Not only dialects, but there were many people on the flying boat who were riding this kind of flying magic weapon for the first time, and the early Qi Refining Cultivators could not fly, and the feeling of flying high in the air still made these young people excited. Everyone was pointing and talking outside, not someone poked their heads out, and Fang's scenery quickly shrank back in fright.

The same is true of dialects, which have never flown at such a height, and are very curious about the magnificent mountains and rivers, cities and fields like small lattices embedded in the vast mountains. There was a protective shield around the boat, and I didn't feel the wind blowing outside at all.

On the flying boat, several monks who looked like stewards were meditating on the side, and only the old monk was surrounded by two young monks, a man and a woman, asking this and that. The old monk was the one who took the introduction to the dialect, and he was very patient with a pleasant face, and always spoke softly and kindly, no matter what others asked.

Fang Yan had a good impression of the old monk, but unfortunately it was too far away, and the flying boat was a little crowded, so it was really inconvenient to go there, so he had to meditate or think about his thoughts like other monks, and gradually lost the freshness he had when he first got on the flying boat.

The flying boat is slow, in fact, it is thousands of miles a day. Three days later, the ship flew into a vast mountain, crossed a group of misty attics, and landed steadily in a square in front of a large hall. Standing on the square, the big hall in front of you is extremely majestic, there are several palaces and pavilions around, row upon row, the eaves and green tiles, and then with the towering trees, it is a good fairy atmosphere.

The monks jumped off the flying boat one after another, lined up in several columns and followed behind the men, and walked towards the main hall with a stone foundation and cornices. The main hall has only two floors, but it is very tall, white stone and green tiles, painted pillars and carved beams, a huge plaque above the lintel, several seal body big book "deacon hall".

Entering the hall, a look at the huge central hall picture scroll, painted mountains, stones, flowers and birds, beasts, insects and snakes. In the middle is a large purple carved table, and behind it is a high-backed luan pedestal, on which sits a green-robed monk with long hair and hair. There was a carved wooden chair on each side, and there were more than ten people sitting on it, and they felt a faint coercion when they were far away from the dialect, but they were afraid that each of these monks was not simple.

The main hall is very spacious, there are eight dragon pillars, standing tall and upright, supporting a side of the painted roof beams inlaid with faint fluorite. The whole hall is paved with white terrazzo marble, and the light can illuminate people. Dozens of mermaids rushed in, and they only occupied a small part of the main hall, and it seemed empty everywhere.

The leading Zhuji monk led everyone to the front of the long case, bowed down and clasped his fists and saluted: "Back to the master, all the ten outer disciples and thirty-five servant disciples included this time have been brought here, please give instructions to the master." ”

As soon as the bearded monk waved his hand, the leading monks bowed and withdrew from the hall. At this time, the long-haired monk walked out from behind the case, one by one, and said in a harmonious voice: "Fellow Daoists, this seat Hongyunzi, Xi is the head of this sect. Now that you have arrived here, from now on, you will become my disciples from the Fire Gate. I only hope that you will abide by the rules of the door, cultivate wholeheartedly, fulfill your duties, and promote me from the inheritance of the Fire Sect. Next, I will ask all the deacons of Lingfeng to select disciples, and all the outer disciples will enter the Red Eagle Peak. ”

After saying a few words, the head of Hong Yunzi finished speaking, and more than ten monks hastily divided everyone, two or three people per peak, but it was over in a quarter of an hour. Before the dialect could remember which spirit peaks there were, it was already over, so he had to quickly follow a deacon from Qinglu Peak, who had just been assigned to this spirit peak.

There are also two men and a woman who are assigned to Qinglu Peak together, the man's cultivation is the highest, the second level of qi refining, one or two years older than the dialect, and the age requirements of the small sect for servant disciples are more lenient. And the female disciple is similar to the dialect, fifteen or sixteen years old, and she has clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes.

The three of them followed closely behind the deacon, got on a small boat, and flew for half an hour to reach a peak. On the road, Fang Yan took advantage of the fact that the two of them were not paying attention, and slipped out a small bag containing ten spirit stones from his sleeve and quietly stuffed it to the deacon. The man was stunned for a moment, then immediately understood, put it away casually, and nodded at the dialect.

That mountain peak is Qinglu Peak, the mountain is very tall, there are a total of nine mountains like this from the Fire Gate, together with the surrounding mountains, known as the Nine Peaks and Eighteen Ridges. Came to a steward's pavilion at the foot of Qinglu Peak, and when he arrived here, it was the jurisdiction of these deacons, and he instructed the people in the pavilion to quickly complete the entry procedures for the three of them.

Each person received a storage bag, which contained a jade slip, a set of gray robes, a few spirit stones, and a bottle of elixir. Then he led the three of them into a room in turn, and the dialect finally entered, and the deacon led him to a map, pointed to the map and said: "I have a total of nine peaks from the fire gate, and our Qinglu Peak and other peaks are mainly planted, and we have three ridges under the jurisdiction of riding dragons, Luoxia and Luoyun. The aura in the peak is acceptable, but the servant disciples mainly do some miscellaneous work, and to put it bluntly, they are miscellaneous workers. If you go to the three mountains below, the aura is much worse, but as long as you plant some spirit grass in the spirit valley, you can use the rest of the time by yourself, and you only need to inform the stewards of each ridge regularly. What do you think, nephew?"

Where is the dialect still not understood, this is the deacon saw him on the Tao, was mentioning him, and hurriedly thanked: "But Uncle Shi is in charge, the disciple just wants to have more time to cultivate, and the task of the sect must be completed by the disciple." ”

"Okay, then you can choose one of these mountains, but you have to ask the steward of the ridge where it is. ”

Dialect map, a while, a place on the Luoxia Ridge. It is a little far away from the sect, but there are plains within hundreds of miles nearby, which is the main road in and out of the sect, and there is a fang market not far away. Thinking of this, the dialect pointed to the place.

"Well, although that place is remote, it is better because the place is larger, and the task is not heavy, which is good among the tasks of the servant disciples. With that, he called someone and asked him to fly over with the dialect. If you go by yourself, it will take half a day, and you may not be able to find a place to go for the first time.

The disciple walked outside with the dialect, took out the flying sword, and flew towards the Luoxia Ridge with the dialect. The steward in charge of Lingshang was found to be an inner disciple in white clothes, in the late stage of qi refining, named Xiao Feng, these were all told to him by this disciple on the road.

Fang Yan hurriedly stuffed two spirit stones to the senior brother who brought him, and hurried to the residence of the Xiao steward. This is an attic with a small courtyard, and there are several mortal servants and maids in it, and when they saw that he was a monk, they hurried inside.

After a while, Fang Yan heard the passage and walked in, and came to the living room of the attic, only to see a large room with a desk and a few chairs, and the furnishings were not luxurious. This steward named Xiao Feng is in his twenties, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, tall figure, dignified appearance, and a loud voice, and he does not have the arrogance of a monk on his body, but he looks a little like a person in the green forest.

Fang Yan hurriedly greeted him, said about the steward's pavilion in the peak, and asked him to give instructions, and handed over two pots of good wine. The steward began to say two polite sentences, and when he saw that it was wine, he opened it curiously, and when he smelled the wine, he was immediately overjoyed, and he opened his mouth to ask where Fang Yan thought. Fang Yan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, like a good wine person, and after trying it, he was guessed by himself.

Hurriedly found a location on the edge of a waterhole on a sand table next to the living room, where there were more than 40 acres of spiritual fields, and there were still many places that had not been cultivated. Moreover, the environment of this place is very quiet, and it is usually undisturbed, which is suitable for a secret dialect.

Sure enough, Xiao Feng readily agreed, took out a piece of jade slip from the storage bag, which contained several spells required by the spirit plant, and asked the servant to bring a set of spirit plant tools, all of which were low-level magic weapons. Fang Yan hurriedly thanked him, and Xiao Feng waved his hand, and said very generously, if there is any difficulty, you can find him, and patted him on the shoulder affectionately.

This set of things that I have learned in the family is still very practical, and the sophistication of human feelings can be used everywhere, and monks are also human beings first, and they learn to be human beings before cultivating, and their father's teachings are very reasonable.

After saying goodbye to Xiao Feng, Fang Yan came to his residence. This place has not been inhabited for a long time, probably because it is relatively remote, and the house has accumulated a thick layer of dust. The house is built of bluestone, and the spirit wood of more than 100 years is separated into rooms, so there are signs of decay and collapse, but the furniture in the room is messy, tables and chairs are placed everywhere, and the ground is paved with bluestone slabs, except for a layer of ash, it is still as clean as new, and the people who first built the house are very careful.

There is a waterhole near the outside of the house, and a small half-suspended pavilion is built near the waterhole, and the dialect is like. After the inside and out, the dialect began to clean the house, and the monk did it much faster, and in an hour, it was all new. Fang Yan also plans to build a small courtyard on the edge of the pond, and then choose a place to open up a medicine field.

It was getting late, so Fang Yan boiled a portion of animal meat in his kitchen and ate it with relish. I don't know how long I want to live here, but I always have to make this place more comfortable, and cultivation is not to make myself a saint who has no seven emotions and six desires and does not eat the fireworks of the world, but to let my heart transcend all kinds of restrictions, so that my heart can grow naturally and reach my own self. The so-called Wanhua Tiancheng, people are born in the heaven and earth, and they are also the spiritual creatures created by this heaven and earth.

At least the dialect is like this, the heart is deep, even if the person is in the immortal path, he still has an indelible mortal heart, full of the worldly feelings of the mortal world.

After dinner, Fang Yan changed the bathroom, the big copper tripod was placed in the middle, and other objects had to be added. After the soup was finished, the dialect entered the blue bead space, and after throwing the broken plate I bought last time into it, I haven't had a chance to come in, and now it's finally possible.

When I went inside, I was startled, and the spirit grass inside grew like weeds, and some of them grew to the height of a person, and they were about to grow to the top of this space. Fang Yan picked out some mature spirit grass and put it away, and planted some of the ones used in the body refining decoction, as well as those unknown seeds, and planted a little bit of each, and the inside became dense again.

The plate had been searched for a long time, but nothing was left to see some broken fragments. Could it be that it was eaten by this bead, Fang Yan only knew that it would eat spiritual objects and spiritual stones with aura, but how could that broken plate eat without aura. Fang Yan carefully picked up the pieces and prepared to take them outside and throw them away.

Suddenly, he noticed that the color of the ground seemed to be different from before, and the entire surface of the soil was covered with a faint layer of earthy yellow, just like the color of the plate before. Could it be that this is what the bead eats, could it be that it does not want to eat it itself every time, but uses the spiritual grass in the cultivation space, and that plate is likely to be an earth-attribute spiritual object, and it is something that the spiritual grass needs very much. Tian is just guessing, I can't figure out what is going on, and the dialect doesn't bother to think about it, as long as there is a benefit, it doesn't matter what it is, thinking of this, the dialect flashed out and went to sleep.

After sleeping all night, Fang Yan came to the spiritual field he was responsible for, which was not small, with more than forty acres, and the task was to pay two hundred catties of Linggu and one hundred catties of ginkgo every year. The spirit valley is ripe once a year, and the ginkgo fruit is ripe every two years, both of which are needed by sect monks or spirit beasts raised. Heaven, the dialect is mixed, the worry is that it is full of long weeds, if you want to plant Linggu weeding, it will take a few days, and the good thing is that there are many white fruit trees in the spiritual field are still alive, and there may be a harvest this year.

According to what the jade slip said, Fang Yan took out the tools used by the spiritual plant, and worked hard to weed and plough the ground in the field. After a few days, Fang Yan leveled out a piece of spiritual field, and carefully transplanted the surviving white fruit trees together, even the saplings were gathered up a lot, and the seedlings that could be born here could always adapt to the soil faster, and when all these fruit trees and seedlings were planted, they occupied nearly ten acres of land, and planted ten acres of white fruit tree seeds, and all the work was finally half completed.

During the day, the dialect worked in the spiritual field, soaked in soup and medicine at night, and practiced the spiritual planting technique in his spare time, starting with the spiritual rain technique, and practiced it repeatedly. Anyway, Fang Yan bought a lot of pills in Qiyue Immortal City, and used them extravagantly to assist in cultivation every day, if he was surprised, even the inner disciples did not have such a high treatment.

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