"The scorching sun, life is boring......"

It was noon, when the sun was at its strongest, Fang Xing sat on the bench in the grass shed with Erlang's legs crossed, far away, Wang Zhi and others were busy in the medicine field, and some elixirs needed to be used to get rid of insects when the sun was the strongest, because when the sun was the strongest, its flowers would automatically open, and only at this time could the insects parasitic in its stamens be caught.

Fang Xing's old nature in No. 3 Lingtian doesn't have to do these rough jobs, since he stabbed Wang Zhi with a knife that night, Fang Xing has become the uncle of No. 3 Lingtian, and even the stinky socks every day have been washed and dried.

Wang Zhi didn't think about revenge, and the next day, he looked at Fang Xing with an unkind gaze.

And Fang Xing just grinned, and stabbed him in the thigh again, and from then on, Wang Zhi was completely convinced.

The strong are afraid of the ruthless!

Although Wang Zhi is known as the boss of the No. 3 Lingtian, he is just bullying and bullying these little Taoist children around him.

Counting three generations of ancestors, I can't find anyone more ruthless than Fang Xing, let alone him.

As for the others, they were completely taken that night, and the little freckles were still trembling when they saw Fang Xing.

It was boring to sit idle for a while, Fang Xing once again cheered up and looked through the Qingyun Forging Qi Chapter, but after a while, he shook his head and closed it again, it was useless, he had already tried, according to the cultivation method mentioned in the Qingyun Forging Qi Chapter, he couldn't feel the so-called aura or anything at all, and after trying it three times in a row, Fang Xing decided that it was nonsense.

It's not just him, none of these people in the No. 3 Spiritual Field can sense the aura of the aura, even Wang Zhi, the so-called sense of qi and the like, is just to put gold on his face, Fang Xing has already forced out the truth.

However, Fang Xing was still reluctant to throw away this scripture, after all, I heard Wang Zhi say that among the ten thousand Dao children, there are still people who have cultivated the aura mentioned in the book with this scripture, and they have become the outer disciples of Qingyun Mountain.

There are not many such people, but there are one or two such rumors every year, which should not be false.

"Maybe Lao Tzu is not the material for cultivation......"

Fang Xing shook his head helplessly, thinking that the Dao Sect values qualifications, this is not unreasonable, qualifications are indeed important.

Giving up the plan to study Qingyun Forging Qi again, Fang Xing took out the purple skin booklet in his baggage, this booklet was given to him by his ninth uncle, and it was also this book that brought the disaster of destroying the valley to the Ghost Smoke Valley, and on that night, Xiao Jianming stepped on an iron eagle, descended from the sky, and harnessed a cold flying sword, killing the three hundred bandits up and down the Ghost Smoke Valley.

The only one who escaped was his little bandit.

Xiao Jianming always thought that the tenth bandit leader who escaped was a strong man like everyone else, probably not expecting that he was just a ten-year-old child......

It is precisely because he is a child that when others decided to fight to the death, Uncle Nine handed over the book to himself, let him keep it safe, and then threw himself into the secret passage. Fang Xing fled without hesitation, he fled quickly, he knew that he was by no means the opponent of the cold man standing on the back of the iron eagle, even the iron eagle under his feet could catch himself to death with one claw......

There are five ancient seal characters written on the cover of the purple booklet, but Fang Xing has learned the ancient seal characters from Uncle Jiu, and he knows that there are five big characters written on it: Yin Yang God and Demon Jian.

However, when it was opened, it was blank, and the sun shone on it, and it was still the same.

He was sure that this was not a blank book, otherwise Ghost Smoke Valley would not have suffered such a catastrophe.

"Could it be that it was written with some potion, just like the treasure map that the second uncle made to cheat the fat sheep?"

Fang Xing pondered for a moment, and felt that it didn't look like it.

That potion is time-limited, and this book is obviously very old, and this kind of ancient trace cannot be fooled.

Thinking like this, Fang Xing put the book on the Qingyun Forging Qi chapter that was spread on his knees, raised his head and sighed lightly, feeling that he still had a long way to go, and there was almost no hope of revenge, but at this moment, he lowered his head slightly, and was suddenly shocked to find that a line of faint handwriting appeared on this Yin Yang God and Demon Book, as if it had manifested out of thin air.

"Qingyun Forging Qi Chapter, Condensing Qi Realm Cultivation Method, Refining and Refining Qi, You Can Become a Divine Power ......"

"Hell ......"

Fang Xing sat up straight suddenly, staring blankly at the few lines on the book.

On the blank page at this time, it is the introduction of the Qingyun Forging Qi Chapter, which is not detailed, but only a few words, pointing out the use, principle, and even the shortcomings of this sutra cultivation scripture......

After being stunned for a long time, Fang Xing lifted the book of Yin Yang God and Demon Guide, and sure enough, the handwriting quickly disappeared.

He put it down again, and when it came into contact with the Qingyun Forging Qi Chapter, the handwriting appeared again.

Fang Xing was excited, looked around, pondered, and put the watermelon he had eaten half of next to him on the book.

No response......

"Isn't it too ordinary?"

Fang Xing rummaged around again, and suddenly remembered the cigarette bottle he was putting in his arms, according to the fourth uncle who gave it to him at the time, this is a good treasure, and the smoke released in it can't withstand ordinary people, and can even overturn a cow.

The cigarette bottle was placed on the book, and after a while, there was a faint handwriting manifestation:

"The magic weapon can store mist, and it does not enter the grade ......"

It's just a simple ten words, and I haven't seen more after waiting for a long time.

"It turned out to be a magic weapon, it was really a good thing, the fourth uncle is indeed the most real of the nine uncles, although it is a bit ......"

Fang Xing muttered, trying several things back and forth, but there was nothing that could elicit a reaction in the book.

"Boss Fang, it's really hot today, let's get some wine to relieve the heat!"

Not far away, Wang Zhi walked over while wiping his hands, and shouted from afar.

After being stabbed twice, he completely obeyed Fang Xing, but the relationship with Fang Xing gradually improved, according to his words, it is not to fight and not to know each other, although he was stabbed twice, but he knew a ten-year-old really good man.

Fang Xing quietly hid the book, and scolded with a smile: "You grandma know how to drink, are you done?"

"Almost, just take care of the rest, I'll buy wine!"

Wang Zhi came over, picked up a piece of watermelon and nibbled on it, but he didn't move.

"You poor devil, how much silver can you have?"

Fang Xing scolded disdainfully, threw a piece of broken silver over, and said, "More pig's head meat!"

"Okay......"

Wang Zhimei took the broken silver with a smile, threw the watermelon, and ran down the mountain.

Although this elixir field belongs to the assets of the Daomen, but the people in charge of taking care of it are all Dao Tong, to put it bluntly, they are mortals, everyone does physical work, so they can't help drinking and meat, and even under the hillside seven or eight miles away, there is a small town, where you can buy a lot of things, but they are more expensive than ordinary people, and most of its customers are these Taoist children who manage the medicine field.

Fang Xing is not a ruthless person, and he will also give some sweetness when he should give some sweetness, such as often inviting these people to drink.

The Taoist children will have three taels of silver every month, but before Fang Xing came, these money were Wang Zhi's, after Fang Xing came, these money became Fang Xing's, fortunately, Fang Xing is not a person who holds the money and buckles the door, although the money is grabbed, but after buying wine and meat, everyone eats and drinks together, and it will not be like Wang Zhi before, closed the door and enjoys it alone.

To put it bluntly, he robbed the money just to show his status.

After Wang Zhi left, Fang Xing began to think about the book of Yin Yang God and Demon Treasure again, the more he thought about it, the more wonderful it felt, he guessed that this book should have some kind of identification ability, but not everything can be identified, from the current experiment, it seems that it only works for things related to Taoism or spirituality, such as cultivating scriptures and spiritual magic weapons......

"Alas, it's useless, can I still be a treasure connoisseur?"

Fang Xing thought for a while, and felt a little frustrated, no matter how powerful this book is, it is not very useful to himself!

"Hehe, I picked a few more treasures in the house, and I found a way to sell them, which is another small fortune......"

At this moment, there was another laughing voice not far away, and it was Freckles and the Hanged Man who had returned.

Freckles was still holding a few verdant and purple herbs in his hands, and he was very proud with a smile on his face.

This is a kind of herb associated with the elixir field, called the essence grass, also known as the treasure in the house, which belongs to a kind of weed in the spirit field, and it must be eliminated if it is found, because this grass is of little use to people in cultivation, but it is not small for people in the red dust, because the effect of this grass is to turn blood into essence, and after taking it, it will also make people become that ...... Dragon spirit and tiger fierce, this word is not unfamiliar, right?

It is precisely for this reason that the people in Hongchen are very welcoming to this herb, and the medicine boy picks this herb and often takes it out and sells it.

"Turning blood into essence...... Refining and refining gas ......"

Fang Xing originally just swept it away and didn't care, he only paid attention to this thing because his fourth uncle liked it more.

But suddenly, he thought of something, and sat up suddenly, his eyes looking straight at the little freckles.

"Boss Fang...... I'm not lazy......"

Freckles was startled, her ass sank, and she almost sat on the ground.

The hanged ghost was also startled, thinking that he and Little Freckles had provoked Fang Xing somewhere, so he was frightened and didn't dare to move.

"Bring me that thing......

Freckles was stunned and handed it over tremblingly.

Fang Xing dragged the essence grass from Little Freckles' hand, hesitated for a moment, and suddenly put it in his mouth and ate it in a big gulp.