While cleaning up the harvest of this trip, Li Xiuyuan sometimes picked up a beef with chopsticks of beef, and for the first time Li Xiuyuan felt the beauty of wildness, a kind of quiet but not ostentatious beauty.

With these wealth, when he returns to the Shura Heaven Realm, he can help Wei Qing and Qingying complete their respective practices. He can take a closer look at the world instead of walking on the blade every day.

There was no exclamation because of these wealth, just like a rock sinking into the sea, no waves appeared, quietly penetrated the dark sea water and slowly fell into the abyss.

There are many objects in this that cannot be taken out in the wilderness. He will only take them out after returning to the academy. In Ding'an City, he will at least play a greedy winery shopkeeper in front of Huangfu Qingmei and Ximen Guxing.

He waved his left hand constantly, sorted all the spirit stones, classified jewelry, and placed five thousand-year-old spiritual medicines aside. Finally, he found an empty brocade bag, which was specially used to break the fairy spirit stones.

In the face of the wealth he is in, only the fairy spirit stone is the most precious to him, and it is the spiritual medicine on his path of cultivation.

Just under the light that seemed a little dim under the eaves, he thought that he would be a practitioner who broke the state of the situation in a few years. Before that, his dream was to go to the Shura battlefield after practicing to the point of distraction.

A wild trip made his mood very different from when he was in the academy, but it did not affect his interest. He still happily cleared up these different wealth.

He even wanted to sneak back to the Great Wall and glance at Guiguzi, but when he thought of Li Xiaoming and Chen Chaofan, he was afraid that once he went back, he would be unable to enjoy freedom.

From Ding'an to Fucheng, and then to Wangtian City, he felt that the wilderness was also a living person, not a monster. Although the wilderness has a huge human power, it was just that the two sides had different positions and had to decide a victory or defeat on the battlefield.

In Li Xiuyuan's heart, there is no absolute right or wrong. He has no sense of belonging to either party here and will not fight for any party.

He has fulfilled his responsibilities to the Great Wall. If he is concerned, he is just his teacher. Even so, Guiguzi is an old man who saw the hope of the divine talisman master, and he can feel relieved.

What he has to do now is to run his own small winery in Ding'an City in a low-key manner before the arrival of next autumn. He will not go out, visit friends, or be ostentatious... until he goes somewhere with Huangfu Qingmei.

From the hour of You to the hour of Hai, snowflakes have fallen in the sky in the courtyard, and Li Xiuyuan still has no trace of coldness.

It took three hours to sort the items in Wangtian City, put in water and wash it, and changed into another dish of tea. While I was in a good mood, I would drink two more dishes of tea and rest. Anyway, I don’t have to open the door to welcome guests tomorrow.

When he finished drinking the tea and put away a piece of stuff on the table, it was already midnight. A snowy moon in the sky was high, and a thin layer of snow was covered with snow on the ground.

When he stood up, he was about to go back to the house, he suddenly heard a crisp sound... After a closer look, it was the space ring of the ascetic monk I met when I just left the city, which fell to the ground.

He had never seen any treasures in this guy's space ring before, but unexpectedly it fell out, attracting Li Xiuyuan's attention.

When he was free, Li Xiuyuan sat back at the table and poured out the items of the ascetic monks one by one and placed them on the table and on the ground.

Needless to say, the spirit stone jewelry is also a greedy monk. The spiritual medicines from various years just pile up into small hills.

Looking at the objects piled up in front of him, Li Xiuyuan couldn't feel interested because he already had Yan Ruobing's treasure before, and looking at this ascetic monk, he felt less amazed.

Only when he saw an inconspicuous piece of black jade at the end made him interested.

Under the tentacles, this piece of black jade has no pattern, and even the edge is not very glossy. However, this most common black jade is carefully placed by the ascetic monk with a single brocade bag, and is not placed together with a bunch of jewelry.

Holding it in his hand, Li Xiuyuan felt that he didn't react. It was not until he had no choice but to put the black jade on his forehead that a passage of words appeared in his mind.

This is not a martial art, or even a map of a secret realm. It can be said that it is worthless news.

It was this inconspicuous news that made Li Xiuyuan, who was sitting quietly on a snowy night, be stunned by lightning and unable to speak.

It turned out that the news recorded in this black jade turned out to be about the Shura battlefield.

A few years later, the monks of Shura Heavenly Realm were still going to the place they fought for their lives, just to exchange for hope for the road to heaven.

It turned out that the Shura battlefield was not a battlefield where he and his master had analyzed before. It was not a battlefield that allowed the people from the Shura Heaven to kill each other, and it was not even considered a battlefield.

What I prepared should be a meat grinder between several heavenly realms, and once I enter, there will be a place that will never be restored.

A place that even ascetic monks want to go, because there are monks who cannot break the realm, or those who have cut off the path of cultivation, a place that is dozens of times more violent than the wild battlefield.

One needs to break the boundary, a Shura battlefield without humans.

All the practitioners who went there were not facing their past opposition or enemies. They would still face unknown wild beasts and extraterritorial demons...

Only by surviving here can you redeem the token of the Road to Heaven with your military merit points.

To be honest, this is not hope for living people, but a glimmer of hope for practitioners who are about to die and cannot find hope for ascension.

This is not a trap, but a place that is more terrifying than a trap.

According to the time of the wilderness, the Shura battlefield will be opened in forty-five years, and according to the time of the Shura Heaven, there are less than five years left.

In less than five years, I am afraid that a group of students in the academy were sent to death by the ignorant elders in the academy before they broke through their practice to the realm of breaking through the void.

There are more people... Jun Buyu from the Demon Realm, Hua Tianyu from the Demon Realm, Dongfang Yuer from the Taoyuan, Tianfeng Kingdom... Li Xiuyuan didn't dare to believe it.

If this is true, when a group of people return from the Shura battlefield, they will probably have one or fifty or one percent of the survival rate?

In a daze, Li Xiuyuan put down the black jade in his hand.

He believed that the ascetic monk must have read the news inside, so he fought everywhere, constantly plundered wealth, and strived to break through his practice to a higher level when the Shura battlefield was opened.

He also wanted to find his own opportunity in the Shura battlefield, and he also wanted to live where to go.

Thinking of this, Li Xiuyuan decided to tell the Master the news after going back, at least he had to ask the academy to adjust the personnel structure to the Shura battlefield. He would never go until Poxu was used.

Even if you reach the realm of breaking the void, you may not be able to survive there.

Everything is unknown, and no one knows where he will encounter what kind of danger, but he may not necessarily have the ability to overcome the danger of seeking knowledge.

Before, he thought that his cultivation level was very high, and he could easily deal with all dangers after entering the Shura battlefield.

It was not until this moment that I realized that I still needed to practice hard, at least when the Shura battlefield was opened, I had to have the ability to break through the middle stage.

Thinking of this, he became even more determined to find the dragon with Huangfu Qingmei. Even for the ancient Canglong in an unknown place, he had to fight for himself.

With a few years left, he will cultivate his realm to a higher level and build his body stronger.

The source of all this was because of an auction in Yunqi Pavilion, Fucheng. In order to compete for a Xuan Iron Soul-raising Tower, Yan Ruobing from Wangtian City hated him.

Then he bribed the ascetic monks and other groups of black-clothed killers to chase him...

If this is not the case, I am afraid I will not know how I died when I go to the Shura battlefield.

It seems that I have to thank the ascetic monk who died under the thunder tribulation. You can’t even survive the thunder tribulation and want to come and take my head. I’m really thinking too much.

Looking at the night sky where the moon was bright and the snowflakes fell, Li Xiuyuan couldn't help but feel passionate and had the urge to touch another song.

......

After solving the doubts in his heart, Li Xiuyuan was in a good mood and woke up until he was asleep.

After simply having breakfast, he began to wash the empty wine jar while setting fire. Today he would start to live seriously. He brewed a few jars of wine every day, read books, practiced swords, and lived carefully.

After getting up early to check the inventory, I found that the careful Li Qiushui had purchased a lot of black beans and sorghum. With these things, he could continue to make wine, although it was not a good time to make wine.

But do the monks and merchants in Ding'an City want to drink?

Steamed black beans and steamed sorghum. Before Ximen Guxing shot the store, Li Xiuyuan had already completed the preparation of two large jars of wine.

Looking for the store door and smelling the strong fragrance of the backyard, Huangfu Qingmei smiled and said, "You are crazy about poverty, are you turning on the stove to make wine as soon as you come back?"

When Ximen Guxing heard this, he coughed lightly and stepped forward to smooth things over, and said with a smile: "Isn't it a good thing for him to work so hard? You haven't seen the sign on this door. You will open the door and sell wine in the next five days."

Li Xiuyuan glared at him angrily and said, "Do you couple have a lot of idleness? Do you don't need to practice all day long? What do you think of, a wine-making guy?"

"You finally said something humanly, we just care about the wine in your shop." Huangfu Qingmei looked at him and smiled: "His mother, after my mother drank your wine, she wanted to drink it again."

Without going to pick up Huangfu Qingmei, Li Xiuyuan brought out the teapot cup that he had washed in the morning and began to prepare to boil water and make tea. It was not his strength to reason with women.

"I told people yesterday that there is still much wine left here. I will pack it up and take it back later. The two mothers are waiting to drink your wine. Don't think that I want to take advantage of you, and you won't lose your spirit stone."

Huangfu Qingmei looked at Li Xiuyuan's silent appearance and thought this guy was in pain.

Ximen Guxing took a thousand-year-old spiritual medicine and dozens of hundred-year-old spiritual medicine on the table. He looked at him and said quietly: "This thousand-year-old spiritual medicine was given by the princess' mother. If you make wine at that time, remember to give her a jar."

"Don't worry, it's enough for you two families to share. This is not a magical medicine. Even when the princess was doing it, I only drank three cups. Drinking too much is a waste. You won't understand this principle, right?"

Li Xiuyuan felt it was necessary to tell him the truth.

"Don't ask me why. Remember me, the medicinal wine brewed next spring must be put in the spring of the following year, otherwise it will not work. Don't cause trouble for me."

After saying this, the water on the stove had boiled. Li Xiuyuan took the tea leaves and put them in the pot, started washing the tea and cups, and cooked tea to serve guests.

Smelling the gradually rising tea fragrance, Li Xiuyuan shook his head and sighed: "You know I am very poor. Even the spring tea in this mansion is also a tube left by the princess at that time, and my eyes are about to drink it."

"Then you have to make a good wine, and there will be tea and tea at this time next year." Huangfu Qingmei said with a smile at him.

Li Xiuyuan turned his head and looked at her, and said with a smile: "Do you want to exchange wine for tea? I'll drink ordinary tea leaves. After all, I'm a guy who is tasteless and can't compare with the two of you."

Ximen Guxing looked at him and laughed at himself, saying, "You have already cultivated a group of alcoholics in Ding'an City. Are you afraid of not having money to buy tea when you make wine?"

Li Xiuyuan was stunned and looked at him and replied, "I brewed wine. I made money to buy better things."

Huangfu Qingmei suppressed her unwillingness and looked at him and said, "Why didn't I realize you were a greedy person?"
Chapter completed!