The contemplation was broken again, but fortunately, this time Ye Bufan had some experience, and he withdrew his thoughts when his emotions just began to fluctuate violently, even if it was timely, the dizziness in his head caused a burst of boredom in his chest.

I can't help Ye Bufan can't control his emotions, this cultivation method is really hard to come by, and it is really like a timely rain when it has been absent for a long time.

An even bigger surprise followed, Ye Bufan moved his mind and thought about the name of the exercise, and then all the words about the exercise appeared clearly and completely in his memory.

Ye Bufan sincerely sighed at the magic of the cultivator's written record, and after thinking about it, it is reasonable that there should indeed be such a magic.

It is not easy to keep paper books for a hundred years, but the texture of green jade can make the record of words and the inheritance of thousands of years in an orderly manner.

After reading this exercise in his memory, Ye Bufan was dumbfounded! With his shallow knowledge now, he doubted the authenticity of this exercise, and he was extremely curious in his heart, if this exercise was true, whether the monk who created this exercise wanted to find his own way, or did he want to seek death.

With Ye Bufan's stubborn character, he gave up this extraordinary exercise for the first time. Fortunately, Ye Bufan began to believe that he was somewhat lucky.

There are also two jade plaques in the storage bag!

Just like the old man said, luck comes, and you can't stop it!

Another exercise appeared in one of the jade plaques, which was peaceful and orderly. This "One Qi Transformation Qing Jue" was created by Chun Yangzi, the founder of the Qing Orthodox Church, ten thousand years ago, and after ten thousand years of orderly inheritance, it has become one of the few orthodox qi refining period in Zhongzhou Xing.

And in this "One Qi Clearing Recipe", there is even the most simple and practical method of using spirit stones.

Ye Bufan carefully read through the inheritance, exercises and methods in this jade plaque in his memory, although he was still a little unsatisfied, but he also put the jade plaque into the storage bag with satisfaction, and looked at the last jade plaque with anticipation.

The last jade plaque, the things recorded in it, made Ye Bufan feel extremely ridiculously surprised. If Liu Shancai is not his enemy, Ye Bufan thinks that he should pay tribute to him now, and thank him for his death, and he has also become a "living bodhisattva" who is kind and charitable, and saves the suffering.

In this largest jade plaque, the things recorded are very complicated. There are many ancient legends of Zhongzhou Star, the strangeness of all kinds of heavenly treasures, the small methods commonly used by monks, and the etiquette and rules when interacting with each other。。。。。。 There are all kinds of details, and there are even love affairs between men and women, which are also described in great detail.

Ye Bufan didn't know if the content in this jade plate was Liu Shancai's account, if so, Ye Bufan couldn't understand why Liu Shancai bothered to describe these things so much.

"To keep it for yourself after you die?"

"Huh。。。。。。 Ye Bufan laughed twice, and he felt that this speculation was purely teasing himself.

The things in the three jade plates have been deeply imprinted in his mind, Ye Bufan put the last jade plate into the storage bag, looked at the misty light that came through the crack in the door, and after the excitement, he could no longer resist the sleepiness of the tide, carefully put the storage bag into the inner pocket of the short coat, and habitually grabbed the short sword and climbed onto the wooden bed.

The sturdy wooden bed lay flat, the cold and hard short sword tentacles were cool, and for the first time since that night's fire, Ye Bufan quickly fell asleep.

Ye Bufan was asleep, and Qinglin Town also ushered in another ordinary morning.

Smoke rose in the Xiahe District, and there were only sparse streams of people coming in and out of a few food shops that had opened early on the streets in front of the river, and every townsman passing by the stone bridge would slow down his pace a few times, stretching his neck to look at the Liufu gate that had a "bang" sound in the morning.

In fact, it is no longer Liufu, those sounds are the plaques of the two Wuhou holding a wooden ladder on the door, the short hammer of striking iron smashed on the hardwood plaque "bang", sawdust flying, the lintel shook, the housekeeper of Liufu shrunk and stood on the side, with deep affection and sadness on his face.

It was just to see the excitement from afar, and no townspeople even stopped to watch, although it was only separated by a small river, but everyone in the lower river district knew that the other side of the river was a place where mortals could not stop.

The home that should go home to scold the baby is to scold the baby, the filial piety to the old man who should go home to honor the old man, the hurried steps to prepare for a living, and the chuckle on the face of the idle day that should go home. No matter how lively the other side of the river is, it doesn't matter to you, and it can't be as important as your own affairs.

On the third pole of the day, the plaque of Liufu has long been dismantled, and the vast majority of the townspeople in Xiahe District did not see the lively movement of Liufu in the morning, Ye Bufan went out against the sun, and naturally missed the lively movement in the morning.

A dreamless sleep made Ye Bufan sit on the bed and be stunned for a long time after waking up, until there was a "gurgling" sound in his stomach. The hungry stomach and the empty porcelain bowl on the table made Ye Bufan forget that he didn't have a nightmare last night.

The purple gold in the storage bag is too valuable, and the shopkeeper of a small carbon shop will inevitably cause a sensation on Heqian Street. Ye Bufan picked up the two ingots of horseshoe silver that he didn't put into the storage bag last night, thought about it and felt that it was not enough, so he opened the cover and picked open the thin board covered with shallow holes on the wooden bed.

Ye Bufan took out all the silver in the dark grid, thought about it, put the short sword into the dark grid and covered the thin board, in line with the idea of leaving a way back, Ye Bufan decided not to put all the belongings into the storage bag.

After looking at the unnoticeable abnormalities in the hut, Ye Bufan got out of the hut, and after entering the small courtyard, he scooped up a handful of cold water from the well and wiped his face, passed through the side door and entered the carbon shop in front, looking at the carbon pile piled in the corner had fallen a layer of dust, Ye Bufan pursed the corners of his mouth, and touched the storage bag in his inner pocket through the short coat.

Lao Zhangtou's food shop was on the west side of the stone bridge, and Ye Bufan avoided the pedestrians on the street, hurriedly stepping on the bluestone road. As he gradually approached the stone bridge, Ye Bufan glanced at the other side of the stone bridge with some weakness.

The stunned expression flashed on Ye Bufan's face, and there was a silent burst of laughter in his heart, and Ye Bufan's footsteps crossed the stone bridge easily.

The older the old man is, the more kind he looks. is like his name - Zhang Laoshi, but no matter how honest a person is, as a trader, he will also calculate some "needles and threads" in trading. Early in the morning, seeing Ye Bufan walk into his own food shop, Zhang honestly turned over the steaming rich cakes in the basket.

Zhang Laoshi only knew that this foreigner bought the lame carbon shop on the street, as for whether the business was good or not, just that location, he didn't need to look at it to know if it was good.

What is the name of this foreigner, Zhang Laoshi is not interested in knowing, he only knows that this foreigner never picks and chooses when he buys his own rich cakes, what he takes, and he has few words.

Recently, this stranger bought bread and simply didn't speak, but just handed over the silver and put it up for himself.

Seeing the stranger hand over ten taels of silver, Zhang was honestly surprised, wondering if this stranger was going to go out to buy so many cakes, not only smiled secretly in his heart, but also crawled with a smile in the wrinkles on his face.

One by one, there were rich cakes in the large Shao bamboo leaves, and only Zhang honestly knew that the rich cakes in the basket were divided into two kinds. Only he could tell the difference, and now each sheet was filled with less precious wild honey and mixed with cheap frosting sugar.

Where did Ye Bufan eat today's rich cake is not added less wild honey than usual, he just fills his stomach.

Ye Bufan returned to the hut with a large bag of rich cakes, gobbled up his stomach, smoothed his breath, rubbed his face, sat solemnly on the wooden bed, closed his eyes slightly, and began to ponder the two exercises word by word in his mind.

Today you have to make a choice between the two exercises.

Logically speaking, there is no need to choose.

In a piece of exercise, it is peaceful, there is the origin of the teacher, and there is a continuation of 10,000 years.

The other article has no teacher, no inheritance, and even the authenticity is doubtful.

But Ye Bufan was in a dilemma after some meditation.

It is difficult for Ye Bufan to enter a certain cultivation family or sect, so he will not be taught and ordered by monks, according to this reason, he should choose the exercises that are inherited in an orderly manner. But Ye Bufan thought of the identity of the enemy, one was the head of the family, and the other was the elder of the sect.

He is already in his thirties, calculated by the longevity of mortals, the loess has been buried over his waist, with his current cultivation, he wants to get revenge, how stoic he is, and he does not dare to think carefully about the difficulties.

There is no smooth road to cultivation, and there is no shortcut to the road. But in the Poor Universe, looking at all the Eight Desolations, there will always be many unusual existences.

Ye Bufan never wanted to miss the unusual of getting stronger as soon as possible.

The recipe of seven deaths and seven lives is such an existence.

The Gathering Soul Period only pushed open the door to cultivation, and the Qi Refining Period was when the monks began to take steps and stepped out of the endless avenue, the first path that belonged to them.

If you want to go fast and go far, you need unremitting spirit, a strong body, and a long qi.

Refining gods, refining bodies, refining qi.

If a mortal wants to be strong, he must remember the year when he exercises.

Monks in the Qi refining period, if they want to complete their spirits, bodies, and qi, they will touch the foundation building, and in the process of gradual progress, the assets of the Heavenly Vertical should also be remembered for several years.

Ye Bufan first saw the Seven Deaths and Seven Lives Formula, which was like a unique way to find death, so Ye Bufan quickly gave up this exercise. Now that I read it carefully, although there is no source for the exercise, the last sentence shows that this exercise is not a whimsical idea made up by some mad monk.

"I, the moon will be created!"

Ye Bufan didn't know why, and decided that the monk who created this exercise was not talking nonsense.

It took a few months to make a difference.

Ye Bufan ignored death and heard his own thumping heartbeat.