The current Fang Nan, after half a month of suffering all the way, the current situation can be described as extremely bad. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

There are many injuries and wear between the legs and wrists, the joints are sore, and the chest is like a big stone pressed, and the movement is a little bigger, and there is a sharp pain.

However, no matter how you say this, these are just physical injuries, for an immortal cultivator like Fang Nan, it is actually nothing, it is good to use elixir to regulate pranayama for a day or two, the key is that in addition, his soul power has already been injured to the foundation after such a long period of overdraft, and the degree of weakness is comparable to the days when he was just reborn.

If you don't have enough time to breathe, I'm afraid you won't want to increase the strength of your soul power from now on.

In comparison, the spiritual power in the body is not a big problem. Originally, Fang Nanlu was still worried about how to unlock the prohibition laid by the ghost spirit ancestor, but as time went by, the prohibition in the body became weaker and weaker, according to this trend, it would completely dissipate in a few days, and then he would be able to fully recover after meditating for a few hours with the help of spirit stones.

Fang Nan's current cultivation is only the eighth layer of qi refining, and the soul power brought over from his previous life is naturally a great help that cannot be discarded at this stage, just by relying on the soul power talisman, it is enough to make Fang Nan feel free about spirit stones before building a foundation, not to mention its various wonderful uses in the fighting method.

"Speaking of spirit stones......

Fang Nan's gaze fell on the storage bag on his waist, and he sighed with a depressed look on his face.

At present, he is not as wealthy as he was when he was in Lingyun Peak before, and the two storage bags he lost not only included most of the belongings he got from Fu Jian, but also took a large number of pills and materials that he had bought in the past few years.

Leaving the Spirit Beast Mountain, there were thousands of spirit stones on Nan's body, and now there were less than a hundred.

The storage bag he recaptured was basically what he had obtained before entering the Spirit Beast Mountain, and its value was far from being comparable to what he had lost, and there were only three magic weapons left.

The silver shark shield, a medium-grade magic weapon, is as powerful as the red flame fan that is extremely unstable but is comparable to a high-grade magic weapon, and a medium-grade flying sword obtained from Bai Lin's hand.

"One night back to the pre-liberation ......"

Fang Nan, who even had the best magic weapon, felt pain when he thought of this, and touched the only storage bag he had, as if he saw the bag drying up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

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In the blink of an eye, three days have passed.

In the past few days, Fang Nan has spent most of his time meditating and pranayama alone in the east wing, most of his physical injuries have healed, and the prohibition of spiritual power is almost as light as nothingness, and it has only been a matter of these two days since he recovered.

As for soul power, it is still a distant thing to recuperate.

It was raining outside the window, and the slightest cool air came through the crack in the window, Fang Nan looked at Li Laoliu and his wife who were choosing vegetables and scraping fish scales under the eaves in the courtyard, and then looked at Li Liang who was playing non-stop on the side, and the corners of his mouth rarely showed a pleasant smile.

The few days he lived in Li Laoliu's house in the name of healing were undoubtedly the most peaceful and leisurely days he had lived since he was reborn.

Originally, there was an extra idle meal in the family, and Li Laoliu's mother-in-law with a knife mouth and tofu heart was still dissatisfied, and buried Li Laoliu a few words openly and secretly, but when Fang Nan followed him to the river the next day, and after showing his skills and catching forty or fifty big fish in one hour, the other party's attitude changed a lot, and then saw that Fang Nan taught Li Liang to read the enlightenment book with good results, and he directly asked Li Liang to call Fang Nan "Mr. Fang" closely.

Thinking of this, Fang Nan couldn't help but be a little funny.

Although he himself has not been exposed to the books of the mortal world in this world, his predecessor has read a lot of books since he was a child, and these are all preserved in the depths of his memory, plus as an immortal cultivator, he can use some means casually to make Li Liang extremely clear-headed when studying, and reading books is naturally twice the result with half the effort.

It's just these two days, under the guidance of Fang Nan, Li Liang memorized six or seven enlightenment articles that he couldn't memorize before, and now when he sees Fang Nan, his little eyes are full of reverence, and he keeps calling "sir" one by one.

The autumn wind suddenly rose, and the rain was heavier, perhaps running more frequently outside the eaves under the eaves, Li Liang's small body was stained with a lot of rainy season, and after his mother laughed and scolded, she got up and went to the house to get a clean dress for Li Liang to change.

The life of this family is obviously rich in the whole village, Fang Nan suddenly felt a little envious, his eyes fell on the stone slabs on the ground, staring at the continuous splashing of rain flowers in the depression, a little stunned.

In his previous life, because of his special background, he worked hard for the highest point of martial arts all his life, and after he was reborn, he was even more because he was repeatedly in crisis, and he had to work hard to improve his strength.

However, this emotion only existed for a moment, and disappeared without a trace under the clarity of Fangnan Lingtai.

Mortals have the pleasure of mortals, and immortal cultivators also have the pursuit of immortals, which is a difficult thing to get both, cultivating immortals is obedient to fate, the long road is long, and in the future, they will become a great road, Ling Tian drinks the earth, immortality, the vicissitudes of mountains and rivers with a snap of their fingers, and the words follow the law when they move their lips, and all of them can be understood by mortals?

Especially now that the situation has changed greatly, the demon path has made a comeback, and even the immortal cultivators can't help themselves, let alone mortals, even if the immortal cultivation world has always had rules that are not present in the mortal world, but there are really high-level monks fighting the law, and the mortals under their feet are still like ants, and they can trample a large piece to death unintentionally, not to mention anything else, the 100,000 blood sacrifice in Qinghe City is still close at hand.

When he looked out of the house again, Fang Nan's eyes had cleared, and after watching silently for a while, he gently closed his eyes, calmed down, and his distracting thoughts were gone, and he settled down again.

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Five days later, in the early hours of the morning.

In less than four days, Li Lao Liu got up, and after rubbing his eyes sleepily, he pushed open the door and walked towards the corner of the central hall.

Yesterday's harvest was good, taking advantage of the fact that it didn't rain in the past two days, I should go to Heyang City as soon as possible to sell the fish, otherwise when the autumn rain starts again, the road will be muddy and difficult to walk, and it will be troublesome.

Lifting the fish basket, Li Lao Liu arrived in front of the door, and subconsciously looked at the left side with the corner of his eye when he put his hand on the deadbolt.

The next moment, when he saw the open door of the east wing, he was stunned for a moment, and quickly put down the fish basket and entered the wing.

The bed was empty, and Fang Nan was still there, but through the moonlight pouring down from the window, he could clearly see what was on the low table in front of the window.

Feeling out a fire fold from under the table, Li Laoliu twisted the oil lamp, looked carefully, but saw a small pile of broken silver, a piece of paper pressed underneath, densely written with a lot of words, squinted for a long time, Li Laoliu only barely recognized the name of his son at the beginning.

Scratching his head, Li Lao Liu turned off the lights, walked to the middle hall, and after looking at the mother-in-law and son who were still sleeping in the west room, he pushed the door and went out to Heyang City under the starlight.