Fang Shan retreated step by step until he was almost forced into a desperate situation. He stopped and said slowly: "Don't force me, otherwise..."
Wei Sushen stopped three feet away from him, raised his eyebrows and asked, "What else?"
Before he finished speaking, an overwhelming number of bottle caps fell from mid-air, more densely packed than before. They were in the same space, making it almost impossible to avoid them.
Fang Shan said calmly: "This is a companion chapter to The Heavenly Lady Scattering Flowers, The Flowers Fall from the Sky."
Wei Sushen closed his eyes, seeming to be suppressing something: "What exactly is in your mind?"
"Does the host think it's water?" Fang Shan shook his head and said seriously: "No, it's all filled with you."
“…”
The moon is surprisingly bright tonight, and it is dazzling when viewed from the wilderness.
The wind has no shelter here, blowing completely, mixed with some kind of thin whimpering, getting into people's ears, making them unable to help but subconsciously hold their breath to listen.
It was not an ordinary person's cry, it was like a mouse, sharp and unpleasant.
Fang Shan hid behind Wei Sushen: "There are ghosts, I'm so scared."
Wei Sushen looked at him indifferently.
Fang Shan straightened his clothes and walked out: "I thought the host would like this type."
Wei Sushen looked at the sky: "It's very late."
Fang Shan nodded and walked back with him.
The soft whimpering stopped, and when the strong wind blew again, it brought with it a strange fragrance.
"You two young masters, stay here." A woman in red appeared behind her, her skin as white as snow, looking at them pitifully.
Wei Sushen couldn't help but frown, and had to admit that although the woman in front of him was also red, although she was beautiful, she had an air of travel that was not as good as Fang Shan's.
The woman's feet seemed to be sprained, and she was carrying a basket on her back, with several medicinal plants vaguely visible inside.
While speaking, he limped a few steps forward: "I went to the mountains to collect herbs and sprained my foot. I wonder if you can help me back."
Seeing that Wei Sushen didn't answer, he quickly said: "Not far away, I am Zhang Blacksmith's daughter, and my family lives in the city."
Wei Sushen did not have the habit of facing unknown entities with his back, so he turned around when he noticed something unusual. However, Fang Shan only looked back at this moment with a playful smile: "Girl, it's really hard work for you to come to collect medicine so late."
"There's going to be an alchemist conference in the city, and I'm looking for some medicinal materials to sell at a good price."
Fang Shan narrowed his eyes: "She's beautiful. She doesn't have the aura of a monk. She looks weak and can be bullied. Under normal circumstances, it doesn't hurt to help, but..."
The woman subconsciously asked: "But what?"
Fang Shan suddenly smiled: "You have been lying from the beginning. You are not from Chao'an City."
The woman was startled: "Master, where did you start talking about this?"
Fang Shan: "People from Chao'an, whether they are monks or common people, will not leave the city these days."
It's pitiful that these people are frightened by the puppets.
Every time he said a word, a bottle cap came out of his mouth. The woman originally wanted to pretend it, but within a few breaths, her nose and face were bruised and swollen.
It was determined that Fang Shan really had no sympathy for her, and her graceful figure quickly shriveled up. She was no longer a charming woman, and what appeared in front of them was a thin old woman.
Fang Shan: "Demon cultivator?"
"There is nothing so disgusting in the Demon Realm." A voice came from mid-air, and the Demon Lord suddenly appeared. At night, he added an extra cloak, which looked domineering when the wind blew.
The old woman seemed to recognize the Demon Lord, her face was filled with fear, and she turned around to run away.
The Demon Lord's ability to frighten an area naturally relies on his strong strength. He stood still, his sleeves and robes seemed to cover a patch of moonlight, and the moment he swung it out, he trapped the old woman in it.
Fang Shan took a closer look at the demon lord who "drew his sword to help him when he saw an injustice" and seriously considered the possibility of his body being taken away from him.
The Demon Lord stepped forward: "I have been looking for this old guy for many years, but I didn't expect to meet him here today."
Fang Shan's lips curved...it turned out to be an old grudge.
Knowing that there was no hope of escape, the old woman made a gurgling sound in her throat and suddenly looked at Fang Shan and Wei Sushen: "I will never let you go even if I am a ghost!"
Fang Shan tilted his head and asked Wei Sushen: "Do you feel that these words seem familiar?"
Wei Sushen helped him recall: "In the last world, Li Kai said the same thing before he died."
Fang Shan frowned: "I don't understand. The one who wants to kill her is the Demon Lord. What does it have to do with us?"
Wei Sushen also felt that the old woman was being unreasonable.
After a comparison... I found again that Fang Shan was reasonable.
The old woman was still cursing them crazily. She was also unlucky. She was originally a bad cultivator who lived in the mountains and practiced cannibalism. Her abilities were average and she relied entirely on catching people by surprise.
There were too many monks in the city, so she usually wouldn't get close to them for fear of being recognized. But recently, there was an unknown evil wind blowing, and not even a single monk went to practice in the suburbs. She had no choice but to take the risk of going into the city to hunt at night.
The Demon Lord sneered: "If you have the chance to reincarnate, remember to take revenge, but I guess you won't have this chance..."
After saying that, he directly crushed the old woman's Dantian to pieces.
In the end, the old woman was still looking at Fang Shan and Wei Sushen with her eyes closed.
The Demon Lord pulled off a piece of fabric from the old woman's body and carefully wiped the blood stains on his hands bit by bit.
Fang Shan couldn't help but think about the annual drama in which the Demon Lord was young and ignorant, and was deceived and fell in love by an old woman. The Demon Lord seemed to know what he was thinking, and his face changed: "I and..."
"The truth is not important," Fang Shan waved his hand: "If it is not as interesting as I imagined, what is the need to know."
"..." The Demon Lord endured it again and again, until he couldn't bear it anymore and looked in the direction of Wei Sushen: "How did you resist beating him to death?"
Wei Sushen: "Be prepared to keep the teachings."
The Demon Lord said sincerely: "If it succeeds, it will be an invincible path."
Fang Shan: “…”
The 'Two Saints Disaster' is not a complete disaster. There is a mountain forest outside Chao'an City, which contains many natural and earthly treasures, and there are also many evil heretics hiding in it.
The old woman Fang Shan met last night was one of them, but recently these evil cultivators had cut off their supply, so they had to risk going to the city, and many of them were wiped out.
When Fang Shan passed by the book store, he didn't know why, so he went in and took a look, and found that he had left another entry in the history book.
Wei Sushen was not very interested in these, and was reading some books introducing basic knowledge. To this day, he has no understanding of Tao.
There are not many monks in the book store, and the sales of "History of Tianxuan Continent" have been extremely hot recently, and Fang Shan and Wei Sushen are indispensable.
However, there were not many people discussing it today. The focus of everyone's attention was on the alchemy conference that was being held. There were also some gambling houses that opened the market based on this. No matter who they were optimistic about, they could go and place bets.
Some things sound ordinary at first, but after hearing them for a long time, you will have ideas.
Fang Shan and Wei Sushen's eyes met in mid-air, but they both looked away guiltily, and then focused again.
Putting down the book, Fang Shan coughed lightly: "The host and I want to go together."
Wei Sushen pursed her thin lips tightly and remained silent, pretending not to understand what he was talking about.
Fang Shan sneered: "Why deny it."
Those who are close to Zhu are red, those who are close to Tong are black.
Wei Sushen had no choice but to continue talking about the previous topic: "The elixir may be useful."
Fang Shan smiled and said: "The host and I really have a good connection."
Wei Sushen raised his forehead, it was because of this that he began to doubt his own values.
Fang Shan: "We are so in sync, we might as well become brothers with different surnames. We don't want to be born in the same year, the same month and the same day, but we want to die on the same day."
Wei Sushen: "...Don't come up with such high-sounding reasons for drinking."
After being exposed, Fang Shan didn't feel guilty. Then he thought about it, drinking sworn sworn friends was only half a bottle of wine at most, which was a bit of a loss.
Wei Sushen was still thinking about whether to set a drinking limit, and Fang Shan suddenly asked: "How about a wedding banquet? Have a flowing banquet, and become a fake couple. From then on, there will be no doubt about the love between the two."
"..." After refusing with an indifferent expression, Wei Sushen discussed career with him.
Fang Shan felt disappointed, but still cooperated: "Elixir is indeed a solution."
Wei Sushen nodded. He could feel the majestic power in his body, which could completely filter out the negative effects of the elixir.
Fang Shan made a decision, patted Wei Su Shen on the shoulder, and took a deep breath: "From today on, we will take drugs, and we will either achieve a breakthrough or die."
There isn't much else in Chao'an at the moment, but there are plenty of alchemists and medicinal materials.
Fang Shan is well-informed and can easily judge the value of various types of elixirs, and he bargains with the owner of the elixir shop like a vegetable seller.
"One hundred spiritual stones, if you don't give me, I will leave."
The boss watched Fang Shan walk to the door with cold eyes, without any intention of opening his mouth to stop him.
Fang Shan didn't feel embarrassed, so he turned a corner and came back: "Forget it, one hundred and two is just one hundred and two."
After paying the money, he tapped his fingers on the table: "I will give you another porcelain vase."
The boss said expressionlessly: "A spiritual stone."
Fang Shan paid the money with a dark face. The porcelain bottle of the alchemy shop can keep the potency of the medicine from evaporating. One spiritual stone is already considered cheap. On weekdays, it costs at least two or three.
Wei Sushen: "Don't you want to continue buying?"
Fang Shan shook his head: "Although the geese have plucked their hair, I have already plucked two here. Let's go to another one."
You can't just pluck wool in one place, because it's not conducive to sustainable development if it's bald.
The boss watched them leave with a sullen face, and the clerk was puzzled: "If you don't want to, you can just stop doing this business."
"Have you ever heard of a sacred weapon?"
The waiter was surprised and recalled the faces and voices of the two men: "Could it be them?"
The boss packed up the medicinal materials: "That's all, the elixirs are inherently profitable, so they can be considered a profit."
But my heart was bleeding, and I made nine-tenths less than usual.
The waiter murmured: "It turns out that the "History of Tianxuan Continent" is all true."
Fang Shan is already notorious, and his current mentality is frankly called breaking the can and breaking the pot.
I went around the alchemy shops in the city, and all the ones with better quality were bought. After I had no target, I naturally extended my claws into the alchemist conference.
As soon as he entered the venue, he was seen by the leader of Tianji Sect.
Du Xuan raised his glass to the Demon Lord and made the gesture of replacing wine with tea: "Your holy weapon is here."
The pronunciation of the first two characters is particularly strong.
The Demon Lord glanced at his confidant, who stood up and said sternly: "No, it's your sacred weapon."
It's quite a distance away, but for a cultivator, he can still hear it clearly.
Fang Shan walked into the venue without changing his expression. The alchemy conference required an invitation to enter, but no one at the door dared to stop him. The elder of Dan Pavilion turned a blind eye, implying that as long as the two holy weapons would not cause trouble, , let them be.
Fang Shan looked around and finally sat down next to Du Xuan.
Du Xuan's hand holding the tea cup froze: "You have good eyesight."
With so many monks present, he could still be seen.
Fang Shan: "There are relatively few people wearing blue robes, so they are easy to recognize."
Du Xuan subconsciously went to see the Demon Lord. The Demon Lord likes to wear ostentatious clothes every day, and every piece of clothing must be embroidered with a five-clawed golden dragon. However, today, he seemed to have expected such a situation. He was actually wearing a plain robe, his hair was tied up meticulously, and he looked like a scholar at first glance.
Du Xuan's smile gradually disappeared, and the purple dragon beast shook its head: "The devil is so scheming."
Fang Shan's current state was too quiet, and Wei Sushen basically didn't speak and stuffed something into his mouth from time to time.
His movements were too fast, and Du Xuan finally caught the pill. He couldn't help but said: "Excessive use of medicine will cause impurities to accumulate in the body, which is not conducive to future cultivation."
Wei Sushen continued to take drugs fiercely as if nothing had happened.
Fang Shan was quite interesting. He wrapped the elixir in candy paper, and it looked like a cute candy: "The physiological structure of the sacred artifact is different from that of normal people, so there is no such problem."
Du Xuan was stunned.
Fang Shan: “No matter how much you eat, it’s okay.”
Du Xuan's lips moved, and it took him a long time to speak: "If things go on like this, we will encounter bottlenecks when we break through."
Fang Shan asked back: "If you don't take the elixir, you won't encounter it?"
“…”
The conversation between the two people also reached the ears of the surrounding monks, and everyone's expressions gradually became weird.
Wei Sushen's strength is increasing little by little at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his aura is getting stronger and stronger. After watching Du Xuan for a long time, it is inevitable that his eyes will grow hot.
Fang Shan was very generous and enthusiastically placed a few pills in front of Du Xuan: "You're welcome, let's take some together."
Du Xuan chuckled.
Fang Shan had nothing to do, so he would throw two pellets into his mouth from time to time, and each one would be crunchy.
Both Du Xuan and the Purple Dragon Divine Beast had bad expressions. In the end, the Purple Dragon Divine Beast couldn't help but said, "Fellow Taoist, can you please stop eating?"
"Okay." Fang Shan really put down the elixir and said helplessly: "You can improve your cultivation level by taking a few pills without any side effects. Cultivation is so simple and boring."
"…!"
Du Xuan's left eye twitched, and he had the illusion that his Taoist heart was beginning to become unstable.
Purple thunder suddenly gathered in the clear sky, and the clouds collapsed with loud bangs and vibrations.
"Dan Jie!" Du Xuan's expression changed, his eyes suddenly opened wide, and he looked towards the field.
The alchemist who was about to start the furnace held his breath and concentrated, using all his strength to resist the disaster.
Fang Shan recalled that a certain host he had brought with him was once a genius in alchemy. There are two possibilities for the elixir to survive the elixir tribulation. One is the ultimate elixir that can exert 100% of the medicinal power, which is worth billions of spiritual stones. The other is the elixir. Medicine transformed into form, like a sacred vessel, is of inestimable value.
However, all the prerequisites are based on the alchemist being able to withstand this disaster.
The thunder in the sky struck straight down, exuding an evil aura in its distortion. Fang Shan narrowed his eyes: "Nine levels of thunder tribulation."
The alchemist threw his magical weapon with a low roar, creating a crack in the thunder.
"Awesome!" Du Xuan commented.
The Purple Dragon Divine Beast also praised: "With such a person in Alchemy, it can flourish for hundreds of years."
The moment the thunder calamity was shattered, the furnace suddenly expanded violently, and a pill crazily wandered around the inner wall and bombarded it. It didn't take long for it to successfully break out of the furnace.
The flames were rolling, and after they gradually extinguished, a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old appeared, with fiery red clothes and long hair flying.
There was a hint of fear in the young man's eyes. Even though he had just transformed, he knew how tempting he was to these monks.
But when I looked up—
The young man was surprised why these monks also had worries in their eyes.
"Did you see it?" someone whispered.
"He's also wearing red clothes."
"If a few more come, the world of cultivation will be in danger."
The young man was puzzled and turned around to look at the alchemist. The alchemist took a step back and waved his hands repeatedly: "Come on, you are free."
The elixir boy who was disliked by everyone after his transformation:...
What did he do wrong
The author has something to say: Pill Boy: Shouldn't it be a plot where the cultivation world starts a bloody storm in order to compete for themselves
Fang Shan: Silly boy, you got the wrong script.
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