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PS: Read the exclusive story behind 《40,000 Years of Cultivation》 and listen to your suggestions for the novel. Follow the official account (add friends on WeChat – add official account – type qdread) and tell me secretly! In every hill, every lake, every farm, and every town, Li Yao saw a lot of bizarre things and met a lot of weird people.
He met an old man who was more than 130 years old. He was obviously an ordinary person, but he had a four to five meter long spirit beast "Whistling Sky Hawk" as a pet.
The old man said that when he was four years old, he accidentally picked up a palm-sized bird. Seeing that its wings were broken and was very pitiful, he used a branch to help it connect its broken wings and also applied healing ointment to it.
From then on, the bird stuck to him and accompanied him as he grew up, got married, had children, and grew old.
For the first hundred years, the bird was always the size of a palm. The old man was also used to having such a small thing by his side.
Who would have thought that after the old man's 104th birthday, the bird's body would suddenly grow. In a short three years, it grew to five meters long, revealing the lofty appearance of a spirit beast.
Only then did the old man know that he had picked up an extraordinary thing.
"I was an ordinary salaryman. My house was originally small. At that time, I had a son and a daughter-in-law, and even my grandson was about to get married. Where could I find a place to raise such a big bird?"
"I could only secretly raise it on the roof of a residential building. Because of this, I was constantly nagged by my wife, son, and daughter-in-law. The neighborhood committee looked for me several times, and even the police were alarmed!"
"There were several cultivators from cultivation sects who came to my door, saying that they wanted to buy this guy at a high price. But how could I be willing? In the eyes of cultivators. It's a spirit beast, but in my eyes, it's my entire youth, my entire life! I won't sell it, I won't sell it! "
The old man gently stroked the Whistling Sky Hawk's head. He said with a smile.
The Whistling Sky Hawk, known for its ferocity, very docilely leaned on the old man's body.
It could be seen that its left wing was slightly twisted, as if it had been seriously injured.
"Just like that, more than twenty years passed. I retired. I didn't have to worry about my children and grandchildren. My wife also left before me. I can finally realize my childhood dream. When I was young, I always thought, Little Bird, Little Bird, how good would it be if you were a spirit beast? Then I can ride you and keep flying, keep flying. Fly over the mountains, fly over the rivers, fly into the clouds, fly all over the Tian Yuan Realm. "
The old man laughed, revealing his missing front teeth. He climbed onto the back of the Whistling Sky Eagle with great difficulty.
"Di — —"
The old man blew a rusty whistle. The Whistling Sky Eagle let out a long cry and flapped its wings. He soared into the air.
The Whistling Sky Eagle's wings had been injured, and the old man was not a cultivator, so he did not know how to control spirit beasts. The way it flew was crooked, slow, and extremely ugly.
The old man didn't care at all. He sang a popular song from a hundred years ago and gradually disappeared into the layers of clouds like a pile of cotton.
Along the way, Li Yao met many people like the old man.
He met a tyrannical sword cultivator. He had already achieved success and fame, but at the age of ninety, he suddenly woke up. He realized that what he really wanted to be was a culture-type cultivator, a poet.
So the sword cultivator put down his sword. He walked on the Great Snow Mountain, searching for inspiration in the vast and desolate Snow Domain.
Occasionally, he would encounter bandits and road robbers. Unless it was absolutely necessary, he would not use his sword. Instead, he would try to use poems full of warmth and love to change the bad guys.
After a long time, everyone in the vicinity of the Great Snow Mountain knew of the existence of the "Demon Poet" with such outstanding sword techniques. And people were even more afraid of his poetry than they were of the three-foot-long sword in his hand.
Li Yao also met a village doctor who graduated from the Heavenly Capital Medical School. He had worked in many cultivation sects and was a famous national expert in the world of cultivators. He was best at unblocking the eight extraordinary meridians and treating Qigong Deviation.
However, after the age of 180, this peak Building Foundation Stage Cultivator gave up on the high-paying offers from several major hospitals and cultivation sects. Instead, he concealed his identity and traveled to every remote village in the federation, volunteering to treat the villagers in the remote villages.
"Thirty years ago, I once helped a sect leader of a major sect become a protector and helped him successfully step into the Core Formation Stage. Later, this sect leader gave me a luxurious seaside villa and a total of five shops on the most bustling commercial street in a major city!"
"I once thought that this was the biggest consultation fee I had ever received in my life."
In a shabby brick house, the village doctor said to Li Yao with a smile while eating the sweet potatoes in the fire pit, "It was not until yesterday that I received an even more valuable consultation fee."
"What was it?" Li Yao carefully peeled off the skin of the sweet potato, the steam blurring his eyes.
"I helped a little boy who had been blind for four years to see the light after his eyes were damaged by fireworks. He fiercely kissed me, right here."
The village doctor pointed at his own cheek. His smile was incomparably brilliant, natural, and tranquil.
A retired old man riding a Whistling Sky Hawk, a sword cultivator who wanted to be a poet, a peak Building Foundation Stage village doctor...
There were many, many people like this.
During the day, Li Yao was in a picturesque paradise on earth, listening to these people narrate all sorts of bizarre stories.
At night, even in his dreams, Li Yao did not forget to cultivate. He crazily swallowed Ou Yezi's memory fragments.
Every memory fragment contained ten days to a month of Ou Yezi's memories.
Li Yao, on the other hand, could swallow one or two memory pieces every night.
If he swallowed any more, his mental energy would dry up. His entire brain would be on fire and incomparably painful. On the contrary, it would be unfavorable for cultivation.
After three months of trekking, Li Yao had swallowed 70-80% of Ou Yezi's memories of working as a blacksmith.
Unlike last time's dream of grandeur, this time, the memory fragments had completely merged with Li Yao's body. They had completely merged with his original memories.
It was as if he had really worked as a blacksmith in the Hundred Smelting Clan forty thousand years ago and had cultivated the superior metal forging techniques.
Although Li Yao would be tormented by difficulties as Ou Yezi every time he swallowed the memories, he would want to die.
But the harvest was also incomparably huge.
All of Ou Yezi's blacksmith skills had been swallowed by him. In addition, with the 《One Hundred and Eight Hands Chaos Gale Hammer Technique》 as a foundation, Li Yao was on the path of metal forging. He had finally reached the pinnacle of perfection.
Today, with all kinds of technologically advanced blacksmithing artifacts being used on a large scale, it was impossible to find a second person like Li Yao in the entire Tian Yuan Realm who would foolishly learn some ancient blacksmith skills from forty thousand years ago.
Therefore, Li Yao was known as the "Xing Yao Federation's Number One Ancient Blacksmith Technique Manual Forging Technique"!
Although this seemingly awe-inspiring title did not have much practical value. Li Yao's heart still floated with a small sense of satisfaction.
"Today, it is forging techniques. Tomorrow, it will be the most brilliant refining techniques. Wait until I swallow all of Ou Yezi's memories of forging divine weapons. So what if it is Deep Sea University? There will be a day when the title of the Holy Land of Refiners will belong to our Grand Desolate War Institution's Refining Department! "
Three months later, in the north of the Federation. In a nameless mountain village.
"Moo..."
"Baa..."
"Woof woof! Woof woof! "
A large group of wooden oxen and horses were swaying left and right in the grain-sunning field at the entrance of the village, emitting weak moans.
Wooden oxen and horses were the general name of all metal puppet beasts used for agriculture.
Take this "baa baa" sheep as an example. Its entire body was made of metal, and its joints were inlaid with all kinds of crystals. There were also dozens of array glyphs engraved all around its body. It could walk on its own, looking for dead branches, withered leaves, and straw.
After swallowing it, it would completely decompose into plant fibers, and in its stomach, it would once again twist into a wool-shaped filament.
This kind of filament could be used to weave nets. In economically backward places, it could even be directly sewn into clothes to wear. It was a very valuable metal puppet beast.
There was no need to talk about the huge copper ox next to it. Not only could it plow the fields, it only needed to be equipped with a few simple parts during the harvest season. It could transform into a large harvester with a shake of its body.
Through the horn-shaped blade in front of it, it would cut off all the ears of rice, which would then be swallowed by the ox's mouth. What would come out from behind its buttocks would be the golden rice.
In impoverished areas, these metal puppet beasts were the lifeblood of the entire family. Often, they would be used for several generations.
This nameless mountain village was just like that.
The dozens of metal puppet beasts were all old-fashioned products from more than a hundred years ago. They had long since passed their useful life. They were either missing an arm or a leg, or their crystals had been stolen by thieves. Or the array glyphs engraved on the vital parts had been worn out by the passage of time.
"Little Master Li, help me take a look. Can this iron ox still be saved? This is the dowry that my grandmother brought when she married over! "
"Little Master Li. In a moment, help me take a look at this big wolfdog. Although it is not a living thing, it has always been with me since I was born. It has already been 130 years, so there is affection! "
The simple and honest villagers clustered around Li Yao. In the house to the side, there were even villagers slaughtering pigs and stewing meat for Li Yao. The entire grain-drying field was filled with the richest meat aroma.
In this kind of remote and desolate place, it was not easy to find a master who knew how to repair magical equipment.
The simple and honest villagers did not know how to thank Li Yao. There was even a family that directly slaughtered the big fat pig that they had prepared for the new year.
Many foolish children even thought that it was the new year. They ran around the grain-drying field with snot dripping down their noses. They cheered and jumped, letting out bell-like laughter.
"Wait a moment, wait a moment. Uncles and aunties, I want to slowly examine them one by one. If they are too worn out, I can't do anything about it. As long as there is still a trace of life, I will do my best to repair these wooden oxen and horses!"
Li Yao said with a smile.
After three months of training, the current Li Yao was completely different from when he had just set off. If his friends saw him, they would definitely be shocked.
He was half a centimeter taller than he was a hundred days ago. He looked a little skinny. Eating and sleeping in the wilderness for a long time had caused his skin to become tanned. His hair was messy and curly, and his beard was unshaven. He looked a little unkempt.
He was wearing an ordinary work uniform made of coarse cloth. It was covered in dust and oil stains. At first glance, he looked like the most ordinary worker in the wilderness.
What had changed the most was his temperament. (What a good event where a pie falls from the sky. Cool phones are waiting for you! Follow ~ the official account of the Chinese website (Add a friend on WeChat - add a public account - type qdread). Participate immediately! Everyone has a prize. Follow the official account of qdread on WeChat right now!) (To be continued)
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