Moshan Town, a remote town located in the middle of the Bingyao Pond, according to Rong Fanchen's inquiry, this Moshan Town is not big, but there are hundreds of families living in it, and it is very lively.

Rong Fanchen entered Moshan Town and found an inn to live in first, at present, he is not familiar with the terrain of Nan Lone, and South Lone is the connection point of the hundred domains.

To put it bluntly, people from all sides of the Hundred Domains will appear in Nanlin, which is equivalent to middlemen, and people from all regions who come from afar every year will be intercepted and blackmailed by Nanlin.

Therefore, every year in every region of Nanlun, there will be a shocking war, and the war is endless, with countless casualties, all for the sake of competing for that little bit of resources.

Rong Fanchen spent half a day going around and around and finally came to the inn, but this inn was quite remote, and he was tired of finding it by listening to the side.

Rong Fanchen was tired for a day, and naturally wanted to have a good rest.

"Shopkeeper, bring me a Bazhen chicken, remember to be fully cooked!" Rong Fanchen waved his hand.

At this time, an old man dressed in rags walked out, his gray hair was gray, his clothes were shabby with patches patched, and his face had experienced the years of stagnation, leaving traces one after another.

"Guest officer, the shop doesn't have the Bazhen chicken you said. The old man bowed respectfully and shook his head.

Rong Fanchen frowned, but when he raised his head and looked at the appearance of the inns around him, the inns were dilapidated, the conditions were very bad, and the old man's appearance made Rong Fanchen's nose slightly sour.

"Grandpa, just give me a few copies of what you have. Rong Fanchen said with a smile.

"Ah, good guest officer. The old man stooped and nodded, and then staggered into the kitchen, and got himself busy.

It didn't take long for the old man to come up with a bowl of steaming noodles and a few steamed buns.

Rong Fanchen saw that the old man was both a cook and a shopkeeper, and the conditions of this inn may be too poor, and the old man could not afford to hire a chef and servant, so he could only let himself be a full-time worker.

"Thank you, old man. Rong Fanchen thanked the old man, immediately picked up a bowl of noodles, took the steamed bun and devoured it, these days are tired of running around, eating the spirit fruit every day, and I haven't eaten at home for a long time.

"Slow down, slow boy, I still have it. Seeing Rong Fanchen's gobbling up, the old man hurriedly patted Rong Fanchen's back and said with concern.

"Ahem, I'm fine, grandpa, I still want a bowl of noodles!" Rong Fanchen immediately finished eating the noodles and ate a few steamed buns, still looking dissatisfied.

"Hehe, okay, grandpa will bring it to you. The old man smiled, walked into the kitchen happily, and made noodles for Rong Fanchen.

Rong Fanchen looked at the old man who was busy in the kitchen, and couldn't help but think of the life in Donghuang County, how carefree he was at that time, he was a child, but now he has walked out of Donghuang, but he is like this.

"Come on, come on, here comes the noodles. The old man walked out with a steaming bowl of freshly made noodles and a smile.

"Eat it, kid, it's freezing this day, don't hurt yourself. The old man said with a smile.

"Hmm. Rong Fanchen picked up the noodles and ate them.

"By the way, old man, since this Qingshan Town is stationed at the foot of the Bingyao Pond, why haven't there been any cultivators?" Rong Fanchen asked as he ate his noodles.

When the old man heard this, he sighed and said slowly: "Natural disasters occur in our place all the year round, and the immortals who came to our town have all died mysteriously, and their deaths are extremely miserable, either beheaded, or dead without a place to be buried!"

"Oh, even if the people of Bing Yao Pond come down, will they die?" Rong Fanchen asked in surprise.

"Yes, those immortals on the mountain have come down, but they all died mysteriously, and no one knows what happened. The old man said.

Rong Fanchen thought about it, but he always felt that something was wrong, where did the people of Bing Yao Chi go if they didn't go to the mountainside, and where were they found?

Or is there another road on Yaochi Mountain, but why don't they dare to go to Moshan Town?

Rong Fanchen was puzzled, if he really said that a cultivator from Moshan Town would die a cultivator, wouldn't he be in a dangerous situation?!

"Grandpa, it's time to close the stall. A little girl dressed in a shabby red dress came out of the room, her red dress was tattered and with some patches, her face was flushed, and she was holding half an apple in her hand.

"Oh, Ogasa! Come and help Grandpa clean up his things, and the stall will be closed immediately. When the old man saw that Rong Fanchen had finished collecting, he hurriedly cleaned up the table, and when he saw Rong Fanchen's luxurious clothes, he wiped them even harder, for fear of getting dirty.

"Grandpa, I'll help you. Rong Fanchen stretched out his hand, took the rag, and began to wipe every table in the inn seriously.

"Alas, no, no, you are here to stay, child, so you don't have to work so hard. The old man was startled when he saw Rong Fanchen suddenly like this, and hurriedly said.

"Here, this is fifty taels of silver, and I will come often in the future. Rong Fanchen handed the old man fifty taels of silver, and then continued to work.

"How can this work! This meal doesn't cost so much money, and it's not easy for you to earn money, child, so let's take it back." The old man excused himself.

"Grandpa, I'm so hungry. The little girl came to the old man's side, pulled the corner of the old man's clothes, and whispered.

"Ogasa, I'll buy you meat tomorrow when grandpa waits, ah, obedient. The old man said.

"I don't want my grandfather to be bullied, I want to have meat to eat every day!" The little girl took the old man's hand, shed a few tears in her despondent little eyes, and sobbed in a low voice.

"Don't cry, don't cry, Grandpa won't let you be bullied again, ah obedient. The old man took the little girl in his arms and comforted her in a gentle tone.

Looking at the embarrassment of the old and the young, as well as the many patches on their clothes, after hearing their words again, Rong Fanchen's nose couldn't help but sour, the two of them were already very pitiful, the clothes they wore were all mended, and they were bullied every day, such a scene hurt Rong Fanchen's heart.

"Little sister, don't cry, tell my brother who bullied Ye Laiye every day. Rong Fanchen squatted down and smiled at the little girl in the old man's arms.

"Those bad people, they come every day to eat white food without paying, and they also break the things in the store! Bully grandpa every day!" the little girl blushed and cried in a low voice.

"Ogasa don't say it. The old man didn't want Rong Fanchen to know about it.

"Little sister, tell the big brother, what do those bad guys look like?" Rong Fanchen lowered his head and smiled at the little girl.

"Those bad guys are all armed with big knives and big swords, and they rob grandpa every time they come, and they hurt grandpa every time. The little girl cried.

"Ogasa, don't say it, grandpa is fine. The old man waved his hand, trying to signal the little girl to stop talking.

"Don't get in the way, grandpa, I want to stay here for a few more days, so your business, I want to help, I went out this time to experience, since grandpa is in trouble, I can't stand idly by." Rong Fanchen said with a smile.

"Kid, I don't want you to get involved in this too, they can't afford to mess with it. The old man whispered dissuasion.

Rong Fanchen smiled and said to the little girl: "Ogasa, can you let the big brother meet those big bad guys tomorrow, okay?"

"Good!" the little girl whispered, touching the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"Kid, there are a lot of them, if you can't beat them, don't add more casualties, I still have some money, enough for them to take." The old man was still not at ease, so he took Rong Fanchen's hand and said.

"Why is it that in this world, good people are always bullied, and bad people live a long life. The little girl said aggrievedly.

The old man didn't know how to respond to the little girl, he looked at Rong Fanchen, not wanting the latter to take the risk for him.

"Don't worry, grandpa, I'll stay here for a while, and when I'm done with what I'm done, I'll leave. Rong Fanchen said.

In the end, the old man had no choice but to compromise and agreed to Rong Fanchen's request, and the little girl heard it, jumped up happily and smiled very happily.

"Big brother, when are you going to teach those bad guys a lesson?" asked the little girl, blinking her eyes wide and ceasing to cry.

"Ogasa, when those bad people come to trouble grandpa again tomorrow, the big brother will teach them a lesson, so that they don't dare to come to grandpa again, okay?" Rong Fanchen touched the little girl's head and said with a smile.

"Okay! Big brother must teach those bad people a lesson tomorrow, those bad people bully grandpa every day, we are almost out of food, grandpa has not eaten today. The little girl said.

Rong Fanchen's heart trembled, he looked at the old man who continued to wipe the table, and then smiled at the little girl: "Why don't you go with me to cook a meal for the old man." ”

"Yes, yes. The little girl smiled happily.

The two entered the kitchen and worked hard for a long time, and finally Rong Fanchen fried a few side dishes for the old man, and there were only a few steamed buns left, which were still cold, Rong Fanchen mobilized the flame Dao Qi and warmed the steamed buns slightly.

"Ogasa, how can you let a guest cook?" the old man scolded the little girl.

Rong Fanchen smiled and said, "Don't get in the way, I haven't cooked for a long time, I'll practice today, how about you taste it, grandpa?"

After the little girl's constant pleading, the old man still began to eat, and seemed to be very hungry, and indeed he had not eaten for a day.

"Grandpa, you eat first, I'll go to rest. Rong Fanchen said.

"Big brother see you tomorrow!" Ogasa waved at Rong Fanchen and smiled excitedly.

Rong Fanchen saw that Ogasa's eyes were bent into a crescent moon, and his heart was also warm, in this world, there may really be someone like Grandpa Ogasa, who is not greedy for glory and wealth, just wants to have a meal to eat, such a wish is very simple, but it is difficult to complete.

In this world where the strong are respected, there may really be people who are a head higher than the strong to get new rule, and the weak can only be trampled under the feet of the strong.

Rong Fanchen returned to the room, sat cross-legged on the bed, and the second Heavenly Book came to mind, the cultivation method of the Heavenly Fire Spirit Transformation.

I have been in the Yao Pond for a long time in the past few days, and I have not had the opportunity to cultivate this Heavenly Fire Spirit Transformation, but today I finally have time, and I must study the mysteries of the Heavenly Book carefully.

After all, even the secret method that even the peak supreme and other figures were blushing at, and today he got two of them, and if this news spreads, I am afraid that it will shake the hundred domains and attract countless monks to attack and kill.

In the middle of the night, the old man and Ogasa were asleep, and Rong Fanchen was relieved to cultivate this heavenly fire spirit mystic transformation.

The law was decided, and obscure ancient secrets filled Rong Fanchen's mind, and at this time, another heavenly book in his body, the Strange Sutra Divine Spirit Refining also underwent a mutation.

The two are together, emitting a strange resonance, this resonance is not a resonance in martial arts, but more like an inexplicable qi resonance.

Rong Fanchen really couldn't guess what this resonance was, so he simply buried himself in penance, and this heavenly fire spirit transformation lies in understanding the movement of the fire veins and the operation of the spiritual veins in various parts of the body's meridians.

Rong Fanchen felt that the more the fire spirit Xuan changed to the back layer this day, an extremely irritable arrogance in his body spontaneously appeared, standing in Rong Fanchen's sea of consciousness.

After a while, Rong Fanchen was already sitting on the bed sweating profusely, his clothes were soaked with sweat, and above his head, an invisible but visible light cluster floated quietly.

This is the power of the fire spirit, the strange energy substance realized by Rong Fanchen, this energy substance can make people's strength increase dramatically, but it is difficult to control, and it requires an extremely powerful martial arts method to control it.

At this time, the mantra of the Heavenly Fire Spirit Mysterious Transformation took effect, that is, after Rong Fanchen cultivated the Heavenly Fire Spirit Mysterious Transformation, he derived the power of this fire spirit.

This power of the fire spirit, Rong Fanchen had never seen before, but it was like being cut from some powerful energy substance, there was a strange power of heaven and earth, no wonder it could increase the Dao qi of cultivators.

"Whew!"

It was almost dawn, Rong Fanchen opened his eyes after a night of cultivation, and found that he had cultivated unconsciously and didn't even need to sleep.

Even Rong Fanchen himself didn't know when he reached the days when he didn't need to sleep and lived every day by entering meditation, it was possible that he was about to approach a higher level of cultivation realm, and sleeping, it was just that he didn't need to.

"Huh!"

A dark shadow quickly swept over the windowsill and burst into the room.

"Who?!"

Rong Fanchen felt a powerful aura rush into his room, and reacted quickly, picking up the Chixiao Sword to defend against him.

At this time, there was a black-clothed masked man standing in front of Rong Fanchen, holding a black sword, Dao Qi exploded, and the tricky Dao Qi was condensed on the black sword, the speed was like electricity, and it quickly stabbed towards Rong Fanchen's lower abdomen.

(To be continued)