Fang Yan was also a little worried after asking, now it's an exam, I don't know if asking these questions will cause this chair to be dissatisfied. Who knew that he was not angry, but instead stretched his brows, answered every question of the dialect seriously, and repeatedly asked whether the dialect really understood, which made the dialect impress the teaching of the sect >

The two muttered to each other for a long time, until other teachers came to remind them, and the two smiled apologetically and returned to the test center. When he got there, the teacher told Fang Yan directly that he had passed the exam as a disciple of Lingzhi, and when he had completed all the exams, he would take his identity card to the nearby Lingzhi Hall for the record.

Even if this was passed, it was smoother than Fang Yan imagined, which made him feel a burst of joy in his heart, and he hurriedly thanked a few teachers, and found a place on this red eagle peak, quietly waiting for the exam to be completed.

The number of people who took the exam this year was similar to that of previous years, less than a thousand, and all of them were completed just after the time came, and nearly a thousand disciples who took the exam, and less than 100 people passed the exam to become spiritual plant disciples.

At the end of the exam, a white-clothed teacher took dozens of disciples to the back of this bow-shaped hall, and after walking up a hillside, he arrived in front of a huge wooden house with a whole body of blue.

Fang Yan followed the group inside, through the wide lobby, to a room inside. The furnishings here are simple and quaint, a blue and white ancient case, a few high-backed benches, a flower table with a pot of spiritual flowers, a calligraphy and painting hanging on the wall, and nothing else. Behind the desk sat an old man with crane hair and a childish face, with white hair but neatly combed, sitting there straight, not showing the slightest old age, making people feel energetic.

Several teachers hurriedly stepped forward to salute, and shouted one by one, very respectful to the old man, and explained the intention in a few words, only to see Qiu Lao smile slightly, and make a gesture for everyone to give him the identity card. So Fang Yan and everyone consciously lined up, bowed forward one by one, and asked Qiu Lao to mark everyone as a disciple of Lingzhi.

It didn't take much effort, and they all completed the registration procedures for Lingzhi disciples, bowed out one by one, and said goodbye to several teachers outside the Lingzhi Hall. Fang Yan also deliberately found the middle-aged teacher, who was a Lingzhi Hall steward named Xia Qingyan, who was still the cousin of the Xia brothers.

When they returned home, the dialect began to get busy again, the Linggu and the Brahmana ginseng were almost ripe, and they had to hurry up and water the spiritual rain to ensure that they needed enough spiritual energy when they were ripe, and they also had to work tirelessly to cast the Rongmu Technique, and move a large amount of spiritual energy from it to the spiritual field. The Difeng Technique dialect can already be used, but he rarely uses it, because he always feels that he will not stay in Luoxia Ridge for too long, and he doesn't know who he made a wedding dress for when he promoted Lingtian.

Qingli bamboo dialect is the most careful, not only these bamboo liquid will be filled, can be used to make wine, but the bamboo forest in the golden top bamboo sun is about to mature, this year's number is far more than last year, there are sixty or seventy plants, there will be thousands of spirit stones in the eyes, this is the dialect can be used blatantly, those spirit stones obtained in secret, even if there are more, they dare not use them in the sect.

Nearly ten acres of ginkgo seeds are also about to ripen, and a large number of elixirs in the medicine field are also about to be picked, the eyes are coming, the harvest of dialects is just around the corner, at this time he is looking forward to the early arrival of Qingluan and them, he is now in urgent need of people to help him harvest, and everyone on Luoxia Ridge has been provoked by Cui Hao and his gang, I am afraid that no one will be willing to help him this year.

After a few more busy days, Fang Yan harvested a stubble of elixir, of which all the elixirs of the five-glycoside soup were collected, and he could finally try the medicinal properties of this decoction.

In the evening, Fang Yan came to the bathroom, according to the prescription of the five glycosides soup into the elixir to the big ding, boiled to the time of boiling, and put a red pill in, boil a pillar of incense time and then scoop up the red pill, the prescription is recorded, the red pill can not be boiled for a long time, otherwise the medicinal properties are too great, but it will cause harm to people.

Then Fang Yan unbuttoned his clothes, slowly soaked his whole body into it, just a few breaths of time to feel the whole body is extremely hot, the Fang Yan in the decoction is like a boiled red prawn at this time, soaked in the water to make the whole body red, can clearly a trace of white gas from the top of the head emerges, the whole person seems to be boiled.

Fang Yan was also in great pain at this time, he didn't expect that the medicinal power of this decoction was so powerful, and in an instant, a large amount of medicinal power poured into the body, and it quickly spread throughout the body, and the flesh and meridians were invaded by the medicinal power, and for a while, the whole body was swollen and burned unspeakably, and an indescribable pain and itching occurred at the same time, making Fang Yan unbearable, and he wanted to jump out of the big ding several times.

However, the experience of soaking in the decoction medicine in the past few years told him that this was the time when the Pure Yang Gong entered the realm the fastest, and he endured this difficult feeling, Fang Yan used all his strength to run the Pure Yang Gong Method, guiding the vitality to cross the hot and red meridians little by little, and the pain was so painful that he couldn't stop shaking, but he still gritted his teeth and persevered, and his teeth were clenched.

After a week, Fang Yan slowly adapted to the burning of the five-glycoside soup, and the red flesh and meridians were a little burned numb, and if it wasn't for the flow of vitality, he couldn't feel the pain of the meridians. The other meridians are okay, the two big yang veins are the most uncomfortable for the dialect, there is a hot vitality flowing through it all the time, following the flow of the vitality, the dialect's body involuntarily trembles, and every moment is very difficult.

The five-glycoside soup that Fang Yan worked so hard to get made him suffer a great crime today, and if it weren't for the stability and tenacity of his soul, he was worried that he would faint this time. After two weeks, the pain was slowly relieved, and the burning sensation around the body was slowly receding, and the body was not as red as it was at the beginning, but it turned purple-red.

A thin layer of black impurities oozed from the surface of the dialect's body, which slowly dissolved in the water and disappeared. After another week, the heat in Fang Yan's body finally subsided, and the decoction changed from the blood-red color at the beginning to black and purple, and the whole Dading was like a foul-smelling sewage, making this bathroom smelly.

After the severe pain, after the burning sensation in the flesh and meridians subsided, it gradually returned to its original color, but the whole body felt a little weak, and he didn't even have the strength to climb out of the big ding. Pure Yang Gong has been running in the body for another week, and the color of the Wuyi soup has also faded a lot, but the fishy and pungent smell has not dissipated.

At this time, Fang Yan regained some strength, slowly stood up from the big ding, tried his best to keep his consciousness awake, and calmed down, and then crawled out of the ding. After sitting on the side of the Ding for a while, Fang Yan used his internal vision to see his body and meridians, and felt that the bitterness just now was not in vain.

After the Pure Yang Gong broke through the second layer, the dialect went through a long period of slow growth, and there was even a period of time when no matter how much cultivation was practiced, the increase in skill was minimal, which made the dialect really a little discouraged. And today's effect once again confirmed the characteristics of pure yang gong, to practice this ancient exercise, the stimulation of external forces is indispensable, and those precious elixirs have finally become a heavy pressure on Fang Yan's heart.

At this time, the physical body of the dialect is comparable to a middle-level magic weapon, and the growth of strength is even more amazing, and the weight of a thousand catties of dialect can be easily lifted, as simple as picking up a pair of chopsticks. The meridians have changed even more, they are almost a circle thicker, and even the color is a little purple, and the flow of mana is much faster, and there is a feeling of surging worship.

Everything is worth it, but Fang Yan is also a little worried, this set of exercises has only reached the second level, the elixir is so difficult to find, and the decoction has become so strong, it is unbearable, Fang Yan is not sure whether he can persist now, I am afraid that if it were not for the outstanding performance of the physical body in the fighting with people and spiritual plants, Fang Yan would have put this set of pure yang exercises on the shelf a long time ago.

After resting for a while, Fang Yan lifted the tripod and poured the sewage into a hole in the bathroom, which was a drainage river that Fang Yan had quietly dug and led to the waterhole behind the house.

After resting for a while, feeling that the meridians had recovered, Fang Yan came to the practice room, sat cross-legged on the futon, swallowed a pill and began to cultivate the Qingyang Jue. Every time the Pure Yang Gong improved by leaps and bounds, the effect of cultivating the Qingyang Jue was much better, so Fang Yan couldn't wait to come here and cultivate wholeheartedly.

After a flash of ten days, Fang Yan has lived a familiar cultivation life again, the medicinal power of Wuyi Tang is still violent, but Fang Yan's physique has been strengthened a lot, and there is no pain like the first soaking, but the effect seems to be far less obvious than the first time, despite this, the progress of pure yang gong is still very fast, and the second layer of exercises has become more and more sophisticated.

It's already August, and the spiritual field of Fang Yan is full of bumper harvests in sight, and Fang Yan is also a little anxious at this time, and he has been looking down the mountain for a month, but now there is no news coming back, and I don't know what happened to them, but don't let anything happen. Before leaving, Fang Yan repeatedly told him not to rush to the road, walk along the crowded area, and if he wanted to come to Juwang, he was also an old man beside Xiao Feng, so nothing should happen, maybe there was a delay on the road.

Fang Yan was thinking about it, and he really couldn't wait for them to come, so he had to discuss with the Xia brothers and ask them to help, but the others couldn't count on it, and they were all confused by Cui Hao, and Fang Yan lit a raging fire of jealousy. If they knew the secrets in the dialect spiritual field, they were afraid that they would not believe that he had the ancient secret book in hand, and only when they took over the dialect spiritual field, then they would want to cry without tears.

Just thinking like this, a messenger flew in, it was Fang Yan who handed it to Ju Wang, Qingluan and they had already arrived, Fang Yan's father actually sent it personally, and now he was also outside the mountain gate of Qinglu Peak.

Fang Yan was overjoyed suddenly, he hadn't gone back for a few years since he came to Lihuomen, and he had long wanted to kiss him, and this time his father also came, how could he not make Fang Yan full of joy. Then he immediately flew his sword, came to the mountain gate of Qinglu Peak at a very fast speed, went through the formalities in the steward's pavilion, and welcomed his father and others in.

This time it was not Fang Tongren who escorted him, and he was accompanied by Fang Kun, the number two person of the Fang family, who was the leader of the autumn hunt that year, and the younger brother of the current patriarch. In addition, there is also a Fang family's clan uncle Fang Ming, who should be called the seventh uncle according to the dialect of his generation, and he is also a cultivator in the middle of Qi training, and the other three are Juwang Qingluan and Li Fang.

Qingluan hasn't seen her for three years, and she is no longer the short and thin little girl, she has grown into a delicate and moving girl, and she is still a little shy when she sees the dialect. Li Fang was excited, he didn't expect that he would have the opportunity to come to Xianmen in this life, if he did well, he could even set up his home nearby, so that his children would have the opportunity to enter the sect, and he didn't ask much about these things along the way.

Fang Yan didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly took everyone into the mountain gate, and led a few people to fly to his residence. When Fang Tong came, he still didn't believe that Fang Yan was already a disciple of the outer sect, and when Yan Yujian rose up and flew up with Qingluan, he couldn't close his mouth happily, and said vigorously that he was still a monk of the sect.

Everyone went all the way to the scenery of Luoxia Ridge, constantly praising Qingluan and Li Fangdu, how could they never imagine that there was really a fairyland on earth. Half an hour later, Fang Yan led everyone to the door of his residence, and Fang Yan opened the door and led everyone in.

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