As the Natianmu swirled layer by layer, it suddenly lit up at the innermost core, and white light "shot" out along the scattered gaps, intermittently.

Fang Ling stared at Na Tianmu, and suddenly his consciousness seemed to be pulled and entered Na Tianmu.

Diving into Natianmu along his consciousness, Natianmu is no longer a small ball, but as huge as a giant palace, each line is as wide as a road, and every layer of thin skin is like a city wall.

Fang Ling went deeper and deeper, and when he reached the most core place, he found that what emitted the light was a bead as white as jade, which seemed to sense the appearance of the arrival, and the bead suddenly had a great light, and suddenly, the surrounding Natian wood layer disappeared, and in exchange for it, it was a circle of pieces of paper.

These pieces of paper are no more than two pieces of paper length and width, neatly arranged, floating in all directions, Fang Ling stretched out his hand on the nearby piece of paper, and saw that there was a faint fluorescence on it, Fang Ling seemed to be pulled into the piece of paper, and suddenly came to a room.

It was late at night, the house was lit with candles, a middle-aged Confucian in a white robe was sitting in front of the wooden table, holding a "hair" pen, and was writing on a scroll, at one end of the wooden case, there was a Natian wood, and next to it, there was a strange-shaped branch, the branch was brown all over, and there were dark lines on it, and there was a small scarlet "color" fruit at the top of the branch.

Fang Ling suddenly understood, this is the memory recorded by Na Tianmu, so speaking, the middle-aged Confucian is the cabinet scholar Wang Yonglu who wrote the book of Diluo Wanxiang, and the reason why he was able to open Na Tianmu is said to be because King Yama has crossed a point of yang energy in him.

He walked quickly to Wang Yonglu's side, looked at the scroll, and saw that it was written: "It is called Snake Luo Fruit, which is strange like a miscellaneous tree, with dark lines on the body, and a scarlet fruit on the top." This thing grows in a place where snakes gather, and the more venomous the snake, the more it can raise a snake fruit with bright fruits, and it can avoid snake venom. ”

After finishing speaking, Wang Yonglu picked the snake fruit, put it in his mouth and chewed it, swallowed it, and then added: "The taste is as sweet as honey." ”

Fang Ling saw it with a little admiration, Wang Yonglu was not just talking on paper, listening to others, he looked at it and studied it personally, and actually took it himself, what courage this is, as a ghost, if he dies again, it will be gone.

As soon as he thought of this, the image had disappeared, Fang Ling casually clicked on another piece of paper, and suddenly there was a cliff on top of the cliff, there were several guards who followed Nirvana, Wang Yonglu stood among them, Fang Ling was in the air, and he could see very clearly, there was a guard picking a five-color flower on the edge of the cliff.

After the guards picked the five-color flowers, one of the guards next to him began to introduce the origin and efficacy of the flowers, Wang Yonglu listened and made a record, and then practiced it himself, analyzing whether the five-color flowers were consistent with the rumors.

A piece of paper, recording a piece of story, the vast underworld, vast as the sea, on the earth of the Yin Si Mansion is enough to count hundreds, although each Yin Si Mansion is under the jurisdiction of the size of the place, but all kinds of spiritual "medicine" materials are tens of thousands, not to mention that many things are rare and rare, not easy to find, to investigate and record these one by one in detail, the time and energy spent is very human, and it is precisely because the people in the underworld can live for hundreds of years, so they can complete such a grand cause.

Wang Yonglu also held a token of the king of Yama in his hand, wherever this order went, it was like his personal presence, and the lords of the Yin Si Mansion of all parties must not disobey, Fang Ling saw that he was slanderous, if he could get this thing, then he could definitely go sideways in the underworld, but unfortunately, all that existed here was a memory, and the token had long been gone.

Following Wang Yonglu's footsteps, Fang Ling seemed to be there, following him to travel through various underworlds, strange mountains and dangerous seas, strange caves and ghost valleys, ores, spiritual grasses, spiritual objects, refining materials, but everything produced by the underworld, Wang Yonglu dutifully recorded it.

One day and one month, one year and ten years, time is like a white horse, passing in front of Fang Ling's eyes, until the last page is finished, Fang Ling suddenly lived for hundreds of years, infinite emotion turned into a light sigh, and consciousness returned to the ontology.

As soon as his consciousness entered the body, Fang Ling looked out of the window and found that the lantern was still hanging outside, obviously it was not the next day, he was secretly happy, but at this moment, there was a strong feeling of swelling in his head, as if his head was about to explode, the severe pain made him unbearable, and he covered his head vigorously, suppressing the ** who wanted to roar.

And in an instant, he immediately understood the cause of the headache, the knowledge hidden in Na Tianmu includes the world of the earth, the richness of the knowledge contained in it is difficult to describe even if it is recorded in thousands of books, if ordinary people come to learn, I am afraid that I will not be able to finish it after ten years of hard work, and I may not be able to remember it after reading it.

However, it only took Fang Ling one night to memorize such a large amount of knowledge, which far exceeded the original load of the brain, and naturally caused headaches.

However, no matter what method is used, it can't stop the spread of this memory, because this is a pure spiritual thing, just like Fang Ling can use thunder energy and help Luo Chen reforge his body, but he can't help Tianjing Spirit Fox repair his soul, ** There is an unbridgeable gap with the soul.

Memories spread rapidly in the mind, and the invisible knowledge was forcibly squeezed into the brain cells, and the cells were forced to absorb a large amount, resulting in the blockage of the meridian blood vessels, and when the tenacity of the blood vessels could not resist the force of the blockage, they suddenly burst open.

If it is an ordinary person, I am afraid that I will die of a sudden brain disease a long time ago, even if it is a martial arts master, I am afraid that I will not be able to bear such a trauma, even if I can survive, I am afraid that it will be crazy.

Fortunately, Fang Ling practiced the Sun Melting Moon Solution, although he couldn't suppress the intense pain, but the Sun Fusion Technique was constantly repairing the broken blood vessels, so that no matter how big the trauma was, it would not threaten his life.

Time is like a snail walking slowly, the pain is coming one by one, Fang Ling gritted his teeth and endured it strongly, there has never been a pie in the world, the greater the luck will be accompanied by the greater the disaster, if the excitement is too much, it will not be far from death.

Fang Ling spent a night reading the book of all kinds of things, and collected the hundreds of millions of spiritual materials in the underworld, so he would naturally usher in this fateful catastrophe.

I don't know how long it took, the labor pains finally showed signs of changing, a large number of cells that devoured memories had developed resistance, opening their mouths to store the things they had written down in their consciousness, and when the labor pains finally disappeared, Fang Ling leaned back against the foot of the bed, gasping for breath, as if he had walked through the edge of life and death, not to mention how uncomfortable the taste was, although the brain was not painful, but there was still a strong tingling sensation, the whole body was uncontrollable, and he couldn't lift up any strength.

It's just that he laughed happily again, just to bear this little pain in exchange for the book is really cost-effective. Of course, if there was no Sun Melting Moon Solution, I am afraid that he would have been dead on the spot.

Regaining some strength, Fang Ling sat down on the bed, took a Si Bu Dan, and when he had just finished pranayama, he heard someone walk into the courtyard.

Fang Ling put away the books, got up and opened the door, and saw that it was the middle-aged housekeeper who had sent things yesterday who walked in.

The middle-aged butler looked very humble, bowed down and said, "Childe, my lord sent me to invite you to the hall, and he is already waiting there." ”

Fang Ling smiled and nodded, whether Sun Shangling believed it or not, but he still had some extravagant hopes in his heart, after all, for him, if he really had the ability to win this game and earn face for the Sun family, then he, the head of the family, could be regarded as a salted fish turning over.

When he came to the small hall, Sun Shangling, who had been waiting all night, was also a little impatient, and asked at the split, "Has Fang Gongzi already identified the authenticity?"

Fang Ling bowed slightly, "This thing is indeed the thing I am looking for." ”

Sun Shangling said bluntly: "Since this is the case, it is your turn to show your strength." After saying that, he clapped his palms, and a small servant walked out from the side, holding a long wooden box in his hand.

The little servant held the box in front of Fang Ling, and opened it, only to see that there was an oval-shaped object inside, and there were scales growing on the surface of this thing, which looked like both fruits and strange stones.

Sun Shangling said proudly: "Can you see the origin of this thing at a glance?"

Fang Ling smiled slightly, the spiritual objects recorded by Wang Yonglu were not only verbal descriptions, each one was painted with graphics, so when he saw these at a glance, his mind naturally called up all the information about the things he saw in front of him.

He didn't hesitate at all, and said loudly: "This thing is called the water scale stone, produced in the northern Yi Mountain Prefecture, this thing is a twin, that is, a stone, and a living thing, once it is wet, it will grow scales, "exposed" out of a hundred mouths, like breathing, but also swim like a fish, and once out of the water, the scales will be tightened, even if the sky falls down, it is motionless, and after petrification, it is a great tonic "medicine", if there is a serious injury that has not healed, cut a small piece every day, after taking it can accelerate the wound healing, its effect is very good. ”。

Fang Ling talked eloquently, without a pause in the middle, Sun Shangling's eyes lit up when he heard it, and he sat up almost suddenly, although the water scale stone is not necessarily an extremely rare thing, but because it is produced in the extreme north, it is rarely known in the south, not to mention that Fang Ling is a disciple of the Moon Sect of the Qin State, so it is even farther away.

However, the young man only glanced at it, and not only recognized it, but also its origin and "medicine" could be explained clearly one by one, and for this alone, I was afraid that there would not be a few people among the younger generation in the house.