It was late at night when they came out, and the two of them returned to the inn for one night, and left Fang City early the next morning, and flew out of the city to return to Xialing.

Back in Luoxialing, Fang Yan thanked Xiao Feng again and again and took him to see the world. Xiao Feng was also very happy, he bought the magic weapon he had liked for a long time, and he didn't leave a dialect at the moment, so he went into the room to practice.

Fang Yan returned to his home, first hurriedly watered the spiritual field, and then fed some grass to the green cattle, and worked hard all day, and only rested in the evening.

There were a large number of pills to cultivate, and Fang Yan suddenly felt much more relaxed, especially those bottles of medium-grade pills, which made Fang Yan full of expectations. Fang Yan took out the golden flame fruit again, it was only a faint golden on the surface, and the ripe fruit jade slip was recorded as golden-red, let's use it first, the kernel will not survive if it is planted.

It was also a soup medicine, practicing the method, meditating and practicing qi, and soon in the middle of the night, the dialect fell asleep.

The next morning, before the sun rose, Fang Yan climbed to the top of the hill behind the house and sat down on a rock. According to the introduction in the Pure Yang Gong Method, you can use the method to absorb the Purple Yang True Qi in the rising sun, which has the effect of enhancing vitality, strengthening the body, and improving the mana of the fire attribute. The Sun True Fire is the root of all fire attribute spiritual fire spiritual objects, and it is extremely beneficial for refining pure yang and strengthening the physical body.

Fang Yan has an attitude of listening to it in a delusional way, and now the things in the spiritual field can already be done. Soon a round of red sun rose from the east, although it was under the cold of winter, and he could not feel the heat of the sun, but when the dialect ran the pure yang exercises, he still felt a very weak force in his body, and he became ready to move the moment the red sun came. After just running for a week, the whole body felt very warm, as if the whole body was bathed in a fiery aura.

As the sun rose, this feeling gradually weakened a lot, and the cultivation method was only particularly sensitive to the rising sun, and it was enough to practice every morning in the future.

There is nothing to do today, a few pieces of spiritual fields were watered yesterday, as long as you wait until the day after tomorrow to water again. Xingyi decided that the effect was best in the soup bath at night, and it seemed boring in the morning, and he would be jade, and he took out the Kuimudan Sutra that he had never understood, and there was still not a word in the day.

Casually placed on the stone table in the pavilion by the waterhole, the dialect was fascinated for a while. In addition to the superficial exercises brought by the Fang family, only the Spiritual Rain Technique can be practiced, so simply practice the Spiritual Rain Technique against the waterhole.

Now that the spiritual rain technique of the dialect has officially reached the first level, a rain mist of several feet in size can be formed under full strength, and it only takes one day to irrigate fifty acres of spiritual field, after all, the spiritual valley and white fruit trees planted in the spiritual field do not have high requirements for spiritual energy and water.

Soon he saw a trickle of water gathering on the cliff under the pavilion, and the water mist floated up and swirled and fell with the wind, and the water mist splashed the clothes of the dialect, but he didn't care, and tried his best to improve the spiritual rain technique, expanding the scope of the rain as much as possible. The dialect gradually seemed to enter an ethereal state, and there was only spiritual rain in his eyes, as if there was no joy or sorrow.

I don't know how long it took, Fang Yan suddenly woke up from this state, the reason was that his mana had been exhausted, and his meridians were a little sore by himself. Fang Yan felt a lot of enlightenment in an instant, and quickly sat down cross-legged and carefully recalled his realization.

After more than an hour, Fang Yan slowly opened his eyes, this time he gained a lot, and he had a vague feeling about the spell itself. The Tao is natural, the rain and mist in the air and the water attribute mana in the body seem to be very compatible at that moment, as if everything is not born out of thin air, the Tao is born from the heart, the heart moves with the law, everything seems so natural.

Something that surprised Fang Yan even more was that suddenly he saw that the little golden book was open, but he clearly had the impression that he had closed it. What happened, someone came? I searched for a long time but there was no sign of it. After thinking about it, and waiting for the mana to recover some, he just sprinkled the little book with a little spiritual rain, and saw that the little golden book seemed to come to life, and lines of small green characters appeared on the book, and many words in the dialect were unknown.

This kind of ancient script only began to appear in ancient times tens of thousands of years ago, and with the evolution of the cultivation realm, slowly some characters have been lost or no longer used, while some characters have been replaced or changed the way they are written, and only a small part is still in use. It just so happened that the four words of the Kuimudan Sutra continued, otherwise I wouldn't even know what kind of book it was.

The dialect hurriedly wrote down the words displayed, and the monk himself had a strong memory, and strung together the words he knew and the words he didn't know, and even the slightest bit of it was guessed, to the effect that this was a book on spiritual plants and alchemy, and it was an ancient inheritance. Fang Yan was overjoyed suddenly, no wonder that Shui Yunmen took great pains to find Liu Mingyuan, in fact, it was because he got this book, and the three monks who were fighting for the body probably never dreamed that things would be like this, and this book could only be opened in this way.

Ancient inheritance, what a chance it takes to get it. Now that Liu Mingyuan should also be a person with a deep fate, and the Danjing Pure Yang Exercises he obtained are all things with great origins. But where did that blue orb come from, it is certain that it is not from Liu Mingyuan, otherwise the Jin family monk would not be able to help him at all.

Could it be that demon beast, now he knows that it is a pufferfish beast, a first-class top-level demon beast, but it was killed by Liu Mingyuan. It is estimated that he was bleeding before death and was accidentally recognized by the beads, but after entering, he died inside, and then the aura was absorbed by the blue beads. Who knew that it was accidentally obtained by the dialect, and it happened to complete the recognition of the master, and then as long as the dialect was consumed excessively, the blue bead would automatically protect the lord, and that cool air was the spiritual power refined by the blue bead.

I see, all the mysteries were solved today, and Fang Yan was in a good mood for a while, and he couldn't help but howl three times. Suddenly, I vaguely heard a sound of "pop" in my body, and a barrier collapsed suddenly, and the aura in my body poured out like a river that opened the floodgates.

It's really not over if you don't scare the dialect stupidly, the successive happy events have made the dialect stunned, and even the many deaths and several earth-shattering gains are dwarfed by today. Fang Yan couldn't believe that this was true, and pinched himself several times, and his body was red and purple before he slowly believed it.

After a while, Xiao Feng's servant came to ask what was going on, it turned out that he heard his whistling and was afraid that something was wrong, so he came over to ask. Fang Yan simply said that he had advanced, took out two pots of good wine and asked him to hand them over to Xiao Feng, and took out two spirit stones to the servant. The man didn't dare to accept it, so he put it off for a long time before he reluctantly accepted it, and ran back happily.

Fang Yan tried his best to stabilize his mind, but he couldn't be so happy and sad that he reluctantly returned to the practice room, and it took a long time to control his mind and begin to stabilize the realm he had just improved. After practicing for a day as usual, after inhaling the rising sun early the next morning, Fang Yan took out a few jade slips. Now he is at the second level of Qi training, and he can practice two methods, one is the Fireball Technique, the exercises in the Xingyi Decision, which are available in most exercises, and the other is that he can practice the Jin Yan Decision in the Spirit Planting Technique, which is mainly used to kill the pests that breed in the Spirit Grass.

In this way, the dialect rearranged the time, practicing pure yang gong on the top of the mountain in the morning, spiritual planting techniques in the morning, practicing sword techniques and Kuimudan Sutra in the afternoon, and taking a bath in the evening to practice Xingyi Determination. It was decomposed in one day, almost except for sleeping and cultivating, and he was tired enough after a few days, but Fang Yan was still happy to do it, as if he had returned to the cultivation life of the Fang family at that time.

Even Xiao Feng was amazed by the dialect's approach, on the second day of the dialect's advancement, Xiao Feng refined the newly purchased magic weapon, and made a special trip to congratulate the dialect, who knew that he was cultivating as soon as he came, and then he once shouted dialect to drink, and when the servant came, he said that he was practicing, Xiao Feng admired it very much after knowing it, no wonder that a monk with five spiritual roots in dialect actually advanced in less than half a year after joining the sect.

A month passed in the blink of an eye, and the dialect went through the stage of rapid growth of mana after advancement, and then slowly stabilized. Although the cultivation of several exercises is different and has its own emphasis, the rough wind and horses are not related, but it boils down to the fact that the mana is getting deeper and deeper, and the meridians are becoming more tenacious and open.

This is a cultivation path that the dialect has never been exposed to, and he never thought that he would be too busy cultivating before, because his monk is either doing nothing all day long like his father used to, or he is busy earning spirit stones, and he has been in retreat for years and decades.

Gradually, along the way of his own cultivation, Fang Yan knew that he cultivated mana step by step, and he was restricted by his qualifications, and he could never go too far, and only by fighting for a first-line opportunity like now, bravely and diligently, and never slacking off, could he win a chance. Tonight, he is going to try the new decoction again, how effective it is, I think it should be better than what he uses now, the benefits of the improvement of the meridians of the body, so that the dialect eats the marrow and knows the taste, and he is reluctant to put it down.

First, take out the core of the Golden Flame Fruit and plant it in the space, and then pour it all into the big ding to boil according to the recipe of the decoction. The other medicines are all ripe in the space, only this Golden Flame Fruit is still a year away, I don't know if it will affect the effect of the decoction, and this is still one of the main medicines.

Half an hour later, the red decoction, the dialect nodded slightly, and the decoction described in the decoction recipe was this color. Fang Yan gently entered the decoction, slowly squatted down, the decoction gradually did not pass the top of his head, this time Fang Yan did not come in with the elixir, he was not familiar with the medicinal properties, be careful.

Soon he felt that the medicinal power of this decoction was obviously much more violent than the previous one. As soon as he entered Dingzhong, he felt a huge medicinal force burrowing into his body, and the musculoskeletal and even meridians of his whole body suddenly felt a heart-rending pain.

It didn't take long for the dialect to become more painful, and his teeth clenched and made a clanging sound. This air flow seemed to be blocked by something, gathering in a strange position in the meridians, gathering more and more and repeatedly colliding, fortunately, it did not delay too long, and the meridians that he did not know before were rushed away, and a force entered it suddenly, and the mana ran in the meridians, and suddenly rushed through several places in a row, forming a Zhou Tian.

According to the Pure Yang Gong, these are the nine major yang veins in the human body, which are parallel to the Twelve Heavenly Meridians and Eight Strange Meridians, and belong to the sub-meridians of the one hundred and eight sutras mentioned in the ancient Taoist scriptures. These nine yang veins are based on the body and belong to the scope of physical cultivation, but they focus on the yang meridians, which is relatively rare in physical cultivation.

Slowly, this air flow, which was called Yuan Li by Pure Yang Gong, became faster and faster in this newly opened vein, and the decoction faded little by little, and finally became like clear water. And the surface of the dialect began to squeeze out some black filth, making the water in the tripod muddy.

Another week, Fang Yan stood up, climbed out of the tripod, grabbed the big tripod with both hands, and lifted the big tripod to the edge of the pool to pour out the sewage. Then put the ding away, jumped into the pool, and swam comfortably. Pure Yang Gong has been practiced for more than half a year, and today is the real entry, and now the power of dialects has increased exponentially, and the body and bones are no less than ordinary demon beasts, and it is recorded in the classics that in ancient times, the story of human beings fighting with demon beasts in the wilderness, dialects are now fully believed.

After swimming for a while, Fang Yan washed his whole body, changed into a set of clean clothes, and returned to the practice room. With the improvement of the physical body, the impurities in the body have decreased a lot, the mana has become pure, and the effect of absorbing spiritual energy has improved a lot. Fang Yan swallowed two Yellow Bud Pills in one bite, the spiritual power of one was far from sufficient, and the spiritual power in the body was in accordance with the familiar meridian route of the shape and meaning, running day by week, and the mana of the dantian qi sea slowly increased by one point.

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