Immortal Mansion Royal Beast

Chapter 17
The camel ray glides leisurely in the air, and with a slight shake of the bat wings, it can fly far away.

Facing the cold wind, Fang Qingyuan looked at Zhan Zhi who was a bit cold, and with a slight step on his feet, the camel ray flew more slowly.

At this moment, the little girl finally couldn't hold back the tears in her eyes and let them fall wantonly. As a cultivator, she has a clear mind. Although she is young, she also understands the situation just now, and she is not as ignorant as ordinary children.

Fang Qingyuan hesitated for a moment, and comforted softly:

"You can stay in the other courtyard for a few years, wait until you enter the gate wall, and come back when the time comes, the Wei family will not dare to make things difficult for you again."

After hearing this, Zhan Zhi was still numb. After all, she is not an adult, and she still doesn't know how to hide her emotions.

Seeing her like this, Fang Qingyuan sighed slightly. The Wei family had overextended, and the Zhan family might find it difficult to pass this test. After this time, when Zhan Zhi came back, how many familiar faces the Zhan family would have left.

Not only the Zhan family, but also many monk families near Tianmen Mountain, it is estimated that this time will be difficult.

After sighing, Fang Qingyuan asked seriously:

"Who are you, Zhanzhuang Jian?"

Hearing this, Zhan Zhi turned her head, revealing some red and swollen eyes, and said softly:

"He's my father."

No wonder Zhan Zhuang Jian acted like this, Fang Qingyuan saw that Zhan Zhuang Jian was getting old, and Zhan Zhi was probably his old daughter, so he felt very distressed.

And the deceased senior brother Zhan Yuan was a descendant of the Zhan clan, but now the quota was given to the main line, to his own daughter, this old thing.

Fang Qingyuan had just had a slight liking for Zhan Zhuangjian, but it disappeared immediately, but this is a family matter of the Zhan clan, since the candidate has been announced, it is not Fang Qingyuan's turn to comment.

After saying this sentence, the two of them were silent all the way, and the camel ray flew slowly for an hour before arriving at the other courtyard of Tianshan Mountain.

After entering the courtyard gate, Fang Qingyuan brought Zhan Zhi to Chuan Gong Hall, looking at the palace gate in front of him, Fang Qingyuan also sighed.

More than a month later, the head of the three main halls died and only one remained, which is really anecdotal.

I hope that the Palace Master can live a little longer, otherwise the Tianshan Bieyuan will really be shut down completely.

Stepping into the palace gate, Zhan Zhi hurriedly followed behind him, fearing that she would not find Fang Qingyuan. In her eyes, Fang Qingyuan was the only person she knew so far, even though the two had only met for an hour.

"Senior Brother Lu, this is Zhan Zhi, a descendant of Senior Brother Zhan Yuan. I'll bring it here today. Please, Senior Brother, arrange it."

Fang Qingyuan found Senior Brother Lu who was in charge of this matter, and wanted to hand Zhan Zhi to him. Senior Brother Lu looked at Zhan Zhi and said:
"Let's test the spirit root first."

After a while, Brother Lu's cold voice sounded:

"Water Spirit Root, Low Grade Seventeen, Earth Spirit Root, Low Grade Fifteen, Wood Spirit Root"

Zhan Zhi held the token for testing the spirit root, her fingers turned white, she looked at Fang Qingyuan in fear, like a frightened little animal.

Fang Qingyuan frowned slightly, he didn't expect that Zhan Zhi's aptitude was so poor, even the best water spirit root didn't reach middle grade, it was worse than He Yu yesterday.

Then He Yu's earth spirit root is still nineteen, but Zhan Zhi's aptitude is not good, but she is a descendant of Senior Brother Zhan Yuan, so she doesn't care about aptitude.

Senior brother Zhanyuan died for the other courtyard, and it is a proper meaning to take care of future generations. On this point, there is no need to be stuck on the threshold of qualifications.

It's just that if the aptitude is not good, even if it is accepted into the sect, the resources will not be tilted too much, and it may be difficult to go on the road of cultivation in the future.

Fang Qingyuan turned around these thoughts, and seeing Senior Brother Lu's cold expression, Fang Qingyuan understood that Senior Brother Lu had seen Zhan Zhi's talent and lost the heart to take care of him.

Thinking of the friendship between myself and Senior Brother Zhanyuan, Senior Brother Zhanyuan also took care of me when I started, and I also went out on missions together on weekdays, and fought side by side.

Although this Zhan Zhi is not from Brother Zhan Yuan's department, but he can't write two characters of Zhan in one stroke. They are all surnamed Zhan. According to his seniority, Zhan Yuan can be regarded as Zhan Zhi's uncle. put it.

So Fang Qingyuan took out a handful of spirit stones, secretly stuffed them into Senior Brother Lu's hands, and said in a good way:
"After all, he is the descendant of Senior Brother Zhanyuan. Those of us who are senior uncles should take care of him more or less. Don't you think so, Senior Brother?"

After receiving the Lingshi, Senior Brother Lu's face softened a little, he nodded and said:

"It's true that I should take care of it a little bit. Back then, I was in the same class as Senior Brother Zhan Yuan. How about this, Zhan Zhi enters the No. [-] Courtyard, and when the disciples who enter the test come in this time, we can practice together."

Hearing what Senior Brother Lu said, Fang Qingyuan secretly heaved a sigh of relief, it doesn't matter if you are the last one to wait, Senior Brother Zhanyuan, I am worthy of you.

Then he turned to Zhan Zhi and said:

"You can be admitted to the hospital without examination. This is the favor of senior brother Zhanyuan. Don't forget this. Also, if your aptitude is not good, you should be more diligent. Ask senior brother Lu if you don't understand."

After saying this, Fang Qingyuan saw that the matter was done properly, so he turned around and wanted to leave, but Zhan Zhi grabbed him by the corner of his clothes and said in a voice like a mosquito:

"Then can I come to you later if I have something to do?"

Seeing Zhan Zhi's hopeful expression, Fang Qingyuan was a bit speechless about his refusal. After all, he had only awakened Su Hui for only half a year, and he still couldn't be pure-hearted and ascetic.

But Fang Qingyuan didn't give her a clear answer, just nodded slightly, and left the palace gate, leaving only Zhan Zhi watching his back, watching him leave.

After leaving the gate of the palace, Fang Qingyuan shook his head to reflect on himself, to cultivate the truth and seek the Tao, to be pure and pure, it is better to have less cause and effect, in the future, try to do as little as possible of such good-natured things.

After reminding himself in his heart, Fang Qingyuan went back to his yard, picked some fruits and vegetables, cooked some Lingmi, and ate a delicious meal.

After dinner, Fang Qingyuan sat cross-legged in the quiet room, taking advantage of the thin spiritual energy emitted by the spiritual rice in his belly, and started today's practice.

The kung fu practiced by Fang Qingyuan is "Qingmu Changchun Jue", which is peaceful and upright, and among the five elements, it is the most soothing.

But the progress of cultivation is also slow, and he is not very good at fighting.

This technique is not as overbearing as the fire technique, it does not have the sharp attack of the metal technique, and it does not have the heavy load of the earth technique.

At the beginning, Fang Qingyuan chose this exercise, besides the fact that he had the highest wood spirit root aptitude, there was another reason, that is, after practicing this exercise, he could prolong his life a little.

Qi training monks can live up to 120 years at the end of their lives. If they build a foundation, their life span can be doubled to 250 years.

Five hundred golden elixirs, one thousand five nascent souls, and as for the transformation of the gods, except for a small calamity once every 500 years, and a great catastrophe once every 3000 years, there is no need to worry about life.

However, every catastrophe of heaven and earth is more powerful than the previous one, and the cultivator of Huashen is also exhausted.

Speaking of Fang Qingyuan's wood-based kung fu, if Fang Qingyuan can practice "Qingmu Changchun Jue" to the point of perfecting Qi, his life span can be extended by seven or eight years.

Seven or eight years is really not much, which is the time for a Nascent Soul cultivator to retreat for one time, but in the eyes of the Qi cultivator, seven or eight years more, their hope of establishing a foundation is even greater.

It is best for Qi training monks to be able to establish a foundation before the age of 70, otherwise, every year after that, the hope of establishing a foundation will become even more elusive.

If after reaching the age of one hundred, if you are unwilling, then you will have to live for the rest of your life.

Moreover, on the way of cultivation, whoever has not fought with others a few times, the wounds he has suffered and the unceasing love will all turn into obstacles on the road of cultivation.

If you can't pass that hurdle, you have to stop here.

In the quiet room, Fang Qingyuan sat cross-legged, beside him were incense burning quietly, medicinal candles flickering, and moonlight shining through the skylight.

Time flies, the moonlight flows slowly, and when it flows through the atrium, Fang Qingyuan's slightly closed eyes slowly opened.

(End of this chapter)