Come out from Laoshan and follow the official road to the west.

Feng Yu helped his arm with a talisman, and his foot journey was very fast. In a few days, he crossed Jiaohe and arrived at Qingzhou Prefecture. Qingzhou's weather was not good this year, with a large area of ​​drought and rain, which led to a decrease in grain harvest in autumn. In winter, many people who could not eat fled, and looked desolate.

After living in this life for half a year, Feng Yu also realized the difference between Dagan's territory and memory. The most obvious thing is that the prefectures in various places are wider, so Dagan's population is quite large, but when they go out to the prosperous areas, the other places are still vast and sparsely populated, and wild animals are roaring, and they are wild.

Feng Yu walked along the official road, and often it was common for him to see no one person a hundred miles away.

After passing Zhucheng and leaving the town area, he immediately entered the mountains.

At that time, mountain roads were not easy to walk, even if they were official roads, many places were rugged and difficult to walk. If there were many merchants coming and going, perhaps someone would pay to repair the mountain road. But if there were a detour road next to it, merchants usually would not choose to walk the mountain road.

For business travelers, the risk of walking on the mountain road is too high.

Especially due to drought in Qingzhou, many places are famine. It is common for ordinary people to escape into the mountains and forests and become bandits. Passersby who walk alone like Feng Yu will almost inevitably encounter dirty and fierce-looking bandits.

If the evil bandits are full of evil spirits and are full of resentful souls, Feng Yu can still punish them without hesitation, but if the others have not committed any crimes of killing and just can't survive in the mountains, he will be a little confused about how to deal with them. In addition to sighing, he can only leave some money to help one.

If you really go deeper into the mountains and forests, there will be fewer bandits.

There are wild beasts everywhere, and ordinary people are unable to survive here. There may be people passing by, and they will also gather together to pass the crowd and will not stay in the mountains for a long time. Walking out of the mountains and forests, Feng Yu found an abandoned mountain temple on the road. Seeing that the sky was getting late, he did not plan to rush to the temple overnight, so he went to the temple.

When he entered the mountain, he had inquired about this temple from someone else.

It is said that two years ago, there were people in the nearby villages to take care of them, but since the village was hit by disaster and everyone fled, the temple was naturally abandoned. When Feng Yu came, he found that the temple gate was gone and the courtyard wall outside had collapsed.

Entering along the gate, the temple's temple's Lord of Innocence was intact, but the courtyard was full of weeds and the eyes were bleak.

There were several piles of ashes scattered in the hall, and the original altar was chopped into firewood, leaving only some corners left. Looking around, the hall was empty, except for the statue of the god covered with dust and spider webs, all other things that could be moved were lost.

Feng Yu doesn't pick on it either.

He is well aware that he can have a shelter from the wind and rain when he goes out.

Feng Yu quickly put out a clean open space in the shelter in the hall, then put down only a few pieces of clothes, some dry food used as cover, and went out with a long sword and magic weapon.

By the way, this knife was given by Hongming and did not name it. Feng Yu had to use it a lot when he walked alone this time, so he named it "Qiexie" and had high hopes. However, "Qiexie Dao" accompanied Feng Yu along the way, and "Xie" had not cut a few of them, and he used it more when chopping firewood and cutting trees, cutting thorns and opening the way.

Sometimes Feng Yu wonders if it would be more appropriate to change it to "Qimu" or "natural enemy of ancient trees"?

He found many dry branches in the woods, and the small ones gathered together. Feng Yu would wait for the thick, curved and even heavy ones, and he would draw his sword and slash out. After a few cold lights flashed in the woods, the irregular dead branches became honest.

I went up to inspect the branches. The fracture was smooth and without stagnation, and the landing point was accurate and without deviation.

Feng Yu nodded with satisfaction and praised himself, "I did a pretty job!" He looked humble again, and said, "I am ashamed, there is still room for improvement, don't be proud!"

He did not borrow the power of the talisman just now.

The feedback and polishing of his cultivation in the "mid-stage Qi training" has gradually lifted him from his weak and thinness, and his qi and blood are gradually filling up, which has greatly increased his appetite recently. He is deeply satisfied with this.

Then he carved the "Qie Xie Knife" in his arms, ran several times with the collected dry firewood, and stored the firewood that he had to use for several days. Then he set up a pile of firewood, sat up and changed several hand gestures, pointing at the pile of firewood, and suddenly a ray of flame appeared and lit the dry firewood.

The "Fire-Booning Art" in the basic Taoist art can be regarded as the pre-arrangement technique of "Five Elements Taoism" and "Five Elements Talismanship Method". It is not very effective, so it is only a bonfire level. If you want to use this to fight the enemy, it is probably better to poke the fingers of the "Breaking the Shrimp Seal" like Qingyunguan Fu Chen.

It is not difficult to imagine that there are four magics that are actually less powerful than the "Fire-Booning Art".

After the fire was erected, Feng Yu took out an iron pot that was about one foot and three inches wide and five inches deep. There were two ears on the edge of the pot, which could be hung on the bonfire to cook. It was made by him in Jiao County, Laizhou Prefecture, with a Qiankun bag on his body. He carried such a pot and some seasonings, which did not occupy much place.

But it can make Feng Yu feel much more comfortable in the wild.

It can be predicted that this will be a long journey. When you go out, you have to take good care of yourself.

Set up the pot, and let a "water diversion technique" gather water vapor into the pot, then take out the mushrooms, fungus, and bamboo shoots collected on the way, and line them up in front of you. Then draw out a knife with a length of yards, hold them in your hand, pick up a mushroom with your left hand, calm down, and then throw them into the pot.

In an instant!

Feng Yu's eyes were instantly sharp, and a short knife in his hand slashed out a cold light. The cold light flashed a few times, and the short knife took it back. The mushroom fell into the pot at the right time, swung it in the water, and turned into a few even pieces.

He frowned and looked back at the knife just now.

Then he picked up the next ingredient, used the same trick again, and cut it into the pot. After going back and forth, if there was a knife accurate and exquisite, he smiled and praised; if he was not satisfied, he would review it in his heart, learn from his lesson, and continue to cut the knife to the next ingredient.

When the last mountain bamboo shoot died in the pot, Feng Yu was still a little impressed.

But I had to do this. Adding things to the pot is not a mountain delicacy soup, but a hodgepodge. I stirred it in the pot. Feng Yu took out the meat pie I bought before entering the mountain, spread it out and roasted it by the fire and ate it first. After he ate three meat pies, he was satisfied and the soup was boiling.

Feng Yu added a little grease, sprinkled the seasonings, and stirred it a few more times. He felt that the heat was about the same, so he took off the iron pot and put some wild onions into it, which made the fragrance feel refreshed. After eating a few meat pies in succession, his mouth was drying. Feng Yu hurriedly served a bowl for himself and blew it. The delicious and warm mountain delicacies soup entered his stomach, and the fatigue disappeared and he was extremely comfortable.

He took these things with great difficulty and prepared them for so long. Wasn't he just to drink such a sip in winter? Sure enough, whether he is to enter the world or should he taste more of the true taste of the world, if he uses the "fasting pill" all day long and isolate himself from the ordinary?

Thinking of this, Feng Yu nodded with conscientiousness.

Just as he was drinking the soup happily, a noise came from outside the temple gate. He heard the sound, as if a large number of people were coming to the mountain temple.

After a while, the sound became closer, and there were whistles that drove away the livestock.

Feng Yu listened briefly and guessed the identity of the visitor.

At this moment, a black-faced man leaned in from the door of the temple. He saw that he occupied a corner of the hall and lit a bonfire. Feng Yu, who was drinking soup leisurely, frowned. He did not greet him first, but went back and shouted in a loud accent: "Manager Hou, there is someone in the temple!"

Meeting people in the wild may not be a good thing.

Especially if the person is still a stranger he doesn't know, he needs to be more vigilant.

Soon, a man in his thirties and forties walked into the temple. The man was wearing a winter robe and a fur hat, and was dressed more elegant than the black-faced man before.

When he saw Feng Yu, his eyes were obviously surprised, because Feng Yu looked very young and he had the courage to go out alone. Especially in the cold winter, they were all wearing thick robes, but the other party was just a thin green sermon robe.

This shows that Feng Yu is extraordinary.

In fact, no one can be as simple as being able to go out alone and being safe.

Manager Hou knew this well and was unwilling to offend the other party, so he stepped forward to greet him: "I am Hou Yin, the manager of Hui'an Chamber of Commerce of Jinan Prefecture. It's too late to go back to the businessman. You need to stay here for a night. Please forgive me if you are bothering me!"

Feng Yu drank the soup comfortably and shook his head indifferently: "It was an abandoned temple, so the Hou could do his own thing."

Manager Hou thanked him and turned around and asked the caravans to come to the temple.

The caravan had a large number of people, and more than a dozen people flocked to the temple and immediately occupied a large area on the right. Especially when the other party had animals, they rushed into the temple gate, but could only stay in the yard outside. When they were out, they were cautious. After the caravan was initially placed, Manager Hou came to test Feng Yu's origin.

He noticed the knife Feng Yu placed aside, but he didn't care too much.

Because even if they go out, they still have to bring all the equipment, even if they don’t use it to deal with people, it is useful to deal with tigers, leopards, and wolf insects in the wild.

"Please forgive me for being brave enough to ask the Taoist throne where is the fairy mountain and why is the honorary taboo?"

Feng Yu knew that the caravan was cautious, and it was not the first time he met Shangshang. These people were mixed with good and evil, and they were not easy to meet each other. He had no deep thoughts about friendship, so he said, "My surname is Feng, I came from Laoshan, and I have no fixed place to go."

Manager Hou said in surprise: "Laoshan? I heard that there is an immortal in Laoshan. Could it be the Taoist priest--"

Feng Yu smiled but didn't answer, which was quite mysterious.

Manager Hou laughed at himself, gave a reparation, turned around and asked the caravan to take out a small jar of wine, and respectfully offered him: "Today I disturb the Taoist priest Qingjing, I will give this jar of rough wine to apologize. Please accept it with a smile!"

Feng Yu accepted it, but he didn't plan to drink it.

Manager Hou didn't mind, so he gave the courtesy and left.

Then Feng Yu and the caravan each occupied one side, and the well water did not interfere with the river. Feng Yu had already finished drinking the soup, took the iron pot, and transferred the wooden bowl to the back of the hall. He avoided the caravan and asked the "water diversion technique" to clean the pot and bowl. After returning to the bonfire, he added some firewood to the fire, and did not avoid the noise, and sat cross-legged in the dark.

It's already dark.

The temple is illuminated by a bonfire.
Chapter completed!