set up the wind and clouds, turned into a cloud of smoke and went away, and several demon kings also left one after another.

Fang Yan saw several demon kings walking away, suddenly laughed, and said secretly: "Between demon kings, isn't it necessarily harmonious?" ”

In short, the goal is achieved, mastering the technology, forming a chain of interests, whether it is benefits or survival in the mountains in the future, it is not a problem.

If you encounter a life-and-death crisis, as long as it is not during the Tribulation Period and the Mahayana Period, you will come in droves to find trouble.

Even if that damn Dapeng bird is not good at talking, the Black Bear King and the Flower Deer King will not stand idly by.

After all, demons who can refine pills, refine weapons, and have business acumen are not easy to find these days.

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Early morning.

The clouds are shrouded in mist, like a fairyland on earth.

The 100,000 Mountains in late autumn look like a beautiful picture.

Fang Yan gave himself a rare vacation, and early in the morning he gathered around the courtyard to read a certain Taoist book called "Travels to the WTO".

"Those who have attained the Tao in ancient times often walk through the world, and there is no need to be different, and people do not see it.

……

Deep in the mountains, the snake dragon is produced. The philosopher is quietly watching, and he is also in the palace.

……

Yu Wen Qingxu Venerable Master wanted to meditate in Luofu Mountain for ten years, and the famous masters of the past were many of the long mountains and valleys, and no trace of people could go.

With its clear spirit and condensed but not chaotic also, when the husband is reckless, the hillock rolls the stone, several ancient trees, the flowers fall and the water flows, which makes people think refreshed.

What's the situation, the heavens and the earth, and the ghosts and mysteries in the gods? ”

After reading, Fang Yan sits cross-legged, opens the book, and places it in front of him, his thumb lightly tapping his ring finger, palm facing up.

put on a "asking question", opened and closed his mouth, and read words.

The scorching sun breaks through the clouds, and the autumn sun shines all over the land.

Fang Yan woke up from his cultivation state, went to dig up a few bamboo shoots, and took out the bacon that he had bought in the town some time ago, and made a pot of soup with bamboo shoots. She ate seriously, did not let go of every piece of bacon, touched her little belly after eating, looked up at the sky, squinted her eyes happily, kicked her little feet, and was very satisfied.

The tea leaves can be picked, and the dialect begins to make tea according to the method taught by the widow of the king.

Fang Yan held a bamboo sliver, grabbed the middle of the young stem between the leaves with his index finger and thumb, picked off the tea leaves with the elastic force of his two fingers, and silently recited the teachings of the widow of the king.

"The picking time is better to pick one or two hours before noon to sunset, pick a top bud and the first leaf next to the bud, which is called a heart and a leaf, such tea is the most mellow and delicious, the texture is high, the tea leaves are poorer, you need to pick one more leaf, this is called one heart and two leaves, and the rest can be made into a more ordinary coarse tea."

Fang Yan held the bamboo strips made by himself, and carefully picked the next piece of tea leaves.

At noon, the tea leaves are picked in different categories.

In the afternoon, it is time to dry the tea greens, and you need to dry the moisture in the sun.

In the evening, the autumn picture of the mountains is even more beautiful, burning the sky like fire.

Fang Yan lay beside the grape trellis in the courtyard, recalling the people and things that lived in the town at the beginning, especially the widow Wang, who was kind to her, and her voice and smile still seemed to be in front of her.

Life and accidents, you really never know which one will come first.

The dialect doesn't have much ambition, just wants to live well.

Maybe......

In the future, one day she will be able to dominate one side, or she may suddenly be killed by humans one day and die.

I sat quietly and watched the night come, the stars filled the sky, and the light of the stars gathered into a small river and fell from the sky.

It's like the Milky Way falling for nine days.

The light converges in the courtyard, and the dialect is quiet and peaceful.

Dressed in starlight, like a god and Buddha.

At this moment, thanks to the improvement of the state of mind, I only feel refreshed and clear, and it is said that the broad state of mind is helpful for cultivation, which is a certain reason.

Fang Yan only felt that there had been a small breakthrough in the realm in his body, and he was one step closer to the Jindan period.

Feeling the special mood at this time, he laughed softly: "There is a vulgar idea to gain immortality!" ”

Crafting weapons, making tea, and stealing.

After more than a month of living like this, Fang Yan devoted herself to the life of building weapons, if she didn't pay attention to the quality and shoddy low-level spiritual weapons, she could also deliver hundreds of them a month, but in order to hone her skills, she had to slow down this speed.

About three months after the year, the early spring has passed, and the spring rain is pouring in the mountains.

Fang Yan found a few little demons and told them to go to the territory of several demon kings to call people, and this year's weapons can be delivered.

Six demon kings, a total of more than 1,800 low-level spiritual weapons of all kinds, and the inscription formation depicted is also extremely simple, but for the demon clan, this is already rare.

Who let the demon clan still live in the relatively primitive "ecological chain of the cultivation world".

In many cases, cultivation also has to pay attention to the word "technique".

According to the order of far and near, the little demons of several demon kings arrived one after another, and they also pulled their weapons away one after another.

The little demons outside the courtyard walked for most of the time, leaving only the latest group of little demons in the valley.

It seems that he wants to settle down in the fruit forest outside the dialect door.

Although the number is smaller, Fang Yan thinks that this is better, because those who remain are her own living forces, that is, her subordinates. Each little demon was divided into houses, all learned the exercises, and every day they either practiced or frolicked in the fruit forest or by the river.

Fang Yan thought, it can't go on like this, I have to find something to do for them, and I went back to the courtyard to build a batch of weapons, it doesn't make sense that other demons have weapons, but my own demons don't. Then he made a long-term plan, which included future development, and carefully selected several books to decide.

After doing everything, Fang Yan found Tu Shanqing, spent several months teaching Tu Shanqing to read and write, and told him again.

Tu Shanqing walked out of the courtyard gate, took the various documents and files given by Mr. Snake Demon and studied them carefully, frowning and thinking from time to time.

Fang Yan plans to use some time to create an intermediate spirit weapon first, and take a step forward in refining the weapon; It just so happens that the refining weapon can also exercise its own cultivation, stabilize the aura in the body, and the drawbacks caused by forcibly improving cultivation with pills can also be eliminated by the way.

In the past six months, Fang Yan has completed the construction of the weapons that need to be delivered in the coming year, and still has not been able to create a mid-level spiritual weapon; Another half a year has passed, and another batch of weapons has been created. As the speed at which weapons were being crafted became faster, the dialect felt that his skills had improved considerably.

Finally, in the fifth or sixth year, she created her first mid-level spirit weapon.

The first intermediate spiritual weapon is a knife, and in cooperation with the demon clan, the sword and hammer are the most built, and the demon clan uses the sword to be fewer, and even some demon clans like sticks and forks.

This intermediate spiritual weapon is named "Breaking the Mirror" by the dialect, which means breaking the realm.

Coincidentally, Dameng crossed the transformation tribulation on this day.

During the tribulation, Fang Yan deliberately sent the broken mirror to the edge of the thunder tribulation, contaminated with a little breath of the thunder tribulation, and did not dare to put it too close, for fear that the quality would not be good, and it was directly destroyed by the thunder tribulation. Fang Yan is not used to using knives, and after Da Meng's success in the tribulation, he gave the knife to Da Meng, who had just survived the transformation tribulation, which caused many little demons to be hot.