"Life is so boring under the scorching sun …"
At noon, when the sun was at its strongest, Fang Xing crossed his legs and sat on a chair in the straw shed. In the distance, Wang Zhi and the others were busy in the herb field. Some spiritual herbs needed to be exterminated when the sun was at its strongest. This was because the flowers would automatically open when the sun was at its strongest, and it was only at this time that the parasites in the flower's stamen could be caught.
Boss Fang Xing of the C3 spiritual field naturally didn't need to do this kind of rough work. Ever since he stabbed Wang Zhi that night, Fang Xing had become the boss of the C3 spiritual field. Even his smelly socks were washed and dried.
It wasn't that Wang Zhi didn't think of revenge. On the second day, he looked at Fang Xing with an unfriendly gaze.
However, Fang Xing just smiled and stabbed him in the thigh again. From then on, Wang Zhi was completely convinced.
The strong were afraid of the ruthless!
Although Wang Zhi was known as the boss of the C3 spiritual field, he only bullied the little Daoist children around him. When did he really use a knife against someone? It must be known that although he was a Daoist child, he was chosen because of the kindness of three generations.
Going back three generations, there wasn't anyone who was more ruthless than Fang Xing, let alone him.
As for the others, they were completely convinced that night. Little Freckle still trembled when she saw Fang Xing.
After sitting idly for a while, Fang Xing got bored, so he once again perked up and flipped through the Qingyun Qi Training Manual. However, after a while, he shook his head and closed it again. It was useless. He had already tried it. According to the cultivation method described in the Qingyun Qi Training Manual, he couldn't feel the so-called spiritual energy at all. After trying it three times, Fang Xing was sure that it was nonsense.
It wasn't just him. None of the people in the C3 spiritual field could sense the existence of spiritual energy. Even Wang Zhi's so-called sense of Qi was just to make himself look good. Fang Xing had already forced the truth out of him.
However, Fang Xing still couldn't bear to throw this book away. After all, he heard from Wang Zhi and the others that among the ten thousand Daoist children, there was someone who cultivated the spiritual energy mentioned in the book and became an outer disciple of Mount Qingyun.
There weren't many people like this, but there would be one or two such rumors every year, so it shouldn't be fake.
"Maybe I'm not cut out for cultivation …"
Fang Xing shook his head helplessly. He thought that it wasn't unreasonable for Taoism to value aptitude. Aptitude was indeed important.
Giving up on the idea of studying the Qingyun Qi Training Manual, Fang Xing took out the purple booklet from his bag. This booklet was given to him by his Ninth Uncle. It was also this booklet that brought about the destruction of the Ghost Smoke Valley. On that night, Xiao Jianming rode an iron eagle and descended from the sky. Riding on a cold flying sword, he killed all three hundred bandits in the Ghost Smoke Valley.
The only one who escaped was him, the little bandit.
Xiao Jianming always thought that the tenth bandit leader who escaped was a strong man like the others. He probably didn't expect that he was only a ten-year-old child …
It was also because he was a child that when the others were determined to fight to the death, Ninth Uncle gave this book to him and told him to take good care of it. He then threw him into the secret passage. Fang Xing escaped without hesitation. He ran very fast. He knew that he was no match for the cold and stern man on the back of the iron eagle. Even the iron eagle under his feet could kill him with one claw …
On the cover of the purple booklet, there were five ancient seal characters. Fang Xing had learned ancient seal characters from Ninth Uncle, so he could recognize the five big characters: Yin Yang Demon Mirror.
However, after opening it, it was empty inside. He looked at it against the sunlight, but it was still the same.
He was sure that this was not a blank book, or else the Ghost Smoke Valley wouldn't have suffered such a disaster.
"Could it be that it was written with some kind of potion, like those treasure maps that Second Uncle made to deceive fat sheep?"
Fang Xing pondered for a while and felt that it didn't seem like it.
That kind of potion had a time limit, and this book was obviously very old. This kind of ancient trace could not be deceived.
Thinking like this, Fang Xing placed this book on top of the Clear Sky Qi training manual that was spread on his knees. He raised his head and sighed. He felt that he still had a long way to go. There was almost no hope of revenge. But at this time, he lowered his head slightly and was shocked to find that there was a line of faint writing on the Yin Yang Demon Mirror, as if it had appeared out of thin air.
"Clear Sky Qi training manual, Qi condensation realm cultivation technique, refining essence into Qi, can become remarkable …"
"What the hell …"
Fang Xing suddenly sat up straight and stared blankly at the few lines of words on the book.
On the blank page, there was an introduction to the Clear Sky Qi training manual. It was not very detailed, but with just a few words, it explained the use of the Clear Sky Qi training manual, its principles, and even pointed out the shortcomings of this cultivation manual …
After staring blankly for a while, Fang Xing lifted up the Yin Yang Demon Mirror. As expected, the writing quickly disappeared.
He put it down again. When it came into contact with the Clear Sky Qi training manual, the writing appeared again.
Fang Xing was excited. He quickly looked around, and after thinking for a while, he placed the half-eaten watermelon on top of the book.
No reaction …
"Is it too ordinary?"
Fang Xing rummaged around again, and suddenly thought of the smoke pot in his bosom. According to Fourth Uncle who had given it to him, this was a good treasure. The smoke released from it was so strong that ordinary people could not withstand it, it could even overturn a cow.
He placed the smoke pot on top of the book, and after a while, faint writing indeed appeared:
"Magic tool, can store fog, not graded …"
It was just these simple words, but after waiting for a long time, there was no more.
"It's actually a magic tool, it really is a good thing. Fourth Uncle is indeed the most practical of the nine uncles, even though he is a little abnormal …"
Fang Xing muttered. He tried a few more things, but there was no reaction from the book.
"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 called out from afar.
After being stabbed twice, he was completely convinced by Fang Xing, and his relationship with Fang Xing gradually improved. In his words, "no discord, no concord". Although he was stabbed twice, he got to know a ten-year-old real man.
Fang Xing quietly hid the book, and jokingly scolded, "You only know how to drink. Are you done?"
"Almost done. The rest can be settled by the few of them. I'm going to buy wine!"
Wang Zhi came over, picked up a piece of watermelon, and ate it, but he did not move.
"How much silver can a poor man like you have?"
Fang Xing scolded in disdain, threw a piece of silver over, and said, "Get some more pig head meat!"
"Okay …"
Wang Zhi happily took the silver, threw the watermelon, and ran down the mountain.
Although the spiritual medicine field was the property of Taoism, the people in charge of it were all Taoist children. To put it bluntly, they were mortals. Everyone did manual work, so they did not abstain from drinking and eating meat. There was even a small town at the bottom of the hillside seven or eight miles away. Many things could be bought there, but they were more expensive than mortals. Most of the customers were the Taoist children who managed the medicine field.
Fang Xing was not a ruthless person. When it was time to give some benefits, he would give them some benefits. For example, he often treated these people to wine.
The Taoist children would get a salary of three taels of silver every month, but before Fang Xing came, the money belonged to Wang Zhi. After Fang Xing came, the money became Fang Xing's. Fortunately, Fang Xing was not a person who held onto money. Although the money was snatched, after buying wine and meat, everyone ate and drank together, unlike Wang Zhi who enjoyed it alone behind closed doors.
To put it bluntly, he snatched the money to show his status.
After Wang Zhi left, Fang Xing began to think about the Yin Yang God and Demon Mirror again. The more he thought about it, the more he felt it was amazing. He guessed that this book should have some kind of appraisal ability, but it could not appraise everything. From the current experiments, it was only effective for things related to Taoism or spirituality, such as cultivation scriptures and spiritual artifacts …
"Sigh, it's useless. Can I still be an appraiser?"
Fang Xing thought for a while and felt a little depressed. No matter how powerful this book was, it was not very useful to him!
"Hehe, I've picked a few more house treasures. I'll find a way to sell them. It's another small fortune …"
At this time, a laughing voice came from not far away. It was Little Freckle and Hanged Ghost who had returned.
Little Freckle was still holding a few green and purple herbs in her hand. She was full of smiles and looked very proud.
This was a kind of herb that grew in the spiritual medicine field. It was called Essence Transforming Grass, also known as House Treasures. It was a kind of weed in the spiritual field that had to be removed when found because it was useless for cultivators. However, it was very useful for people in the secular world. This was because the effect of this grass was to transform blood into essence. After taking it, it would make people become … vigorous like a dragon and fierce like a tiger. You should be familiar with this term, right?
It was precisely because of this that people in the secular world were very popular with this herb. When the medicine boys picked this herb, they would often sell it.
"Transform blood into essence … Refine essence into Qi …"
At first, Fang Xing only glanced at it and did not pay much attention to it. He only paid attention to this thing because his fourth uncle liked it.
But suddenly, he thought of something and sat up abruptly. His eyes stared straight at Little Freckle.
"Boss Fang … I'm not slacking off …"
Little Freckle was startled. Her butt sank and she almost sat on the ground.
Hanged Ghost was also startled. He thought that he and Little Freckle had offended Fang Xing in some way and was so frightened that he did not dare to move.
"Give me that thing …"
Little Freckle was stunned and handed it over with trembling hands.
Fang Xing grabbed the Essence Transforming Grass from Little Freckle's hand. He hesitated for a moment before suddenly putting it in his mouth and eating it in big bites.
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