Chapter Twenty-Seven: Pinghu

The dialect followed the feeling all the way, observing the situation in the town.

Not only did I see many monks, but I even found many scholars who traveled to study, and what was even more strange was that some scholars and monks also started a business, and the items they wanted to trade were just a grass plant or a delicate stone.

In more than one case, Fang Yan Lu encountered a stall set up by a monk and found that one of the stones contained a thin dragon qi. Unlike the True Dragon Qi that was captured by killing the Black Snake before, this kind of thin Dragon Qi does not have special abilities, and is obviously a diluted or escaped Dragon Qi.

For example, the true dragon qi is like a spiritual grass with special effects, and the dragon qi on this stone is like the spiritual energy that escapes from the spiritual grass.

Fang Yan stopped, his face was pale, he almost fainted, he endured the discomfort, slowly squatted down, picked up the stone and looked at it, and sure enough, it was the same as she had guessed.

"What? Want to change this fast stone? ”

The monk looked at the dialect and picked up the stone and looked at it, and couldn't help asking.

"Huh?"

The dialect obviously didn't understand what the monk meant, so what else could not be said here?

"The basilisk?" The monk asked with a smile.

Fang Yan didn't know how to answer, and he wondered if the other party was going to subdue demons and eliminate demons, so he was secretly on guard.

"Don't be nervous, it's just a snake demon who has just been transformed, and I haven't seen you do evil, so I won't easily kill you, besides, there are rules that have been passed down for thousands of years here, you can't do it in a small town, otherwise the monks of the world will attack it!"

"Huh?!"

Fang Yan was stunned, she felt that the monk's words revealed a lot of information, but she was still confused.

"How?" The monk then took a closer look at the dialect, and after looking at it, he quipped: "You shouldn't have been chased and killed by some righteous person, and you came here by mistake?" ”

"Uh......" Fang Yan nodded and said, "That's true." ”

"Hi~!"

The monk sighed amusefully, and began to popularize the history and rules of the place in the dialect for free.

"This place is called Danghu Town, in the mouth of our cultivators, it also has another name, called Longmian Town, I don't know that thousands of years ago, there was a dragon that fell on the Pinghu Lake outside the town."

"Don't be surprised, of course the dragon died...... Therefore, this place has become a rare blessed land, and there are spiritual objects born from the relics of the true dragon everywhere, which may be a stone or a grass. ”

"Of course, there are the most in the Pinghu Lake outside the town, but for thousands of years, the big fish eat the small fish, plus the patronage of the various sects and many monks, there is basically nothing with dragon energy."

Fang Yan was stunned when she heard it, no wonder she felt comfortable here, it turned out to be a place where dragons sleep.

"Why?"

The monk smiled, pointed to the dialect and teased: "It seems that it has not been transformed for a long time, and it is not deeply involved in the world~!" ”

The dialect smiled astringently, but did not speak.

"About three thousand years ago, at that time, Wu Xuzhen, the hall master of the Liangyi Hall of the Yanxing Sect, once said that there was a true dragon qi here, which made the cultural and educational saints, and later the true dragon qi was given to the first emperor by the cultural and educational saints, and most of the rest of the true dragon relics were obtained by the two snake demons, and now they have become Jiaolong, and they are the demon kings in the 100,000 mountains~!"

"Don't look at so many people trying their luck here now, in fact, after thousands of years, there are no good things left, most things are very ordinary, occasionally meet one or two pieces of spiritual grass stones with dragon energy, out of the town, without nourishment, it is similar to the elegant toys collected by literati and monks."

The monk folded his hands on his sleeves like an old peasant and gestured with his chin to look around.

"But, you see...... There are still many people who are willing to try their luck, if the literati get a stone, which can be used as an elegant play, they can also send it to the teacher, and the monk can get a piece that can be used to feed the spiritual pet or the feng shui fish of the sect. ”

"Demons like you, I used to come to the town from time to time, but later...... With the amazing and brilliant Lin Yu Zhenren of the Yanxing Sect back then, out of nowhere, he fed a snake demon that could suppress the luck of the dragon vein, and there were fewer demons who came to the town, and even the monks of those big sects did not come much, but I heard that they all ran to those famous mountains and rivers, and many snakes and demons suffered! ”

Fang Yan was silent, with no expression on his face, but his heart was turning over the river and the sea, recalling the bits and pieces of being with Lin Yu, and he didn't know what it was like for a while.

Although that woman took advantage of her, suppressed her, and even had a different purpose for her from the beginning.

But the benefits brought to her are also real, with two true dragon qi, and can also get close to the dragon vein and earth qi, it is estimated that the whole world is also unique.

"Or?"

The monk was stunned when he saw the dialect, so he asked.

"Yes!"

As soon as the dialect was spoken, it ...... Stupid, "What to exchange with you?" ”

"Spirit stones, talismans, materials for alchemy refiners, or exercises and Dao duels are also fine."

The monk smiled and introduced.

The monk took out a jade talisman, recorded what he heard one by one, burned it in the jade talisman, and then gave the money and goods.

The monk smiled and glanced at the dialect, and said a few more words kindly.

"Actually, you can look around the town, maybe you can find a lot, whether you have dragon energy or not depends on luck."

Fang Yan paused for a moment, then nodded in thanks.

The monk smiled and waved his hand, and said, "No thanks, it is not easy for cultivators, and it is indispensable for Dharma couples to have wealth and land, and it is best to be able to make money in harmony." ”

The monk was an open-minded man......

Fang Yan smiled and got up and left, and continued to wander around, during which he saw a spiritual grass containing a strong dragon qi, but unfortunately the other party's asking price was too high, and a complete sword recipe was exchanged, nothing else, a snake like her, who only had half a sword technique, really couldn't afford it, so she had to give up.

With a casual inhalation, he ate the dragon qi contained in the stone into his stomach, and his spirit was much better.

But he was still weak, and it was real to lose so much blood, and a little thin dragon qi couldn't be replenished at all, and there was no way to make up for it.

"I have to eat some blood food to replenish~!"

Fang Yan casually lifted the stone in his hand that had lost his dragon qi and turned into crushed stone powder, and walked all the way to Pinghu.

Before we reached Pinghu Lake outside the town, it was raining heavily in the sky.

"Ha~"

Fang Yan inhaled hard, this time the snake body was the most comfortable, and she found that she liked water more and more.

There is a village outside the town, relying on the Tuoshan and Pinghu lakes outside the town.

The village is surrounded by greenery, the flat lake is full of water, and there is a stone pavilion by the lake, in which people take shelter from the rain.

There are also scholars and scribes, chanting poems in the stone pavilion, and the voice can be heard from afar.

"The winding path is a pavilion and secluded, and thirty-six water gatherings.

The eaves shadow is connected to the waves, and the sound of cicadas enters the autumn thoughts.

Open the stalk and watch the clouds quietly, love the moon and plant trees.

How do you mean it, Shu Zhong Yanwai Temple. ”

Around the stone pavilion, the peach blossoms are red, the plum blossoms are snow-white, and the stone pillars in the stone pavilion are faintly visible, and there is a pair of stone carvings on each side, as if it is a chess game.

The dialect faced the summer storm, strolling back and forth leisurely, there was no way, it was injured, it couldn't go fast, and it could only pretend to be elegant and leisurely.

It's just that the pale face scared off many scholars who wanted to come and talk to them, thinking that they had met a female ghost.

There is a bridge not far from the stone pavilion, which connects to the other side of the lake, and next to the bridge, there is a wine shop, which is full of people who come to enjoy the tour, and the blue wine guise is flying in the wind and rain.

Looking left and right, Fang Yan continued to move forward, found a place with few people, and plunged into the lake.