Plundering the Heavens

"Inflammatory sun, life is boring..."

At noon, when the sun was the strongest, Fang Fang was sitting on the cool chair in the straw shed with his legs crossed. Far away, Wang Zhi and others were busy in the medicine field. Some elixir needs to be in the sun. When it is strong, the insects are removed, because when the sun is strongest, its flowers will automatically open, and only at this time can the insects that are parasitic in its stamens be caught.

The boss of the No.3 Lingtian is naturally not required to do these rough work. Since that night, Wang Zhi has become the uncle of this C-3 Lingtian, even the stinky socks every day. Someone washed and dried.

Wang Zhi did not think about revenge. On the second day, he looked at the party with a bad eye.

Fang Fang was just a smile, and it was a knife on his lap. Since then, Wang Zhi has completely served.

Strong fear of sorrow!

Although Wang Zhi is known as the boss of the No. 3 Lingtian, but only bullying the bullies around him, when did he really move the knife with people? It must be known that although he was a Taoist child, he was also selected for the three generations of goodness.

If you go to the ancestors for three generations, you can't find a more embarrassing one, so let alone.

As for the other people, they were completely served that night, and the freckles were now seeing the side.

Sitting for a while is also boring, and the party will once again play the spirit to look at the Qingyun forging article, just after a while, and shook his head, it is useless, he has tried, according to Qingyun In the method of cultivation mentioned in the forging article, I couldn’t feel the so-called aura at all. After even trying three times, Fang Xing decided that it was nonsense.

Not only him, but none of these people in Lingtian No. 3 can sense the presence of aura. Even Wang Zhi, the so-called sense of anger, is just to put gold on his face. The line has already forced the truth.

However, this book is still not willing to throw it away. After all, listening to Wang Zhi, they said that in the 10,000 children, some people have practiced this book to become the aura of the book, and it has become Qingyun Mountain. Outside disciple.

There are not many such people, but there are one or two such rumors every year, which should not be fake.

"Probably Laozi is not a material for practice..."

Fangxing shook his head helplessly, thinking that the door is heavily qualified, this is not unreasonable, qualification is really important.

After giving up the plan to study Qingyun's forging articles, Fang Xun took out the purple booklet in his bag. This booklet was given to him by his uncle, and he was brought to the valley by the ghost smoke valley. It was also this book. On that night, Xiao Jianming stepped on an iron eagle and descended from the sky. He drove a chilly flying sword and killed the ghosts and valleys three hundred and three.

The only thing that escaped was his own little trick.

Xiao Jianming always thought that the tenth dagger that escaped was a strong man like everyone else. He probably didn't think he was just a ten-year-old child...

It is also because he is a child. When other people decide to fight, Jiu Shu handed the book to himself, let himself keep it safe, and then threw himself into the secret passage. Fang Xing escaped without hesitation, and escaped quickly. He knew that he was not the cold man's opponent standing on the back of the iron eagle. Even the iron eagle under his feet could kill himself with one paw...

There are five ancient characters on the cover of the purple leather booklet. The square line has learned the ancient characters with Jiu Shu. It is said that the five characters are written on it: Yin and Yang.

However, after opening, there is a blank inside, and it is still shining in the sunshine.

He is convinced that this is not a blank book, otherwise the Ghost Valley will not suffer from this disaster.

"Is it written with any potion, just like the treasure maps of the devils that the second uncle did?"

Fang Fang pondered a bit and felt less like it.

The potions are time-limited, and the book is obviously very old, and this ancient trace can't be fooled.

Thinking this way, Fang Xing put the book on the Qingyun forging article that was on his knees. He looked up and sighed. He felt that he still had a long way to go. There was almost no hope of revenge, but at this time. As soon as he bowed his head, he suddenly realized that there was a faint handwriting on the yin and yang gods, which seemed to be manifested out of thin air.

"Qingyun forging articles, condensing the atmosphere to practice the law, refining the refined gas, can become a supernatural power..."

"Hell..."

Fang Xing suddenly sat up straight, staring at the lines of the book.

At this time, on the blank page, the manifestation is exactly the introduction to the Qingyun forging article. It is not detailed, but it is a few words. It will use the purpose and principle of Qingyun forging articles, and even the shortcomings of this practice. Everything is pointed out...

After staying for a long while, the party lifted the book of Yin and Yang Devils, and sure enough, the handwriting quickly disappeared.

Put it down again, and contact with Qingyun forging articles, the handwriting will appear again.

The party was excited, and looked around in a hurry. After a slap in the face, he put a watermelon that he had eaten half aside and put it on the book.

no response……

“Is it too common?”

Fang Xing turned around again and again, and suddenly remembered the cigarette pot that he was in his arms. According to the uncle who gave it to himself at the time, this is a good baby. The smokers released inside can’t stand it, even Can put a cow down.

The smoke pot was placed on the book, and after a while, there was a faint handwriting:

"There is a weapon that can store fog, not in the grade..."

It’s just a simple ten words, and I won’t see more for a long time.

"It turned out to be a musical instrument. It really is a good thing. The four uncles are indeed the most real among the nine uncles, although a little **..."

The party muttered and tried several things back and forth, but there was no way to provoke the book to react.

"Fang Boss, this is a very hot day, let the whole wine come to relieve the heat!"

Not far away, Wang Zhi walked over while rubbing his hands, and he called out from afar.

After smashing two knives, he completely took the party, and the relationship with Fangfang gradually got better. In his words, he didn’t know each other. Although he had two knives, he met a ten-year-old. Really good.

The party quietly hid the book and smiled and said: "You, your grandmother, knows how to drink, is it busy?"

"Almost, the rest of them will do it, I will buy wine!"

Wang Zhi came over and licked a piece of watermelon, but he did not move.

"How much money can you have on a poor man?"

Fang Xing scorned a sentence, threw a piece of broken silver in the past, and said: "More whole pigs!"

"okay……"

Wang Zhimei took a smile and took over the broken silver. When the watermelon was lost, he ran down the mountain.

Although this spiritual medicine field belongs to the assets of Daomen, it is all Taoist children who are responsible for the care. To put it bluntly, it is a mortal. Everyone is doing physical work, so they can’t help but drink meat, even under the hillsides of seven or eight miles. There is a small town where you can buy a lot of things, but it is more expensive than usual. Most of its customers are the Taoist children who manage these medicine fields.

The party is not a jealous person, it will give you some sweetness when you give me some sweetness, such as often asking these people to drink.

The Taoist children will have three or two silver labors every month, but before the party comes, the money is Wang Zhi’s. After the party comes, the money will become a party. Fortunately, the party is not A person who is holding a money to buckle the door, although the money has been robbed, but after buying the meat, it is everyone to eat and drink together, not like the previous Wang Zhi, close the door to enjoy.

To put it bluntly, he grabbed the money in order to show his status.

After Wang Zhi left, Fang Xing began to think about the book of Yin and Yang Devils. The more he thought about it, the more he thought it was. He guessed that this book should have some kind of identification ability, but it is not something that can be identified. From the current experiment, it works for things related to Taoism or spirituality, such as cultivation of prayers and possession of spiritual instruments...

"Oh, useless, can I still be a treasurer?"

I thought about it for a while and felt a little frustrated. This book is so powerful that it is not very useful for myself!

"Hey, I have picked up a few houses in the house, and I want to sell them. It’s a small fortune..."

At this time, a smile was heard not far away, it was the little freckles and the hanged ghosts.

Small freckles still hold a few green and purple herbs on the hand, and the smile on the face is very proud.

This is a companion grass of Lingyuan, named Jingcao, also known as Fangzhongbao, which belongs to a kind of weed in Lingtian. It is found to be removed because it is of no use to practitioners, but The use of the red dust is not small, because the role of this grass is to turn blood into fine, after serving, it will make people become that ... Long Jinghu Meng, the word is no stranger?

It is for this reason that people in the red dust are very welcome to this herb, and the drug boy has picked up the grass and often sells it.

"The blood is refined...the refined gas..."

Fang Xing was only swept away, and did not care, he was concerned about this thing only because his four uncles like it.

Suddenly, what he thought of, suddenly sat up, his eyes looked straight at the freckles.

"Fang Boss... I am not lazy..."

The little freckles were shocked, and the buttocks sank and almost sat down on the ground.

The hanged ghost was also shocked. He thought that he and the little freckles had gotten into the square, and he was afraid to move.

"Take me that stuff..."

The little freckles stayed, and the war was handed over.

Fang Xing smashed the grass from the small freckles, hesitated, and suddenly put it in his mouth and ate it.

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