40,000 Years of Cultivation

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In every hill, every big lake, every farmland, every town, Li Yao will see many weird things and encounter many weird people.

He met an elderly man in his thirties who was obviously just an ordinary person, but he had a four- to five-meter-long spirit beast "Screaming Sky Eagle" as a pet.

The old man said that he accidentally picked up a palm-sized bird when he was four years old. When he saw that its wings were broken, it was very pitiful. He used a branch to help it connect the broken wings and applied healing ointment to it.

Since then, this little bird has been sticking to him, accompany him all the way to grow up, get married, have children, and get old.

For the first hundred years, this little bird has always been the size of a palm, and the old man is also used to having such a gadget around him.

Unexpectedly, after the old man passed his 104th birthday, the bird's figure soared, and in just three years it grew to five meters in length, revealing the magnificent features of a spirit beast.

Only then did the old man know that he had picked up something amazing.

"I'm an ordinary wage earner, and my family was originally small. At that time, I had a son and a daughter-in-law, and even my grandson was about to get married. How could there be a place to raise such a big bird?"

"I had to keep it secretly on the roof of a residential building. I was often nagged by my wife and son and daughter-in-law about this matter. The neighborhood committee called me several times and even alarmed the police!"

"Several cultivators of cultivating sects have come to the door, saying that they will buy this guy at a high price, but how can I be willing? In the eyes of the cultivators, it is a spirit beast, but in my eyes, it is my whole Youth, my whole life! If you don't sell it, you just don't sell it!"

The old man gently stroked Xiao Tianying's head and said with a smile.

Xiao Tianying, known for his ferocity, leaned on the old man very docilely.

It can be seen that its left wing is slightly twisted, and it seems to have been seriously injured.

"In this way, more than 20 years have passed. I retired. I don’t have to worry about my children and grandchildren. The old lady also left me ahead of me. I can finally realize my childhood dream-I’ve been thinking about it since I was a kid. Ah, little bird, how good would you be if you were a spirit beast? Then I can ride you, flying, flying, flying higher and higher mountains, flying over the river, flying into the sky, flying all over the Tianyuan realm."

The old man laughed, revealing his big mouth without front teeth, and climbed behind the Xiaotianying with great difficulty.

"drop--"

The old man blew a rusty whistle, and the howling eagle made a long whistle, flapping its wings and flying into the air.

The wing of this howling sky eagle has been injured. The old man is not a cultivator, and he can't control the skills of spirit beasts at all. It looks crooked and twisted when flying, and it is extremely ugly.

The old man didn't care, singing a popular song a hundred years ago, and gradually disappeared into the layers of clouds like cotton piles.

Along the way, Li Yao met many people like the old man.

He encountered a powerful swordsman who had achieved fame, but he woke up at the ninety-year-old pass, and found that what he really wanted to be was a literary and artistic cultivator and a poet.

So the sword repairman put down his sword and hiked Daxue Mountain, looking for inspiration in the desolate and vast snowy area.

Occasionally, when you encounter car bandits and road tyrants, you don't use swords as a last resort, but try to influence bad guys with poems full of warmth and love.

Everyone in the vicinity of Daxue Mountain knows that there is such a "poem demon" with superb swordsmanship, and people are more afraid of him reciting poems than they are afraid of the three-foot green front in his hands.

Li Yao also met a village doctor who graduated from Tiandu Medical College and worked in many cultivating schools. He is a famous national player in the cultivation world. He is best at dredging the odd meridian and eight channels, and treating madness.

However, after the age of 180, this cultivator at the peak of the foundation-building period gave up the high-paying employment of several large hospitals and cultivating sects, went incognito, traveled to every remote village in the Federation, and voluntarily treated the villagers in the remote villages. .

"Thirty years ago, I helped a big sect's suzerain to protect the Dharma and help him successfully embark on the alchemy period. Later, this suzerain gave me a luxurious sea-view villa, plus the most prosperous commercial street in a big city. , Five shops!"

"I used to think that this is the largest consultation fee I have ever received in my life."

In a simple brick house, the village doctor grinned at the sweet potatoes in the firepit and said to Li Yao with a smile, "It wasn't until yesterday that I received a more precious consultation fee."

"What is it?" Li Yao cautiously tore the sweet potato skin, his eyes blurred with heat.

"I helped a little boy who was blinded by fireworks to see his eyes again for four years. He gave me a brutal kiss, right here."

The country doctor pointed to his cheek and smiled brilliantly, naturally and peacefully.

A retired old man riding a Xiaotianying, a sword repairer who wants to be a poet, a village doctor who wants to be at the peak of the foundation stage...

There are many more such people.

During the day, Li Yao was in a picturesque paradise on earth, listening to these people telling all kinds of weird stories.

In his sleep at night, Li Yao didn't forget to practice, he frantically swallowed the fragments of Ou Yezi's memory.

Each piece of memory contains Ou Yezi's memories from ten days to one month.

And Li Yao can swallow one or two pieces of memory every night.

If it swallows too much, the mental power will be exhausted, and the entire brain will be burnt, and it will be extremely painful, which is not conducive to cultivation.

After three months of long journey, Li Yao swallowed the memory of Ou Yezi as an ironman.

Unlike the last Nan Ke Yimeng, this time, the memory fragments were completely integrated into Li Yao's body, completely merging with his original memory.

It seemed that he had really worked as an iron handyman in the Bailianzong 40,000 years ago, and had practiced superior metal forging skills.

Although in the process of devouring memory every time, Li Yao would be tortured to death by difficulties as Ou Yezi.

But the gain is also immense.

All of Ou Yezi's iron-making skills were swallowed by him. With the addition of the "108 Hand Cloak and Random Hammer Method" as the foundation, Li Yao finally reached the pinnacle of metal forging.

Today, when various technologically advanced refining weapons are used on a large scale, looking at the entire Tianyuan realm, there is no second person like Li Yao who stupidly learns the classical iron-strike method 40,000 years ago.

Therefore, Li Yao can be called "the first person in Xingyao Federation's ancient manual forging technique"!

Although this title that sounds very prestigious does not have much practical value, a small sense of satisfaction floated in Li Yao's heart.

"Today is forging, and tomorrow is the most brilliant refining technique. When I devour all the memory of Ou Yezi's forging weapons, what about Deep Sea University? One day, the title of Refining Master Holy Land will belong to our Great Wilderness War Academy. Department!"

Three months later, in the northern part of the Federation, in an unnamed small mountain village.

"Moo..."

"Hey..."

"Bow! Bow!"

A large group of wooden oxen and horses leaned back and forth in the Shaigu Farm at the entrance of the village, groaning faintly.

Wooden cattle and horses are the collective name for all agricultural metal puppets.

Take this long-haired sheep that is making a "bleating" sound as an example. Its whole body is made of metal, and its joints are inlaid with various crystal stones. There are dozens of runes engraved around its body. It can walk on its own and look for dryness. Branches and leaves and straw.

After swallowing the belly, it is all broken down into plant fibers and re-entangled into wool-shaped filaments in the belly.

This kind of filament can be used to weave cloth and knot nets, and even directly sew clothes to wear in economically backward places. It is a valuable metal puppet beast.

Not to mention the huge copper bull next to it. Not only can it plow the field, but it can be transformed into a large harvester by adding some simple parts during the harvest season.

All the ears of rice were cut off by the horn-shaped blade in the front, and then swallowed by the beak, the golden rice came out from behind the buttocks.

In poverty-stricken areas, these metal puppets are the lifeblood of a family of young and old, and they often need to be used for several generations.

This is the case in this unnamed mountain village.

Dozens of metal puppet beasts are old-fashioned products more than a hundred years ago. They have long passed their service life. Either they are missing their arms and legs, or the spar is picked off by a thief, or the symbolic array engraved on the vital part is worn by the years. It's mottled.

"Master Xiao Li, take a look for the auntie, is this iron cow saved? This is the dowry my grandma brought when she got married!"

"Master Xiao Li, I will help Uncle look at this big wolf dog later, although it is not a living thing, but it has been with me since I was born, it has been 130 years, there is affection!"

The honest-faced villagers surrounded Li Yao, and there were villagers in the house beside him who were killing pigs and stewing meat for Li Yao. The whole sun valley was full of the richest smell of meat.

It is not easy to find a master who can repair magic weapons in such a poor country.

The simple villagers don't know how to thank Li Yao, but a family of villagers simply slaughtered the big fat pigs prepared for the New Year.

Many stunned children thought it was coming to the New Year, dragging their noses around on the drying valley field, cheering and laughing like silver bells.

"Wait a moment, wait a moment, dear uncles and aunts, I want to check them one by one slowly. I can't do it if I am over-wearing. As long as there is a glimmer of life, I will try my best to repair these wooden cows!"

Li Yao said with a smile.

After three months of experience, Li Yao at this moment is completely different from when he first started. If a friend saw him, he would definitely be surprised.

He was a little bit taller than a hundred days ago by half a centimeter, and looked a little thin. He had been sleeping in the open air for a long time, causing his skin to become dark, his hair tangled into a ball, his beard and his beard looked a little sloppy.

He was wearing an ordinary coarse cloth overalls, covered with dust and oil stains. At first glance, he looked like an ordinary field worker.

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