"First, although the Qiankun bag has a lot of space inside and can hold items much larger than the bag itself, it also has a certain capacity. If the bag holds too many items or sucks in too many items, it will temporarily become ineffective and unable to hold anything else."

"Second, although the Qiankun bag has a lot of space inside and can hold a lot of things, it cannot hold any living things. If you put living creatures in it, they will surely die in a short time. At the same time, rashly sucking living creatures into the Qiankun bag will directly affect the use of the Qiankun bag, and even directly cause the internal space of the Qiankun bag to collapse."

"Third, and most importantly, Points, more importantly, this low-level Qiankun bag has no restrictions, that is to say, it does not have the function of recognizing the owner. Anyone who obtains this thing can take the things inside for himself! So don't easily show the Qiankun bag in front of other cultivators, and keep it properly by yourself, otherwise it is very easy to suffer a fatal disaster. Another point must be remembered, that is, things that you think are particularly important, or some things related to your own secrets, it is best not to put them in the Qiankun bag. "

After hearing these words, Xiao Han naturally remembered them firmly in his heart. At the same time, his gratitude to the old man in hemp clothes in front of him became stronger.

After saying this, the old man in hemp clothes turned his eyes and slowly moved to the painting on the long wooden table, and fell into silence for a while.

Xiao Han also inadvertently glanced at the huge painting that the old man was looking at. This was a landscape painting. The scenery painted on it was particularly pleasant, but the old man in hemp clothes seemed to have only painted a small part of it.

However, what surprised Xiao Han was that when he first saw the painting... he actually felt familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before.

"Alas!"

Suddenly, the old man in hemp clothes sighed and said, "To be honest, little guy, I am actually from a small place outside Dongling."

"Senior is not from Dongling either?" Xiao Han was stunned for a moment, but he suddenly felt enlightened. He seemed to understand why the old man in hemp clothes in front of him was particularly kind to him. It turned out that the two of them had some similarities in their origins. Being in a distant place, they felt an inexplicable sense of mutual sympathy.

The old man in hemp clothes nodded and continued, "I vaguely remember that although the cultivation of that place was backward, the people there had always lived in harmony, without disputes, and without all kinds of intrigues and bloody fights..."

While speaking, the old man in hemp clothes looked full of hope and yearning!

"Senior, you seem to miss your hometown?" Xiao Han felt the same way. Suddenly, he remembered the scene of living in Baidi, Western Region when he was a child. He couldn't help but asked rashly.

"Of course." The old man in sackcloth said with a smile on his face, without thinking.

"In that case, why don't you go back?" Xiao Han looked at the old man in sackcloth, a little puzzled.

"Go back?"

The old man in sackcloth lowered his head, but his expression suddenly stagnated. He was stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses, showing a bitter smile that was almost helpless, and said: "I can't go back, I can't go back in this life..."

While speaking, the old man in sackcloth's eyes fell on the huge painting that only painted a small part again. Tears were swirling in his turbid old eyes.

"Why?" Xiao Han was puzzled. He thought that with the old man's current cultivation, it should be easy to return to that small place. How could he not go back?

"Hehe!"

The old man in hemp clothes stared at the giant painting and smiled bitterly: "Little guy, you will know after looking at the painting I drew!"

After hearing this, Xiao Han was shocked. He turned his head and stared at the giant painting on the long wooden table for a moment. He seemed to think of something, but he wanted to say something, but he didn't know how to start.

"Little guy, you guessed right. The painting is indeed my hometown. I really can't remember what my hometown looks like, and I can't even remember the way back..."

"Alas!"

While speaking, the old man in hemp clothes sighed again. His turbid eyes turned from the painting to Xiao Han, looking at him seriously, as if he was not facing a strange boy who met for the first time, but a long-lost friend. He continued to speak: "What's worse is that my memory is still disappearing bit by bit, especially in the past six months, the speed of disappearance is obviously increasing day by day, and at the same time, the Yuanli in my body is also disappearing..."

Xiao Han listened to the old man in hemp clothes speaking slowly, and his expression gradually changed from shock to astonishment. If these words were not from the old man himself, he would definitely think it was a fairy tale.

The old man in hemp clothes could guard a huge "Qinglan Hall" alone in a super sect like Sanqing Sect. His status must not be too low. Moreover, when he entered the hall before, he noticed that the old man in hemp clothes seemed to be effortless when he kept drawing with the talisman pen in his hand. Obviously, even now, the true energy in the old man's body is still extraordinary and far beyond the ordinary Jindan strongman.

Everyone knows that even the most ordinary cultivators are like gods in the eyes of ordinary mortals. Whether it is senses or memories, they are more than a hundred times stronger than ordinary mortals. Moreover, the higher the cultivation level, the greater the gap will be. It is impossible for the situation described by the old man in hemp clothes to exist.

However, with the identity of the old man in hemp clothes, it is naturally impossible to deceive him... But what is the situation?

"Senior, do you know the reason?" Xiao Han asked.

"No clue." The old man in hemp clothes shook his head.

"Has your condition lasted for a long time?" Xiao Han continued to ask. He seemed to suddenly understand why Wang Tiesheng, who was guiding him at the time, said that the old man in hemp clothes was a weird person with a bad temper. Anyone whose memory and energy kept disappearing would become irritable.

"That's not the case. I have been in this state for more than a year." The old man in hemp clothes replied, but suddenly changed the subject, smiled, and said: "Haha, little guy, I haven't been so happy for a long time. Let's talk about something happy!"

For a period of time, the old man in hemp clothes was like a nagging grandfather telling stories to his grandson, talking and laughing, as if he had endless things to say, and Xiao Han basically couldn't interrupt, and could only listen. Sometimes he felt a little bored, but he still kept smiling.

He understood that the powerful old man in front of him was also an old man after all, an old man who lived in a distant foreign land, missed his homeland infinitely but could not return to his roots. He was too lonely...

The old man in hemp clothes in front of him was lonely, and so was Xiao Han! From childhood to adulthood, although the Xiao family cared for him very much, and the head of the family, Xiao Jingnan, treated him as his own son, he was not the blood of the Xiao family after all!

Thirteen years ago, the "White Land" in the Western Region suddenly ushered in the coldest winter in thousands of years. The ice and snow several feet thick almost covered the entire "White Land", making this place called "White Land" by the human race, truly, a vast expanse of white.

In the end, in order to survive, the human race had to take risks and go deep into the demon domain, or the demon territory.

One day, Xiao Jingnan was returning from the demon territory with his family disciples...

Suddenly, in the silence, it seemed that a few babies cried.

Following the sound, Xiao Jingnan found a swaddled baby on a huge frozen black stone. At that time, the baby was naked, with nothing on his body except a black round jade the size of a cup.

Xiao Jingnan was very surprised. Logically, even if the parents were in an emergency or even suffered a disaster and had to leave the child, they would never leave the child naked in the ice and snow.

With doubts in his heart, Xiao Jingnan led the children of the clan to search the area within a radius of ten miles with the black boulder as the center.

However, in the end, nothing was found, and no clues were found.

Helplessly, Xiao Jingnan took the swaddled baby back to the Xiao family and named him "Xiao Han".

"Bai Di" is located at the junction of the demon domain and the demon territory. Although it is blessed by heaven, the human race can reproduce and even live and work here, but because it has been affected by the demon spirit for a long time, the cultivation potential and talent of the human race here have always been low.

Of course, nothing is absolute.

Since childhood, Xiao Han was not only gifted, but also cultivated rapidly and had a high level of comprehension. Even in the relatively scarce Xiao family, he was still able to stand out and soon emerged among his peers in "Bai Di". Until he left "Bai Di", he had an absolute advantage and crushed all his peers in "Bai Di".

Unknowingly, more than three hours had passed. Looking at the gradually darkening night outside, the old man in hemp clothes finally felt a little embarrassed: "Hehe, little guy, am I a little too much...?"

"No, no!" Xiao Han forced a bitter smile on his slightly stiff face.

Before leaving, the old man in hemp clothes forced an old wooden box into Xiao Han's hand to show his affection. After leaving the door, Xiao Han opened it and was so excited. It turned out to be a talisman with a slightly blurred golden sword drawn on it. Although Xiao Han had never really touched a talisman, even if he had never eaten pork, he had at least seen pigs run. He was familiar with talismans. After all, not long ago, when he fought with Hua Wuyan, the other party easily caught his powerful flaming ball with a defensive talisman.

After leaving the "Qinglan Palace", although it was late, Xiao Han did not return to the cave immediately, but wandered around with disciples in groups of three or two for a long time. During the wandering, he also found the Wanbao Pavilion of the sect, but because he had just arrived at the sect and had no contribution points, he was directly blocked outside by the disciples guarding the Wanbao Pavilion at the door.

It was not until late at night that Xiao Han returned to his cave!

After returning to the cave, Xiao Han did not rush to practice breathing exercises, but closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, thinking carefully about the Qingfeng swordsmanship that Hua Wuyan used during the daytime battle...

In the world of cultivation, in addition to the level of one's own cultivation, there are many other factors that determine the strength of a cultivator, such as the grade of the cultivation method practiced by the cultivator; the spiritual root attributes of the cultivator; the various auxiliary props mastered by the cultivator, etc. Of course, there is also a most direct and straightforward factor, which is the relevant "secret skills" practiced by the cultivator.

Secret skills are different from cultivation methods. Their functions are very direct, either for defense or for attack. For example, the Qingfeng swordsmanship that Hua Wuyan used during the daytime was a pure attack secret skill. Of course, most cultivation methods also contain secret skills, such as the Nine Yang True Art practiced by Xiao Han, in which the scorching flame ball is also a kind of attack secret skill.

Compared to the complexity and systematic nature of the exercises, the cultivation of secret techniques is much simpler, because they are relatively pure in nature, and the mastery of secret techniques is more dependent on comprehension. Generally speaking, it takes three to five months for a cultivator with low comprehension to cultivate an ordinary low-level secret technique, but a disciple with higher comprehension only needs one or two months. Of course, some talented cultivators with extraordinary comprehension will need even less time.