As the sky gradually darkened, the expressions on the faces of the Taoists in the mountains became somewhat ugly, and they even felt a little uneasy. Lord Lingmiao of Juyun had not come until now, and they began to worry whether some of their actions over the years had angered Lord Lingmiao.

When the young Taoist was chatting with Yue Ji.

They have gone over in their minds every wrong thing they have done in the past ten years.

Yue Ji was standing quite far away, watching the sky darken, and sighed:

"It seems that I won't be able to see this Ling Miao Gong today."

Qi Wuhuo saw that it was getting dark, so he said goodbye to Yue Ji, who sent him to the hillside and said with a smile, "Wuhuo, you want to go to Mingzhen Dao League to exchange magical powers. When do you plan to go? Starting tomorrow, I will basically go to Mingzhen Dao League in Zhongzhou City every three to five days. Do you want to come with me?"

Qi Wuhuo asked: "Tomorrow?"

Yue Ji smiled and said, “Yes.”

"It is very difficult to enter the Mingzhen Dao League without a waist badge; but if you have a waist badge, you can go there at any time."

“It is a place for [exchange], [discussion], and [teaching].”

Qi Wuhuo felt slightly doubtful.

This seems to be different from what the fortune teller said.

He clearly said that in order to enter the Mingzhen Dao League, one needs to use a mirror to illuminate the moon and find a way out on a full moon day.

There is still about half a month left until the full moon.

The young Taoist did not show any abnormality, but simply replied: "I only have these herbs, and I can't exchange them for what I want. I may have to wait a while before going."

Yue Ji understood and said with a smile: "So that's how it is."

"That's right."

"Then I hope you can get what you want, Wuhuo. I should have sent you down the mountain, but with the situation today, my seniors in the sect are probably upset and worried. I'd better not offend them. If they are unhappy, I, as a junior, will inevitably be implicated. I can only send you here."

The young Taoist bowed his hands to express his gratitude and sincerely wished, "I hope you can wait for that Ling Miao Gong."

Yue Ji laughed and said in return: "Thank you!"

He watched the young Taoist turn around and walk down the mountain step by step, disappearing into the woods and no longer visible. Then he turned back and climbed up step by step. He saw that the teachers and elders all had worried looks on their faces and were talking in low voices. Some asked if there was something inappropriate in the many things their disciples had done over the years. Others were a little worried and glanced at the gifts around them and whispered.

Could it be that today's etiquette was too poor?

Just when everyone was worried, there was a sudden mist, and dozens of carriages came out. The eight strange horses in front were the real body of Lingmiao Gong.

The Taoists breathed a sigh of relief.

I was even a little surprised because Master Lingmiao was so serious.

Only Yue Ji clapped his hands in regret and sighed: "What a pity, what a pity."

"It's really an unfortunate coincidence."

"If Wuhuo had left a little later, he would have been able to see the mountain god's true form making its way out."

"It's just bad luck."

…

Qi Wuhuo came down the mountain and said goodbye to Yao Ling. The Yao Ling stood on a tree, waved to the young Taoist reluctantly, then looked back every few steps. Finally, when Qi Wuhuo could no longer be seen, he dived into the ground and disappeared. The young Taoist carried the backpack on his back and went towards Shuiyun Township.

When we returned to the village, the sky had darkened slightly, and old man Zhou Lingyi was sitting under the old tree outside his yard.

When the old man saw Qi Wuhuo, his expression was quite complicated and hesitant. After a few pleasantries, he suddenly asked:

"Master Qi, is it okay for me to live here?"

Qi Wuhuo replied: "It's a good place to live."

"Ah, that's good, that's good."

"If you need anything, just tell us in advance."

Zhou Lingyi hesitated for a moment and said, "By the way, there is another old man coming to visit you today."

"It's just that when you're not here, he leaves again."

"He calls himself [Ling Miao]."

Qi Wuhuo asked: "Miaoming?"

These two words sounded familiar. Qi Wuhuo had just heard them today. They were the mountain gods that Yue Ji and others wanted to worship. But why did the mountain gods and earth gods come to him? The young Taoist suddenly remembered the [Chao Feng] and [Jiao Tu] sculptures on the Zhongzhou city tower. These two sculptures said that it seemed that the land was looking for him.

Speaking of which, as the mountain god of [Helian Mountain], he has not visited the local land since he came here.

Perhaps the local god noticed that an alien god had come, so he came to look for him.

The young Taoist thought for a moment and thanked him, "So that's how it is."

"Thank you, Mr. Zhou."

He invited Zhou Lingyi to come in and sit for a while, but the old man just smiled and said that he had other things to do at home and would not come in today. Qi Wuhuo watched the old man leave, then returned home, took out all the herbs in the basket and processed them, then walked into the yard to wash the pork he had bought on the way back.

After all, it is near Zhongzhou City.

The price of pork is eight cents per pound.

It is slightly more expensive than at the foot of Helian Mountain.

But because it is close to the river, seafood is very cheap. In the winter, the water freezes and you can make a hole in the ice and the fish will come out to breathe. At that time, you can find a strong guy with a mallet and hit the head of the fish that floats to the surface, and you can often get something.

Qi Wuhuo steamed a fish.

The pork was cut into small pieces and the fat was stir-fried to release oil. Then the green peppers were cut into long strips and stir-fried with the meat slices to make a meal. First, these dishes were placed on the rice, and then they were mixed with chopsticks horizontally and vertically. Finally, the remaining steamed corn bread was taken out and heated in the steamer. It became soft again, and no longer as hard as before, which was hard enough to kill people.

Then dip the steamed bread into the soup on the plate.

Putting the last small piece of steamed bread soaked in soup into his mouth, the young Taoist exhaled a breath, feeling a sense of satisfaction of being full.

There was no one around, so he patted his belly gently.

He slumped slightly in the chair, not wanting to move at all.

After a while, the young Taoist got up and washed the dishes, then washed himself a fruit, and ate it while sitting on the bed with a pillow behind him. He carefully read "Records of Becoming Immortals" and "Records of Cultivation", and compared the contents of these two books, trying to identify the type of bird egg that the medicine spirit gave him.

"It said it took three hundred years to slowly drag the egg out using the underground method."

"If there is still hope for survival in three hundred years."

"It shouldn't be an ordinary bird, at least a spiritual bird. Well, let me check the records in the Record of Becoming an Immortal."

"Based on the size, we can basically rule out the most common flying birds."

Qi Wuhuo was thoughtful. He reached out and stroked the egg. He saw faint golden lines on it. He compared it with Tan Taixuan's records and tried to judge the species from the lines and size of the eggshell. He turned to another page and said, "The chapter on wild geese... The Record of Becoming Immortals says that if wild geese are spiritual, most of them have their own characteristics, and there are also special lines on their eggshells."

“No.”

"Phoenix Chapter, well, you can tell by the temperature. Most people with a trace of phoenix bloodline have the power of fire."

"Even inside a bird's egg, there are waves of warmth being released."

Qi Wuhuo stretched out his hand and held the bird egg in his palm, but he couldn't feel any warmth and shook his head.

"It doesn't have the temperature of a flame, so it shouldn't be a fire-type phoenix."

“I can’t sense the breath of wind either.”

"It can rule out bloodlines like Bluebird."

"If you put it in water, it will sink to the bottom. It's not like it can walk on water."

The young Taoist compared them one by one. There were many types of spiritual birds, but there were only a few possibilities left. He said thoughtfully: "It could be a spiritual beast like a falcon, or a bird of prey like a roc. Of course, it could also be an ornamental bird like a peacock?"

"Is it an eagle?"

"Or a roc?"

"But Tan Tai Xuan said in the Record of Immortality that the Peng bird and the eagle do not seem to have very powerful bloodlines."

"In the world of cultivation, the phoenix is ​​still more powerful, or the crane is also good; the peng bird is only the most powerful among ordinary birds."

"If it's a peacock, it's just pretty."

"Useless in combat."

"Moreover, if they fail to hatch for too long, the eggs of these spirit birds will consume their own spiritual energy to maintain their vitality, until the spiritual energy is exhausted and they become dead eggs. The weaker the spiritual energy, the lower the possibility of hatching. For this situation, the advice of the Immortal Record is..."

The young Taoist turned the page and saw Tan Tai Xuan's final comment:

“It tastes amazing when made into scrambled eggs.”

"Like swallowing pills, it helps with your essence."

“Don’t waste it.”

He subconsciously looked at the bird egg, and immediately his spirit sensed a ray of life hidden in the bird egg, releasing a trace of struggle. The young man put the "Chengxianlu" aside and said gently: "Don't worry, I won't eat you."

He thought about it and decided to use the alchemy method taught by his teacher to refine the herbs he collected into spiritual liquid that would help to replenish his vitality.

Then he took a portion of it and sprinkled it on the bird eggs.

This is the purest form of vital energy.

The weak spirit within this bird egg tried hard to absorb the vital energy.

It seemed that even though He had not hatched for hundreds of years, He had not given up the desire to be born.

The immortal way values ​​life.

The young Taoist put down the Record of Immortality, which he had already finished reading, and was about to practice when the ancient mirror suddenly lit up slightly. Qi Wuhuo was a little surprised, because Yun Qin said that she would go to look for Xuantan magic after asking her teacher today. He felt that even if the girl could be found, she would contact him after a few days.

Qi Wuhuo put away the other things, and then performed the [Circular Light Revealing Technique].

The ancient mirror was filled with light and transformed into the appearance of Yun Qin. The girl lowered her head, her lips opening and closing quickly, as if she was mumbling to herself, repeating something over and over. When she saw Qi Wuhuo, her eyes lit up, and then she raised her hand to interrupt him, and said anxiously, "Don't talk first, listen to me first. I have learned a very powerful Tai Chi Ling Wen, but I think I'm about to forget it."

"Don't talk."

"Listen to me recite it first!!!"