For several days, as soon as Fang Yan had time, he hid in the secret room to study the black sign, carefully pondering the content of these small characters. It is a pity that there are still too few ancient characters in the dialect, and the writing methods of the ancient period are also diverse, and the different writing methods are difficult to identify, and the writing methods used on this are variants, which is especially difficult to recognize.

The dialect knows that only by finding some ancient texts to study and comparing them with the writing of other scripts can it be possible to unravel this spell, and generally this kind of spell cannot be like a magic weapon, which can be practiced first and then familiarized, and must be unraveled before it can be practiced.

In desperation, the dialect had to find a way to obtain as many jade slips of ancient characters as possible, but it took a lot of trouble to get it from there.

Fang Yan spent a lot of time studying behind closed doors, but it was still fruitless, so he had to return to his normal cultivation life every day. A few days passed, and the original feeling of being watched was really gone, and Fang Yan secretly snickered in his heart, thinking about their distressed appearance, Fang Yan couldn't help but feel good. There is also something that makes Fang Yan happy, that is, the white fruit tree is about to mature again, that is, the small trees transplanted when I first entered the door the year before last, and now it is just in the maturity period, and it is expected that this time it will be better than last year, I don't know if it will break through 100 catties this time.

Contrary to the dialect, Zhang Bao fell into an unprecedented panic, since that night, there were more wisps of black mana in his dantian, and he didn't feel anything at first, but later on, as long as he ran the exercises, he would feel the rapid loss of spiritual power, and it was impossible to cultivate, let alone others.

Although he also suspected that he was plotted by the dialect, he couldn't figure out how the dialect was discovered, and how he ran in to plot against him, this is the Red Eagle Peak, not Yannan City, it is impossible to run in like this, and there is no one He is very anxious now, and his cultivation is unstable, if his cultivation also declines, it will be a big trouble. And Tong Lao is even more so, even the dantian has begun to shrink, and he has long been unable to care about dialects these days.

Unlike their worries about the decline in cultivation, Fang Yan was a little worried that his cultivation would grow too fast, and now if he wanted to, he could already start impacting the third layer of Qi refining, but he was worried that the improvement of cultivation would affect the foundation too quickly, and it would only be more than half a year since he advanced to the second layer. Fang Yan intends to suppress the cultivation for a few more months, and after laying a solid foundation, he will slowly advance to avoid the cutting off of the immortal path due to the momentary speed.

After a few days, Fang Yan took the initiative to find the Xia brothers to help him harvest the ginkgo together, and after a whole day, he sent it to Xiao Feng to be bagged and weighed, and several people were dumbfounded, there were more than 150 catties, and the fruits were all full and in very good condition. The Xia brothers were very puzzled as to why the white fruit trees that had only been planted for two years in the dialect were of higher quality than the fruit trees they had planted for more than ten years.

Fang Yan guessed in his heart that it was the work of Rong Mu Jue, but he couldn't say it, he could only infer that he was lucky, plus the care was very careful. Xiao Feng was still in retreat, and Fang Yan originally wanted to say something to him, but he hadn't seen him for a while, and he hadn't even seen him come out for a moment today.

This batch of Baiguo dialects still plans to hand over all of them to the sect in exchange for contributions and spirit stones. Then the three of them ran to Fang Yan to drink, and the Xia brothers saw the newly planted spirit grass in Fang Yan's spiritual field.

Now Fang Yan is looking forward to Xiaobi of the sect every day, so that he will have the opportunity to go to the Chuan Gong Hall to find the jade slip, and he will not be able to find a classic book of ancient characters. With this in mind, Fang Yan cultivated the spiritual field more seriously than ever, the two spiritual planting techniques had been used by him very skillfully, and the spiritual rain technique had also reached the edge of advancement, and it was possible to advance to the second level just by waiting for the cultivation to improve.

In the following days, Fang Yan began to be busy all day long, and the Spirit Rain Technique could already water more than 100 acres of spiritual fields in about a day, but Rong Mu Jue was still difficult to do, and Fang Yan had to be very careful every time he performed it, neither hurting himself nor the surrounding grass and trees. Especially the towering trees on this mountain, some of which are connected to the faint spiritual veins of this place, if they are destroyed by the dialect itself, then he will really have to move.

More than two months have passed in the blink of an eye, and it has been almost a year and a half since Fang Yan came to the sect, and the ignorant boy has grown into an eighteen-year-old young man, the childishness on his face has gradually faded, and his tall and slender figure is matched with his handsome appearance, and he also has a bit of the detachment of a cultivator in the cold wind of early spring.

A few days ago, his cultivation finally couldn't be suppressed, and he was promoted to the third layer, and the spiritual rain technique also reached the second layer, and the growth of spiritual power made his spiritual planting technique more handy, and his divine sense also increased a little, and there were some subtle changes in the use of mana.

You can learn several spells at the beginning of the third layer, the Wind Resisting Technique, the Golden Shield Technique, and the Spiritual Observation Technique, these spells are very practical, among which the Wind Resisting Technique is the Escape Technique, the Golden Shield is the Defense Technique, and the Spiritual Observation is the cultivation of people, and it is the basic spell of the monk, and they are generally cultivated. And there is also a spell on the Dan Sutra, the dialect can be practiced now, that is, the ** trick, after casting the spell, there will be a ** shrouded in the spirit grass, which will not disperse for a long time, and it is very effective for some water-loving spirit grass. And there is also a kind of spiritual grass, just like the brahmatin ginseng planted in the dialect, although it is not a water-loving spiritual plant, but its growth environment needs to keep the leaves in a very moist state.

The cultivation of dialects was even busier, and he had to take care of a large area of spiritual fields, and in order to solve the newly increased rations of the Purple Pupil Beast, he was forced to open up a few acres of medicinal fields, and went to the sect to use his contributions to buy some seeds and plant several acres of spiritual grass. The spirit grass in the blue bead space is still so crowded, if this space is larger, it will not be too much for the dialect to worry about this.

Xiao Feng has been in retreat for so long, which makes Fang Yan a little confused, I don't know what he is doing in retreat, but it is not easy to inquire around. Finally, after another month, Fang Yan gradually mastered those newly cultivated spells, and he was finally able to spare some time in the intense cultivation.

He was going to go to Fang City again, and the next time he went to the Gong Gong Hall was at least half a year, and if he was unlucky, maybe he didn't have this opportunity. Go to the Fang City to try your luck, whether you can find the jade slips of ancient characters, even if it is some clues. Thinking of this, he went to borrow the green crane again, and by the way, Feng was out of the customs.

At that old age, Fang Yan shook his head and flew away on the green crane in disappointment. When he arrived at Fang City, Fang Yan was not in a hurry to buy things, he now had a three-layer cultivation of Qi training, and the demon beast materials that he had never dared to sell before, now he could choose some to sell and exchange some spirit stones to buy what he needed for cultivation.

Found a few inconspicuous shops that purchased demon beasts and magic weapons, Fang Yan sold some demon beast materials, and the magic weapons that were not used last time were also sold more than ten pieces, and more than two thousand spirit stones were obtained. The pill can not be bought for the time being, and there are still a lot of reserves on the body, so this time Fang Yan is specifically looking for shops and stalls that sell jade slips.

There are many, almost all of them are jade slips that sell the basic knowledge of Gongfa cultivation, and they are obviously all copied goods, which makes Fang Yan a little disappointed. At this time, Fang Yan passed by a pawnshop, he had never been here before, and pawn shops like this kind of pawn shop would generally go in when he was in urgent need of spirit stones, but Fang Yan thought about it, maybe some of them were worth trying their luck inside.

The pawnshop was small, with only the owner in it. After Fang Yan entered, the boss immediately stood up and saluted him, greeted him warmly, and said casually: "Daoist friend invited, I didn't come to be a thing, but to buy something." ”

"Buying things, of course, although the store is small and can be open for many years, I dare not say that there are any treasures, but there are a lot of deaths over the years. Generally, it will be disposed of at the end of the year every year, but there are also some items of unknown value or strange that have been left, if you don't dislike it, you can bring it to Daoyou."

"Oh, Daoist friends are good at business, and I like to collect these new things, so please take them all out. Fang Yan was stunned when he heard it, and he didn't expect this boss to have such a hobby, but after thinking about it, this boss has learned a good business experience, and picked up some dead people, maybe he can meet someone who knows how to do it, and he can sell it for a high price.

As he spoke, the shopkeeper took out a few boxes from them, placed them on the table and opened them one by one. Fang Yan is really a caring person, and he even collects the calligraphy and paintings in the mortal world, but he is afraid that he is worried that he will lose his eyes and sell it at a loss. Dialects are all strange things, but none of them are of interest to them.

When he reached the last box, Fang Yan casually opened a book. This is a book written by a mortal, it is full of some words from the past and some of his own research works, and the cover is wrapped in a rare animal skin, and the pages are cut from bamboo, which is quite chic.

The whole book is fragrant with bamboo and wood, the font of the small seal is very beautiful, and the dialect used to be a person who reads, but he is a little interested in this good hand, casually, who knows that when he turns to the last few pages, the dialect almost jumped up excitedly. Hurriedly forcibly suppressed the excitement in his heart, and then pretended to like calligraphy and painting, put this book and a few paintings together, and pretended to ask calmly: "These calligraphy and paintings are very good, I don't know if friends can give in?"

The shopkeeper stared at Fang Yan tightly, trying to get something out of his eyes, but unfortunately Fang Yan was well disguised. "Three hundred spirit stones, this is something that I finally received. ”

"Hehe, don't bully me when I'm young and uneducated, these are clearly mortal calligraphy and paintings, I'm just playing, and Daoyou really treat them as treasures. He turned around and was about to leave.

"Fellow Daoist walk slowly, there is something to say, how about a hundred spirit stones?"

Fang Yan thought about it, and without saying much, he took out a hundred spirit stones, and put the book and painting in the storage bag. Suppressing the ecstasy in his heart, Fang Yan patiently had a few more houses, and then found nothing else, turned around and walked out of the city, riding a green crane and flying away.

Halfway to the road, just as he was about to take out the formation buried here, a long needle magic weapon suddenly pierced Fang Yan, and in an instant, Fang Yan twisted his body incredibly, avoiding the vital point, and a long needle pierced Fang Yan's left shoulder with a "poof". Then a masked man in black flew out from behind Fang Yan, and with a move of the long needle, a green mengmeng long sword flashed out of his right hand, and stabbed at Fang Yan's neck.

Fang Yan was furious, and was robbed and killed several times, and this time he was about to be killed directly without even questioning. At this time, the array of dialects had already been started, and when the long sword flew, a circular light curtain rose into the sky.

"It's a formation! Daoyou is slow, it's down. ”

"Hehe, hey, that's a new statement. Fang Yan didn't pay attention to it, just urged the formation, and in a moment of incense, this fifth-layer Qi refining monk who was intercepted and killed by Yu Lu died unexpectedly. Fang Yan casually collected the things and formations on the ground, threw a fireball spell at the corpse, and released the green crane to ride, desperately flying towards Luoxia Mountain, Fang Yan also threw a spirit beast pill into its mouth, this green crane roared loudly, and flew faster.

Back home, Fang Yan hurriedly entered the secret room and took out the book. It turns out that the last few chapters of this book are all studies of ancient characters, but I don't know where the author of this book found an ancient Buddhist scripture, but he insisted on his own knowledge, and compiled the full text of this Buddhist scripture, which really made the dialect admire.

With the help of this book, the content dialect of the black card was read in a few days. Then the dialect recited one of the verses three times in a whisper according to the method described in the incantation, and a miraculous thing happened, and the black card suddenly turned into a black stone tablet one foot high, and the body of the tablet also became pitch black and shiny, and the lines of small words on the tablet flashed and flashed.

According to the prompt of the spell, Fang Yan cut his wrist, and the blood was suddenly sucked away by the stone stele, and when Fang Yan felt that he had lost too much blood and was a little dizzy, the stone tablet suddenly became smaller and fell into Fang Yan's hands. At this time, Fang Yan's eyes were closed, silently sensing the content of the stone tablet, and it took a long time to slowly open his eyes.

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