Fantasy: Heavenly Dao Revolves Around Me

After having breakfast with Fang Xinwu, Fang Mingjing returned to Sacred Land alone.

Considering that his sister is just an ordinary person, he desperately wanted to find a Cultivation Technique for her, so he went to the Holy Lord Dao Palace.

"Getting started with Cultivation Technique?"

Jiang Jiuge, who was playing chess alone, could not help showing a strange expression on his face when he heard his intention.

"How do I know that kind of thing? Go find Uncle Mu and find one for you."

What he said was really dumbfounding.

The majestic Lord of Sacred Land, but Jiang Jiuge's painting style is like this. You can't feel the demeanor of being a teacher and being a teacher, but over the years, the little saint has already gotten used to it.

And just as Fang Mingjing was about to leave to find Uncle Mu, Jiang Jiuge suddenly stopped him.

Fang Mingjing looked back and saw that the other party was pinching his chin with an expression of great interest.

"Master?"

"I didn't pay much attention just now, but looking at it now, you have already broken through the Nascent Profound Realm."

03 "Are there any questions?"

"Of course there are problems."

A clear smile appeared on Jiang Jiuge's handsome face.

He looked at Fang Mingjing's puzzled expression, and his tone gradually became more schadenfreude: "Gu Shiyun didn't tell you, did she? If you breakthrough to the Life Profound Realm, it will be difficult for you to grow up in the future. "

"I said it."

"?"

Jiang Jiuge couldn't help being stunned when he heard this.

He originally planned to look at the bitter and depressed expression of the little saint, but what he saw in the end was his calm and indifferent expression, which made Jiang Jiuge a little bit incomprehensible

"Aren't you worried about growing up?"

"What am I going to grow up to do?"

What did you grow up to do?

These words seemed to choke Jiang Jiuge, he paused for a moment, and then yelled boringly.

But he stopped Fang Mingjing not purely to satisfy his own bad taste, he found the sunspots on the chessboard, and said with a bit of interest:

"Two months later, a very interesting secret realm will be born in the northern border of the mainland. Originally, I thought that if you were only in the Condensed Realm, there would be no need to go to the muddy water, but looking at it now, I can let you join in the fun."

"Is it interesting?"

"Well, when the time comes, those aristocratic families and the emperor's arrogance will all go. It's rare to see such a lively scene."

"It's hilarious..."

Little Shengzi couldn't help touching his chin.

He's not the type who claims to be salty fish, so he's quite happy to go outside Sacred Land. But no matter what, it's still a long time to wait for two months, so he just responded to Jiang Jiuge, and then put this matter behind him.

Looking at Fang Mingjing's carefree back, Jiang Jiuge smiled and shook his head.

The secret realm he mentioned just now will not be as lively as usual, especially those aristocrats from aristocratic families and dynasties, among them there are also those with Cultivation Base...

But it's too early to say these things now, Jiang Jiuge collected his mind and immersed his thoughts in the chessboard again.

Fang Mingjing went to find Uncle Mu.

After he clarified his purpose of coming, the black-robed old man, who always made a thoughtful etiquette, nodded with a smile, and didn't ask any more questions, "I simply found a few books on Cultivation Technique suitable for beginners.

But that's not enough.

Fang Mingjing considered it very well. For her elder sister Fang Xinwu, it was obviously impossible to cultivate on Earth with only one Cultivation Technique. The Spiritual Qi over there was extremely thin, and cultivation itself was an extremely important task. Pay attention to the matter of talent and luck.

So he came to Danfeng Hall.

Although it is called a "temple", in fact, it is more like a city.

A city standing on the top of a mountain peak———

Bathed in the rosy light that rises from the Qing Dynasty, countless towering palaces stand on top of that majestic mountain, continuous and endless, filled with endless purple air, overwhelming like the Milky Way falling into Nine Heavens, the clouds are steaming and glowing, extremely spectacular.

However, compared to these, what is more commendable about Danfeng Hall is that there is a scent of medicine in the dense Spiritual Qi that permeates the surroundings, and in the depths surrounded by countless halls, there are constantly flashing lights that belong to it. Clouds of good furtune radiance of elixir.

"Little Son!?"

"How did the little saint come here?"

"Perhaps I want to find some Medicine Pill......"

"Morning, little saint."

When Fang Mingjing walked to the depths of the Danfeng Hall, many Danfeng disciples were surprised when they saw him, and then hurriedly saluted.

The little holy son has always lived in seclusion, so most of the disciples in Sacred Land have only heard of his name but never seen his appearance, but now when they see him for the first time, most of them are surprised.

Especially those senior sisters, looking at the little saint whose beauty is enough to shatter the entire Danfeng, the patterns of peach hearts almost materialized in those eyebrows and eyes.

"Little Shengzi, do you need to find some Medicine Pill when you come to Danfeng? If you don't mind, then 843, Senior Sister will help you practice."

No, what you want to refine is not alchemy, but copper.

"Little Shengzi, do you know the way? How about senior sister take you?"

"Little Holy Son", "Holy Son Junior Brother", "Holy Son"

Intermittently, this is already the thirtieth senior sister who wants to get together.

Fang Mingjing felt a headache, these senior sisters seemed to find that he had a good personality, so they didn't mean to be cautious, and all of them came together with a smile.

Little Saint had no expression on his face.

Just when he was thinking about whether to pretend to be angry, suddenly a thick Spirit Power fell on him from a very far away.

Feeling the pulling sensation from this Spirit Power, Fang Mingjing didn't resist, so the vision in front of him changed at The next moment, and he came to a pill refining room exuding a burst of medicinal fragrance.

In front of him was a white-haired old man holding tea in his hand and smiling kindly.

There is a faint ray of light lingering around him, and the aura is flowing, just sitting there, giving people a sense of immortality.

"Three Elders."

"Yeah." He smiled, "Why did the little saint come to my alchemy hall?"

"I'm here to get some Medicine Pills."

"Oh?".