A small casual cultivator!

Chapter 1109: Horse Breeding

"understood."

Lu Luan nodded, looking serious.

The female disciple took out two sets of clothes and placed them in front of him, then said, "It's not completely without reward. If you can stay in Qinglin Sect for three years, you can get a high-level mortal-level technique and two magical powers."

If this kind of reward she mentioned was offered a hundred years ago, it would definitely attract a large number of independent cultivators who would be willing to work like slaves for her. But with the current prosperity of the immortal way, even an independent cultivator with only the Qi training level can easily obtain a yellow-level martial arts technique as long as he puts some thought into it.

In order to give some opportunities to the majority of independent practitioners, the major forces on each continent and island have deployed a large number of skills and magical powers within the sphere of their respective influence.

The old hoe skill that Lu Luan practiced at the beginning has now become so degraded that even casual practitioners on the street would not bother to practice it.

"Well, I will persevere, and then become a menial disciple, and then an inner disciple."

Lu Luan's face was full of longing.

Hearing this, the three disciples couldn't help but laugh and looked at him as if he were a fool, thinking that after he did it for a while, they would know how powerful it was.

After handing the things to him, the female monk said, "How about letting you raise the Zhuyang horse?"

"Zhuyang Horse?" Lu Luan had a puzzled look in his eyes.

In fact, he already knew everything about Qinglin Sect, but now he had to pretend that he knew nothing and start from the beginning.

The female disciple explained: "The Zhuyang Horse is used to provide Zhuyang Pills to menial disciples. You will know when you go there."

Then he shouted to a young man in the distance: "Junior Brother Chen, come here."

"Okay senior sister."

The young man ran over quickly.

This is a menial disciple, who looks to be fourteen years old and is at the third level of Qi Refining.

When she came to him, the woman said, "Take your junior brother to Zhuyang Horse Farm and to Elder Huang."

"As ordered."

The young man bowed respectfully, looked at the boy in front of him who was a head taller than him and said, "Junior Brother Lu, come with me."

Lu Luan bowed to the three inner disciples and said, "Thank you, three brothers and sisters."

Then he followed the young man and left the menial service hall.

"Brother, where is the Zhuyang Racecourse?"

Lu Luan asked the young man in front of him.

"It's a hundred miles away from the sect, and it's at least a hundred and fifty miles away from this menial service hall. If we walk faster, we should be able to get there tomorrow morning." The young man replied with a bitter face.

He had to walk more than 300 miles round trip, and the road was rugged and difficult to travel. He was only at the third level of Qi training, not much stronger than an ordinary person.

Although he was very depressed, he did not dare to refuse his senior sister's arrangement.

"Walk...walk over there?" Lu Luan asked in surprise.

"Well, senior sister didn't arrange anyone to send us off, so we just have to walk over." The young man nodded heavily.

The mountain road is only difficult for them to travel. For the disciples who can fly with swords, this distance will only take a hundred breaths at most.

Walking over there, for them, this can also be considered as a form of spiritual practice.

"It would be great if I could fly a sword."

Lu Luan said with a lost look.

"Junior brother, what is your level of cultivation?" the young man asked curiously.

"The fourth level of Qi Refining."

The young man asked again: "Junior brother, what is your qualification?"

"Superior mortal spiritual root."

The young man stopped after hearing this and looked at him in confusion: "Junior brother, you have good aptitude and your cultivation is not weak. Why do you want to come to Qinglin Sect to be a record-keeping disciple? If you become a casual cultivator, you should be able to break through to the sixth level of Qi Refining in the future."

Lu Luan sighed and replied, "It's too dangerous to be a casual cultivator. My master was beaten to death for no reason. It's safer to join a sect, so I came to Qinglin Sect. Although I'm just a recorder disciple now, if I work hard and become a menial disciple, I won't have to worry about food and clothing, and my life won't have to worry about it. I just want to live a stable life."

"Junior brother, it's not easy to be a record-keeping disciple."

"It's okay. I'm willing to do any dirty or tiring work."

"But..." In the boy's opinion, Lu Luan was very stubborn and had wild ideas. He wanted to say something, but seeing that Lu Luan was so excited, he didn't want to discourage him. He swallowed the words as soon as they reached his throat.

He asked, "Junior brother, what is your name?"

"Lu Yang, what about you, Senior Brother?"

"Sun Xiaoyu."

The two chatted as they walked towards the foot of the mountain.

The journey of one hundred and fifty miles was very arduous for the two children.

Sun Xiaoyu asked Lu Luan to wait at the foot of the mountain, while she hurried back to her residence, bringing a gourd filled with water and some food.

He had to walk there and back again, which was more than 300 miles round trip.

After everything was ready, the two set off.

On the way, Lu Luan asked curiously, "Brother Sun, what is the Zhuyang horse used for?"

"To make the Zhuyang Pill."

"Using the whole horse to refine it?" Lu Luan was shocked.

Sun Xiaoyu smiled and said, "That's not the case. The main thing used is the blood of the Zhuyang horse. We have cultivated a strange insect in Qinglin Sect, called the Dan Yi. After the Dan Yi absorbs enough blood from the Zhuyang horse, it will form a pill at the tail. This pill is called the Zhuyang Pill. The Zhuyang Pill has a miraculous effect on replenishing qi and blood and strengthening the foundation. It is specially provided for menial disciples and outer disciples to take."

Sun Xiaoguo patiently explained to him the role of the Zhuyang horse.

"Do our disciples who take notes have such a good thing?" Lu Luan asked expectantly.

Sun Xiaoyu shook her head and said, "No."

Lu Luan's expression instantly fell.

The two chatted as they walked, two small figures, like two little ants, moving little by little in the mountains.

Before they knew it, the sky began to darken and it was pitch black outside. Under the starry sky, the two had no time to rest and continued on their journey overnight.

Finally, early the next morning, they arrived at a flat land surrounded by mountains.

This is a natural pasture.

At a glance, there were no less than a thousand blood-red horses grazing inside, and there were also hundreds of people guarding inside.

These are the record-keeping disciples who take care of Zhu Yangma.

A Zhuyang horse is much more valuable than a record-keeping disciple.

In addition to the record-keeping disciples, there are dozens of inner and outer disciples here, all of whom are in charge of managing the record-keeping disciples.

The mountain road was difficult to walk on, and after walking for a day and a night, both of them were sweating profusely.

"finally reached."

Looking at the plain in front of him, Sun Xiaoyu sat down on the ground, wiping the sweat off his face. Then he took out the gourd and gulped the water into his mouth.

After he was satisfied, he threw it to Lu Luan and said, "Junior Brother Lu, it's just in front."

Although he is a formal disciple who has lit the soul lamp, he does not have a superior mentality towards Lu Luan and has a very good personality.

Lu Luan also drank a few mouthfuls happily, and the tiredness on his face dissipated a little. He looked ahead and said, "It's really magnificent."

"Junior Brother Lu, these Zhuyang horses are of precious bloodline and must be taken good care of. If they get sick or injured, you will be severely punished." Sun Xiaoyu reminded solemnly.

"understood."

Lu Luan replied seriously.