Lin Fan stayed in the iron gourd until the evening, and then he reluctantly left, he had just swallowed another small yellow pill, and after cultivating for a while according to the operation method of the condensing qi scroll, he felt that his body was a lot stronger again. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Hurriedly returning to his residence, his speed had increased a lot due to the transformation of his body by the aura, and this time it took less than two incense sticks, which was more than half of the time compared to before.

On the second day, the autumn breeze was blowing, Lin Fan opened the door, and there was a chill in his face, he was wrapped in a big robe and shivered, and vowed to condense his qi and rise into the outer door as soon as possible to get rid of this poor miscellaneous servant.

In the dining room, nearly 100 cauldrons are boiling spiritual rice and dishes, and dozens of handymen are shuttling among them, busy and busy.

Lin Fan smelled the aroma of the spiritual rice, and couldn't help but miss the month of living in Muling Village, and these spiritual rice that would be eaten by the outer disciples, among them were planted in Muling Village.

Erniu was troubled by Senior Brother Zhou because of his strong body, and he was in charge of three large vegetable pots, and he had already arrived at this time, rolling up his sleeves, holding a large wooden shovel in his hand, and wielding a tiger and a tiger.

While working, he complained: "Nainai, Master Niu will farm for you and cook for you, so I don't need to help you out! When the day of visiting relatives comes, I will run down the mountain to become a rich man, and I will never come back to do this errand......"

Lin Fan smiled on the side: "Erniu, the dishes are all fried!"

Then there was a wail, which resounded throughout the dining room.

On the other side, several handymen came together with strange expressions and whispered something, Lin Fan's body was transformed by aura, and his ear power was far greater than before, and he could easily hear their conversation.

A short thin man said indignantly: "Brother Huang, the one surnamed Zhou came to ask for Dan again yesterday, and this time he didn't even give the spirit stone!"

Hearing this, a horse-faced young man said coldly: "Our brother has been here for several years, if it weren't for the squeezing of the surname Zhou, he would have entered the condensation qi a long time ago, although the spirit stone is good, but without the condensation qi, he will not be able to absorb the spiritual energy in the spirit stone! ”

"Yes, in fact, everyone who is oppressed by him has been unable to condense after going up the mountain for five years, and when he is driven down the mountain, he will secretly follow him and scavenge the spirit stone back!

"Hmph, let's not talk about anything else, that bottle of Xiao Huang Dan is worth five spirit stones! He gives a piece to make it clear that it is exploitation! What's more, he has already condensed, the reason why he didn't go to the outer gate is that he can't bear the fat water of the miscellaneous servants, in my opinion, let's go to Deacon Tian to complain, right?"

"Dreaming, do you think Deacon Tian is innocent? Without his acquiescence, those deeds surnamed Zhou would have been exposed a long time ago, since ancient times, officials have protected each other, I have not been a master before I went up the mountain, and I know the Tao very well!"

Lin Fan listened quietly, kept thinking in his heart, and soon had an idea, and when this thought was born, he couldn't help it anymore, and walked directly to those people.

When those people saw Lin Fan coming, they immediately silenced and pretended to work.

Lin Fan walked to Brother Huang's side, and from the conversation just now, he could hear that these people were headed by him.

Brother Huang has thick eyebrows and big eyes, full of fat and meat, he really looks like a cook, he saw Lin Fan actually standing in front of him, and immediately turned his head in confusion.

Lin Fan smiled and whispered a few words in his ear.

Brother Huang's eyes immediately widened, staring at Lin Fan in disbelief, and asked angrily, "Is this true?"

"It's not suitable here, you go to the back mountain with me. Lin Fan said lightly, turned around and left.

Brother Huang looked at a few friends, and although his face was full of suspicion, he still followed.

Half a quarter of an hour later.

Lin Fan walked back to the dining room and began to clean up the work that had been piled up in the past two days, he collected a pile of broken bowls and pots, secretly put them into storage bags, and then walked towards the ruined spirit building with a relaxed step.

Brother Huang also walked back, and at this time he was trembling, and his face was full of unconcealable excitement, as if he had picked up a treasure.

Brother Huang returned to the cauldron, but he didn't say much to others, just absentmindedly stir-frying, his eyes turned to his waist from time to time, and there was obviously something hidden in the bulging clothes.

Lin Fan was in a good mood because he had already negotiated cooperation with Brother Huang.

According to Brother Huang, it has been four years since their group went up the mountain, and if they can't condense their qi again, they will have to go down the mountain after a year.

And the key to their inability to condense is Xiao Huang Dan.

In the past few years, because every time the hair pill would be replaced by Zhou Hongqiang, they had hardly taken Xiaohuang Dan, and they could only rely on the breath to slowly absorb the aura, and the cultivation speed was naturally very slow.

Just now, Lin Fan said that he had acquaintances in the Danlou and could provide Xiao Huang Dan infinitely, provided that he needed spirit stones.

Although Brother Huang's group did not have pills, they had saved a lot of spirit stones in the past few years, each of them had dozens of yuan, and they had also thought about replacing them in the Danlou, but the Danlou only provided small yellow pills for the interior of the sect, and private individuals could not buy them at all if they had no channels.

After Lin Fan took out two bottles of Xiao Huang Dan, Brother Huang was immediately convinced, took out ten spirit stones from the cloth bag he carried with him to buy, and said that he could contact his friends to buy them together.

Lin Fan made a request, he only traded with Brother Huang alone, and as for the others, he could trade with himself through Brother Huang.

Brother Huang has rich experience, so he naturally understands the stakes and the stakes, and he knows that in this way, he is still profitable, so he happily agreed.

As for the risks, Lin Fan also considered it, but he didn't think much about it, cultivating immortals was already full of dangers, and if he wanted to gain benefits, it was impossible not to take risks.

Moreover, he has already shown that he has acquaintances in Danlou, and even revealed the identity of Senior Sister Qingyu, so Brother Huang should not be unacquainted.

Lin Fan stood among the peaks, his clothes were blown whirring, and he looked at the South Peak faintly exposed in the mist, his expression was firm.

"Senior Sister Qingyu, when I enter the outer gate, I will definitely repay your great kindness. ”

......

Time flies, and two months have passed in a blink of an eye.

During this time, several major events happened in the Immortal Sect.

First, in the assessment of ascending to the inner gate, several genius disciples from each peak of the outer gate were injured to various degrees, among which the Qingyu Fairy of the South Peak was the most seriously injured, and it was a soul injury that was extremely difficult to heal.

The second is that the newly acquired disciple of the sect master is extremely talented, and he has risen to the first level of condensation in two months, and his cultivation speed is unmatched in the door, and it is rumored that the disciple is a girl who is charming.

There is another thing, that is, suddenly several disciples in the miscellaneous service department successfully condensed their qi, ascended to the outer gate, and became official disciples, and those disciples also beat the senior brother in charge of the dining room......

Miscellaneous Peak, Waste Spirit Building.

In the past two months, Lin Fan has lived a life of three o'clock and one line, running to the dining room in the morning to collect the rags, and trading with Brother Huang, and then rushing to the Waste Spirit Building, hiding in the iron gourd to brush the Dan.

Brush the pill in the morning, swallow the pill in the afternoon to practice, and return to the residence in the evening.

Cycle......

At this time, it was already early in the morning, and Lin Fan's cultivation had reached a critical point, so he simply didn't return to his residence.

After two months of cultivation, he finally turned the spiritual energy in his body into spiritual liquid, which slowly moved, nourishing his limbs and hundreds of remains.

After a stick of incense, the spiritual liquid has not dissipated, and it is still running slowly in the body.

At the same time, the aura outside the body gradually gathered, penetrated into the body through the pores, and those aura entered the body, and soon merged into the spiritual fluid and continued to operate......

Lin Fan didn't find that most of those spiritual qi were actually transmitted into the gourd from the tattered mountain.

Those tattered and wasted spirits are all releasing aura at this moment, although they are very weak, but they are better than the huge number, and when they are gathered together, it is also extremely amazing!

Outside the ruined spirit building, I don't know when, the morning sun was covered by the mist, and the aura in the air rushed into the building together.

Faintly, there was a vortex of spiritual energy, like a vision of heaven and earth.

In the central area of the Miscellaneous Servant Peak, an old man opened the door and looked in the direction of the Abandoned Spirit Building.

He muttered: "There are people who have succeeded in condensing qi, what happened in the past two months, plus this, there are four people condensing qi, when is it so easy to condense qi? And who will run to the waste spirit building to condense qi, where the spiritual qi is the worst......"

At this time, Zhou Hong panted and ran from a distance, with two bruises on his face, he looked at the old man and shouted loudly: "Uncle, have you seen it, someone is condensing again, these puppets are going to rebel!"

The old man snorted coldly, Zhou Hong trembled, and he said coldly: "I said, you are not allowed to call my uncle in the sect, why, you are afraid of being beaten again, so you ran to me to hide?"

Zhou Hong lowered his head, his face was blue and white, and he said with a crying voice: "Uncle......"

"Huh?"

"No, no, Deacon Tian, you want to help the disciple, you also know that the disciple's talent is originally poor, and even the condensation qi depends on your help, and he doesn't know anything about spells!"

Deacon Tian's eyes darkened, and he looked at Zhou Hong with a disappointed face.

In the end, he sighed and said lightly: "Okay, you leave the miscellaneous office, staying here is also waiting to die, it just so happens that the young master of the North Peak is short of a steward, I will help you introduce it." ”

"This, but ......"

Deacon Tian's eyes widened, and he said unhappily: "You still don't want to? Don't think that I don't know, you rely on your condensation to complain about the scourge of the disciples of the miscellaneous service department, this will happen sooner or later, and besides, do you think that the young master of Yin is so easy to enter? You haven't done the things that you have explained to you, so I can't help you!"

"Whoever let Lin Fan's kid have a relationship with Nanfeng, the disciple can't be sure!"

"Alas, they all have a lot of backgrounds, we can only be careful, but when you go to the North Peak, you can explain this matter to the young master of Yin, he has condensed five layers of qi, and it is comparable to that Wen Qingyu, so transfer the matter to the original owner......"

......

In the Waste Spirit Building, Lin Fan opened his eyes violently, but a picture of his body appeared in front of him.

He understood that this should be the legendary inner vision.

He first observed the position of the heart, the heart of the Bodhi tree was as green as jade, full of life, and the blood in it was surging red, which was providing power to his body.

Lin Fan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, judging from the situation in front of him, the heart of the Bodhi Tree had been nourished by the spiritual liquid, and its vitality had returned to its original state, and if he had not guessed wrong, his lifespan would be extended to one year again.

Moreover, with the cultivation in the future, the spiritual fluid in the body will become deeper and deeper, enough to maintain the vitality of the tree heart, and one's own life will be able to be maintained.

Thinking of this, Lin Fan was in a good mood, and the depressed mood that had been suppressed for half a year was finally relieved, and the whole person was extremely relaxed.

He continued to look towards the dantian and found that the dantian was filled with spiritual liquid, and in the central position, the spiritual liquid was the most concentrated, and even produced mist.

At this moment, a fragment of memory flooded into my brain.

He saw a pair of moist eyes, and the owner of them was a woman with a vicissitudes of countenance, and the woman was looking at him and weeping silently.

"The Immortal Dao is ruthless, if you want to blame it, you can only blame you for giving birth to a sinister seed!" a purple-robed middle-aged man said coldly, and then a purple light emerged from him and surged over.

"Don't! if you want to kill, kill your concubines!" the woman cried out miserably.

Lin Fan's consciousness trembled, and then the picture blurred, and disappeared in an instant.

......

"Who is that person?" Lin Fan came to his senses, his eyes were distracted, and he sat there for a long time.

Suddenly, he clutched his heart and his face distorted, as if in severe pain.

This was the first time he felt distressed after changing to the heart of the Bodhi tree.

The heart of the tree radiated a slow life, and the pain gradually disappeared.

Lin Fan didn't think much about it anymore, since he had this picture as soon as he entered the condensing qi, with his cultivation, he would definitely be able to get more pictures, and he would naturally understand when the time came.

He looked down and found twenty or thirty fallen white jade vials, smacking his tongue secretly.

Today's one-day cultivation, he swallowed nearly thirty bottles of Xiao Huang Dan, but fortunately, the qi condensation was successful, and he did not explode and die.

It's strange to say, according to Senior Brother Fa Dan, monks who have a sense of qi can bear up to three Xiao Huang Dan a day before condensing qi, and even when they condense qi, they can only bear the medicinal power of one bottle of Xiao Huang Dan at most.

But he is different from others, these days, he has to swallow a whole bottle every day, otherwise the aura is far from enough, and the cultivation has to end early.

Today, Ning Qi swallowed nearly thirty bottles, and it is estimated that no one will believe it.

In fact, he didn't know that even if others dared to swallow thirty bottles of pills in one bite, they had to have the financial resources, and the miscellaneous disciples could only send a bottle of Xiaohuang Dan a month, and they all took it as a treasure, who would dare to eat it blindly?

Lin Fan has been trading without capital for two months, and now looking at the entire miscellaneous office, except for Deacon Tian, I am afraid that no one is richer than him.

Lin Fan got out of the iron gourd, patted the soil on his body, exhaled a mouthful of turbidity, looked at his body, and found that there were many black oil stains on the surface of his skin, and understood that this was caused by the miscellaneous poisons in his body being discharged by the aura.

He lowered his head and sniffed, and suddenly felt a pungent nose, so he hurriedly left the ruined spirit building, ready to go to the stream to wash off.