

Opening the door, Seinfeld stretched his waist, outside the door, birds came out to feed, even the cloud peak was full of pleasant birdsong, the air in the mountains was extremely refreshing, a little inhalation, can make Seinfeld feel a lot more comfortable.

This kind of leisurely life, even in the previous life, was a luxury, but I didn't expect to be able to enjoy such a morning when I crossed over to this even more cruel cultivation realm.

Cottages, hills, woods, vines, springs, what a wonderful setting.

Indulging in this fairyland-like environment, you can forget your troubles, let your heart become incomparably empty, and after you have less troubles, you should be able to cultivate more quickly.

No wonder in the legend of the previous life, the immortals like to live in the land of beautiful mountains and rivers, in addition to the strong aura, the other layer, it should be the environment that affects the mood of people, making people's hearts more ethereal.

Seinfeld looked up at the sky, it was just dawn, the sun was still hiding in the ravine, and the sky was white.

It's just that there is a small black spot on the sky with the white belly of this fish, sunspots, no, Seinfeld was a little puzzled in his heart.

However, before Seinfeld could wonder, the black dot in the sky suddenly became larger in Seinfeld's field of vision, and it turned out that a heavy object fell from the sky and fell rapidly in the direction of Seinfeld.

Seinfeld's gaze followed the direction of the heavy object, his whole head, from looking up, then slowly smoothed, and then his gaze followed the black dots, and suddenly lowered his head.

"Bang. The black slammed into Seinfeld's heels, stirring up dust in the sky, Seinfeld's expression was shocked, and he stared blankly at the pit that was faintly visible in the dust in front of him.

When the dust cleared, Seinfeld saw the scene in front of him clearly, just half a meter in front of him, in a humanoid pit half a meter deep, and a man in gray was lying in the pit.

The gray-clothed man's upper body was motionless, but his feet were trembling slightly, as if to tell Seinfeld that the owner of this body was not dead.

Seinfeld looked into the depths of the sky, then at the man in gray whose feet trembled in the pit. Oh my God, what kind of physique should this have, after a person smashes the ground half a meter deep, his body has not yet deformed, and he will even tremble.

To say that he is a master, there is no coercion on his body that is the kind of foundation building period and the master of the Jindan period. But if he's a mediocre hand, just kidding, that mediocre hand can fall from a height of several thousand meters and still be alive.

Forget it, don't think about it.

Seinfeld said to the deep pit: "This senior, it doesn't matter if you want it, whether you want the junior to help or not." ”

In the face of Seinfeld's soft shout, the man in gray didn't seem to react.

"Senpai, you're okay. Seinfeld shouted again.

After the words fell, the gray-clothed man, whose feet were trembling and his upper body was motionless, suddenly sat up, which startled Seinfeld.

The man in gray sat cross-legged in the deep pit, and Seinfeld saw the appearance of the man in gray clearly, with a messy hair like a bird's nest and a lot of mud, and a beard like an old Taoist priest in a Chinese ghost story movie, at this moment like a cabbage root that had just been pulled out of the ground, with a mess of dirt.

Although Seinfeld knew that the inconspicuous-looking monk in front of him was a master, judging from his appearance, no matter how he looked at it, Seinfeld felt that this person looked more like a pig killer than an immortal cultivator.

Anyway, his whole body, including his face, was covered with mud, and only a pair of eyes were not wrapped in mud, revealing a blazing essence.

The man in gray looked around for a moment, then fixed his gaze on Seinfeld's body, ignoring his own dirt, and asked in a deep voice, "Little brother, where is this?"

"Here, it's the Cangye Sect's sphere of influence. Seinfeld said, "Senior, do you want to wash it up?" ”

"Scrubbing?" The man in gray was stunned for a moment, then spread his hands out, looked around himself, and continued, "No, it's not in the way." ”

Then, with a wave of his sleeves, the dirt on his body, like a tiny ant, magically faded to his feet layer by layer, and in less than three seconds, all the dirt on his body crawled to his feet, and his whole body, which was originally covered with mud, became dusty in an instant.

Seinfeld was dumbfounded, this stunt alone was even more magical than the cleaning technique of the water system.

"It's good now. The gray-clothed man stood up from the pit and said, "I haven't heard of the Cangye Sect where it is." ”

Seinfeld's heart moved: "Isn't Your Excellency a member of the Yuehua Sect's sphere of influence?"

"You said Yuehuazong, I've heard of this, Sima Zhe," the gray-clothed man said casually.

"Who is Sima Zhe?" Seinfeld wondered, but didn't ask more.

"I didn't expect to run so far. The man in gray muttered, and continued, "Okay, you can have breakfast with peace of mind, little brother, do you have anything to eat?"

Seinfeld smiled: "This place is shabby, there are no good things, what do you want to eat, senior?"

"Manly man, of course you have to eat meat. The gray-clothed man then walked out of the pit gently, shook his head and said, "Forget it, don't let you be busy, I'll come by myself." ”

The gray-clothed man's voice fell, and then his hands grabbed into the void, and Seinfeld saw that in the space where the gray-clothed man was targeting, a huge wild boar suddenly flew out, and the hind legs of the wild boar fell into the palm of the gray-clothed man's outstretched hand.

The wild boar, even speaking, was in the hands of the man in gray at the moment, struggling non-stop.

Seinfeld was stunned, what kind of spell is this, it's too amazing, is it a matter of taking things from the air? But this space is too far away, you know, the direction that the gray man grabbed just now was empty for a mile, and the wild boar he grabbed at this moment didn't know how far he caught it.

What's more, he didn't feel that there were wild boars nearby, how did he see them?

Have no bottom. Seinfeld came to a conclusion.

"Little brother, I'm going to borrow your place, barbecue, and please lend me for a while. The man in gray smiled at Seinfeld, he had always behaved very politely, and he didn't have any seniors at all.

"Oh, the seniors want to barbecue? the juniors are here to help. Seinfeld laughed.

"No, I borrowed your place, and I invited you to eat. The man in gray suddenly grabbed Seinfeld and floated towards the back mountain of Lianyun Peak. Seinfeld only felt that the surrounding images quickly retreated behind him, and more than ten seconds later, he and the man in gray, as well as the wild boar in the hands of the man in gray, came to the small deep pool in the back mountain.

The man in gray took out a pig-killing knife, grabbed the boar's feet, raised the tip of the front part of the pig-killing knife, and skillfully stabbed the boar's neck.

Seinfeld smiled beside him: "The predecessor is a good technique, and he is very skilled in killing pigs." ”

The gray-clothed man smiled: "What's this, before Lao Tzu cultivated, he was a pig killer." ”

No, Seinfeld was surprised in his heart, it turned out that he was really a pig killer.

The man in gray seemed to see the confusion on Seinfeld's face, and laughed loudly: "What's so strange about this, before I cultivated, I was a pig killer, it's not false at all." ”

"That senior is a good chance. Seinfeld sighed, "I can go from being a pig killer to cultivating to an unfathomable realm." ”

"Good chance?" The face of the man in gray showed a thick disdain, and the originally smiling face suddenly sprung up with a very strange anger, "That kind of chance, I don't want it." ”

said this sentence without any falsification, so that Seinfeld could see at a glance that this was what the man in gray thought.

"It's strange, is there anything wrong with changing from a pig killer to a monk? Maybe I've experienced some sad things, we meet in Pingshui, the other party has an unpredictable temper, and sometimes a master who can't see through it, so don't say hello." Seinfeld said in his heart.

As if stimulated, the man in gray just finished speaking, and the dagger in his hand cut off the head of the wild boar, and suddenly, the blood of the headless wild boar surged.

The man in gray who was stimulated suddenly came back to his senses after a while, and with a miraculous smile on his face, he said to Seinfeld, "I'm sorry, I was too excited just now." ”

Seinfeld shook his head: "Senior is polite, I'll help senior wash pork." ”

"I'll do it anyway. The man in gray waved his hand and sighed, "I haven't done this work for a long time, and I miss it a little, but it's a pity that such a good pig was not killed well this time, which affected the taste." ”

Seinfeld didn't speak, but watched as the man in gray expertly peeled the skin, washed it, and then chopped the meat into large pieces and used branches to stir it up, during which Seinfeld found some dry wood and lit an open fire.

"Senior, this barbecue, I'll come. Seinfeld laughed.

"Oh, is your barbecue more delicious?" said the man in gray with some surprise at Seinfeld's desire to barbecue his own meat.

Seinfeld smiled and said confidently: "If you want to say that the roast is better than the seniors, the juniors are not sure, but I think the taste of my roasting should not have been tasted by the seniors." ”

Hearing Seinfeld's words, the gray-clothed man's eyes lit up and said, "Okay, then I'll try it, your different barbecue." Brother, if you really bake well, I'll tell you a secret. ”

Seinfeld's heart moved, a secret that an unpredictable master said? What could that be.