At night, inside an inconspicuous house to the west of the Imperial Palace. A child meditates cross-legged, with a 100-year-old reishi and a 100-year-old ginseng tree suspended in front of him. The two extremely precious medicinal herbs exuded a faint wood-attribute aura, wrapping the child meditating on his knees.

Suddenly, a small whirlpool appeared in the child's body. The aura emitted by this lingzhi and ginseng is inhaled into the child's body according to a specific trajectory. Along the meridians, it flows into the dantian.

In the dantian, a little bud is bathing in this drizzle of spiritual power. Slowly, growing at a rate visible to the naked eye. One inch, two inches, three inches, the cyan cyclone greedily absorbed the wood aura that flowed into the body.

With this kind of practice, Fang Ze will not feel pain and fatigue even if he practices for three days and three nights. Because they themselves are the aura of wood. And before, Fang Ze forcibly transformed other auras into fire aura, so he would have that kind of pain.

After an hour, seeing that the cyan cyclone was strong enough to run on its own, it stopped absorbing the later wood aura. As soon as his mind moved, the golden aura formed a square container in the center of the dantian. Then mobilize the aura of water to surround the container. It's like protecting, and it's like it's making some preparations.

The spiritual energy inside the lingzhi and ginseng continued to be squeezed, and along the trajectory of the meridians, it flowed into the vessel formed by the golden aura. Eventually, the reishi and ginseng turned into two dried grasses, and the aura of the wood no longer flowed into the body.

Get ready, Fang Ze hesitated. What happens if this fails? After all, this was the first time that Fang Ze had used the four spiritual qi together, and Fang Ze didn't know if it would brew the unearthed spiritual energy. I have a hunch that it will succeed, but it always feels wrong.

With a nervous mood, he took a ball of fire aura and threw it into the container. As soon as the aura of fire comes into contact with the aura of wood, it is like dry wood encountering fire. The monstrous flames set off the sea of qi in a fiery red, and the bright red flames danced in the container. Due to the heat wave, little sparks are flying. From a distance, it looks like beating notes, playing an immortal war song.

The fire burned for three hours before it gradually went out, and all the aura was removed. In the center of the dantian, a yellow-brown object similar to the previous one appeared. Unlike before, the previous one was a spot, this time it was a powder.

If you feel it carefully, this is indeed the aura of the earth. It feels different from before, and it was heavy before, but now it's vanity. These are two completely opposite feelings, so is this powder the same as that spot, or is it not the same earth aura?

This question haunted Fang Ze, and for a while, he didn't dare to rashly combine and use it.

Exit inward vision and turn to meditation.

"Soil, soil, and soil are yellow and brown, and earth is earth, and stones are earth, mountains are soil, sand and soil, and clay and porcelain are earth, and pottery and porcelain are ......."

In a meditative state, Fang Ze collects information related to earth. Over and over again, integration, association, overthrow, reorganization.

"When soil meets water, it becomes mud, when it meets fire, when it meets fire, when it encounters sand, when it encounters dust, when soil meets wood, everything grows. All changes are not in the soil, but in the process of changing. Any object will eventually turn into dust after the baptism of time, and the only constant is the dust itself. ”

Thinking of this, Fang Ze dropped a drop of water aura onto the powder. The aura of water seeped into the powder, and a large and slightly heavy aura was born. The two yellow-brown earth aura were rubbed together by Fang Ze's soul power hand.

A three-centimeter yellow-brown earthwork appeared impressively in Fang Ze's dantian. Recalling the exercises, refining and implanting the coveted earth aura.

"Yin Tai's double white blood sea link, Ji Chong two doors into the dantian. There is no danger in coming out of the dantian again, and it goes straight to the throat. The pharyngeal return flow needs to be reduced, and the nine acupoints are opened unprecedentedly. There are nine caves in Zhou Rong's mansion, and once it is unblocked, there will be no difficulty. Running for six or nine hours, five hundred and forty turns to Xuan. There are still three miles left for the six spirits to return to their positions, and it is all in vain if they are less than one star. ”

Seven hours had passed after five hundred and forty weeks of running.

Dragging his tired body, Fang Ze looked inwardly at the dantian. At this time, the dantian scene is a bit spectacular, blue, red, yellow, blue, white, and the five-color cyclone forms a circle. Silver cyclone, in the midst of independence.

The cyclones of the power of the five elements, if they are ordered according to each other, will complement each other and integrate with each other. If the five elements of the cyclone are sorted according to the phase, the breath is restrained. Look at its appearance, like a mortal.

Sitting on the bed, Fang Ze stretched his waist. I couldn't help but feel a little joy in my heart, "The current strength is already one star, it seems that there is no need to be so low-key in the future, and you can move around more appropriately." ”

Probably because he was too tired in the past few days, Fang Ze was a little sleepy. Three o'clock in the morning is also the time when people are most sleepy. Spread out the quilt, lie on the pillow, and adjust your breathing. It didn't take long for Fang Ze to fall into a deep sleep.

Fang Ze, who never dreamed, had a strange dream tonight.

The world dreams at night and dreams by day. But often nighttime dreams are more real than daytime dreams. Some people believe that dreams are a reflection of reality, and this is the truth of "thinking about it day and dreaming at night". Some people believe that dreams have a certain encounter, and that by analyzing dreams, you can meet future fragments.

Fang Ze's dream is a dream that any man would have. He dreamed that he was with the cotton wick, and there was such an unspeakable picture. In the dream, he is not a child's body, he is the appearance of his previous life. Just when the two of them were happy and excited. As soon as the picture turned, there was another canyon in front of me. The canyon was dark and deep, as if someone was calling for Fang Ze at the end of the canyon.

"Fang Ze, Fang Ze...... Come here, I have a secret to tell you. Fang Ze, come here, come here. The voice came from afar, echoing through the valley.

Fang Ze followed the direction from which the voice came, and walked forward step by step. Fang Ze's consciousness was clear, he knew that he was dreaming. But the dream seemed to be more real than daytime, so real that he couldn't accept it.

Walked to the end of the valley, but no one appeared. On the contrary, the voice was more real, as if she was talking to herself and as if she was telling a story.

Although Fang Ze didn't hear that story clearly, he knew that the voice told him not to practice that exercise anymore and not to continue walking on the wrong path. Because everything is in vain, everything is in vain.

Fang Ze wanted to refute, but it seemed that he wanted to go back to the end. Consciousness can't control the body, so it can only accept it silently. For a whole night, "I can't cultivate" became the main theme.

Maybe that voice wanted to use countless warnings to make this little guy retreat. It was obviously a warning, but Fang Ze heard pity and pity in that voice.

With a look of confusion, Fang Ze woke up from his sleep.

Recalling last night's dream, Fang Ze was a little self-deprecating. I was so frightened by a dream that I doubted my life, which strong person on the path of cultivation was not sailing against the current? Maybe it was because I had implanted several kinds of aura in a row in the past few days, and that kind of exhaustion made me feel retired. will go back to having such an unreliable dream.

The spiritual power was running, and the dust around him was surging.

The release of aura is the mark of a one-star powerhouse, which means that Fang Ze has officially embarked on the road of cultivation. Before the one-star realm is cultivation, after the one-star realm is cultivation. What is true to cultivate? What is cultivated is the true self and the true self, the true self that is eternal and immortal. It will not be reincarnated by death, and it will not die out with time. It's just that Fang Ze is still far from that step.

Back in front of him, Fang Ze looked at the invitation to the auction. "April 17", Fang Ze read out loud.

There was still more than half a month to go, and what Fang Ze hoped most was to be able to buy spiritual skill treasures at this auction. Ordinary auctions are traded with spirit coins, while this kind of exotic treasure auction is traded with spirit crystals.

Fang Ze was thinking about it, and after selling the appropriate spiritual skills at the auction, he would implant the wind aura. At that time, with spiritual skills in the body, there were also some means to save lives, and no one knew which would come first, tomorrow or the accident. Then let the accident come as late as possible, and after making up his mind, Fang Ze walked out of the room.

This time, he didn't call the cotton core, and he didn't use the carriage of the Zhao Mansion. Because what Fang Ze was going to do next was something that no one else could know.

Walked to Fude Money Village, glanced at the door of Fude Money Village, and walked straight in.

The guys from Fude Money Village didn't pay attention to this big child, they just thought that someone's disobedient family was lost. Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, Fang Ze walked up to a guy who was wiping the table. She said in a milky voice, "Big brother, where is your shopkeeper?" I want to meet him. ”

Looking at this cute child, the guy who was wiping the table stopped what he was doing. Squatted down and looked at Fang Ze.

I saw the little boy in front of me, a little more than a meter tall. The hair is in a high bun, and the eyebrows are clear. The skin of the small round face is very white and tender. He was dressed in a linen shirt and trousers, and he wore a small copper ring on his fingers. Look at other people's eyes calm and solid, there is no timidity and inferiority complex at all. From the look in his eyes, he could see that this was not an ordinary child.

The guy pinched Fang Ze's little face and said, "The shopkeeper is busy now, just tell me if you have anything." ”

Fang Ze continued to say in a milky voice: "No, I must see your shopkeeper for this matter." I was introduced by the shopkeeper Liu of Baoling Zhai. ”

Hearing this, the guy looked at Fang Ze again. Puzzled, he stood up and said, "Come with me." ”

I followed the guy to a room on the second floor, where there was only a middle-aged woman. The woman was fat, but not ugly, and very pleasing to the eye. The guy looked at Fang Ze and said, "This is our shopkeeper, just tell her if you have anything." ”

When the middle-aged woman saw that the man had come with a child, she reprimanded the man. The man didn't wait for the middle-aged woman to get angry, and then turned and left.

The middle-aged woman had no choice but to look at Fang Ze, and said with a gentle face: "Little friend, why are you coming to our Fude Money Village?"

Fang Ze moved a chair and sat opposite the woman, and said, "I was introduced by the shopkeeper Xiao Liu of Baoling Zhai, and I came to exchange for spirit crystals." ”

The middle-aged woman looked at the child in front of her, very smart and aggressive, and loved it very much. I heard that I was here to exchange for the spirit crystal, and said in my heart: "I don't know which adult this is, exercising children like this." ”

The woman looked at Fang Ze with a loving face and asked, "Then how many spirit crystals do you want to change?"

Fang Ze saw that the middle-aged woman didn't take herself seriously, so he had the intention to scare her.

I saw the little boy say slowly: "Auntie, I won't change a few of them, it's very little, can you help me change it?"

The middle-aged woman said, "You say, Auntie can help you change." ”

Fang Ze stretched out his thumb and index finger and gestured a number. said: "Auntie, I want to exchange eight million spirit crystals." ”

The middle-aged woman was a little surprised, but she could accept it, after all, eight million spirit coins was nothing to a big family. She looked at Fang Ze with a smile and said, "Little boy, you wait a while, I'll give you eighty thousand spirit crystals." ”

Fang Ze's head kept shaking, and he emphasized again: "Auntie, I want to exchange for eight million spirit crystals, and I have eight hundred million spirit coins here." ”

At first, the woman didn't react, but thought it was eight hundred spirit coins. But when Fang Ze said the number of 800 million, the woman was immediately startled and didn't come back to her senses for a long time.