Liuyunzi still said to himself, the two dialects sat aside and listened quietly, only the three of them were seated in the room, all the servants were sent back by Liuyunzi - the night was already dark, Liuyunzi's residence was far away from the hustle and bustle of the city, there was silence all around, and the sound of insects outside the window could be heard.

"When the nephew saw the old man, he was already so old, and he knew what kind of person the old man was when he was young. Hehe, I won't tell you the truth, the old man's genius is far better than you, he is the qualification of the three spiritual roots of water and earth, a natural spiritual planter, after entering the 'door', he has continued to have opportunities, and his cultivation is even smoother, and he has become the core disciple of the sect' at a young age. ”

Liuyunzi's thinking is very out-of-the-box, and even the dialect sometimes feels like he can't keep up. I don't know if he was talking about it tonight, or if it was the sting of a few glasses of spiritual wine, the conversation box was out of control as soon as it opened, and even the things he had when he was young were also said.

But the old man has never been satisfied for a day, and he is still tirelessly looking for opportunities, always thinking of going further. Until one time he encountered the calculations of others and almost broke his family, but that person was the person the old man trusted the most. ”

Since then, the old man has become suspicious, he dare not trust anyone, and even his previous beliefs have been shaken, becoming more and more depressed, and his Dao heart is no longer firm. By the time the old man came out of it, it had been tens of hundreds of years, everything around him had changed dramatically, and it was impossible to go back to the past, so he had to rely on his spiritual talent to spend his days chatting in this 'gate' from the fire, which was far from the scenery you saw. ”

"If I say that my nephew is luckier than me and has caught up with this catastrophe, I don't know what you will think?" Looking at Fang Yan's widening eyes, Liuyunzi smiled and said, "Those who are lucky in the atmosphere will have a great calamity, on the other hand, how can the time of the catastrophe not give birth to people with great luck, when the old man understands this truth, it is too late, but the time is in time, it depends on how you understand and face it." ”

"Persistence should not be light, intentions should not be heavy, the catastrophe must be together, always keep the heart, do not be trapped by things, there will be a place for teachers and nephews in the world of cultivating immortals, and the patients are nothing more than the word 'sex'. There is no need to be afraid of the catastrophe outside, the heart catastrophe is the key point, how many talented people are repeatedly incomprehensible, every time they are deeply involved, the teacher and nephew understand the 'sex' of the people, and there is an atmospheric luck, coinciding with such a catastrophe, how can a fortune be able to say clearly. ”

The dialect of a seat is like falling clouds, as if there is some enlightenment, but it is hazy and seems to be blocked, recalling the various experiences since the cultivation, Liuyunzi's words are almost in a word, but there are also many unclear places, the more I think about it, the more confused I become.

Fang Yan looked ahead in a daze, alone in a daze, but he didn't hear a word of what Liuyunzi said next. Qingluan was reminded of 'desire' on the side, and Liuyunzi hurriedly stopped talking to stop her, and she could not be interrupted at this time, and the dialect was in a very rare state of self-realization for monks.

It doesn't take long to 'befriend' with Liuyunzi, but the dialect has benefited a lot from it, and the two seem to have a natural tacit understanding, often Liuyunzi's three words will make the dialect suddenly, or make him resonate, and he can be a mentor and friend on the road to dialect cultivation.

I saw that at this time, the dialect was like a dream, muttering to myself from time to time that I didn't know what to say, and occasionally suddenly standing up and dancing, which made people look extremely strange and unaware. Qingluan looked surprised and worried, this kind of thing had happened in the dialect when he was in the family, but Liuyunzi was complacent, and he was very pleased with the dialect's performance.

After a long time, the dialect slowly calmed down, and suddenly said, "It is fate, if it is not a chance, it will be a disaster, such as rivers, mud and sand, and the red dust of the fairy road is like this." The words of the elders must be remembered by the disciples. ”

"Taught. After speaking, Fang Yan shook it to the end, and respectfully gave Liuyunzi a big salute.

"Hehe, there is no need for this, it is also the opportunity of the master and nephew, otherwise it is useless for others to talk about it. Since ancient times, those who have become the Great Dao have indispensable talents, and the experience of chance is indispensable, and the great sect 'gate' has a deep intention to cultivate disciples, and the 'gate' of the fire has been lacking in this regard, so this calamity will eventually occur. "Unconsciously, Liuyunzi pulled the words to the Lihuo 'Gate' again, which shows that this sect 'Gate' that he has stayed in for more than 200 years has been completely integrated into the flesh and blood.

The heavens will 'want' to know, a few people chatted all night, and the dialect suddenly had an epiphany, but in just one night, it will have an important impact on the immortal path of the dialect, which I am afraid even he does not know. A few people didn't feel tired at all, and they still talked about 'sex' without diminishing, and Qingluan was the first time to come into contact with such a scene, listening to a good teacher like Liuyunzi talk about it, without a trace of tiredness.

After a long night of talking, the dialect feels like drinking alcohol, and the more you drink, the more you can't stop 'wanting'. It wasn't until dawn that the two had to leave, because Liuyunzi was going to work, and Lieyang City gave him such a high salary, not for nothing, but because he had to do things for Xiancheng in a down-to-earth manner, he could enjoy it for a long time.

Suddenly, Fang Yan remembered another intention of his own intention, and said his thoughts a little proudly, but Liu Yunzi didn't care, and directly asked people to take his 'jade' card and take Fang Yan to find the steward of Lingzhi Pavilion in Lieyang City, and said that it was a disciple recommended by him, and he would find an errand in Lingzhi Pavilion first, and the residence would be easily solved.

This is a good idea, anyway, the purpose of the dialect here is to build a foundation, as long as the spiritual energy is strong, it doesn't matter where you live, and the place where the spiritual field is located generally has a spiritual vein, this is not a desolate place like the fortress camp, and the place that can be left as a spiritual field is all a place where the spiritual energy is abundant.

It didn't take long for the dialect to appear on the shore of a lake in the city of Burning Sun. The man took the dialect to the Lingzhi Pavilion in Xiancheng, took out Liuyunzi's identity card, and without saying a word, the steward directly arranged the dialect here, or did his old job, served as a disciple of Lingzhi, and took care of dozens of acres of spiritual fields.

It seems that Liuyunzi's reputation is not only in the sect's 'gate', but also quite useful in this Burning Sun City, and he is respected wherever he goes.

It was close to the edge of Sun City, and you could see the towering walls in the distance from a high vantage point. The lake is turquoise, the shadows of the trees are swaying, the lake surface blows a breeze from time to time, mixed with the refreshing aura, this lake must be a place where the aura is deposited, maybe there is a spiritual vein at the bottom of the lake is not known, living here is far stronger than the inn outside.

There are seven spiritual fields by the lake, which is the place where the dialect will work in the future, and a large number of low-level spiritual grasses have been planted in it, most of which are used to refine the pill 'medicine'. And Fang Yan's task is to take care of these spiritual grasses, which is easy for him, and in this place where spiritual energy is abundant, he can just save a lot of time to cultivate.

There are two tiled houses on the edge of the field, where the dialect is the new residence, although it is simple, but it is better because of the strong aura, and it is very close to the spiritual field, which is convenient for daily care. Qingluan was overjoyed when he came here, and went straight to the house to clean and decorate, and soon smoke rose from the roof, and the two finally settled down in the city.

It's just that Fang Yan still has one thing to do, that is, Fang Tong told him, the family will send a few potential disciples in the near future, and they will follow him in the future to find another way to survive in this catastrophe. Because it may have been sent by Fang Tong himself, Fang Yan had to find a place for them to live, and they couldn't crowd together in such a humble place.

And the dialect here is not going to be exposed, on the way to Lieyang City, he and Qingluan were attacked halfway, and the people of the family are inseparable, who knows if that person will hit these children who came, if it is really Fang Yuan, it is very likely that his old 'traitor' is cunning, that is not equivalent to 'exposing' the whereabouts of the dialect.

Things settled down a little, and the next day Fang Yan quietly left, and came to the main neighborhood of Sun City, searching the world in the middle of the city, looking for a place to settle them. At the end of another day, the inn was still not found, but half of the courtyard was rented, and finally there was a place to stay, at least much better than when they first arrived.

This was still heard by chance from a coachman, and this news alone 'costed' him twenty spirit stones. This is a relatively remote courtyard in the west area of Xiancheng, it looks like the residence of the original inhabitants in this city, the buildings in it are chaotic, the monks and mortals are full of them, there are only a few people in the house of the owner of the small courtyard, and there are not so many rooms, so the rest of the cleaning is rented out in one place, and it is divided into half a courtyard.

However, under such conditions, the cost is really not low, and it costs five hundred spirit stones per month, and it looks like he loves to rent or not. The housing in Lieyang City is too tight, and in desperation, Fang Yan had to pinch his nose and admit it, and 'paid' the house money for three months in advance, and there will be no such shop in this village after that, so I am afraid that even this kind of place will be full if I wait.

In the next few days, Fang Yan slowly adapted to his new identity and life, and cultivation was officially put on the agenda, with Qingluan's help, the little things in the spiritual field, basically he didn't need to be too 'bothered', just occasionally cast a Rongmu trick, infuse some spiritual vitality, the spiritual field is full of 'flowers' grass and trees, these things are also very convenient.

Dozens of acres of spiritual fields are as vibrant as ever, as long as the steward of the Lingzhi Pavilion comes here, they will really praise a few words, but in the barren grass around the spiritual field, there are a lot of things, those are Qingluan's treasures, and a nest of spirit beasts is hiding in them. A pair of ichthyosaurs and beasts also secretly put into the lake, and I don't know how many fish and shrimp will suffer.

Fang Yan has been cultivating every day, although he already has Zhuji Dan in his hand, but his current cultivation is only at the ninth level of Qi refining, and he is still some distance away from the Great Perfection, but the Great Tribulation is 'approaching' step by step, and he can't afford to slack off, and he seizes all the time to cultivate every day.

Even the cultivation of spells was stopped by him, in fact, everything that has nothing to do with the growth of cultivation is no longer cultivated, and the mind of a 'door' revolves around building a foundation, and only when he crosses this biggest 'gate' threshold can the dialect have the strength to talk about other things.

And whether it was the elders of the family or the two elders who had left the Fire Gate, they were all encouraging him to let go of the burden of the spiritual root and build the foundation with all his might. In fact, before the trial of life and death, Fang Yan's confidence in foundation building was still not large, and in the small realm of the Qi cultivation period, every breakthrough was 'desire' to give birth to 'desire' and 'desire' to die, not to mention that when stepping into the foundation building period, how many monks fell on the 'door' threshold.

It wasn't until after the trial that the dialect's confidence increased greatly, and the source was the inexhaustible Zhuji Dan in the space, as long as he cultivated to the point where he could build a foundation, he would swallow these two Zhuji Dan, even if he didn't succeed once, he could refine it himself without any scruples, and then there would be a lot of Dan 'medicine' in hand, and no matter how bad the spiritual root was, he would have to pile up a foundation, and his cultivation had not been practiced like this all along.