Chapter 314: Half a Year

After discovering that Wang An woke up, the blood jade cactus on the side was blurred for a while, and appeared in front of Wang An again, holding a small blood-colored slap in his arms, looking at Wang An a little shyly. Fastest updates

"Brother, I... I didn't come here on purpose, I'm leaving. The Blood Jade Cactus muttered to Wang An, and after taking a look at the Enlightenment Tea Tree, it turned into a red light and walked back to the medicine garden.

After building the foundation on the twelfth floor, Wang An was in a happy mood, and after giving some instructions to the blood jade cactus, he once again left the Eight Desolations Earthquake Tower.

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After advancing to the twelfth layer of foundation building, Wang An once again resumed his peaceful cultivation days.

He began to accept various alchemy tasks, and from time to time he also helped the sect to refine pills voluntarily.

Mu Tianhan's disciples, with a super high rate of Cheng Dan, are basically top-grade pills, and Wang An's name disappeared in the Medicine King Valley and spread to everyone.

Many people because of Wang An after getting the title of the King of Medicine, it was a flash in the pan, Jiang Lang was exhausted, and he couldn't imagine that after being immersed for so long, Wang An finally let the world once again see his extraordinary alchemy level.

Regarding Wang An's performance, Mu Tianhan is looking at it in his eyes and happy in his heart.

In addition to alchemy, Wang An also secretly studied the knowledge of the magic circle, talisman making, refining tools and other knowledge in the gate, and he was already preparing to refine his Eight Desolation Sword.

At the same time, he occasionally went to study the weirdness of Wolong Peak with Xiao Jin, but he was always at a loss and couldn't find any difference there.

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As soon as he has time, Wang An will go to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, in addition to reading various classics, it is to help Fang expand and clean the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and play chess with him.

To Wang An's great surprise, Fang Tuo could easily answer all kinds of doubts about cultivation when he encountered them, including alchemy, talisman making, refining tools, and other questions.

When Wang An asked him how he knew so much, Fang Tuo always smiled and said to Wang An that he had been with the old pavilion master for a long time, and he knew a lot of things.

Sometimes, Wang An would take Fang Tuo to the back mountain to hunt demon beasts, barbecue, stir-fry, make soup, all kinds of methods, one old, one young and one turtle, drinking a little wine, extremely comfortable.

Fang Tuo seemed to know that Xiao Jin was not an ordinary turtle, and asked Wang An to treat this little thing well, but he didn't know that Xiao Jin could actually speak people.

On this day, Wang An and Fang Tuo were once again on the hill in the back mountain, eating barbecue meat in large pieces and drinking spiritual wine in a large bowl.

The evening breeze is blowing, the sunset is picturesque, the forest is dyed, one old and one young, with a red face, sitting in the afterglow of the sunset and talking for a long time.

"Alas, it's time to go back!" Fang Tuo slowly stood up.

Standing in the evening breeze, his robe fluttering, and bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun, Fang Tuo's body seemed to exude the atmosphere of endless vicissitudes of time

The world's heroes are outstanding to my generation, and they don't know where to return when they enter the immortal road.

Immortality talks and laughs, but it is better to get drunk tonight.

Refining Qi Zhuji asked Jin Dan, when will the Yuan Infant God fly.

The sky and the earth are full of white bones, how many people will return to the Nine Thunder Tribulation?

Suddenly, Fang Tuo opened his mouth to recite, word by word, which seemed to reveal the countless calamities of cultivation, those dazed, dangerous opportunities, white bones everywhere, and a few people retreated under the thunder tribulation.

At this moment, I don't know if it was an illusion or drunk, Wang An felt that Fang Tuo was vaguely fused with heaven and earth, although there was no spiritual energy rolling around him, and the spiritual pressure fluctuating, it was just that he was so perfectly in tune with heaven and earth.

The momentum on his body has changed vaguely, becoming hazy and mysterious.

"Uh, Grandpa Fang, what's wrong with you?" Wang An asked Fang Tuo in a daze with a wine burp.

"Hahaha, nothing, a little emotional for a while, the little guy go back. ”

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At another time, Wang An took Fang Tuo down the mountain from time to time, went to the mundane bazaar to go shopping, and ate all kinds of snacks and grains in the world.

Wang An would pull the reluctant Fang Tuo to buy clothes and shoes, and would pull him to the theater.

At this moment, Wang An seemed to have returned to his youth, and in the days with Fang Tuo, he vaguely felt a trace of family warmth.

Wang An bought fishing rods and hooks, one old and one young, and went fishing in the river.

Every time he fishes, Jin will make trouble, bite fish out of the river to play, and this little guy doesn't eat fish.

Wang An, in addition to being curious about Fang Tuo's identity, thought that Fang Tuo was actually an old man in his twilight, an old man who had been lonely for half his life and had been accompanying him in the Scripture Pavilion.

After Fang Tuo helped him several times, he, Wang An, regarded this old man as his relative in this world.

In the blink of an eye, half a year has passed since such dull days.

Wang An didn't know that in the days when he accompanied Fang Tuo, Fang Tuo's temperament changed day by day, and there was a very peculiar aura vaguely, which was a kind of calm that was like a fairy and not contaminated with the fireworks in the world.

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In the past six months, the news of Jin Dingtian's injury spread all over Jinlingzhou.

The Holy Demon Sect, which had always been at odds with the Golden Spirit Sect, was vaguely presumptuous, and often let his disciples invade the territory of the Golden Spirit Sect.

After half a year of evolution, not only was the situation not controlled, but it seemed to be getting more and more intense, and the two factions drew their swords and crossbows, and the atmosphere was very tense.

Wang An was always paying attention to the changes in the Golden Spirit Sect, and he was also working hard to cultivate the Thousand Transformations Technique.

Jin Lingzhu is in the Jin Lingzong, and Wang An has already coveted it.

After checking the information, he knew that there was a mysterious forbidden place in the Golden Spirit Sect, the Golden Spirit Full Pool! The Golden Spirit Bead was in that Spirit Pool.

Around this spiritual pond is planted a very rare ancient spirit tree golden vein tree, this kind of tree can gather rich golden aura, and the leaves are golden yellow, which is very beautiful.

Cultivating under these spirit trees can accelerate the absorption of golden spiritual energy.

In addition, these spirit trees are also excellent refining materials.

Speaking of the materials for refining weapons, the phoenix eye soul bamboo that Wang An obtained in the Ten Thousand Ancient Demon Cave is a forbidden thing; Wang An has now cut down two of them and placed them in the Eight Desolations Earthquake Tower, this thing does not dare to take it out easily without time precipitation. Although this thing has been extinct for a long time, there may be people who know it.

Knowing that this golden spirit bead could not be obtained at the moment, Wang An was not in a hurry, he already had a plan in his heart.

Wang An cultivated in the door step by step, visiting Fang Tuo, or going to see the changes in Wolong Peak.

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July 15, night, Wolong Creek.

On this night, the moonlight sprinkled the earth like water, and the earth was clear, and the sky was full of stars.

In the past fifteen nights, Wang An has also been here to check before, but tonight he weirdly feels that there is a trace of abnormality here.

The Wolong Stone of Wolong Creek was still swaying in the wind, letting out a series of whimpering.

The moonlight reflects the stones, Wolong Peak, the bright moon, and the lake!

In the lake, as the moon moved, Wang An vaguely felt that the temperature around him seemed to have risen a little.