Chapter 5 New Opportunity



In this kind of climate, the light between heaven and earth is naturally dim.

A falcon with feathers covered with mottled gray dots stood on a protruding ledge on the rock wall.

Its sharp eyes stared straight at a cave covered by grass and trees at the foot of the cliff. It was like a patient hunter quietly waiting for its prey to appear. The dim weather was not enough to affect its gaze.

Waiting pays off. Before long, a pair of snow-white ears popped out from the hole.

Almost at the same time, the falcon spread its wings and swooped down from the rock shelf at an extremely fast speed, drawing a deadly arc.

Whoosh! The white rabbit had no time to react.

A pair of sharp claws had dropped from the sky, imprisoning his body in its sharp eagle claws.

After getting the prey, the falcon spread its wings and was about to take off into the sky.

But before it could take any action.

Buzz! A slight sound, similar to the sound of a bird flapping its wings at high speed, came from somewhere below the cliff.

The next moment.

The falcon's head had already disappeared.

Its body posture even maintains the movement of spreading its wings as if ready to fly.

At the neck where its head disappeared, a thin layer of ice froze all the blood in the wound, leaving not even a drop of blood.

His gaze shifted to the culprit that had killed the falcon with that strike.

An ordinary arrow feather penetrated directly into the trunk of an ancient tree behind the falcon, leaving only half of the arrow protruding outside the ancient tree.

Similarly, the place where the ancient tree was pierced was also covered with a layer of frost.

About fifty feet away, a young man with a longbow on his back was running towards the falcon's corpse.

His face was sickly pale, his long black hair was tied up casually, and his temperament was lazy and casual.

This person was none other than Kong Ju. The longbow in his hand was the magic weapon he got from Chu Jianghe's cave, so it had such power.

From fifty feet away, he shot the falcon's head silently.

Kong Ju came to the falcon's frozen body, picked it up, and smiled.

"After practicing for half a month, I finally got a bit more accurate. At this distance, I can already pose a threat to my opponent in actual combat."

Half a month has passed since Kong Ju entered Chu Jianghe Cave.

In the past half month, Kong Ju has been practicing archery all the time besides practicing.

It harmed many small animals in the forest.

Finally, there has been some small success.

In addition, Kong Ju gave the longbow a very elegant name using the ink he had accumulated from reading books in the Miscellaneous Book House for two years.

Bee language!

Because when a longbow is shot, its bowstring makes a sound similar to the flapping of hummingbird wings.

The reason why the longbow is called a magic weapon is because it can be infused with spiritual power by the holder, so that the arrows shot out carry the holder's spiritual power and are more powerful.

The frozen corpse of the falcon after its death is the embodiment of Kong Jue's spiritual power of the Frost-Nourishing Wheel Sutra.

Of course, Bee Language is just an ordinary magic weapon at the Yanglun realm.

More powerful magical weapons can even amplify the holder's spiritual power, allowing them to unleash attacks that far exceed the holder's cultivation level.

Kong Jue didn't have the capital to purchase a magical instrument of that level.

Bee language is enough.

"Drink soup tonight!" Kong Ju muttered as he picked up the falcon's corpse. He casually took the white rabbit out of the eagle's claws, threw it aside, and let it disappear deep into the grass.

It’s not that he felt pity, it’s mainly because rabbit meat was too tough and he didn’t like it.

Holding the prey, Kong Ju glanced at the black clouds that were getting lower and lower between the sky and the earth, and had no intention of staying for long.

"Calculating the time, it's time to go back and practice."

In the past half month, his daily life has been either cultivation or archery practice. Although it is ordinary, he enjoys it.

As for the position in the Miscellaneous Bookstore, he had resigned from it long ago.

He stayed there for two years just to wait for the opportunity.

Now that the opportunity has been obtained, half of the monthly salary of ten spirit crystals will be deducted. Whoever wants to take the position can take it. Anyway, Kong Ju doesn't want to stay.

Humming a tuneless little tune all the way, Kong Ju walked straight down the mountain.

His newly built residence was a thatched hut at the foot of the mountain that could barely provide shelter from the wind and rain.

In line with the principle of thrift and diligence and spending every spiritual crystal wisely, there was nothing in that shabby house except a broken bed.

Of course, the thatched hut was just a cover.

In fact, Kong Ju spent most of his time in the cave, practicing with the help of spiritual springs.

But I still have to pretend to go there every day, otherwise I will attract attention.

After all, Kong Ju had worked in the Miscellaneous Book Building for two years, and many of his outer disciples knew him.

Today Kong Jue was also planning to symbolically pass by his thatched hut and then go to the underground cave.

However, as Kong Ju, carrying the falcon's corpse, had just walked down the mountain, he saw from afar a sturdy figure sitting under the eaves outside his thatched hut, as if waiting for him.

The weather was gloomy and it was about to rain, so the visitors were in no hurry to leave.

This scene made Kong Qi frown slightly.

As they got closer, Kong Ju could see the man's face clearly and called out softly, "Brother Pastor!"

This person was none other than the pastor brother, Makita, who had borrowed the book Linggu Zazao Lun from Zashulou half a month ago.

Kong Ju became even more confused. It seemed that he had no contact with Mu Tian, ​​who was busy cultivating spiritual fields all day long. Looking at his attitude, it seemed that he was waiting for him.

"Junior Brother Kong Ju, you are finally back. I have been waiting for you for a long time. I only found out when I went to the Miscellaneous Bookstore to return books today that you have resigned from your position there." Mutian saw that Kong Ju's eyes lit up, and he quickly stood up from the eaves stairs to greet him.

"Brother Pastor, if you want to return the book, just go directly to the junior brother who contacted me." Kong Ju smiled, and it was obvious that he said this on purpose.

The purpose was to ask Makita why he came to see him.

As expected, Makita quickly waved his hands to explain, stating the purpose of his visit: "No, no, no, it's not about the book. I came here specifically to look for Junior Brother Kong."

"You made a special trip to see me?" Kong Ju became even more curious and waited for Mutian's explanation.

"To be honest with you, Junior Brother Kong, there are some problems with the spiritual rice of Cangwu Sect this year."

"A large number of strange insects called marrow-eating locusts suddenly appeared out of nowhere. They are extremely abominable and specialize in eating the marrow of the main trunk of spiritual rice. All the spiritual rice that has been absorbed by them is dying. Seeing that this year's harvest will not reach the stipulated quota of the sect, I am so anxious that my hair has turned white."

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

When Makita spoke excitedly, his face, which was tanned by the sun, turned red.

It was obvious that his anxiety was not fake. The production of spiritual rice was reduced and failed to meet the output required by the sect. Not only would he not receive any reward, but he would also be punished.

A spiritual farmer works for a year and relies on the income from spiritual rice, so it would be strange if he is not anxious.

"You know, I've read a lot of books about spiritual rice diseases from the Cangwu sect in the past few months."

"I finally found a way to get rid of the pests."

The more Kong Ju listened, the more he felt something was wrong. His face looked strange, and he muttered to himself:

"If you find a way to get rid of the pests, just go ahead and implement it. Why are you looking for me? I don't know how to farm."

Suddenly, Mutian changed the subject and looked straight at Kong Ju, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

"Marrow-eating locusts are afraid of the cold. I just met Junior Brother Shangguan in the Miscellaneous Book Building. He said that Junior Brother Kong Ju is practicing the Frost-Reducing and Wheel-Nourishing Sutra, which is just the right thing to restrain the marrow-eating locusts."

"The other disciples who specialize in ice-based skills are too ruthless. I'm afraid that even the spiritual rice and the marrow-eating locusts will be wiped out."

"The Frost-Reducing Nurturing Wheel Sutra will not do that. It will only cover the surface of the spiritual rice with a layer of frost and will not damage the roots."

Kong Ju finally understood why Makita was looking for him.

"Shangguan Yuzhou, this guy, even with the spiritual spring to help him, he doesn't practice well, and he just runs to the Miscellaneous Book Building all day long!"

Kong Ju was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. There should be a few people in the sect who practiced the same martial arts as him.

It would be fine if it was Shangguan Yuzhou, but why would Mutian come to find me?

"Brother Pastor, this is just your speculation. It is still unknown whether it will work."

Kong Ju touched his chin and decided to politely decline Senior Brother Makita's offer.

He didn't think that he could solve the insect pest that had left the entire Cangwu Sect's Duling farmers helpless.

He is not Shangguan Yuzhou, who relies on his high talent to run around everywhere.

The most urgent thing for Kong Qi is to concentrate on his cultivation.

“Junior Brother Kong, don’t worry, I will pay you five spirit crystals as a reward regardless of success or failure.”

Makita invited him seriously and took out five crystal stones from his pocket to show his sincerity.

"It's not about the money... I promised you."

Kong Ju's sudden change of attitude left Makita stunned.

Then he quickly decided the matter with a look of ecstasy: "It's settled, Junior Brother Kong, I'll wait for you at the Lingtian tomorrow morning."

After saying this, Mutian turned and left, fearing that Kong Ju would go back on his word.

Kong Ju was left standing there with a helpless look on his face, pouting as he watched Makita's back disappear into the distance.

He wasn't entirely in it for the money.

Because when Makita finished explaining the whole thing and formally invited me.

The cloud-patterned stele that had been immersed in his consciousness for half a month suddenly moved.

'Help the Cangwu Sect's spiritual farmers eliminate pests and gain +2 chance points'

The bright handwriting on the cloud pattern stele, plus the fact that he could get spiritual crystals on this trip, made Kong Ju's attitude change so quickly.

"Will there be opportunities in the spiritual field?" Kong Ju was left standing alone under the eaves, stroking his chin and lost in thought.

The soil of the Cangwu sect's spiritual fields has been turned over thousands of times by spiritual farmers. It would be strange if there was any opportunity.

But the guidance of the Cloud Pattern Stele is definitely not wrong.

For example, the opportunity of the Miscellaneous Book House is not actually in the Miscellaneous Book House itself.

"Perhaps, there will be other opportunities and encounters." Kong Ju murmured and stopped thinking about it. The Cloud Pattern Stele's control over opportunities was not something he could understand, so he simply stopped thinking about it.

During the brief period when Kong Ju was thinking.

Boom! A loud thunderclap broke out in the sky.

Then, raindrops as big as beans fell all over the ground.

The eaves of the thatched hut built by Kong Jue could not block such heavy rain, and he was soaked through in an instant.

Whoosh! Carrying the falcon's corpse, Kong Ju rushed out of the hut like a gust of wind and headed straight for the cave.

(End of this chapter)


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