In the spring of March, the green mountains are green. The warm morning sun shines obliquely on the Shuanglu Peak, reflecting the green leaves and green grass pieces of gold, the gusts of clear breeze blowing, the grass branches swaying, the flowers dance lightly, adding a little vitality to the verdant Lingfeng.

The fog in the mountains has not yet dissipated, and several people have been in it early, tirelessly shuttling back and forth to and from the small pieces of spiritual fields around the Spirit Peak, and their bodies are full of traces of morning dew and residual flowers. The season was spring ploughing, and several servants on Shuanglu Peak were busy plowing the spiritual fields as in previous years, so that they could plant the spiritual grass of the Spirit Valley here in a few days.

Every few days, Fang Yan would hurriedly patrol the Spirit Peak, but he rarely participated in the work anymore, because now that he was so busy with all kinds of things, he couldn't spare time to do the work of the Spirit Plant. Since returning from Qingyuan City a few months ago, Fang Yan has hardly left his home since then, in addition to cultivating and improving his cultivation every day, alchemy and talisman making have also taken up a lot of his time.

The alchemy pills were usually mainly cultivation types, and in addition, he also took the time to refine a lot of healing pills. These elixirs are becoming increasingly hard to come by in the market, and whenever something big happens in South Vietnam, this item becomes a sought-after item.

Fortunately, the dialect can barely be refined, and there is no shortage of elixirs, otherwise once he is ordered to go on the expedition, the replenishment of the healing pill will be a troublesome matter. However, this kind of pill is not easy to refine, and the requirements for quality are relatively high, if it is not for the dialect trick, it has inadvertently increased the production rate of high-quality pills, and it is difficult to prepare a copy for several people around you.

The production of talismans is relatively easy, and besides, the types he has recently made are all familiar types, and the success rate of talismans is already surprisingly high, and these few months are enough to save the next batch. The reason why the dialect appeared so eager was due to the recent situation in South Vietnam, and judging from the information he received, he was not far off to be recruited.

As early as two months ago, Ji Ming had been sent to Zhennan City, and I heard that the sect was preparing to transfer manpower recently, and this was also expected by the dialect, and the peaceful days were becoming fewer and fewer. It was these that forced Fang Yan to seize every bit of time, in addition to his own cultivation needs, but also to make some plans for the next few years.

Therefore, Fang Yan has not had an easy time in the past few months, and every day is full of arrangements, but it is even harder to be on his own spiritual peak than to practice outside. In this way, another few months passed, and on this day, Fang Yan suddenly changed his usual cultivation rhythm, and stayed alone in the alchemy room and closed the door, for some reason he began to be obsessed with Danshu again.

After that, Fang Yan did not come out of the alchemy room for a long time, and it was not until dawn that he was seen unkempt and returned to his residence exhausted. didn't alarm Qingluan and the others, and after a day of rest, Fang Yan came to the bathroom where he soaked in the soup medicine, which was no different from before, but when he entered the big ding, he threw a black pill into his mouth.

Who knew that not long after, a scream in the dialect suddenly came from Dingzhong, and then he heard the "clucking" sound of his teeth clenching, as if he had encountered some kind of accident. In the dialect of the decoction, his face suddenly became extremely distorted, and it was obvious that he was suffering greatly, but he still insisted on not jumping up from the big ding.

Soon the dialect became blood-red all over his body, and thick green tendons erupted on the epidermis, like earthworms crawling all over his body. But he still didn't move a bit, and let the potion in the dingzhong swirl around him rapidly, splashing a large splash of water.

After suffering like this for half an hour, Fang Yan suddenly erupted into a roar, like a demon beast that had been violently killed, and it was no longer like a human voice. I don't know when, but the strong decoction became like clear water, washing Fang Yan's body calmly, and then his complexion gradually eased.

After taking a break in Dingzhong, Fang Yan suddenly jumped up, and after falling to the ground, he called out to Qingluan loudly, asking her to prepare a pool of clear water for herself to bathe. This bathroom is different from what the dialect has used in the past, there is a large bath of more than ten zhang in the room, which occupies more than half of this room, and it is specially ordered by Qingluan to build it to facilitate him to soak in the soup and wash it.

"Sure enough, I advanced, and finally waited for this day. Luan busily poured water into the pool, and Fang Yan looked happy, sitting on the wooden couch by the pool and talking to himself. Sensing this great yang vein that had just been opened, Fang Yan knew that his pure yang skill had advanced to another level, and he was working hard in the Dading just now, just for the current result, and in the end he did not disappoint him.

The reason why the effect of soaking the decoction medicine this time was so remarkable was that before he entered the Great Ding, he had taken a newly refined Gangyuan Pill. And a few days ago, he hid in the alchemy room, and he was painstakingly trying this pill, because the golden branch of the iron plum that happened to be obtained sent out a golden bud the length of a little finger just a month ago.

Fang Yan immediately found a treasure, and couldn't wait to pick it down, during this time, in order to improve his strength, Fang Yan can be said to have worked hard, and now he has the opportunity to make a breakthrough in pure yang gong, which is what he dreams of. Needless to say, the process of alchemy, with his usual level of alchemy, it is not difficult to imagine that he has suffered a little, but in the end, after all, he succeeded in refining one, and he excitedly took it out and tried it.

The power of Gang Yuan Dan did not live up to his hard work, coupled with the original mellow medicinal power in Dingzhong, the two worked together, urging the Yuan Force in Fang Yan's body to the extreme, and successfully broke through an unknown barrier in the body, and the pure Yang Gong has advanced to the sixth layer, and the strong Yuan Force in the body is not what it used to be.

"Young Master, are you just busy with these things during this time, it seems to be no different from the past?" Qingluan almost knew every move in Fang Yan, but she didn't find anything unusual in all the objects in her room. It's just that the dialect seems to be slightly different from the past, and then I think of his performance during this period, so I have this question.

"Hehe, it's no different? Just now, I have taken it to the next level, not mana, but alchemy cultivation, but it is not inferior to the effect of mana advancement. Speaking of which, my luck is really good, any breakthrough at this time is very rare, and it will not be long before we will be sent elsewhere like Senior Brother Ji, and being able to improve our cultivation will increase our self-preservation power. ”

As he spoke, Fang Yan was gently pulled down the bath by Qingluan, and then lay comfortably in the pool water, letting Qingluan clean the medicinal stains on his epidermis.

At this time, Fang Yan suddenly remembered something again, and asked: "By the way, Qingluan, Yan Qing and I are both disciples of the Qingyuan Sect, so naturally we have to obey the dispatch of the sect, what can you do when the time comes, or join the Qingyuan Sect, so that we can also take care of each other." ”

With the identity of the dialect in the sect, it is really a trivial matter for Qingluan to enter the sect, but she has no intention of doing this at all, and the dialect has been rejected by her several times. Qingluan's mind is not difficult to guess, it is nothing more than the rights and wrongs that she doesn't want to be involved in the sect, she just wants to teach her husband and children at home, or fiddle with her spirit beasts, this simple life is what she needs.

"Why bother so much, I'll follow the young master wherever he goes, it doesn't matter if he has the status of a disciple of the sect, as long as he can accompany the young master. Qingluan whispered and leaned down, resting her head on Fang Yan's chest. Hearing these words, Fang Yan's heart couldn't help but be a little moved, and he nodded secretly in his heart.

(I love my college)

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