The last item in the gray storage bag was a gourd dialect and felt curious, there was such a magic weapon, so I picked it up and practiced it with mana for a long time, and then I barely opened it, it turned out that this gourd was just a magic weapon that specialized in storing various liquids, and the space was not small, enough to put more than a thousand catties. It was divided into four compartments, and only one contained something, poured it out and smelled it, scolded the drunkard, and threw the gourd back into his storage bag. Don't waste it, find a chance to sell it in the future, there are many drunkards in the cultivation realm.

Fang Yan made up his mind, this harvest is too big, you have to clean it up carefully, the useful ones are hidden in the blue bead space, and the useless ones are sold for spirit stones, but you must be careful to sell the stolen goods, don't show your feet. Suddenly remembered that there was a small golden book, it seemed to be a Dan Sutra, and the things related to the pills were the most lacking in the Fang family, so he quickly found out that it was a word, that is, the Kuimu Dan Sutra was written on the cover, and the pages inside were all blank.

I don't know if other methods work, and the dialect uses several methods, such as water immersion and fire roasting, and squeezing a few drops of blood on it, but there is no change, it is still a blank. At this time, he only had a dead heart, put the spirit stone pill and other commonly used things into his storage bag, and used one storage bag to hold it if he didn't need it for a while, and the other storage bag contained the bones of the demon beast, and finally put a few bags on the dirt bag in the space, and then withdrew.

After finishing all this, Fang Yan looked for healing pills among those pills, and found healing pills that were useful to him. There are more than a dozen bottles of pills, almost all of them are commonly used cultivation pills such as Qi Refining Pill Huang Ya Dan, only two bottles are unrecognizable, one of them has only one pill, and when it is just opened, it smells pungent blood, and the other bottle contains three silver-white pills, and the spiritual power obviously exceeds that of other pills.

Fang Yan thought about it, and still quietly discussed it with his father, and there were some things that he could tell him selectively. The next day, Fang Yan came to Fang Tong, solemnly in Fang Tong's cultivation room, first asked Fang Tong to check again, and after making sure that there was no one, he told him about the matter one by one, but he didn't dare to say anything about the blue beads, and said a rough idea of other things.

Fang Tong nodded, he had long guessed that Fang Yan would not be so simple that night, he didn't return overnight, and so many things happened outside the city that night, and strange things kept going on after Fang Yan came back. However, when Fang Yan took out the contents of the storage bag, he was still startled, so many spirit stones, spiritual objects, elixir talismans, and magic weapons, he couldn't believe it.

Fang Tong immediately let Fang Yan put it away by himself, how could he covet his son's chance. But Fang Yan insisted on refusing, only saying that he didn't need it at all now, and besides, he still had a lot of things he hadn't taken out, like the one in the largest storage bag, which was even more terrifying. Unable to resist the dialect, Fang Tong had no choice but to choose some elixir talismans and take away most of the spirit stones, and those few magic weapons of unknown origin could only be carefully shot by his father.

And those two bottles of pills, Fang Tong only recognized one bottle, called Xueyun Dan, which was a pill used in the high-level of qi refining, full of spiritual power and medicinal slowness, very rare, Fang Tong only took one pill, which was used for auxiliary purposes in the middle of the impact, and the other two pills should be collected by Fang Yan. The other bottle of Fang Tong didn't know it, smelling a strong bloody breath, guessing that it might be used to increase the blood of the monk, and the medicine was fierce, so he hurriedly told Fang Yan not to take it indiscriminately.

In the end, Fang Tong took out two jade slips, one was Fang Yan's grandfather's swordsmanship experience, and the other was Fang Tong's own cultivation experience, copied it and handed it to Fang Yan, let him take care of his injuries, seize the time to practice, and told Fang Yan that there were still two months, and when it was time for the sect to open the mountain gate to recruit disciples, he asked Fang Yan to make more preparations recently, and when the time came, he would take him there. Then he carefully told Fang Yan a few words, and said some things that the cultivation realm should pay attention to, and then let Fang Yan leave.

When I returned home, Fang Yan had nothing to do, and I didn't dare to practice too much, so I simply moved into the study again, practiced for an hour every day, and the rest of the time was just a jade slip, slowly recovering from my injuries. After half a month, Fang Yan's injuries were finally healed for the most part, during which Fang Tong also picked up a healing pill from the Fang Market, the effect was much better than the previous one, and it was estimated that it was also worth a lot.

There is another happy event, that is, Fang Tong, who has not seen the growth of cultivation for many years, advanced just yesterday, and became a mid-stage cultivator of Qi refining. When Fang Yan went to congratulate, Fang Tong couldn't help but be overjoyed, the happiest thing for the monk was the growth of cultivation, of course he was happy to get the treasure, but he still had to become the most practical cultivator.

Time passed day by day, and Fang Yan's injury was finally close to healing, and he could practice for a long time, and he could also refine some pills containing low spiritual power to assist in cultivation. In his spare time, he also casually took the pure yang gong, and found that although he couldn't cultivate now, a decoction recorded in the jade slip was helpful to improve the body, and the raw materials were not rare, and the slightly more expensive ones were basically available in that big storage bag, and the rest only needed to spend some time to go to the fang market to collect. I think that this decoction has a certain effect on the complete recovery of his injury, even if it improves his physical body, it is very good.

In the next few days, Fang Yan came to Fang Market alone, quietly sold a little demon beast materials, and bought a lot of medicinal materials and auxiliary materials needed for the decoction. He also went to a shop that sold magic artifacts and bought a large copper tripod in the store that had not been sold for decades, and only spent twenty spirit stones.

That night, Fang Yan asked the maids to adjust the things in the bathroom, put the big copper tripod in the middle, lit a fire and poured in the materials that had been prepared, and jumped into the copper tripod after boiling the decoction according to the jade slip. This is not the first time that Fang Yan has done such a ridiculous thing, and the maids have long been surprised.

Sitting in the boiling hot decoction, the dialect even the head and feet were submerged in it, and it felt like the whole body was about to be cooked, and it was scorching hot. Soon, countless hot currents began to enter the body, and then I felt that these hot currents caressed the flesh and blood meridians of the dialect, and even the bones, and the hot feeling was replaced by a sudden itch all over the body, making the dialect want to jump out.

There is an introduction of this situation in the jade slip, saying that this is to wash away all kinds of impurities deposited in various places in the body, which will not only help to refine the body in the future, strengthen the bones and body, but also have a great effect on strengthening the meridians and running the mana. This is still a young dialect, if you are older to bathe in the decoction, I am afraid that it will be even more unbearable.

Fang Yan didn't think much about it anymore, just ran the shape and intention over and over again, and felt that the flow of mana was indeed much smoother, and the whole body also felt a sense of comfort. After half an hour, the decoction gradually cooled down, and the color was not as dark green as before, but much lighter. Fang Yan jumped out of the copper tripod, feeling that his body was very light, his whole body was full of blood and qi, and his energy was very vigorous, and he didn't feel the slightest sense of injury and hidden disease.

When I walked to the big wooden barrel where I usually bathed, I saw that the maids were blushing one by one, and they half turned around. Fang Yan felt strange, there was nothing unusual about him, but his whole body was full of strength, and his lower body was also held high vigorously. Fang Yan was only sixteen years old, and he grew up in the company of maids, and he had no defense against men and women, and he didn't understand why these maids were like this, so he jumped into the barrel, but he still felt how these maids were so weird.

After washing his body, Fang Yan got dressed again under the service of a few shy and unusually shy maids, and he glanced at them very puzzled, and came out a little angrily. When I went to the practice room, I took a pill, and I felt that today's refining was very fast, and the effect of mana absorption was also very obvious, and Fang Yan was immediately overjoyed, and he would have to soak it every day in the future.

In the following days, every day in the dialect had to boil a decoction, but when he entered the copper tripod, he would take a pill, which had a better effect. But there is one thing that also bothers Fang Yan, although this is the simplest decoction in Pure Yang Gong, but if you use it like this every day, no matter how many materials you have, you will run out, and no matter how many spirit stones you have, there will be times when you can't keep up, and what should you do when there are no materials, the exercises say that it is best to practice diligently every day.

Fang Yan had an idea, why not plant it yourself, thinking of this, he ran to his father excitedly and asked, only to know that the Fang family only had a few pitiful medicinal fields, which had already been divided up by those senior elders, and even Fang Tong did not catch them. Fang Yan came back dejectedly, and when he got home, he thought about it again, remembering that the ground in the blue bead space seemed to be dirt, and he didn't know if it was considered a medicine field.

Anyway, a dead horse is used as a live horse doctor, and the worst thing is to die a few spirit grasses. When he arrived at the practice room, Fang Yan carefully observed the surroundings as usual, entered the blue bead space, planted a few of the unused spirit herbs and medicinal herbs, and secretly filled some water with a gourd, and went to the space to water the spirit grass.

The next day, the dialect came to Fang City again, and there were not many things that could be shot this time, and some of the dialects of the East and West didn't know what they were, so I was afraid of attracting investigation. The spirit stone is a bit overwhelmed, but it has only been matched for a few days, and there are still more than a dozen pieces left, of course, there are still a few medium-grade spirit stones, but he doesn't dare to use them.

At night, Fang Yan sneaked into the blue bead space, ready to water the spirit grass, but found that all of these spirit grasses were alive, and the growth was very gratifying, and several medicinal herbs were seen to grow one or two inches taller than yesterday. It turned out to be like this, this bead is also amazing, and it can also speed up the growth of the spirit grass, even if you say it, no one will believe it, and then Fang Yan put some spirit grass that cannot be used in the short term, as well as a trace of life in the storage bag that can be planted, all densely planted in the space, and now there is no place to stand.

But Fang Yan's heart was extremely comfortable at this time, the problem of the spirit grass was solved, the matter of cultivation was half solved, and the matter of the remaining pills waited until Qiyue Immortal City, and then found a way to sell something and buy some pills.

A few days passed in a flash, and the dialect soaked in the decoction every day, refining the elixir, and the mana increased very obviously. Although he could not practice the arts, he studied his grandfather's swordsmanship every day, modified the night from the perspective of a monk, and blended it into the swordsmanship, honing and innovating his own swordsmanship. After all, in the early stage of Qi training, you can't cultivate the Imperial Technique, and the monk fighting method can't attack from afar, unless you keep releasing talismans, but that is also a person with a lot of wealth.

There was still a month left before going to Qiyue Immortal City, and Fang Yan was still cultivating hard every day. But there is one thing that he has not forgotten, that is, the two magic weapons he once buried, if he didn't guess wrong, they should be medium-grade magic weapons, worth a lot of spirit stones, and there is also a long sword magic weapon that he has loved for a long time.

Some time ago, I learned that the Jin family did not relax their investigation of that incident, and Fang Yan did not dare to go there for a long time. It's also to blame that his cultivation was too low at the beginning, and the place where he was buried was too close to the place of the fight, so I was afraid that those people still hadn't relaxed, but don't bump into them when they were looking for clues, it would be too unjust.

After waiting for more than a year, for such a long time, they should have slowly relaxed, and in addition, Fang Yan is about to go to the draft of the sect, so there is no time to wait any longer. This time he is very likely to be selected, then he will not be able to come back for a while, in order to avoid a long night of dreams, it is serious to get it back early, and there is no need to worry about being found out, you can put it in the blue bead space.

The next day, Fang Yan found an excuse, saying that he was going to buy a lot of things in the Fang Market and might have to come back later. During this time, there were too many strange things about Fang Yan, some of which were difficult to speak, and no one dared to ask more, Qingluan and a few maids nodded Muran.

Fang Yan left the city early and went to the horse post to fetch the big black horse, which was a good companion who brought him a great opportunity. Old Uncle Yang led everyone to respectfully greet Young Master Yan, who was already a monk, although the dialect was still as easy-going as before, but they didn't dare to be too casual, after all, it was different from immortals.

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