"Although I have obtained the certificate at this time and can go to hand over, I still need to recover from my injuries..."
The replacement of the old and the new has the endorsement of the Realm Alliance, so the possibility of anything going wrong is very small, but Fang Yuan decided to restore his strength first. After all, in the world of Daqian, only his own transcendence is the capital to speak!
In the inn, he immediately reserved a courtyard and sat cross-legged in the side room, absorbing the vitality of heaven and earth and repairing his physical body.
In the real dream, traces of divine energy dispersed, penetrated into the underworld, captured the majestic power from the endless void, transformed the mercury-like dream energy, and began to restore the three divine swords in the eight-door sword formation.
"The three swords self-destructed. Recovery requires a lot of Meng Yuan power. Fortunately, there is no difficulty in condensing it before, otherwise I might have vomited blood..."
Fang Yuan looked at the cyan force at the core of the Eight Sword Formation and shook his head.
If this resource is used, of course it can be restored immediately, but this is to break through the reserves of the fourth level of Void Saint, and cannot be used lightly.
Unless you encounter some life and death crisis and have to do this, it will be a waste of natural resources.
At this moment, a light flashed in his eyes, and he looked at his attribute column again:
"Name: Fang Yuan
Essence: 20 (42)
Qi: 20 (42)
God: 33 (59)
Occupation: Dream Soldier
Cultivation: Xusheng (third level), Wuzong (fourth level)
Skills: Giant Eagle Iron Body Skill [Fifth Level (50%)], Hundred Poison Alchemy Body [First Refining], Eight Sword Formation [Four Swords (99%)]
Specialties: Medical Skills [Level 3], Implantation Skills [Level 5]"
"I am injured, and various attributes have dropped drastically. However, I have recovered less than half, and the future repairs will be faster. Not only that... It seems to be tempered by the crushing of space, and these days of practice, my giant Eagle Iron Body Skill has improved again..."
The reason why the injury healed so quickly may be due to the ability to solidify attributes.
With a thought, Fang Yuan suddenly felt that his golden finger still had great potential to be tapped.
At this time, he ignored it and looked at the Dragon Pearl.
The materials previously traded to the Realm Alliance were actually nothing at all. This is the real gain!
"And... yellow rice is difficult to grow, but that's not necessarily true for me!"
I started my career as a farmer. Although it was a bit difficult to get along in Daqian, I have finally found a base area. The next step is just to plunder troops and gain food... No! Just improve yourself.
Also, what’s so special about the thing that the Golden Horned Wings are willing to die to protect
Fang Yuan looked at Jiao Zhu quietly.
Although this bead is the essence of his own clone, it feels a little out of control at this time.
Within the Pearl, the original golden and green dragon had been squeezed into a corner, with only a bit of gray light and mist occupying most of the space.
"What exactly is the treasure left by Saint Changli? Cultivation method? Inheritance? Treasure map?"
Through the connection between the dragons within it, Fang Yuan had a slight perception of a vast knowledge base, but at this time, he could not get involved at all.
"With my current mind and cultivation, it would be too far-fetched to read the knowledge and memory of the Manifestation of Saints. It might even be contaminated and cause schizophrenia..."
It is impossible to overestimate the power of the Manifestation of the Creator.
But leaving a piece of fat meat alone and not eating it is not my style.
Fang Yuan thought for a while: "Fortunately, the Changli Saint has some relationship with the dragon clan, and he happens to be attracted by my dragon bead. You can use the dragon's energy inside to slowly absorb a little bit every day. There will be an isolation layer, and then start from the outside, slowly. Go deeper... This is equivalent to having a teacher who teaches by words and deeds day and night... "
Most of his journey as a dream master relied on self-study. Now that he had this collection, he immediately made up for his shortcomings, and he felt happy.
…
Sanyangmen.
Snapped!
The priceless treasures were thrown to the ground like rubbish. A young man in white with sword-shaped eyebrows and majestic hair stood in front of the mountain gate and sneered: "You want to join our division despite your small family, just dream!"
Opposite him, He Qing's face turned red, he gritted his teeth, and veins popped out on his face.
This young man in white is the eldest disciple of the master of the Sanyang Sect, a spiritual master! In terms of status, it is not comparable to what I am now.
Moreover, there seemed to be a trace of jealousy hidden deep in the other party's eyes.
"He is a spiritual man after all and cannot inherit the mantle of the Sanyang Clan Master. When he saw me coming to become a disciple, he tried every means to obstruct me... Hateful!"
Although full of resentment, He Qing still didn't say a word at this time, bowed, turned around and left.
"It's a pity... If he provokes again, I can give him a surprise he will never forget!"
The young man looked at this scene and his face darkened.
He is extremely talented, but he falls short of it. He cannot become a dream master and cannot inherit his master's legacy.
Now that I see a qualified person coming, I feel naturally unhappy, and I have to mess with it.
"After all... I am the master's nephew. I have done some work occasionally, but it is nothing... Although He Qing has qualifications, his foundation is not strong. I took the test on my behalf, and he got the master's acquiescence."
He murmured, looking at the dark mountain gate, but unconsciously there was a shiver in his back.
Deep inside Sanyang Gate, inside the Quiet Room.
A mysterious light emerged, revealing the scene in front of a Taoist.
He had a ruddy complexion and three long beards that swayed in the wind. At this time, he was very aware of everything outside, and even the nephew's heart.
"Mantle... Hehe, how can you and others understand the longevity of Master Meng? I'm afraid the old master will have to die for you one by one!"
For the dream master, whether to accept a disciple or not, and even the nephew's struggle are just interesting spices for after-dinner meals.
This is the feeling of being high up and looking down at the ants fighting.
But despite this, there was also a hint of unhappiness in his heart.
This eldest disciple, relying on his status as a nephew, really went too far...
…
"Master, what should we do next?"
When the He family and the group left Sanyang Gate, Manager He asked with some trepidation.
The Dream Master Shenlong never sees the end, let alone communicate with mortals. This line of Sanyang Clan was not easy for the family to establish.
But now, just because of a disciple's interference, he can't even see the face of Master Sanyang, so he naturally feels angry.
"What else can I do? I can only endure it slowly and beg for a chance! That young man is just one person. Under the disciples of Master Sanyang, I can't allow him to speak out, right? As long as I can ask to see the master, I still have a three-point chance!"
He Qing smiled bitterly.
As for finding another famous teacher, I haven't even thought about it.
Is it true that the Dream Master is so easy to find and his inheritance is so good? Even if you have qualifications, there are many things that don't meet the entry level.
The group of people felt depressed and returned to the Jinyang City mansion.
"Master!"
At this time, the maid Xiaoju who was waiting by the door came forward in surprise. She seemed to have something to say, but seeing everyone's gloomy expressions, she didn't say anything for a while.
"What's the matter?"
He Qing managed to calm down and asked.
"It's Mr. Fang Yuan from last time. He has settled in Qingyun Inn and sent someone to deliver a message!"
"It's him?!"
He Qing was originally in a bad mood, but at this moment he felt something in his heart: "Forget it, prepare a three-color water gift, and I'll go see him. The three chiefs may have some ideas!"
This person is also a spiritual person, but his cultivation level is difficult to determine. After all, it is a path.
Moreover, the other party is knowledgeable and may be able to give some other opinions
…
Qingyun Inn, in the small courtyard.
A banyan tree is shaped like a canopy and lush.
Fang Yuan was wearing burlap clothes, making tea and drinking it in the shade of a tree, enjoying himself.
"Sir, you are so laid-back, I'm so envious of you!"
The water mist was lingering, and the fragrance of tea was faint. He Qing suddenly realized that all the irritability, fear, and all the negative interests were wiped away, and he couldn't help but sigh.
At this time, Fang Yuan showed even more respect and directly addressed him as sir.
"Just a few tricks..."
Fang Yuan sipped the fragrant tea and smiled without saying a word.
In fact, as a dream master, you pay more attention to your own spiritual practice, and use poetry, French wine, tea ceremony, etc. as a way to purify your own thoughts.
The same goes for sitting and forgetting the tea ceremony.
Moreover, this is my master's method of self-cultivation. Compared with the ordinary dream master's method, it is more in line with the Tao, which is no small matter.
"It's just... The person sitting in front of me is a layman, so there is no need to ask him for spiritual tea... "
Fang Yuan picked up the tea cup and his eyes flashed.
Even in the world of Daqian, spiritual objects that can directly increase divine energy are still very rare. Although I am not afraid of it, it is still troublesome to expose it rashly.
"Of course... Ordinary Asking the Soul Tea does not have such effects. It must be combined with the Zuowang Tea Ceremony to achieve the miraculous effect of tasting heavenly and spiritual things!"
Many thoughts flashed through his mind, and Fang Yuan smiled: "Young Master is here, but things are not going well for Sanyang Clan?"
"Exactly... It's pity that my family has paved a road, but it was blocked by Yang Zhantang, the great disciple of Zhenren!"
He Qing sighed and told the story of the previous bad luck.
"Originally, this is your private matter and I shouldn't get involved, but I thought I was destined to be a lobbyist for you before!"
Fang Yuan has his own set of standards when dealing with things.
Spiritual objects cannot be given away lightly, but conveying messages to others only consumes a little face, and it also helps to become familiar with the power of dream masters in Yunzhou, which is naturally different.
"Ah! Thank you sir!"
He Qing was shocked and almost left the table and bowed down.
"No need, it's just fate..."
Fang Yuan closed his eyes for a moment, and was distracted by the real dream, inside the Jiemeng Mountain: "Inquiry... Master Sanyang!"
"Ding! This is a member of our alliance, a three-leaf monk. With your permission, you can obtain his contact talisman!"
There was immediate feedback on the boundary monument.
"Master Sanyang?"
"Oh, which fellow practitioner from this alliance are you?"
After using the nameplate to contact him, a divine thought responded instantly.
"My name is Fang Yuan, and I was recommended by Elder Lianhuo to be the new governor of Jinyang Blessed Land!"
Fang Yuan didn't mind using Elder Huo Lian's tiger skin to join the faction, there had to be some benefits.
"It turns out to be fellow Taoist Fang Yuan, and we will be close neighbors in the future!"
Immediately there was a sense of intimacy in his mind.
"That's right, there's something..."
After Fang Yuan explained the matter, the other person was silent for a while, and then said: "Since it is entrusted by fellow Taoist, I will meet him!"
"good!"
Inside the inn, Fang Yuan waved his hand and said to He Qing: "It's done. If you go and ask for a meeting again, you will surely get your wish!"