There was a hot burning sensation from the body,

Fang Yang was so frightened that he quickly opened his eyes,

Touching the embryonic shell on the face, it feels like a scab about to fall off.

When you grasp it with your hand, the hard black substance peels off, revealing rosy skin.

"This ......" Fang Yang was slightly stunned.

Soon all the embryonic shells of the face are peeled off.

He was a little nervous.

After all, it is the face that grows this time, and the importance of this part in the body is self-evident.

The so-called appearance is justice, if you look too ugly,

Will they be beaten to death before they can get out of the mountain?

He was a little apprehensive that he would become an old man like an immortal.

Of course, subconsciously, he still wants to be like in his previous life.

Under the conscious perception, it is the present self.

He saw that it was a melon seed face, and the silhouette was not ugly.

It's just that the eyebrows and hair haven't grown, the facial features haven't grown neatly, the skin is still full of wrinkles like a newborn, and the blood on the face has not faded, and it is as red as a monkey's buttocks.

"It shouldn't be too ugly!"

Looking at the embryo, it's okay.

Immediately afterward, Fang Yang followed the burning sensation and peeled off the embryo shell in other parts.

It took half an hour, and the whole body was exposed to the air.

The skin is densely covered with ungrown folds,

However, it is not much different from normal people, the only flaw is that the feet have not grown yet, and they are covered by a black shell.

However, this does not affect that he can rely on his true qi to condense two prosthetic legs to walk, and after putting on clothes and boots, he can't see the abnormality at all.

Well

By the way, the key now is to get a set of clothes first!

It's not that hard to do.

Fang Yang took out the spar and summoned a nightmare ghost.

A few minutes later, a neat shirt was placed in front of Fang Yang,

Putting on his clothes, it fit well, so Fang Yang walked back and forth in the hall.

A feeling of rebirth arises.

At this moment, he felt that he was truly alive.

A few more days passed,

The folds on Fang Yang's body were long and flat, and he went out to take a shower during the period, and now he looks a lot cleaner.

The facial features have become much symmetrical, but the lips and nose are still small,

How to say it,

Now it looks like the type that looks strange and can be remembered at a glance.

Out of the door of the Scorching Temple,

Looking up, you can see a layer of rhythmic enchantment, which is the mountain protection array.

The side of the road around is covered with lanterns to illuminate the road in the dark.

Now he is no different from ordinary people.

Fang Yang decided to go out for a walk in person,

As for the agreement with Yan Jiujiu, he couldn't leave a hundred meters outside the Scorching Shadow Palace, and he had already been thrown out of the clouds.

The new seven-petal flower ban will only ban his cultivation when he wants to kill, and it will not play a monitoring role, leaving for a short time without being discovered.

Fang Yang was very familiar with the scenery near the Scorching Shadow Palace, and he had already understood this piece under the shroud of consciousness.

It's just that he didn't expect that the Dao Temple was even bigger than he imagined, covering nearly the entire mountain.

Jiyin Terrace is the center of the ground, surrounded by the scorching hall, the Taoist pavilion, the study and the altar, the stars arch the moon.

On the periphery is the residence of the disciples,

Further away, there are Wanfa Hall, Drizzle Building, Martial Arts Field and Night Market, etc.

The outermost part, the back mountain generation, has thousands of acres of spiritual fields.

Fang Yang walked all the way and found that each temple had one or two disciples keeping vigil.

There are not many rules in Qinghe Daoyuan, except for some important god worship activities, there are few forced restrictions on disciples, and practice freely.

Therefore, along the way, those Dao boys only looked at Fang Yang and felt that he was born with a vision, but after noticing that he was dressed as a disciple, they didn't stop him for interrogation.

Walking across the stone bridge and the cyan path, the flow of people in front of me began to dense,

The surrounding scenery becomes wider, and a long street appears at the end of the view.

The noise came to my ears.

On both sides, there are attic bamboo workshops lined up, and lanterns are hung everywhere.

This is a night market, and many disciples have shops here, and even some have stalls to sell their goods.

When the polar night came, the Daoist Institute had been blocked, and the Dao children could not go down the mountain, so many Dan Dao disciples would frantically purchase medicinal herbs during this period.

And the disciples who have many spiritual fields and abundant resources will make a lot of money during this period.

The old immortal master and Yan Jiujiu never cared about these, because all the facilities on the periphery of the residence were made up by the disciples themselves, and even if they were rectified on weekdays, they were handed over to the three generations of disciples to be responsible.

As long as people have daily needs, cultivators are no exception.

The sick need to be treated, the weather is cold, and the occasional gluttony also wants to drink and eat meat.

These can't be given for free, they are all equivalent exchanges, so there is the existence of the Fang market.

Jifeng Hall, artisan shops, Dan Pavilion and even restaurants, except for those prohibited businesses, can basically operate normally.

Fang Yang felt novel, and stood on the street corner and watched for a while.

He discovered that the currency traded among his disciples was a golden round bead, the size of a fingernail, which they called gold beads.

Along the way, the stalls sold the most secret arts, blades, and elixirs, and Fang Yang would always look at them with curiosity.

If there is no gold bead, you can only envy it.

At this time, his afterglow was in a corner of the market, and he suddenly found a familiar figure.

Fang Yang's eyes lit up and he strode over.

It was a small medicine pavilion, with only a shed and almost half open.

"Senior brother, I really don't want you to bargain like this, if you want to be like you, how can I do business with my sister. Sitting at the counter was a young woman.

"Anyway, you can't sell this pill, it comes with a bottle of Qi Gathering Pill, and it's very kind to give you a gold bead. Wei Suo held a Dan box in his hand, and kept bargaining, arguing too hotly, and his face turned a little red.

"You are a man, I won't say anything if you buy Yurong Dan, but you have to pay me for half a day for a gold bead, so it's boring. A little black line appeared on the young woman's face.

Her medicine pavilion mainly sells some women's special pills, which belong to the kind of livelihood that is not open for three years and eats for three years.

But what she didn't expect was that after a month of business depression, the first customer who came to the door was actually a man, and that's it, the key party bought those low-grade pills as soon as they came up, asked questions, and bargained for half a day at the checkout.

No matter how polite she is, now she also wants to reply a little bit in her heart, whether she likes to buy it or not, and if she doesn't buy it, she doesn't want to buy it.

"Although I am a layman in Dan Dao, I also know that the formula of this Yurong Dan is nothing more than a voltammy grass, a worthless thing, and you have nothing to lose by attaching a bottle of Qi Gathering Pill. "Wesso has no intention of giving up.

The reason why he is here is actually to please Chibazi and buy some small gifts as an apology.

He knows very well that only by resolving the conflict with Chibazi can he redeem his lost reputation a little.

This time, the young woman simply rolled her eyes.

I was extremely unhappy.

Don't you need money for the handiwork of the old lady?

Pay for materials and prostitute for nothing?

"Can you sell it?" Wei Suo frowned, looking resolute, as if the woman was unwilling, and he was going to fight to the end.

"Okay, you take it, don't let me see you again. The woman wanted to cry without tears, and leaned back on the chaise longue as if deflated.

"Okay, Qi Gathering Pill, find me a box to put it in. ”

"I ......"

Finally, after settling the account, Wei Suo walked out with two Dan boxes, his face still full of pain.

Suddenly, a figure in front of him slammed into him.

"Who's you!" he staggered, not immediately angry, for fear that the person who came was someone he could not afford to provoke.

So I looked at each other first.

The person in front of him has a bald head, no eyebrows, a small nose and a crooked mouth, and peculiar facial features.

"Looking for death, you, you don't have fucking eyes, do you?" After making sure that this person didn't know him, and he didn't look like a famous senior brother, Wei Suo directly opened his mouth and scolded.