What happened to the Tianshan Mountains four hundred years ago?

Fang Lang thought about it again and again, peeling off the cocoon.

This Song Tribulation, Tianzun Ancestor must not have looked away.

At that time, he must have been a loyal disciple.

But after ten days, all the disciples died, and he was the only one who survived.

Maybe it was at that time that he got into two minds.

Normally, it is very difficult to change a person's character unless they go through some great change.

In this way, it must have something to do with the mysterious ten days of the year.

This matter is very important to Fang Lang, because he is also the host of the Heavenly Dao System, and he may experience this in the future, so he must find out.

There are only two ways to find out about this matter.

One is to find Song Zheng and let him tell what happened back then.

But is it possible?

Fang Lang vaguely felt that this matter was very difficult.

Now that Song Zheng has long been regarded as a traitor to the Tianshan faction, is it possible for him to say it?

Moreover, he is a powerhouse of the Great Perfection of the God Tribulation Realm.

Fang Lang doesn't have many hole cards, how dare he approach him at will.

Another way is to pin your hopes on Tianji Pavilion.

This Tianji Pavilion is known as the opportunity to control the world.

I might be able to find some clues.

Try it first, go over this letter, and let the good apprentice Zuo Xinyun help investigate it.

When Fang Lang was about to reply to the letter, Xuanyuan Cheng walked into the Ziling Hall again.

"Master, it's another pigeon biography. ”

"Huh?"

Fang Lang took the letter with some doubts and opened it.

"Master, I'm sorry. In a hurry, he forgot to mention another important matter in the letter, so he hurried a flying pigeon to pass the book. After you said this yesterday, there will be good poems to give, and the apprentice is afraid that the master will forget it, so he humblely reminds that he hopes that the master will fulfill the apprentice's wish. The disciples will worship the heavenly mountains every morning and evening, and bow to you to say goodbye. ”

Fang Lang: "....."

It turned out that Zuo Xinyun worked so overtime, staying up all night to help him get information, and he came for good poetry.

I said so.

Fang Lang casually wrote a famous poem from his previous life, and asked Xuanyuan Cheng to pass the book.

In this letter, Fang Lang focused on asking Zuo Xinyun to investigate the ten days when Tianshan Patriarch Tianzun left Tianshan four hundred years ago.

Finally, it is important to mention that if this matter is investigated clearly, ten good poems will be given to the teacher.

Give Zuo Xinyun a little more motivation, and the efficiency will be faster when doing this.

After finishing this matter, Fang Lang immediately got up and flew to the Tianshan Immortal Orchard with a crane.

"Fairy Orchard, Fairy Orchard, how did you fall into such a dilapidated state. ”

Standing in this garden, which has been abandoned for two hundred years, Fang Lang is full of emotion.

Back then, there were all kinds of strange fairy fruits here, and they were prosperous, but now they are different from people and are no longer in the past.

But that's a thing of the past!

Our waves will never repeat the mistakes of the past.

With me one day, Tianshan will definitely recreate the grand occasion of the year, let Wanzong come to the court, and let Wanpai come to worship.

Fang Lang waved his hand, and a gust of wind suddenly swept away.

The surrounding barren trees and weeds were swept away in an instant, revealing only a very small area of clean.

“....”

Such a large fairy orchard, sure enough, he can't clean it up alone...

"Hades, call some people to clean up the fairy orchard. ”

A sound containing true qi reached Yin Tianming's ears.

"Yes, Master. ”

...

After a while, I saw a large number of monks who had been sentenced to hard labor under the leadership of Yin Tianming, flying in the sky.

They knew that Fang Lang was here, and they rushed over like chicken blood.

Everyone is vying to perform in front of Fang Lang, just to get the opportunity to see Fang Lang twice, so that he can enter the mountain gate as soon as possible.

"Lord of the family, the junior is called Xu Tian..."

"The head of the family, the little one is called Rowan..."

...

One by one, the monks scrambled to introduce themselves, and then all kinds of spells flew all over the sky.

"The wind is away, the wind is flying!"

"Soil escape, cut the grass and eradicate the roots!"

"Fire escape, burn the sky and destroy the earth!"

"Thunder, turn to ashes!"

...

The fairy orchard, which originally covered an area of several miles, was full of dead trees and weeds.

But through these people's various escapes, these garbage are blown away by the wind, burned by fire, and struck into ashes by lightning.

In less than a stick of incense, all the dead trees and weeds in the fairy orchard were all cleaned up, and the whole orchard was empty.

It's very efficient, not bad.

"Stand down, all of you. Hades stayed. ”

"Obey the law of the real man. ”

One by one, everyone retired.

On the way out, everyone scrambled to argue.

"Just now, the head of the house praised me for coming. ”

"It's obviously praising me, saying that I'm good at fire. ”

"What to fight, it should be me, I just made Lei Dun, the head of the family greatly appreciated, I think I have a chance to worship the mountain gate. ”

"Put your mother's bullshit, in the eyes of the head just now, it's clear that there is only me. ”

....

Fairy orchard.

Fang Lang summoned two immortal seeds, one for the immortal peach and the other for the immortal fruit.

Thrown into the air, the two seeds each burrowed into the ground as if they were spiritual.

After a while, I saw two small saplings containing majestic life break out of the ground.

When they reach a height of about one meter, they stop growing.

Each branch of the sapling exudes a faint spiritual power, and it is embellished with brilliance, like a fairy tree.

"Master, is this the ??! of the Immortal Tree" Yin Tianming on the side was a little dumbfounded, he had never seen such a thing before.

Ever since he joined the Tianshan Sect, this fairy orchard had been deserted, and he had only heard Master mention that it was once a fairyland-like orchard.

Fang Lang smiled and casually summoned out two spirit crystals.

"Hades, bury these two spirit crystals in the soil. The nutrients of this immortal tree mainly come from the aura of heaven and earth, such as today's mountain aura is abundant, if you add the assistance of spirit crystals, these two immortal trees can grow faster. ”

"Yes, Master. Yin Tianming held the spirit crystals containing strong spiritual power, and then buried them next to the two saplings.

"Ming'er, these two immortal trees will be handed over to you to cultivate in the future, remember to bury a spirit crystal every half a month to provide its nutrients. ”

"Master, one spirit crystal is equal to a thousand spirit stones, this thing is simply a gold-swallowing tree!"

"Immortal trees, it's naturally more difficult to cultivate. Fang Lang continued, "If these two trees are disabled in your hands, then as a teacher, you will be deprived of your senior brother's title and demoted to a second-generation disciple." ”

"Yes, yes. ”

This sentence frightened Yin Tianming.

Yin Tianming bowed again and again, saying that he would never dare to slack off.

"Come with me. ”

"Yes, Master. ”

...

On the mountainside of the Tianshan Mountains, the master and apprentice were placed in mid-air.

Standing on top of the crane, Fang Lang casually threw down an immortal seed, an immortal vine seed.

The fairy vines radiated brilliance and slowly fell into the trees.

When the immortal seed touched the ground, it immediately radiated a strong vitality, and frantically absorbed the rich aura of the Tianshan Mountains.

Soon, the extremely tenacious immortal vines gathered and spread from the middle, like giant pythons, extending around.

"Master, this is..." Yin Tianming, who was in the sky on the side, was surprised again and again.

Fang Lang said: "This is an immortal vine, which can not only protect the enemy and protect the mountain, but also stabilize the immortal veins of the Tianshan Mountain, making my Tianshan as solid as a rock and indestructible." ”

"Ming'er, on this mountainside, you also need to pour spirit crystals once every half month. ”

"Yes, Master. The apprentice will live up to the master's trust. ”

"There is also an immortal seed here, called Phantom Fairy Grass. Fang Lang summoned the Phantom Spirit Grass Immortal Seed and handed it to Yin Tianming.

"And!"

Yin Tianming took the immortal seed with some trembling hands, and was shocked!

This is the Phantom Fairy Grass ranked thirtieth on the Immortal Plant List!

This immortal grass can not only transform the immortal veins of the Tianshan Mountains, but also stabilize the mountain range, if the Tianshan Mountains have more such immortal grasses, after a hundred years, even if the Nine Heavenly Thunder Tribulation falls, the Tianshan Mountains can ensure that they are unscathed.

This thing didn't even have the Tian Yuan Sect.

Oh my God, where did Master get this precious celestial object!

Fang Lang said with a smile in his eyes: "This is what the teacher got by accident when he went down the mountain this time. ”

"Hades, this fairy grass seed, you go to the mountain to find a piece of land to plant on your own, you don't need to feed it with spirit crystals, you don't have to pay attention to it, let it find its own way to flourish. ”

"Yes, Master. ”

Then Fang Lang left on his own, leaving Yin Tianming, who was still in shock.

Yin Tianming held the immortal seed in his hand, and flew towards the top of the mountain with a little trembling, muttering in his heart at the same time.

Fortunately, this is in the Tianshan Mountains, if it is outside, let others know that he has such a unique immortal seed, then he will have to be hunted down by countless people and dismantled.

...

Fang Lang flew to the Tianshan Library on the crane trail.

Located on the east side of the peak, the Library Pavilion used to house thousands of volumes and treasured all kinds of spell and practice scriptures, but now...

Since the brothers and sisters split up a hundred years ago, the spells and techniques here have been separated.

The remaining ones, the slightly more precious, were all presented to Tianyuan Sect by Xu Changfu.

In order to survive, he even gave away ground-level spells.

There is no one left.

Now there are only a bunch of low-level spells, low-level exercises, and some Taoist scriptures and other classics.

Standing in the library pavilion, Fang Lang turned around.

This library had been dusted for many years, but these monks who had been sentenced to hard labor had cleaned it during this time.

At this time, the inside and outside of the library were still clean and tidy.

Walking into the book pavilion, rows of bookshelves are neatly arranged and displayed in an orderly manner.

Although a lot of books have been divided here, there are still a lot of books in it, and there must be tens of thousands of books.

It's just that these are not precious classics, except for low-level spell exercises, more books on astronomy and geography.

The reason why Fang Lang came here today was mainly to check some history of the Tianshan Sect in the past, as well as to see some handwriting left by the Tianzun Daoist to see if he could find some clues.

Tianzun Daoist is from the same world as him, and he is a person from the Ming Dynasty.

So he left a lot of traces of his time, including piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

Walking along the bookshelves, Fang Lang began to take all kinds of books, and when he walked out of the stack of books, he already had a large stack of calligraphy and paintings in his arms.

"There are a lot of handwritings left by this Tianzun. ”

Putting all the calligraphy and paintings on the desk, Fang Lang couldn't help but sigh.

It's less than one-twentieth of that stack, and there's a lot more...

It seems that in the past hundred years, Tianzun has not been idle, and has made so many calligraphy and paintings.

It is no wonder that Fang Lang, who is also the host of the Heavenly Dao System, has a deep understanding.

With this system, there is no need to cultivate, just let the apprentices cultivate.

As long as they sit, their cultivation can increase day by day.

So there's a lot of time left, and if you don't do something, you're going to die.

When Fang Lang was about to start watching, the second apprentice Xuanyuan Cheng came out.

"Report to Master, the patriarchs of the eight major families of Baili Medicine Workshop have come to worship the mountain. ”

Putting down the book that had just turned a page in his hand, Fang Lang said: "Cheng'er, open the mountain to greet them, and invite them to the Ziling Palace." ”

"Yes, Master. ”