"The sun is scorching hot, life is boring..."
At noon, when the sun was at its strongest, Fang Xing sat on a cool chair in the grass shed with his legs crossed. In the distance, Wang Zhi and others were busy in the medicine field. When the sun is strongest, its flowers will open automatically, and only at this time can the parasitic insects in its stamens be caught.
Fang Xing, the elder of Lingtian No. 3 C, naturally doesn't need to do such rough work. Since he stabbed Wang Zhi that night, Fang Xing has become the master of Lingtian No. 3 C, and even the stinky socks every day Someone washed it and dried it.
It's not that Wang Zhi didn't think about revenge. On the second day, he looked at Fang Xing with bad eyes.
But Fang Xing just smiled, and stabbed him in the thigh again. From then on, Wang Zhi was completely convinced.
The strong are afraid of the ruthless!
Although Wang Zhi is known as the boss of No. 3 Lingtian, he only bullies and bullies the little Taoist boys around him. When has he really used a knife with someone? It must be known that although he is a Taoist boy, he was selected for three generations of goodness.
Counting three generations back to the ancestors, there is no one who is more ruthless than Fang Xing, let alone him.
As for the others, they were completely convinced that night, and the little freckles were still trembling after seeing Fang Xing.
Sitting idle for a while was also boring, so Fang Xing pulled himself together and read the Qingyun Forging Qi Chapter again, but after a while, he shook his head and closed it again, it was useless, he had already tried, according to Qingyun I couldn't feel the so-called aura at all about the cultivation method mentioned in the chapter on forging qi. 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 Lingtian No. 3 C can sense the existence of spiritual energy, and even Wang Zhi, the so-called sensory sense of energy, is just to put gold on his face. Xing has already forced out the truth.
However, Fang Xing was still not willing to throw away this scripture. After all, Wang Zhi and the others said that among the ten thousand Taoists, there were still some people who cultivated the aura mentioned in the book based on this scripture, and because of this, they became Qingyun Mountain outer disciple.
There are not many such people, but there are one or two days of such rumors every year, so it should not be false.
"Maybe I'm not good at practicing..."
Fang Xing shook his head helplessly, thinking that it is not unreasonable for Taoism to value qualifications, qualifications are indeed important.
Abandoning the plan to study the Qingyun Forging Qi Chapter, Fang Xing took out the thin purple booklet in his bag. This booklet was given to him by his uncle Jiu, and brought the disaster of killing the valley to Ghost Smoke Valley. It was also this book. On that night, Xiao Jianming stepped on an iron eagle, descended from the sky, controlled a Youhan flying sword, and killed all three hundred bandits in Ghost Smoke Valley.
The only one who escaped was himself, the little bandit.
Xiao Jianming always thought that the tenth bandit leader who escaped was a strong man like the others, but he probably didn't expect that he was just a ten-year-old child...
It was precisely because he was a child that when others were determined to fight to the death, Uncle Jiu gave this book to him, told him to keep it safe, and then threw himself into the secret passage. Fang Xing ran away without any hesitation. He ran away quickly. He knew that he was definitely no match for the cold and stern man standing on Tie Ying's back. Even the Tie Ying at his feet could grab him to death with one claw...
There were five ancient seal characters written on the cover of the thin purple booklet. Fang Xing had learned ancient seal characters from Uncle Jiu, so he knew that there were five big characters written on it: Yin Yang Shen Mo Jian.
However, after opening it, it was completely blank inside, and it was still the same when it was illuminated by the sun.
He was sure that this was not a blank book, otherwise Ghost Mist Valley would not have suffered such a catastrophe.
"Could it be written with some kind of potion, just like those treasure maps made by the second uncle to deceive the fat sheep?"
Fang Xing thought about it for a while, but he didn't feel like it.
That kind of potion has a time limit, and this book is obviously very old, such ancient traces cannot be fooled.
Thinking of this, Fang Xing put this book on the Qingyun Forging Qi Chapter that was spread on his knees, raised his head and sighed softly, 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 the book of Yin-Yang Gods and Demons, as if it had manifested out of thin air.
"Qing Yun Qi Refining Chapter, the method of practicing Qi Condensation, refining Qi and transforming Qi, can become supernatural powers..."
"Damn it..."
Fang Xing sat up straight suddenly, staring blankly at the few lines in the book.
On the blank page at this time, what is manifested is the introduction to the Qingyun Forging Qi Chapter. It is not detailed, but a few words, explaining the purpose, principle, and even the shortcomings of the Qingyun Forging Qi Chapter. Everything is pointed out...
After staying there for a while, Fang Xing lifted the book Yin-Yang Shenmojian, and sure enough, the handwriting quickly disappeared.
Put it down again, and when it came into contact with the Qingyun Forging Qi Chapter, the handwriting appeared again.
Fang Xing was agitated for a while, and hurriedly looked around. After thinking about it, he put the half-eaten watermelon next to him on the book.
no response…
"Is it too common?"
Fang Xing rummaged around again, and suddenly remembered the snuff bottle he was holding in his arms. According to the fourth uncle who gave it to him at the time, it was a good treasure. Can turn over a cow.
The snuff bottle was placed on the book, and after a while, there was a faint handwriting appearing:
"Dharma artifact, can store mist, not graded..."
It was just ten simple words, and after waiting for a long time, there were no more.
"It turned out to be a magic weapon. It really is a good thing. The fourth uncle is indeed the most real among the nine uncles, although he is a bit perverted..."
Fang Xing muttered, and tried several things back and forth, but nothing could trigger the book to react.
"Boss Fang, it's really hot today, let's drink 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, and his relationship with Fang Xing gradually improved. According to him, he just didn't know each other without beating him. Although he was stabbed twice, he met a ten-year-old What a man.
Fang Xing hid the book calmly, and scolded with a smile: "Your grandma knows how to drink, have you finished your work?"
"It's almost there, the rest of them can take care of it, I'll go buy wine!"
Wang Zhi came over, picked up a piece of watermelon and gnawed it, but didn't move for a long time.
"Just you poor ghost, how much money can you have?"
Fang Xing cursed contemptuously, threw a piece of broken silver over, and said, "More pork head meat!"
"okay… "
Wang Zhi took the broken silver with a smile on his face, threw the watermelon away, and ran down the mountain.
Although this elixir field belongs to the property of the Daoist sect, the people who take care of it are Taoist boys. To put it bluntly, they are mortals. There is a small town where you can buy a lot of things, but they are more expensive than ordinary people. Most of its customers are Taoist boys who manage the medicine fields.
Fang Xing is not a ruthless person, he will give some sweets when it is time to give sweets, for example, he often invites these people to drink.
The Taoist boys will have a salary of three taels of silver every month, but before Fang Xing came, the money belonged to Wang Zhi, and after Fang Xing came, the money became Fang Xing's. A person who is clinging to the money and knocking the door, although the money is stolen, but after buying wine and meat, everyone eats and drinks together, not like Wang Zhi before, closing the door and enjoying it alone.
To put it bluntly, he robbed the money just to show his status.
After Wang Zhi left, Fang Xingbian began to think about the book of Yin-Yang Shenmojian again. The more he thought about it, the more strange he felt. He guessed that this book should have some kind of identification ability, but it is not possible to identify everything. Yes, judging from the current experiments, it only works on things related to Taoism or spirituality, such as cultivation scriptures and magic tools with spirituality...
"Oh, it's useless, can I still be a treasure appraiser?"
Fang Xing thought for a while, and then felt a little frustrated. No matter how good this book is, it is of little use to him!
"Hee hee, I picked a few more Fang Zhongbao plants and tried to sell them. It's another small fortune..."
At this time, another laughing voice came from not far away, and it was the little freckles and the hanged ghost who had returned.
Little Freckles is still holding a few green and purple herbs in his hand, with a smile on his face, very proud.
This is a kind of accompanying grass in the elixir field, called Huajing grass, also known as Fang Zhongbao, it belongs to a weed in the ling field, it must be removed when found, because this grass is of no use to practitioners, but It is very useful for people in the world of mortals, because the function of this herb is to turn blood into essence. After taking it, it will also make people into that... Dragon spirit and tiger fierceness, this word is not unfamiliar, right
It is precisely because of this that people in the world of mortals welcome this kind of herb very much. The medicine boy picked this kind of herb and often sold it.
"Turning blood into essence... Refining essence into Qi..."
Fang Xing just glanced over it at first, and didn't pay attention to it. He only paid attention to this thing because his fourth uncle liked it better.
But suddenly, he thought of something, sat up suddenly, and stared at the little freckle.
"Boss Fang... I'm not lazy..."
Little Freckle was startled, her butt sank, and she almost sat on the ground.
The hanged ghost was also taken aback, thinking that he and the little freckle had offended Fang Xing somewhere, so he was too scared to move.
"Bring me that thing..."
The little freckle was stunned, and handed it over tremblingly.
Fang Xing grabbed the Huajingcao from the hands of the little freckles, hesitated for a moment, and suddenly put it in his mouth and ate it in big gulps.