Fantasy: The Heavenly Dao revolves around me

After having breakfast with Fang Xinwu, Fang Mingjing returned to the Holy Land alone.
Considering that his sister was just an ordinary person, he was eager to find a practice for her, so he went to the Holy Lord’s Taoist Palace.
“Introductory exercises?”
When Jiang Jiuge, who was playing chess alone, heard his intention, a strange expression appeared on his face.
“How do I know that kind of thing? Go to Uncle Mu and find a copy for you.”
What he said was really dumbfounding.
The dignified Holy Land Holy Master, Jiang Jiuge’s style of painting is like this. He can’t feel the style of immortality and the demeanor of being a teacher, but over the years, the little holy son has long been used to it.
And just when 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 holding his chin with a very interested expression.
“Master?”
“I didn’t pay much attention just now, but now I see that you have actually broken through the Profound Realm.”
15 “Is there a problem?”
“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 a little more gloating: “Gu Shiyun didn’t tell you, right? If you break through to the 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 the words.
He originally planned to take a look at Xiao Shengzi’s angry and depressed expression, but what he saw was a calm and unconcerned look on his face, which made Jiang Jiuge somewhat incomprehensible.
“Aren’t you worried about growing up?”
“What am I going to do when I grow up?”
“…”
What did you grow up to do?
These words seemed to have choked Jiang Jiuge. He paused for a while, and then let out a dull sigh.
However, he stopped Fang Mingjing not simply to satisfy his own bad taste. He gathered the sunspots on the chessboard and said with a bit of interest:
“Two months from now, a very interesting secret realm will be born in the northern part of the mainland. Originally, I thought that if you were just contemplating the real realm, there would be no need to go to the muddy waters, but looking at it now, it is possible to let you join in the fun.”
“Is it interesting?”
“Well, when the time comes, the arrogance of those noble families and dynasties will all go there. It’s rare to see such a lively scene.”
“It’s lively…”
Little Saint Child couldn’t help touching his chin.
He’s not the type who calls himself a salted fish, so he’s quite happy to go outside the Holy Land to play. But anyway, it’s still two months to wait, so he just responded to Jiang Jiuge, and then forgot about it.
Looking at Fang Mingjing’s carefree back, Jiang Jiuge smiled and shook his head.
The secret realm he just mentioned, thenBut it will not be the usual lively, especially the arrogance of those aristocratic dynasties, and there are also many of them who have cultivated the habitat…
But it’s still too early to say these things, Jiang Jiuge gathered his mind and immersed his thoughts on the chessboard again.
Fang Mingjing went to Uncle Mu.
After he made it clear what he came for, the black-robed old man, who was always careful with etiquette, nodded his head with a smile and didn’t ask any further questions. He simply found a few exercises suitable for entry.
But that’s not enough.
Fang Mingjing has considered it very well. For her sister Fang Xinyu, it is obviously impossible to cultivate on earth with only one exercise. Not to mention that the spiritual energy there is extremely thin, the cultivation itself is even more exquisite. A matter of talent and luck.
Therefore, he came to the Danfeng Hall.
Although it is called a “temple”, in fact, it is more like a city.
A city standing on the top of the mountain peaks——
Bathed in the rosy glow of the Qing Dynasty, above that lofty mountain, countless towering temples stand, endless, endless purple air permeates it, overwhelming like the Milky Way falling for nine days, the clouds are steaming and the clouds are splendid, which is extremely spectacular. .
But compared to these, what is even more commendable in the Danfeng Palace is that there is a medicinal fragrance in the surrounding aura, and in the depths surrounded by countless palaces, it is constantly flashing with elixir that belongs to the elixir. The Ruixia radiance of elixir.
“Little Saint Son!?”
“Why did the little saint come here?”
“Maybe you want to find some kind of medicinal pill…”
“Morning, little saint.”
When Fang Mingjing walked to the depths of Danfeng Hall, many Danfeng disciples were startled when they saw him, and then hurriedly bowed.
Little Saint Son has always been a secluded person, so most of the disciples in the Holy Land have only heard of his name and never seen his appearance, but now, when they first saw him, most of them were shocked.
Especially those senior sisters, looking at the little saint son whose beauty is enough to shatter the entire Danfeng, the pattern of peach hearts almost materialized in the pair of eyebrows and eyes.
“Little Saint Son, do you need any medicinal herbs when you come to Danfeng? If you don’t mind, Senior Sister will help you refine it.”
No, what you want to refine is not alchemy, but copper.
“Little Saint Child, do you know the way? Or should Senior Sister take you?”
Little Holy Son, “Holy Son Junior Brother”, “Holy Son”…
Intermittently, this is already the 30th Senior Sister who wants to come together.
Fang Mingjing felt a headache. These senior sisters seemed to have noticed that he had a good personality, so they didn’t mean to be cautious, and they all came up to him with a smile.
Little Saint Child’s face was expressionless.
Just when he was thinking about whether to pretend to be angry or not, suddenly a strong spiritual power fell on him from a distance.
Feeling the pulling sensation from this spiritual power, Fang Mingjing did not resist, so the next moment the vision in front of him changed, and he came to an alchemy room exuding the fragrance of medicine.
In front of him is a white-haired old man with tea in his hand and a kind smile.
A faint glow lingered around him, and while the aura was flowing, just sitting there gave people a sense of immortality.
“Three elders.”
“Well.” He smiled, “Why did the little saint come to my alchemy hall?”
“I’m here to find some medicine pills.”
“Oh?”.