The introduction to the formation path is difficult.

But no matter how hard it is.

As long as you have the talent of the formation path and rely on time to grind, it is actually relatively easy to get started.

With the passage of time.

He Song continued to study the introduction to the formation path, and felt that he was not far away from the introduction of the formation path.

Although he hadn't stepped in at the moment, and he couldn't arrange even the simplest spirit gathering array, He Song was not discouraged.

Because under the continuous study, he has begun to learn to carve the formation pattern on the stone, in order to be able to carve the formation pattern on the spirit stone in the future, he will be more comfortable.

At the same time, after a few days of penance in retreat, He Song also released a sound-transmitting paper crane.

After releasing the sound transmission paper crane, He Song continued to start his daily penance.

Outside Xianfang.

Next door to He Song's house.

A flash of light came and landed directly in front of a sturdy figure.

"Huh? Phonology? A familiar voice came out of this person's mouth, if He Song was here, he could tell at a glance that this person was his neighbor, Lin Cong.

Lin Cong, who had just broken through to the middle stage of Qi cultivation, was originally consolidating his cultivation.

But this sudden aura still made him wake up from his cultivation state.

Let go of a little bit of your own breath.

The sound transmission paper crane in front of him suddenly turned into a piece of paper.

Picking up the paper, Lin Cong's expression quickly became serious.

"Brother Lin, He didn't say goodbye, and I hope Brother Lin won't blame him, but there is a reason for it."

"When you and I were in Osmanthus Tower, we heard about the Chiling Gold Mine, and after many investigations, we found that the Chiling Gold Mine was afraid of changes, so there is this book."

"Once something happens in the Chiling Gold Mine, Zhushan Xianfang will bear the brunt, and when the Xianfang is turbulent, our cultivation will be low, and I am afraid of a big disaster."

"He has found a safe place and waited for the day."

"Brother Wanglin has prepared early, and this matter must not be mentioned to others."

"He Song."

His gaze swept over the paper, and a trace of spiritual power fluctuation quickly appeared in Lin Cong's hand.

After the spiritual power fluctuations disappeared, the paper in Lin Cong's hand also drifted away with the wind at this moment.

When the paper disappeared completely, Lin Cong sat on the futon, his expression changed repeatedly, but he didn't know what he was thinking.

Long.

"Well, let's leave for now!" After some psychological struggle, Lin Cong sighed, and then made a decision.

At the same time, Lin Cong's letter to He Song was also firmly in his heart.

This time, He Song saved his life again!

Lin Cong left.

Just an hour after receiving the paper crane from He Song.

He packed up his things and stood in front of He Song's house for a long time, as if he wanted to remember this place firmly.

After a long time, he strode towards the outside of Xianfang with his bags on his back.

......

Time passed slowly as He Song continued to cultivate, his own strength continued to improve, and at the same time, he also had a better understanding of the introduction to the formation path.

During this time, He Song lived a very regular life.

In addition to cultivation, it is the introduction to the Enlightenment Array Dao, and occasionally I will drink tea and chat with Wei Fan to relax my mood.

Other than that, He Song didn't do anything.

Every day, I am immersed in cultivation and enlightenment, as if everything has nothing to do with me.

But for He Song.

The things of the outside world have nothing to do with me.

Lingtian? Lingtian is taken care of.

Mining? Look for death before mining.

Friends? Aren't you living at your friend's house now?

In this way, three months have passed in a row, and He Song has been like this every day, and while cultivating to enter the realm extremely fast, his understanding of the introductory chapter of the formation path has also become more and more profound.

this day.

At dusk.

At Wei Fan's invitation, He Song left the quiet room and came to the attic of the small courtyard with Wei Fan.

The attic is not completely enclosed, it is ventilated on all sides and has a good view.

Here, Wei Fan set up a round table, plus a set of tea sets.

In their spare time, the two sat in the attic together drinking tea and chatting, their eyes swept around, and they could see everything that was happening around them.

"I don't know what happened to Lao Meng in the Chiling Gold Mine, he hasn't had any news since the past three months." Looking at the beautiful scenery of the sunset in the distance, Wei Fan sighed.

For three months, Meng Guan had no news except for sending a sound transmission paper crane to the two of them in the first month of his departure.

Wei Fan was worried.

He Song is no exception.

But the two also knew that no matter how worried they were, it would be useless.

The two of them were in the Immortal Fang, while Meng Guan was in the Red Spirit Gold Mine.

Being in a different area, it's almost impossible to help.

Not to mention that He Song's cultivation is low, and even leaving the Immortal Fang is probably a dangerous thing.

"I've sent him a few times, but I don't know if he received it or not." He Song's face was worried, but his eyes gradually looked to the side.

In the very center of the area where Wei Fan lived, there was a beautiful courtyard.

This courtyard is higher than all the surrounding courtyards, and at a glance, it looks like it stands out from the crowd.

There, it is the place where the aura of Xianfang is the strongest.

At the same time, it is also the only place where a real person from Xianfang lives on the foundation of the foundation.

This real person is called Chengshan.

Since March, He Song has also seen Chengshan Zhenren from afar.

Chengshan Zhenren, like the vast majority of monks, is the appearance of a young man, with a set of exquisite Dharma robes.

As for the magic weapon, He Song had never seen it.

However, just by looking at it, He Song could feel an incomparably rich spiritual pressure coming from the other party.

The spiritual pressure is extremely strong, and at the moment he first sensed it, He Song knew that the other party could pinch him to death casually.

There is nothing false in this statement.

He Song even felt that even if his cultivation broke through to the late stage of Qi training, when facing Chengshan Zhenren, he would be pinched to death casually, and there would be no accidents.

This Chengshan real person is the only one in Xianfang who builds a foundation.

At the same time, it is also the Dinghai God Needle of Xianfang.

As long as he is there, Xianfang will not be in chaos.

But.

It was just when He Song was talking and subconsciously looked towards the exquisite courtyard.

A ray of light suddenly crossed in front of He Song's eyes, and with a strong spiritual pressure, it quickly flew into the distance.

The light is earthy yellow.

It looks like it's flying out of that beautiful courtyard.

The rich spiritual pressure also brought He Song a rather familiar feeling.

The earthy yellow light streaked across the horizon.

For a while, He Song and the others, who were still drinking tea and chatting, instantly fell into a deathly silence at this moment.

Silent.

Silent.

Long.

He Song's gaze and Wei Fan glanced at each other.

Each found a hint of horror in the other's eyes.

"Xianfang, it's going to be messy!" It was only at this time that Wei Fan finally squeezed a sentence out of his mouth.

Looking in the direction of the distant light, a touch of happiness quickly appeared in Wei Fan's eyes.