The Xu family follows Taoism and seeks longevity

Chapter 9 Going down the mountain for the first time
  After he walked down the top of the mountain, he quickly returned to his attic on the mountainside and sorted out today's harvest behind closed doors.

First of all, there were the two magic weapons that his grandfather gave him. These were good life-saving things. Xu Zhiyu collected them solemnly.

There are also low-level weapon refining materials, such as black copper, black iron, ten-year bamboo wood, etc. His storage bag was basically filled up, but today his father gave him another one, but unfortunately he couldn't fit it in.

Xu Zhiyu made a rough calculation and found that if he was only refining magical weapons such as swords that required less materials, these materials would be enough for him to refine the weapons hundreds of times at least.

"Generally, people in the tribe learn the art of weapon refining. Although the family will provide materials for free to practice, they will only give them a hundred opportunities. My grandfather gave me so many materials, and the extra ones must have been produced by him himself. I can't live up to it. His expectations. Even the stupidest person can succeed two or three times!"

Xu Zhiyu looked at the storage bag full of materials and said he was not impressed. That would be a lie.

He knew that his grandfather had always made a distinction between public and private affairs, and even if he was extremely talented, he would not make an exception specifically for him in this regard.

There was only one reason why he could practice with so many materials now. His grandfather used his personal savings to exchange these materials from the family treasury.

"It seems that my grandfather really wants me to inherit his weapon refining skills. As a second-level weapon refiner in the family, he must have seen something. Maybe I really have a good talent in weapon refining."

Xu Zhiyu thought of the "Burning Wood Fiery Technique" that he practiced at home, and suddenly he had some enlightenment, with a knowing smile on his face.

Then he opened the slightly smaller storage bag given by his father, which contained dozens of spirit stones and some low-level weapon refining materials.

This must have been saved by his parents' hard work over the past few years. Because their cultivation aptitudes were average, after Xu Zhiyu detected his spiritual roots, he went to work in Fangshi while the family was practicing, and only returned home for a long time. His father this time He also asked for leave and came back after learning that Xu Zhiyu was going to break through the sixth level of Qi training.

After Xu Zhiyu successfully broke through, the father and son only said a few words and hurried back to Fangshi.

Xu Zhiyu felt warm in his heart and couldn't help but clenched the magic weapon in his hand, secretly determined to practice well to repay the trust of his elders.

In the next few days, Xu Zhiyu closed the door tightly and hid in his room to refining the magic weapon he had just obtained. After refining the magic weapon and getting good luck, he walked out of the room to prepare for going down the mountain.

He first went to the Ksitigarbha Scripture Pavilion, another level of the Xu family, and learned the "Burning Wood Fiery Technique" six-level Qi training technique from there. Then he selected five techniques that were beneficial to fighting from among the many spells collected in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. magic practice.

These five spells are the first-level attack spell "Fireball", the first-level defensive spell "Golden Light", and the first-level auxiliary spells "Earth Escape", "Sky Eye" and "Breathe Concentration".

The Qi-training techniques and spells in the Xujia Sutra Cave are not allowed to be read by the clan members, but they are not allowed to be taken out of the Sutra Pavilion, and they are strictly prohibited from being taught to outsiders privately.

Xu Zhiyu used to follow the teachings of his parents and elders. In addition to learning some simple first-level auxiliary spells, he did not distract his energy from learning combat spells that were beneficial to fighting, and focused all his energy on improving his cultivation.

But now, since he has to go down the mountain to garrison, there is no guarantee that he will not encounter a battle of spells. If he doesn't know how to fight spells, just relying on a few magic weapons in his hand will be too simple, and it will be easy to be restrained and targeted.

Spells are easy to learn but hard to master. It doesn't take long to learn how to use them only initially. With Xu Zhiyu's sixth level of Qi training, it took almost only two months to learn all five spells.

At this time, the three-month deadline given to him by his grandfather was not far away, so he wrote a letter explaining the situation and asked the elders of the clan to bring it to his parents who were thousands of miles away in Fang City, and then said goodbye to the acquaintances in the mountains. The elders and fellow monks went down the mountain alone.

This was his first time going out by himself, and Xu Zhiyu found everything he saw new. After walking about half the way, he took out the map and wanted to see where he had gone and how far he had to go.

Xu Zhiyu seemed to hear something while passing through the woods on a barren mountain.

"It seems like someone is asking for help?"

Xu Zhiyu was a little confused. Did he encounter a monster in this wilderness?

He didn't want to meddle in other people's business and was about to use his skills to leave, but he saw a rather pretty female cultivator staggering over while supporting an unconscious man.

The man being supported seemed to have been injured by some magic weapon on his back, and his clothes were dyed red with blood. From the looks of it, the situation may be in danger!
  The female cultivator obviously hadn't noticed the man's condition yet. She tried her best to support him, and occasionally glanced back with a look of fear on her face, as if there was a beast chasing her behind.

"This fellow Taoist! Please save my life! There is a villain in the middle stage of Qi training behind us who is chasing us!
  Seeing Xu Zhiyu, the female cultivator begged as if she had found a life-saving straw.

Xu Zhiyu glanced at them, unmoved, and responded coldly. "Please, Taoist friend! This little girl is willing to work as a cow or a horse for Taoist friend to repay the great kindness!"

The female cultivator continued to plead, her voice already hoarse. It seems that the spiritual energy in the body is almost exhausted. Xu Zhiyu saw that his cultivation level was only at the third level of qi training, and his spiritual power had been exhausted by the time he escaped.

"Run! You dare to run! In this wilderness, I wonder where you, a little bitch, and that damned sick man can escape!"

A rough and reckless voice suddenly sounded, echoing in the forest.

Xu Zhiyu's consciousness swept away and he saw that the person coming was at the seventh level of qi training. He was not panicked. The children of the family were much better than casual cultivators in terms of cultivation and methods. He was confident that he could escape unscathed.

A seven-foot-tall black-faced man came out carrying a giant sword. When he saw Xu Zhiyu, he said fiercely:

"It turns out there is someone who can help you! Boy, if you are sensible, I advise you to get out of here right now and don't bother me. This little bitch and the consumptive ghost hurt my brother, and I will definitely take their lives!"

After saying that, the black-faced man raised his giant sword and struck at the female cultivator without saying a word. The female cultivator tried her best to dodge, but her left arm was still scratched by the giant sword.

Xu Zhiyu summoned the Qingyun Sword from his storage bag, and instantly appeared next to the female cultivator, blocking the giant sword for her. The female cultivator took the opportunity to hide aside. Xu Zhiyu didn't want to pretend to be a hero, but it was only right to draw out a sword to help when there was injustice on the road. Besides, this was still his Xu family's territory!
  The black-faced man was shocked. His giant sword weighed several hundred kilograms, and an ordinary sixth-level Qi practitioner could not resist it. This was why he was so confident just now.

Xu Zhiyu jumped up in the air, returned to the two of them, and then said to the black-faced man:

"Get out now, I will spare your life!"

The dark-faced man glared at the female cultivator and the unconscious monk unwillingly, as if he wanted to retreat.

"Just wait for me, this matter won't just be settled like this."

He said bitterly, facing Xu Zhiyu and others and preparing to leave.

Xu Zhiyu's face turned cold and he took out five talismans, which he had redeemed from his family before going down the mountain.

He threw it straight at the black-faced man. After hearing an explosion mixed with screams, Xu Zhiyu stepped forward to check. Unfortunately, he did not find the body of the black-faced man. It seemed that he was injured and escaped!
  Those were five first-level middle-grade talismans! It seemed that the black-faced man was quite capable of escaping.

Seeing the black-faced man retreating, the female cultivator quickly thanked Xu Zhiyu:

"Thank you so much, Taoist fellow Taoist, for your great kindness. My little lady will never forget it!"

Looking at her sweat-soaked corner and injured left arm, Xu Zhiyu said, "Don't you go check on that person? His condition is not very good!"

At this time, he already suspected that this was a trap, and silently warned him to be careful next time.

The female cultivator rolled and crawled to the man's side as if she had just woken up from a dream. When she discovered the horrific wounds on his back, she couldn't help crying and beating her feet and chest.

Then he took out several bottles of elixirs and stuffed them into the male cultivator's mouth. Xu Zhiyu became even more suspicious now. Didn't you even take a look at them?

"He is dead!"

"No! It's impossible! You lied and he was just injured." The female cultivator lay on the male cultivator's body and cried hoarsely, which made anyone who heard it sad and everyone who saw it shed tears.

After an unknown amount of time, she finally stopped crying. Xu Zhiyu watched silently as she cremated, buried, set up a monument, and knelt down to worship the male cultivator.

After doing all this, the female cultivator walked up to Xu Zhiyu with red eyes:
  "Little girl Zhao Zhi'er, thank you fellow Taoist for saving me. Don't you know your surname?"

"It turns out to be Miss Zhao, my surname is Wang."

Xu Zhiyu started to tell lies, and he was finally sure that there was something wrong with this!
  (End of this chapter)