Instead of passively bearing, it is better to take the initiative!

Xu Mu put the white god into the spirit beast bag, let out a clear roar, and jumped off the stone bed refreshed.

A true man is to fight with blood and never admit defeat!

It doesn't matter if it's day or night, whether it's in ice or fire, whether it's on the battlefield or in bed!

It's just that what he can't be sure of is what kind of situation it will be like when he arrives at Zhaoyao Mountain......

Changed into a new place purchased yesterday, put the Sheshen Sword into the dantian, and handed it over to the rusty sword to temper and beat.

Get out of the cave and go to find Zhou Yunmeng.

This princess of Dajin, who had been insomnia for half the night, was sleeping soundly on the stone bed at the moment.

Xu Mu checked the four-elephant magic circle outside the cave, and the wisteria phantom was swaying with the wind.

Everything is safe and sound.

I rubbed my empty stomach and went to the mountains to pick wild fruits.

Half an hour later, Xu Mu went and returned.

woke up Zhou Yunmeng in a daze and had breakfast together.

I don't know what Zhou Yunmeng encountered in her dream, when she inadvertently looked at the handsome and dignified Xu Mu, her eyes were always weird......

When he spoke, his tone did not have the usual sense of ease, but there was more shyness of his little daughter's family.

After a short while, breakfast was over.

The two of them followed the earthy yellow animal skin map mark, and walked all the way to the southeast to Zhaoyao Mountain.

I saw that Zhou Yunmeng was wearing a lilac tunic dress, the beautiful curves of her body were fully revealed, Ling Bo walked slightly, and her steps were light.

Xu Mu stepped on the clouds, wearing a well-cut green shirt, and his uninhibited expression had some playfulness that belonged to young people.

When outsiders look at it, it really looks like a fairy couple.

……

……

Zhaoyao Mountain, said to be a mountain, is actually a small mountain range.

From Gyeongju to the southeast, it stretches for hundreds of miles.

Although it cannot be compared with giant peaks and mountains such as the Yakniu Mountains and the Kunlun Mountains, it is also natural and interesting, and has a unique scene.

Although the Zhaoyao Mountains are small, they have a branch vein that penetrates deep into the southernmost boundary of the Great Jin Dynasty.

The main peak of Zhaoyao Mountain, about 1,000 zhang high, the peak is shrouded in milky white fog all year round, mysterious and extraordinary.

There is an elixir produced on the main peak, called Phantom Soul Grass, which is the best choice for refining Phantom Soul Pill.

And the Phantom Soul Pill is an existence that is both loved and hated by the Great Jin Cultivation Realm.

An ordinary nine-grade spirit pill will be sold for three hundred spirit stones.

What I love is that after taking it, you can let the monk feel the wonders of the next great realm in advance.

The hate is that once you take it more than three times, you will become addicted and become dependent, and it will be difficult to break through the situation after that!

Therefore, as the elders of various sects or families, they often strictly admonish their young children to prevent them from being contaminated with this thing.

You must know that it is easy to invite the gods and it is difficult to send the gods, and once the Phantom Soul Pill is addicted, it basically means that the monk's immortal path has been broken!

For hundreds of years, I have never heard of a monk who was infected with the Phantom Soul Pill and was able to cultivate to the highest level in peace!

Despite this, this elixir, which has equally outstanding advantages and disadvantages, is still circulating on the black market!

As long as you are willing to produce spirit stones, you can basically get a small supply of goods!

The Great Jin Dynasty regarded the Phantom Soul Pill as a poison, and it was not allowed to sell it publicly, let alone collect the Phantom Soul Grass to refine the elixir without authorization.

Once discovered, it will be abolished for decades of cultivation, or slaughtered at the worst!

Therefore, on the main peak of Zhaoyao Mountain, no monk dares to play all year round.

If you are targeted by the government and convicted of a big crime, wouldn't it be a great wrong?

Of course, under normal circumstances, those who want to refine the Phantom Soul Pill are secretly entrusted to the local medicine farmers to pick them.

However, the medicine farmers did not have cultivation in their bodies, so they could not tell the exact year of the Phantom Soul Grass, and the quality of the elixirs they picked was also uneven.

Fortunately, the remuneration given by those who have a heart is high enough, so that the medicine farmers are not afraid of the risk of being arrested by the government.

After the natural disaster in Gyeongju, the climate changed dramatically, and hail and torrential rain continued.

The Phantom Herb is inherently delicate and dependent on the climate, so there is basically not much surviving to be harvested.

The medicine farmers near Zhaoyao Mountain are also getting tighter day by day.

Until one day, a handsome young offspring came here......

this day.

Clouds obscure the sun.

On the main peak of Zhaoyao Mountain, there are still no monks or medicine farmers collecting phantom soul grass.

A temple is being built in full swing.

Looking at the specifications of this temple, it is very similar to the Guiyi Temple on Xiaogufeng.

A handsome-looking but very ordinary-dressed young man, with two strands of gray hair hanging from his sideburns, meditates and breathes beside the half-built temple.

From time to time, some fanatical medicine farmers and mountain people near Zhaoyao Mountain came to transport the Sincerity Stone.

Blocks of stone, white, black, or blue, with names engraved on them, were reverently placed on the walls......

"Door Master, uh, Fang Immortal Envoy! How many days are there before I can pass on the immortal scriptures to us? A middle-aged man with an honest demeanor smiled and bowed his hand.

"Based on the speed of your construction, I'm afraid it will take two more days to make the trip!" The white-faced young man surnamed Fang glanced at the temple road.

Suddenly, there was a sense of vigilance in his heart, as if he was being targeted by a wild beast.

called the honest man to his side, "Have you done what I told you?" ”

"Tell the immortal envoy, it hasn't been done yet. There are also a few medicine farmers who refuse to tell me their specific names. The honest man took out an account book from his bosom.

In the account book, there are names and surnames, recording the economic transactions between some sects and Zhaoyao yam farmers.

There is a business for the acquisition of ordinary herbs, and of course, there is also a collection commission for the phantom grass.

The young man surnamed Fang squinted into the distance, sighed, and said softly:

"I'm afraid I can't wait...... In the future, when the time comes, you can continue to do it. If I can't come back with this account book, you can go to Gyeongju City in person and hand it over to Qiu Ruyuan......"

"Good ......" The honest middle-aged man seemed to sense that something was wrong, but he didn't dare to ask out loud who Qiu Ruyuan was.

After enduring it for a while, he said, "The temple, will it continue to be built?" ”

The young man surnamed Fang stood up from the ground, turned his head to look at the temple, and commanded softly:

"Of course! It's just that if I return safely, I will pass on the immortal law to you. If I don't return, you will stop thinking about it and tell others that this way is not going to work. In the future, live a good life......"

After speaking, he followed the mountain road, all the way down, and took the initiative to greet the man and woman who came to the main peak of Zhaoyao Mountain.

"Immortals are good! Where are you going? ”

"I'm going around!"

"Lord Immortal Envoy, my mother is seriously ill again, what scripture is that Lingbao, can you teach me a few more words?"

"Next time."

"Lord Immortal, this is a vegetable grown by my family, you can take it!"

"No thanks!"

Half a mile away.

Xu Mu looked at Zhou Yunmeng in surprise and said, "What's wrong?" ”

"That man, coming to us!" Zhou Yunmeng's eyebrows furrowed, and he wondered again, "He seems to have cultivated with imperial luck, but he doesn't seem to have used ......."

"Huh?! I don't understand...... You put it bluntly. Xu Mu turned his head and stared at the young man who was walking towards them without hurry.

"It's too far away for me to probe clearly, it's just a gut feeling...... Be careful yourself! This person should be the Shangcang Immortal Envoy where Zhaoyao Mountain is located! ”

After Zhou Yunmeng finished speaking, he remembered Xu Mu's advice, and disappeared with a smoke.

Xu Mu's escape skills, she had heard of them.

As long as you don't kill the red eye, under normal circumstances, few people can capture this shameless guy.

"You're looking for me?" Xu Mu pressed the hilt of the Sheshen Sword with his left hand, took a step forward, and stared at the eyes of the young man surnamed Fang.

"Aren't you looking for me?" The young man surnamed Fang smiled, and his pale face was stained with a healthy flush.

"That's right!" Xu Mu nodded, urging the gods to probe the young man surnamed Fang inexplicably.

"Going outside? There are so many people here, I'm afraid it will hurt innocent people......" The young man surnamed Fang stretched out a hand and invited.

"You know...... What am I here for? Xu Mu's body didn't move, and deep down, there was even a sense of absurdity.

"I don't know exactly what to do. However, you can also guess a rough ......" There was a kind of unconcealed sorrow between the eyebrows of the young man surnamed Fang, "You are either from the official mansion, or from a certain big sect......"

As he spoke, he looked at Xu Mu with a meaningful expression, "My identity, you must already know, right?" ”

"You are the Immortal Envoy of the Heavenly Heavens." Xu Mu's footsteps moved, and he walked towards a wild hillside.

"Not bad." The young man surnamed Fang smiled, and his figure did not take the opportunity to escape, but walked forward with Xu Mu, like two close friends who had not seen each other for a long time.

"Anyway, there are not many people on the road, no one should pay attention to your words......" Xu Mu looked ahead, his steps firm.

"Open people, don't talk long-winded. Very good! The young man surnamed Fang smiled heartily, "My surname is Fang, I come from a small sect, and I have eaten the Soul Pill twice......"

Xu Mu turned his head and looked at the young man surnamed Fang with an incredulous expression.

The three Phantom Soul Pills are like cutting off the path of immortals, and Xu Mu heard about this on the way to the scene.

When he was just exploring, he had already discovered the cultivation of the young man surnamed Fang, and he was in the Nine Heavens Great Perfection in the First Realm!

There was a melancholy temperament in the face of the young man surnamed Fang, "Tell you my story?" ”

"I don't have much time, you try to ......keep it short," Xu Mu's left hand was a little tighter.

The young man surnamed Fang nodded and smiled, Xu Mu at this moment seemed to be an enemy and a friend to him.

A feeling of not vomiting and unpleasantness urged him to tell his experience to someone of his age.

His surname is Fang, and he is the young master of a small sect here.

His parents died young, and he inherited the throne at the age of fourteen.

But it's a pity that his own cultivation talent is mediocre.

After swallowing the Phantom Soul Pill twice, he barely cultivated to the First Realm Nine Heavens......

There is no accumulation in the sect, but it only relies on the sale of some elixirs and elixirs to make a living.

After the natural disaster, Baiyaomen's business deteriorated.

The cultivation realm has always been the law of the jungle, and there is a big sect in Gyeongju that has been planning to annex them.

When he was desperate, he was selected by a mysterious person and passed on a remnant method.

……

If this method is indeed feasible, he will pass on the immortal scriptures to the people of the Hundred Medicine Sect, hoping to revitalize the sect.

If this law is invalid, he has already made arrangements accordingly.

Xu Mu sighed and shook his head, but he couldn't tell the slightest inference about the so-called immortal scripture.

"The third Phantom Soul Pill, when are you going to eat it?"

The young man surnamed Fang looked at Xu Mu and said gently:

"It could be tomorrow, maybe it's the next life...... As for now, are you willing to wait? ”