The person next to him immediately became surprised, and said in a loud voice, "Senior brother really has a way? The people of this sect' know a few, but they are not very familiar with it, and I don't know if they have the ability to get it, if you can really get it, then thank you so much, senior brother, don't hide it from senior brother, senior brother dreams of getting this thing.xshuotxt.com, visit:. ”

"Hehe, don't worry, when the senior brother has said a big thing, sooner or later he will let the junior brother put it in the bag, but he must first find the 'door' way. "Since the disciples of the Earth Fire Palace have been locked, it can't be regarded as a lack of gains, if you check through this line again, you may be able to know something, and the black-clothed monk has only slightly lifted his 'spirit' spirit and got rid of the resentment and disappointment he was full of.

Then, the two of them, as if they had forgotten their injuries and fatigue, circled around the center of what was apparently the explosion, and searched everywhere, not sparing anything suspicious. In this narrow 'cave', the two of them tossed around for a long time, and finally made sure that there was nothing missing, and the two of them, together with the items on their bodies, must have been blown to pieces by the thunderbolt of fire.

"Let's go, senior brother, the storage bags on those two people have been blown up, and they are still alive, but it's a pity that those treasures, that guy who thunderbolted with fire is too hateful. After searching for a long time, there was no decent gain, and the man did not want to delay any longer, and urged the blackfriar to leave, feeling great regret in his heart.

The blackfriar nodded, and the two of them quickly left the place, and the 'hole' and 'hole' became silent again. And that hateful guy was still sitting in the blue bead space at this time, looking worried, very worried that the two of them would continue to dig deep in this vicinity, and the blue 'colored' beads he was hiding in would be inconspicuous, and they would be easily found in these dirt and rubble, and it would not be easy to get out at that time.

Just when Fang Yan was apprehensive, a wisp of divine consciousness quietly released found that the two had left, and there was no sound in the 'hole'. Still unsure, the dialect hid in space for about a day, until he was sure that there was no one around, and then he dodged out, dug a passage in the soil, and reappeared in the 'hole' like a mud monkey.

After cleaning up his body, he took out a set of black clothes and put them on, and Fang Yan also put a hat on his head, which was the standard attire of the nearby casual cultivators, and he didn't want to be recognized by the two of them after going out. Then the dialect was in this inconspicuous 'hole' and 'hole', waiting for the dusk to come, and now the time to leave was not right, and it was just morning when it came out.

As the sun was approaching, Fang Yan quietly went out, 'mingling' in a group of scattered cultivators who hurriedly left the Red Cloud Canyon, and came to the exit controlled by the Fire 'Gate' in the canyon. At this time, many monks returned to the forest like birds, and came to the exit, leaving the canyon one by one, and then dispersed in a hurry.

After a night's rest in the fang market away from the fire 'gate', the dialect returned to the 'gate' early the next morning, and the road was smooth.

After coming back, the first thing Fang Yan did was to visit Liuyunzi, preparing to say goodbye to him and go back to the camp, this trip was not short, seeing that the golden autumn and October were approaching, and the annual harvest season was coming, so Fang Yan was in a hurry to rush back.

In fact, Liuyunzi also talked to him a few days ago, hoping that Fang Yan would return to the 'gate' and no longer need to stay in the camp, where the conditions of the spirit plant were much more backward than those in the 'gate', and he had delayed his good craftsmanship in vain. Moreover, Fang Yan is now a spiritual planter, and if he wants to carve out a piece of territory on any mountain peak in the 'gate', who else dares to disallow it, and there is Liuyunzi behind him to speak for him, and no one dares to say a word.

The most important point is that several of the ancestors of the sect's 'sect' who are skilled in spiritual planting skills have lived in the 'gate' all year round, and if there is any problem with the dialect, it is also very convenient to come and go. And Liuyunzi also gave Fang Yan a token of his residence, as long as Fang Yan wanted to find him at any time, which made Fang Yan very tempted, and he was deeply moved by Liu Yunzi's words and deeds.

After talking to him several times, Fang Yan obviously noticed that Liuyunzi valued him very much, as long as it was a question about the dialect, everything would be analyzed repeatedly, even between the master and apprentice, I am afraid that he was not so attentive, but Fang Yan 'revealed' the meaning of apprenticeship several times, but he politely refused, but the dialect was still more dedicated than the teacher, which made him puzzled.

In all fairness, Fang Yan of course very much wanted to stay in the 'door', but he was very worried that he would be involved in right and wrong again, whether it was the dispute between the Feng Ji family, or the snooping of people with intentions about him, or Fang Yan's identity as a new spirit planter, it was difficult not to arouse the interest of all forces, and whether he joined or rejected either side, it would bring endless trouble, so it was better to hide in the fortress camp far away from the Tiangao Emperor.

When he met Liuyunzi, Fang Yan didn't say what he thought in his heart, but just used the excuse that he wanted to go back to the autumn harvest and the family lacked manpower. Liuyunzi immediately understood the thoughts of the dialect, how could he not understand these things in the sect for one or two hundred years, so he sighed and nodded in agreement.

Before leaving, Liuyunzi said something that made Fang Yan feel for a long time: "Although Lingzhi is a great way, cultivation is the foundation, and the master and nephew should not be too obsessed with their own qualifications, for example, the place where you never forget is a barren place that is difficult to do, but the master and nephew can turn it into a spiritual peak, why can't you do it for yourself, everything is just man-made." ”

On the second day, Fang Yan followed the autumn hunting army of the sect and returned to the fortress camp. A few days later, when Fang Yan appeared in the camp, it immediately caused a sensation, and almost everyone thought that after he obtained the qualification of spirit planter, he would never come back, who knew that he actually seemed to want to take root here, how could it not make people talk about it.

The actions of the dialect, few low-level disciples can see through it, and it is really incomprehensible that they don't want to go to such a poor place with such poor mountains and bad rivers as the conditions of the sect'. Don't say that on this side of the camp, there are few people in the 'gate' who can understand, what is so good about the peaks in this camp, can it be compared to the spiritual peaks on the nine peaks and ten mountains?

Even Jiang Heng, who has always been silent, rarely nagged him a few words, glared at Fang Yan fiercely when he said goodbye to him, and somewhat blamed him for not seeking progress. However, Jiang Heng's injuries did recover a little, and it was not in vain that the dialect 'spent' more than 10,000 spirit stones, but the dialect didn't dare to say it directly when it was given to him, and it was presumed that it was a reward for the 'gate' of the Houzong after being promoted to the spirit planter, and he couldn't use it.

There is only one person who is the most happy, that is Feng Bao, he is very happy to hear that Fang Yan has returned to the camp, and now there is no one in the sect 'gate' to compete with him for a master, and Chen Jing also has to find a way to 'get' it and add another spirit planter to the Feng family. The other party Yan didn't intend to be 'lewd' and guessed, maybe he was afraid of his 'lewdness' in the sect's 'gate', so he found a place to hide far away.

Back on the mountain, the people who came to the 'door' to congratulate stepped through the 'door' threshold, one 'wave' after another', and those who didn't know each other flocked to the 'door' to make a visit, even if there was no 'intersection' in the future, they had to see the real people in the dialect with their own eyes. Not to mention the disciples who live nearby, many of them regard the dialect as an idol, but they do not 'stick' incense candles on his head and worship them.

No wonder Xia Qingyan once told him that the status of the Spirit Planter in the sect was no less than that of ordinary deacons, and they were arguing with their peers about dialects, which made dialects a little frightened.

But in a few days, the physical exertion of the dialect is not small, it is more tired than the escape in the Red Cloud Canyon a few days ago, and every day it is a strong beating of the 'spirit' spirit to usher in, the face is already stiff with a smile, and the tongue is rolling, and I am afraid that it will not be able to support it for a few days. There are too many people coming, and they can't be too rude to the same 'door' dialect, everyone has to smile and say something on the scene, and the family is also busy, according to Qingluan, these days the family alone has drunk more than a dozen catties of spiritual tea.

Fortunately, after a few days, it finally quieted down, and the number of disciples in the camp was finally limited, which made Fang Yan breathe a sigh of relief, and finally had time to do something serious. There is no need to say much about the things in the spiritual field, the first thing to do when there is a free dialect is to study runes, and then to refine a few furnaces of Dan, and recently he has one more thing, that is, the half of the wooden tablet that he picked up.

Ever since I got it, I have been studying the dialect, and as long as no one is paying attention, I will hold it in my hand, almost obsessed. After these days, it seems that I have basically been able to read through the dialect, and although I don't dare to start cultivating here, it is also a matter of time.

This is a remnant of the exercises, and the whole article should be called the exercises of the Nine Yang Refining Divine Formula, but unfortunately most of them have been lost, and only the upper half is left. And among them, it is mainly the opening chapters such as the introduction to the exercises, and most of the real ones used for cultivation may be in the second half, and there are not many valuable parts left.

There is no introduction to the origin of the whole exercise, nor is there an explanation of the creation of the exercise, and there is no background related to it, so it is impossible for Fang Yan to find the source of the finished book, or to find the lost lower part of it, unless Fang Yan can learn the origin of the wooden tablet from the mouth of the 'flower' monk, and then find a way to 'touch' the melon along the vine, but unfortunately he has been blown to pieces by the dialect.

From the only remaining first half of the exercises, it can be seen that the whole book is divided into nine chapters, which does not correspond to the monk's cultivation, but is completely related to the monk's soul state.

That is to say, as long as the dialect can read through the content of this, he can start cultivating, which makes him can't help but jump to 'desire' to try, which monk doesn't want to have a strong divine sense, it is too useful for cultivating various spells and supernatural powers, and it is of great help to Fang Yan in both alchemy and spiritual planting.

It's just a pity that there are only three chapters that can be preserved, and the rest are either incomplete or not at all, and they can't be cultivated at all. Although Fang Yan deeply regretted this, it was already a fluke to be able to get this small part, and among the vast number of martial arts books in the entire immortal cultivation world, there were several related to the refining of gods.

Fortunately, the dialect was even more suspicious, since he got this half of the wooden tablet, he couldn't understand that even the fire thunderbolt could not damage the slightest wooden tablet, what kind of power broke it from the middle, who was its original owner, and the person who could afford to use such a precious wooden tablet was by no means an ordinary monk. I don't know who made this wooden tablet, but the words in it must be ancient, and the level of immortal cultivation at that time was so high that the dialect couldn't help but yearn for it.

In the blink of an eye, more than a month later, the mountain peak returned to its former calm, and everything in the spiritual field had been cleaned up, allowing Fang Yan to free up more time for cultivation. In addition to the daily Qingyang Recipe and Pure Yang Gong, this Jiuyang Refining Divine Technique, which also carries the word "Yang", has also been pondered and understood by the dialect, and is ready to start formal cultivation in the near future.