After some struggle, his heavy eyelids finally slowly opened, and the scenery in his eyes gradually became clearer.

What caught Lu Qingshan's eyes was a yellowed tent roof.

Looking at the dirty and worn-out canopy, memories from before he fell into coma came flooding back to him.

The foundation was extracted, and even though he was seriously injured, he overloaded the sky and used it to suppress the sky.

Even with Wangchuan's biological power, his condition only went from terrible to not so bad.

So after he forced himself to cut off his Daoji, he passed out uncontrollably.

Lu Qingshan struggled and slowly supported his body with his arms to sit up.

After sitting up, he meditated and his mind sank into his Dantian.

His Nascent Soul was still sitting cross-legged in his Dantian, but at this time the divine light was dimmed, his eyes were tightly closed, as if he was in deep sleep, and no more power was emitted.

He cut off the Dao foundation by himself, so he had to rebuild the Dao foundation from the level of Qi refining.

Before the Daoji was reshaped, he was a mortal who had lost all his cultivation.

However, although his cultivation was lost, his realm remained.

Therefore, this road to rebuilding the Dao Foundation is naturally much easier than the first time.

Because before his cultivation returns to the early stage of Nascent Soul, his cultivation will not encounter any bottlenecks.

"It's really like going back to before liberation..." Lu Qingshan felt the situation in his body and said with emotion: "I will take this opportunity to create a truly flawless Taoist foundation."

He ruthlessly cut off his foundation just to make up for it.

Fortunately, his problem was discovered early.

If he reaches the Sixth or Seventh Realm of cultivation and discovers the problem with the Dao Foundation, then the cost of trying to rebuild the Dao Foundation will be too high.

Moreover, it is definitely not easy to completely separate one's Dao foundation from the body intact.

Fortunately, this mountain ghost's magical power is powerful enough.

In other words, the mountain ghost actually gave him a helping hand and helped him find out his problem in advance.

What a good ghost.

Lu Qingshan sighed.

In his Dantian, in addition to the Nascent Soul with dim light, there is actually a shallow layer of dark green spiritual power.

That was the power from the power of mountains and seas, and it had not been completely squandered by him.

The remaining power of mountains and seas is equivalent to the spiritual power of late-stage Jindan monks.

But this is a one-time use, and there is no way to recover it after use, so you must use it sparingly before you can restore your spiritual power.

Lu Qingshan's mind retreated from his Dantian, his brows furrowed slightly, and then he began to notice his situation, "Where is this?"

At this moment, the tent curtain that had been lowered was opened.

Lu Qingshan looked at the door curtain.

It wasn't until two figures, one tall and one thin, appeared in his sight that he let down his guard.

"Master? Are you awake?" The tall figure? It was Qin Yitian. Seeing Lu Qingshan wake up? His face was full of joy.

Is that thin figure a little girl? With a sallow complexion and skinny muscles? There is also joy in her eyes, but also mixed with a hint of timidity.

Was it the little girl from the Sheep tribe who had received him a piece of 'moon cake' and informed him of all the news about Thunder God Pool?

If you say that? I should be in the ‘sheep’ tribe now.

Lu Qingshan reacted quickly.

Under Lu Qingshan's gaze, Yang Qing'er panicked for a moment and rubbed the corner of her clothes with her left hand uneasily, but she still mustered up the courage and handed the worn-out pottery bowl to Lu Qingshan.

Qieqie said: "Are you seriously injured? You will get better faster if you drink this..."

Lu Qingshan glanced at the pottery bowl handed over by Yang Qing'er. In the bowl was some green paste-like liquid? An unpleasant smell hit his face.

As if fearing that Lu Qingshan would dislike him, Yang Qing'er quickly added: "If the men in the tribe are injured? They just drink a bowl of 'Tibetan medicine'? They will recover quickly."

"Is this the herb that Qing'er personally picked by climbing the canyon wall? Then boiled the medicine," Qin Yitian said: "Sir, you have been in a coma for three days."

"It makes you worry." Lu Qingshan understood and whispered to Qin Yitian.

Then he smiled kindly at Yang Qing'er, took the bowl of so-called 'Tibetan medicine', and drank it all in one gulp.

He turned the pottery bowl upside down and shook it towards Yang Qing'er, indicating that he had drunk not a drop left.

Yang Qing'er showed a shy smile.

"My name is Yang Qing'er." Yang Qing'er carefully looked at Lu Qingshan and whispered.

"My name is Lu Qingshan, I didn't know this was going on, why am I here?" Lu Qingshan showed a gentle smile to the little girl.

"When I went to pick food for the sheep, I met Sister Yitian walking out of it with you covered in blood on her back..." What Yang Qing'er said was naturally referring to Lei Gongchi, "I

Seeing how seriously you were injured, I quickly brought you back..."

"But..." Yang Qing'er paused and said carefully: "The patriarch looked at your injuries and said that you used to be a monk, but now your cultivation seems to have been completely destroyed. I'm afraid...

.”

Lu Qingshan was noncommittal, but he didn't give an explanation either.

Clang clang clang!

Suddenly there was a clanging sound outside the tent, mixed with faint cheers.

At this moment, Yang Qing'er also showed a hint of joy on her face.

"It should be that the hunting team is back. It seems they have gained something. This time there is meat to eat. If there is meat to eat, your body can recover faster." Yang Qing'er was extremely satisfied and asked hopefully: "

Do you want to go out and take a look?"

"Well, okay." Lu Qingshan smiled and nodded, then stood up unsteadily.

He is not a physical tyrant with big muscles, but he was once a Nascent Soul cultivator, so his physical fitness is naturally much better than that of ordinary people.

After a short rest, although his whole body was still covered with a thick layer of scabs, he had already regained his ability to move.

Qin Yitian quickly stepped forward and took Lu Qingshan's arm. Although Yang Qing'er was shy, she also came over to support him.

The tent door curtain opened, and what caught Lu Qingshan's eyes was a group of men wearing sheepskin clothing, returning in triumph carrying a huge piece of meat.

It seemed to be a pretty successful hunt.

For a small and poor tribe like the 'Yang' tribe, complicated ways of cooking food such as frying and frying do not exist.

First, there is not so much emphasis on it, and second, there is no so-called seasoning.

They cut the meat into fist-sized pieces and threw it into a huge iron pot.

Not long after, the tangy aroma of meat spread throughout the small camp.

Yes, the 'Sheep' tribe still belongs to the primitive system of big pot rice, where those who have something to eat eat together, and those who don't have something to eat starve together.

Yang Qing'er supported Lu Qingshan, looking at the boiling cauldron where the meat was boiling, and swallowed his saliva unconsciously.

For the children of the Sheep tribe who are extremely short of material, nothing can compare to eating.

In front of the cauldron, all the people in the tribe were queuing up with bowls in their hands, and some women were holding the spoons.

Women and children can get one piece of meat, while adult men can get two large pieces.

"Go over and line up." Lu Qingshan rubbed Yang Qing'er's messy hair and said with a smile.

The little girl was already too greedy, but she insisted on helping Lu Qingshan.

"But..." Yang Qing'er hesitated.

"It's okay, isn't Sister Yitian supporting me?" Lu Qingshan said.

Yang Qing'er felt relieved and hurriedly joined the team.

After all, he is still a child.

An old man came over with two pottery bowls and handed them to Qin Yitian and Lu Qingshan.

There were two pieces of meat in the bowl, and the hard naan was torn into pieces and soaked in it.

"I am the leader of this tribe." The sheep leader introduced himself.

This is a physical cultivation of the ninth level of Qi refining.

Lu Qingshan glanced at the old man and saw his cultivation level.

He did not refuse the sheep patriarch's kindness and took the pottery bowl.

This bowl of broth, which was already considered a feast for the people of the 'Yang' tribe, was not very delicious in Lu Qingshan's opinion. After all, except for some wild vegetables, there were no other condiments and spices added, so it was really very bland.

And those hard naan, even if it is torn into pieces and soaked in soup, is still too hard to swallow.

But Lu Qingshan still drank all the broth.

"The distinguished guest is probably not a local," the Sheep Chief asked, with a smile on his wrinkled face.
To be continued...