When Fang Yuan came out of the small green wood formation with a large pile of loquat and cherries in both hands, the mobile phone suddenly rang.

"I'll go, how can I pick it up."

Fang Yuan looked around, found a clean place, and put down the fruit in his hand.

"An Yi?"

Seeing the caller ID, Fang Yuan blinked his eyes twice, and there was a strange feeling in his eyes.

This week, he is either cultivating in pain every day, swimming in the endless ocean of knowledge, or concentrating on cultivation, in addition, all love and hatred, family hatred and country hatred have all been forgotten, and when he saw the name An Yi at this moment, he was shocked that his heart did not have a trace of strange feelings.

No happiness, no joy, no expectation, and no liking.

Fang Yuan was a little scared.

But then I realized that this must be the effect of the Jizo Bodhi Sutra.

The cultivation of the Jizo Bodhi Sutra brought terrifying pain, exercised his mind, tempered his Dao heart, and although it provided the most direct help for him to open up his divine consciousness, it also made his mind appear a trace of 'out of the dust'.

Someone once said that when you have had enough of all the hardships in the world, you will no longer be naïve about wanting to be with anyone.

Fang Yuan felt that this sentence was particularly good on himself.

"Hey."

Fang Yuan connected the phone.

"Fang Yuan? Is it really you? Finally got through! An Yi's cold face finally showed a hint of relief, she had been calling Fang Yuan since just now, but she couldn't get through, seeing that her master's pulse was getting worse and worse, it was difficult for her heart to remain at peace.

"Is there something wrong with me?" Fang Yuan asked strangely, remembering that An Yi had successfully obtained a Yuan Stone last time.

Recalling the past, Fang Yuan had the illusion of being in a different world.

"Well, I—I'd like to ask you something." An Yi's voice was still cold, but there was an indescribable throbbing, as if she was afraid that Fang Yuan would say the word 'no'.

"What's the matter?"

An Yi asked, "About Yuanshi, do you ...... Is there a way to extract the vitality of the Yuanshi? ”

Fang Yuan was stunned for a moment, and immediately reacted, the Yuan Qi in the Yuan Stone was difficult to extract, at least for mortals.

In the great world of cultivating immortals 700 million light years away, I don't know how many immortal sects occupy some planets rich in yuan stone veins, who will dig these yuan stone veins?

If you let the monks of your sect dig it, isn't it putting the cart before the horse?

If you hire loose cultivators to dig, it is tantamount to beating a dog with meat buns.

So, yes, they just let mortals dig the Yuan Stone for them, because mortals can't extract the Yuan Qi in the Yuan Stone, so for mortals, the value of the Yuan Stone is not as good as those metal ores, and naturally they will not be greedy for ink.

So Fang Yuan said: "The Yuan Qi in the Yuan Stone is extremely difficult for mortals to extract. ”

An Yi sighed: "Mortal ......"

Yes, only land immortals who have entered the innate can extract vitality with their divine sense, how can mortals extract it?

"What do you want to do?" Fang Yuan suddenly glanced back at the fruit that was placed aside, there was a slight vitality in it.

"Save people." An Yi's voice was indescribably tired, "Sorry to bother you." ”

Fang Yuan remembered that he had at least liked her before, and felt that it was better not to be too ruthless, lest he regret it in the future.

"But ......"

"But what?" An Yi was about to hang up the phone, but when she heard Fang Yuan's words, her whole heart was about to jump.

Fang Yuan smiled: "I have some fruit here. ”

"Fruit?" An Yi's cold face showed a rare trace of doubt.

"Maybe it can help you." Fang Yuan said.

"Help me? But......" An Yi's eyes lit up, "you mean, there is ...... in these fruits There was ......"

"Well, that's a secret." Fang Yuan Road.

"I, Fang Yuan, thank you, I will definitely keep it a secret for you! You, where are you, I'll go to you, I'm sorry, my master can't hold out for long, I, I have to get it as soon as possible. An Yi's heart was beating up and down, and she was a little overwhelmed.

Expectation is followed by despair, and there is still hope at the end of despair, how can this not make An Yi flustered?

"I'm in my hometown, Zhou Town." Fang Yuan said, "You're in Anjia Village, right?" ”

"Well, I'll come to you right away!"

"Alright, I'll be waiting for you at the station."

"Thank you, thank you."

Hanging up the phone, Fang Yuan sighed, picked up the fruit on the ground again, and then walked back.

Half an hour later, Fang Yuan smoothly looked at An Yi at the station, with a tired face.

"You're alright." Fang Yuan handed her a small bag of fruit.

He divided the fruit into three parts in his hometown, one for his parents, one for An Yi, and the other for Xia Shiyun.

Because my mother loves cherries, only loquat is the two copies given to An Yi and Xia Shiyun.

An Yi's beautiful and beautiful face finally showed a smile when she saw these loquats: "Fang Yuan, thank you." ”

"It's okay, I hope it can help you." Fang Yuan said casually.

Seeing An Yi's beautiful and delicate face again, as well as those slender and agile long legs, the once beautiful memories uncontrollably surged back into his heart again, Fang Yuan's heart lake moved slightly, ripples one by one, slowly spreading, but in the next moment, he was ruthlessly suppressed by the divine sense!

Pink Skull!

No matter how beautiful a girl is, no matter how perfect her body is, a hundred years later, she will be just a handful of loess and a skeleton.

Fang Yuan closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he was already clear and transparent, with only a trace of persistence in pursuing the Great Dao!

An Yi seemed to notice the change in Fang Yuan, but it didn't seem to be, after taking this small bag of fruit, she hesitated slightly, but still said: "Fang Yuan, I, I ......"

Fang Yuan smiled: "Everything is fate, don't force it." ”

An Yi paused, a look of surprise appeared on her cold face, and she disappeared in a flash: "Then I'll go first." Thank you! ”

Fang Yuan smiled and didn't speak.

Looking at Qingxiu's back slowly walking away, Fang Yuan thought that if it was his previous self, he might have to jump up and slap himself, such a good hookup opportunity was missed like this, it was like a pig cage!

But at this moment, Fang Yuan, after more than half a month of cultivating immortals, was really mature.