The small movements of the two little guys naturally fell into Fang Nan's eyes, and he shook his head slightly, feeling a little funny in his heart. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

At this time, it was almost dusk, and after he explained to Tang Huan in the morning, he and Jiang Guyue rushed all the way back to Fucheng, but fortunately, Longyan was still in the Taoist temple, so the two of them saw this young foundation building uncle almost without any twists and turns.

After some conversation, he and Jiang Guyue retired together, and as soon as they stepped out of the door, they saw the scene of the Taoist boy dozing off outside the door. This made Fang Nan cry and laugh, and he was also a little interested, and asked Jiang Guyue to go back to his residence first, while he stood quietly beside him, wanting to see what happened next.

And whether it was the perseverance of the little Dao boy called Qingfeng before, or the desire for immortal cultivation revealed by Mingyue, and the various responses of the two when they were later reprimanded by the purple-robed Daoist, they all fell in Fang Nan's eyes, making him feel a little emotional.

I think that when I was just reborn, the age of this body was only fourteen or fifteen years old, and at that time, I was involved in many disputes and murders by mistake, and struggled many times to be freed.

However, the biggest difference between him and the two of them is that he has a spiritual root, although he was banned by the great monk and his cultivation speed was extremely slow, but after all, he changed his fate, if his reborn body did not have a spiritual root, it would be difficult to survive in this bizarre world with some foundation in his previous life alone. Even, maybe out of fantasy about the immortal Dao, he would desperately want to join the Taiqing Taoist Temple and become a Taoist child, pondering day and night how to touch the method of cultivating immortals.

His eyes swept over Qingfeng and Mingyue, and he sighed secretly, this world is so cruel, let your comprehension wisdom root be the dragon and phoenix among people, as long as there is no spiritual root, you can only be separated from the immortal path like a moat, there is no room at all.

These two Taoist children are very good, and the Taoist boy named Qingfeng has great perseverance, if he can carry the spiritual root, he must be able to achieve a certain realm, but now he can only spend his life in this small Taoist temple, which is really a pity.

But no matter what, these are just two mortals, and he naturally doesn't bother to bother with anything.

Fang ...... Uncle Fang?"

Fang Nan muttered here, but the purple-robed Taoist couldn't hold back his uneasy emotions, and said tentatively: "Is the meeting of several uncles over, or should I let these two little things get out of the way first, and then take my uncle to the residence to rest for a while?"

"The end is the end, as for the temporary residence, the elders in the door have already arranged it the day before yesterday, so there is no need to worry about Master An's nephew. Fang Nan glanced at him, and suddenly said with a smile: "But these two little guys are quite interesting, in my opinion, that punishment is not necessary, what do you think?"

"This ......"

The purple-robed Daoist was stunned, but he didn't expect Fang Nan to care about this little thing, and he couldn't help but slander in his heart, with the status gap between himself and the other party, he dared to have any objections, but he naturally didn't dare to show the slightest hint on his face, and bowed respectfully and said, "Disciple obeys." ”

"Hmm. ”

After Fang Nan glanced at a few people, he didn't linger any longer, and walked towards the arch.

Qingfeng raised his head cautiously and glanced at Mingyue, but found that his friend also happened to look over, glanced at each other, and saw the look of happiness in each other's eyes, and couldn't help but smile knowingly.

"This time, if you two are lucky, you can actually let Uncle Fang open your mouth to pardon, and let me catch it next time, but it's not that simple, do you understand?" Seeing the two of them like this, the purple-robed Taoist snorted coldly.

"Understood, thank you, uncle. The two hurriedly put their joy away and said solemnly.

After a while, Mingyue's little eyes rolled, and her delicate little face showed a little curiosity, and she looked up at the purple-robed Taoist and asked carefully: "Uncle Shi, who was that person just now, is it the ancestor of Guanli?

"Patriarch?"

The purple-robed Taoist sneered, shook the dust in his hand, and said coldly: "I am delusional about how to cultivate immortals all day long, and the real immortals are in front of me, but I don't realize it, and they are really two fools." ”

"Immortals?"

Qingfeng Mingyue was dumbfounded at the same time, and immediately reacted, and hurriedly looked back, but saw that the hall outside the arch was heavy, Gu Bai Sensen, where could I still see Fang Nan's back.

............

The sky was getting dark, and on the bed in the Taoist temple, Fang Nan sat cross-legged, holding a pale yellow jade slip in his hand, his eyes flashed slightly, thoughtful.

In the main hall before, he and Jiang Guyue roughly recounted to Long Yan what they had encountered and what they knew, and unexpectedly, Long Yan didn't seem too surprised by these changes and emergencies, just asked a few words of detail, and after asking Fang Nan to hand over the dark red bowl, he told the two to rest and wait in the Taoist temple, and then picked up the teacup and let the two leave.

This made Fang Nan and Jiang Guyue a little confused, and they could only go back to their rooms to wait for Long Yan's next arrangement.

Thinking of this, Fang Nan shook his head a little helplessly, in a way, this senior uncle seemed to be too confident, and he didn't look at the strength displayed by the Blood Demon Altar at all.

However, speaking of which, Long Yan's attitude naturally has its confidence, after all, the strength of a foundation building monk is really far from that of qi refining, whether it is Huang Hanzhi or the rest of those qi refining monks who have been improved by demonic techniques, Fang Nan may feel extremely tricky to face, but for foundation building monks, it is often just a matter of a casual blow.

At the moment, Nan's concern is that what is the identity of the Blood Demon Altar Master who has never shown up, he can come up with such a powerful evil sect technique to cultivate his subordinates, and he can control others through the unique blood demon mark of the Taiqing Immortal Sect, thinking that it is definitely not an ordinary person, this feeling of jealousy, even if he has Long Yan in charge, he can't eliminate the slightest feeling.

"Forget it, the real result will have to wait until the right one to know, and it's useless to speculate more now. ”

After thinking for a while, Fang Nan rubbed his forehead, frowned and pulled away his thoughts, his eyes fell on the jade slip in his hand, and then slowly closed his eyes and pasted the jade slip on his forehead.

Before leaving the mountain gate, he had basically stabilized the realm of the twelfth layer of qi refining, and originally according to the plan, he should have swallowed the broken foundation pill obtained from the ink jade condensation, so as to accumulate his cultivation to the perfection of qi refining.

However, now that he has an expatriate assignment, there may be an unexpected situation at any time, so he is naturally not suitable for this retreat and cultivation, but this "Hundred Veins Quenching Formula" obtained from Huang Hanzhi can take the time to browse first and make some preparations for possible cultivation in the future.