To cultivate immortality, one must have good luck

Chapter 5 New Opportunity
The clouds are overcast and the temperature is muggy.

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

The falcon, with its wings covered with mottled gray spots, stands on the protruding ledge of the rock wall.

Its sharp eyes were staring straight at a cave covered by vegetation 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 at all.

Waiting is fruitful, and within a short time of making tea, a pair of snow-white ears poked out of the hole.

Almost at the same time, the eagle spread its wings and swooped down from the ledge at an extremely fast speed, drawing a fatal arc.

call out!
White Rabbit had no time to react.

A pair of sharp claws had fallen from the sky, imprisoning his body in the sharp talons.

When the prey is in hand, the falcon spreads its wings, ready to soar into the sky.

But don't wait for it to move.

hum!
A slight sound, similar to the sound of some kind of bird flapping its wings at high speed, sounded 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 to fly.

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

His eyes moved towards the culprit who killed the falcon with one blow.

An ordinary arrow feather penetrated directly into the trunk of an ancient tree behind the falcon, and the lower half of the arrow was still exposed outside the ancient tree.

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

About fifty feet away, the figure of a young man carrying a long bow quickly ran toward the falcon corpse.

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

This person is none other than Kong Jin, and the long bow he holds in his hand is the magical weapon obtained from Chu Jianghe's cave, so it has such power.

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

When he came to Ying Falcon's frozen body and lifted it up, Kong Ji smiled.

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

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

In the past half month, in addition to practicing, Kong Ji has been practicing archery all the time.

It has harmed many small animals in the forest.

At last it was a small success.

In addition, Kong Xian gave the long bow a very elegant name based on the ink he gained from reading books in Zashulou for two years.

Bee language!

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

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

The frozen corpse of the eagle after death is the embodiment of the spiritual power of the Frost-Nursing Wheel Sutra of Kong Zhen.

Of course, Bee Whisper is just an ordinary wheel-raising realm magic weapon.

More powerful magic weapons can even increase the holder's spiritual power and unleash attacks far beyond the holder's cultivation level.

Kong Xian didn't have the capital to purchase a magical weapon of that level.

Bee language is enough.

"Soup tonight!" Kong Zhen murmured, lifting up the falcon's body, casually taking the white rabbit out of its talons, throwing it aside, and letting it disappear deep into the grass.

It's not that he feels pity, it's mainly that the rabbit meat is too spicy and he doesn't like it.

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

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

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

As for his position in the miscellaneous library, he had already resigned.

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 spiritual crystals has to be deducted. Whoever wants to take that position can take it. Kong Jiang doesn't want to stay anymore anyway.

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

His newly built residence is a thatched hut at the foot of the mountain that can barely keep out wind and rain.

Adhering to the principle of being diligent and thrifty, and spending every spiritual crystal on the edge, there was nothing in the shabby house except a broken bed.

Of course, that thatched hut was just a cover.

In fact, Kong Ji spent most of his time in the cave, relying on spiritual springs to practice.

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

After all, Kong Jin had been working in Zashulou for two years, and many of his outer disciples knew him.

Today Kong Chi is also preparing to symbolically pass by his thatched house before going to the crypt.

However, Kong Zhi, who was carrying the falcon's body, had just walked down the mountain when he saw a stocky figure sitting under the eaves outside his thatched house from a distance, seemingly waiting for him.

The weather was gloomy and it was about to rain, so no one was in a hurry to leave.

This scene made Kong Ji frown slightly. "It seems that I have to practice later today." He murmured softly, and Kong Jin had no choice but to move forward.

As he got closer, Kong Zhi saw the man's face clearly and called softly: "Brother Pastor!"

This person is exactly the pastor's brother, Makita, who borrowed the "Linggu Zazao Lun" from Zashulou half a month ago.

Kong Xian became even more confused. He seemed to have no contact with Makita, who was immersed in cultivating spiritual fields all day long. Judging from his posture, it seemed that he was waiting for him.

"Junior Brother Kong Jin, you are finally back. I have been waiting for you for a long time. I went to the Zalu today to return the books and found out that you have resigned from the Zalu." Makita saw that Kong Jin's eyes were obviously brightened, and he had just stood up from the eaves steps. He came up to greet him.

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

The reason was to ask Makita why he came to find him.

Sure enough, Makita quickly waved his hand to explain and stated the purpose of his visit: "No, no, no, it's not about the book. I made a special trip this time to see Junior Brother Kong."

"Specially looking for me?" Kong Jiang became even more curious, waiting for Makita's explanation.

"To be honest, Junior Brother Kong, there is something wrong with the Cangwu Sect's spiritual rice this year."

"A large number of strange insects called pith-eating locusts appear inexplicably. That thing is extremely hateful. It specializes in eating the juice and pith of the main trunk of spiritual rice. The spiritual rice it has absorbed is dying. It seems that this year's harvest will not reach the sect's stipulated quota. I'm so anxious that my hair is turning white."

Makita said that he was so excited that his face, which was tanned by the sun, turned red.

Obviously, his anxiety was not an act. The yield of spiritual rice was reduced and could not reach the output set by the sect. Not only would he not be rewarded, but he would also be punished.

Spiritual farmers work for a year and count on the income from spiritual rice. It would be strange if they are not in a hurry.

"As you know, I've read a lot of Cangwu Sect's books on spiritual rice diseases in the past few months."

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

The more he listened, the more something was wrong. His face looked strange, and he muttered in his heart:

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

Suddenly, Makita changed the topic and looked directly at Kong Ji, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

"The marrow-eating locusts are afraid of the cold. I just met Junior Brother Shangguan in the Za Library. He said that junior brother Kong Ji, what you practice is the Jiangshuang Yanglun Sutra, which can just restrain the marrow-eating locusts."

"The other disciples who major in ice skills are too chilling. I'm afraid that the spiritual rice and marrow-eating locusts will also destroy their vitality."

"The Frost-raising Wheel Sutra does not work. It will only cover the surface of the spiritual rice with a layer of frost and will not damage the roots."

Kong Jiang finally understood the reason why Makita was looking for him.

"Shangguan Yuzhou, even with the help of Lingquan, he still doesn't practice well. He just runs to the miscellaneous library all day long!"

Kong Ji didn't know whether to laugh or cry. There should be a few people in the sect who practiced the same technique as him.

It’s just Shangguan Yuzhou, why would Makita look for him?

"Brother Pastor, this is just your speculation. Whether it will work or not is still unknown."

Kong Jiang touched his chin and decided that it would be better to politely refuse Brother Makita.

He didn't think that he could solve the pest that made the entire Cangwu Sect's Turin farmers helpless.

He is not Shangguan Yuzhou, who is running around relying on his high talent.

The top priority was that Kong Jiang just wanted to immerse himself in cultivation.

"Junior Brother Kong, don't worry, no matter whether you succeed or not, I will pay you the Five Spirit Crystals as a reward."

Makita invited him seriously, and to show his sincerity, he even took out a five-spar stone from his arms.

"This is not about money...I promise you."

Kong Ji's sudden change of attitude made Makita stunned.

Then he settled the matter in a hurried voice with a look of ecstasy: "It's settled, Junior Brother Kong, I will wait for you at Lingtian early tomorrow morning."

After saying that, Makita turned around and left, for fear that Kong Jiang would regret it.

Kong Zhi, who was left with a helpless expression, stared at Makita's back disappearing into the distance.

It's not like he's all about money.

Because when Makita finished detailing the whole thing and formally extended the invitation to himself.

The white-patterned monument that had been immersed deep in his consciousness for half a month suddenly moved.

'Help Cangwu sect spiritual farmers eliminate pests and get chance value +2'

The bright handwriting on the cloud pattern tablet, coupled with the fact that he could get spiritual crystals during this trip, made Kong Xian's attitude change so quickly.

"Will there be an opportunity in the spiritual field?" Kong Ji was left standing alone under the eaves, touching his chin and lost in thought.

The soil of Cangwu Sect's spiritual field has been turned over thousands of times by spiritual farmers. It's strange that they have the opportunity.

But the guidance of the moiré monument is absolutely unmistakable.

For example, the opportunity of Zashulou does not actually lie in the Zashulou itself.

"Perhaps, there will be other opportunities." After murmuring, Kong Jin stopped thinking deeply. He couldn't understand the moiré monument's control over opportunities, so he simply stopped thinking about it.

During the moment when Kong Ji was thinking for a while.

Rumble!
A loud thunder shook the sky.

Heavy raindrops followed and fell overwhelmingly.

The eaves of the thatched house built by Kong Ji could not stop such a heavy rain, and his whole body was soaked in an instant.

call out!
Carrying the body of the falcon, Kong Zhi rushed out of the hut like a gust of wind and went straight to the cave.

(End of this chapter)