Taoist Fang Xian

Chapter 199
After he really mastered the purple microcosmic technique, Fang Xin turned into the old man again and came to the street to set up a stall.

This time is different.

Although the previous events were extraordinary, they were not as miraculous as this time.

He only needs to look at him to know the cause and effect.

Although it is not enough to know 500 years before and 500 years after, he can see the cause, the result, and some things in the future.

It is precisely because of this.

When he saw a person who was really worthy of treatment, he also shot casually, saving him with a method that others could not understand.

even.

Because of some of the mysteries and numerology involved in the change of luck, he only felt that the practice of the whole person seemed to be progressing further.

It's a pity that the purple microscopic sky technique is too difficult to practice.

Even if it is only to achieve great success in practice, it is not something that ordinary people can do.

But okay.

Fang Xin still has confidence in herself.

To achieve great success in every spell, one must regard it as the brick and stone of one's own practice path, rather than use it to open up a path.

He firmly remembered this.

After all, a character as powerful as the Seven Killing Ghosts and Gods was stuck here even after he had completed hundreds of spells.

From here he came to a conclusion.

From technique to law, in this realm, the main point of practice should be that depth is more important than breadth.

If you practice extensively, you will be powerful.

The Qisha ghosts and gods' hundreds of Dacheng-level spells are not so difficult, allowing Po Zhu, a latecomer, to surpass him.

Of course.

There are also various factors in this.

After all, the reason why he insisted on the Seven Killing Ghosts and Gods was that he still held the idea that he could go a step further and directly achieve the Dharma.

If he really has other ideas in his heart, maybe with his talent, he can also get a chance in the hands of that old man in Fengdu.

that's it.

For several months in a row, Fang Xin calculated three trigrams every day, which can be said to be rain or shine.

During such a long period of time, most of the curious people have already gained something.

So sometimes it seems more deserted.

But his name is far and wide.

After all, every hexagram must be accurate, and every time you can have a great achievement, this can be said to be a real living god.

To some extent.

Just to achieve this achievement in divination, he is already much better than most of the top-rank practitioners.

After all, most of those guys were fighting.

And his fortune-telling involves many aspects of good fortune and fortune.

however.

He can stay here.

But these real local forces in Wanli City couldn't help feeling a little anxious.

Still in that courtyard.

The mysterious being who had been behind the screen could not help but walk out from behind the screen at this moment.

Not only that.

At this moment, this heroic existence standing behind the screen, wearing a purple-red robe and looking full of dignity, is pacing here step by step:

"Why isn't this old guy leaving?"

"Judging from the current situation, this old guy is not only unparalleled in divination, but also able to know good fortune and good fortune, and possesses great supernatural powers."

"If he is really allowed to stay here, then the plan I have been waiting for for many years will really be in vain."

Thinking of the last moment, this extremely heroic and heroic young man couldn't help but slapped his fist hard.

Seeing that his city lord is anxious here, this Lord Ma couldn't help but stand beside him respectfully:
"City Lord, do you want your subordinates to clean up the situation first, and find a way to expel this old guy who pretends to be a ghost?"

"After all, although this old guy has the ability to predict bad luck and good fortune, he may not be as powerful as we imagined."

"At least in such a long time, I haven't seen him display any great magic."

"Maybe this one is just a true practitioner who realizes Taoism and does not seek to fight?"

Hearing what Master Ma said, City Lord Wanli couldn't help sighing.

He first glanced at Mr. Ma.

Immediately afterwards, the whole person seemed to have thought of something, and said softly:
"This old guy is not a true cultivator who only practices Taoism, and his mana and supernatural powers are also extraordinary."

"Actually, the last time this seat asked you to test him, this seat has already cast a spell to follow him, wanting to find out his details."

"But every time he takes action, he can accurately find the location of this seat, and even vaguely threatens."

When he said this, he seemed to be a little bit in the mood, and then he waved his hand to let his horseman get out of the way:

"You go down first."

"You don't have to worry about the next thing, first solve all kinds of things in the city."

"This seat will think about it carefully."

Hearing the city lord's order, Ma Ye couldn't help but bowed slightly, and then walked towards the outside world.

For a while.

That Ma Ye was already wearing a uniform and came to the hall of the city lord's mansion.

Immediately afterwards, seeing that he was sitting directly on the seat of the city lord, he picked up the cinnabar pen in his hand, and began to criticize and describe:
"This one, let them go back and check carefully."

"And this, this..."

"..."

In a short time, he quickly solved the piles of paperwork and the various problems handed up by the people below.

Although he said he looked rather reckless.

But the entire Wanli City, including the operation of government affairs and the mobilization of soldiers and horses, are all handled by him.

Otherwise.

How could an ordinary person be favored by the city lord with just a little bravery?
Watching Ma Ye leave.

The city owner couldn't help but lay down on the big chair, as if he was thinking about something carefully:
"If something really goes wrong now, it's really a big trouble."

"Maybe the fruit that my three families have guarded for thousands of years will really be picked by these outsiders."

When he said this, he seemed to have made a decision, and slapped the chair next to him heavily:
"The fight between your own family belongs to your own family, and the meat can only rot in the pot in the end."

"If it is said that outsiders snatched it, then I have spent a lot of hard work in vain waiting for the three families for so many years?"

Thinking of this, he walked away, and in the blink of an eye, he turned into a fiery red light.

In a flash of light, it is thousands of miles away.

In just an instant, he came to that very deep valley.

Look towards the valley mouth of the whole valley.

I only saw three big characters written in simple and unsophisticated characters on the valley mouth:
"Valley of the Dead!"

Looking at the big characters written here, and then looking at the deep valley, there is really a creepy feeling.

However, after seeing this scene, the city owner couldn't help but smile slightly:
"Sure enough, it's still your style."

The next moment, he walked directly into the valley very naturally.

Don't go down between familiar roads.

The so-called clouds and mists, the so-called mountains and forests, did not change at all in front of him.

Even the various large formations arranged in it were not activated.

Through the clouds.

He soon came to a forest settlement that seemed to be built row upon row, with hundreds of houses.

Just looking at it, it's just an ordinary place.

But if it was really an ordinary place, then the city owner would naturally not be able to come here.

Step down.

Afterwards, the city lord first put his hands behind his back, and then he said leisurely to the village in the distance:
"Come out, uncles."

"Nephew is back~"

As his words fell, he saw streams of light suddenly galloping out of the distant village:

"... Whoosh, whoosh!"

next moment.

There are five different spiritual lights falling from the sky, turning into men, women and children with bright spiritual lights one after another.

Taking a closer look, these five figures seem to belong to three different families.

Each has a unique logo.

Even the clothes are not the same color.

The two on the far left are dressed in purple, and they seem to belong to the same family as this city lord.

The one in the middle is dressed in black.

The two on the right are wearing gray robes.

The man in black is an old man.

On the left are a couple in purple robes, and on the right are two old men in black robes.

The five people looked at the city lord quietly like this, it seemed that they were not members of the tribe, but enemies.

at last.

The old man wearing a black robe in the center spoke:

"The things that the family has guarded for thousands of years have been taken away by you. Why do you come back?"

Hearing this old man with a serious appearance like a Confucian scholar shout and ask.

The city lord, Situ Zheng, couldn't help shaking his head helplessly, and then said to the masters in front of him:
"Uncles, you should also know."

"Since the blood essence of the golden-winged roc has fallen here, it means that our family has destiny."

"Our family is going to produce a Dharma image."

"If that's the case, then why can't it be our generation, why can't it be me?"

When he said this, Situ Zheng raised his head subconsciously, and he was extremely proud.

Hearing this, the serious old man in black couldn't help but nodded slightly:
"Your talent is indeed good, but two Jiazi have already achieved top rank, and you can still win treasures from us."

"But acknowledging your talent doesn't mean we can forgive you."

"After all, our three families have been able to inherit from generation to generation, and have been able to guard Wanli City for thousands of years. The treasure of such inheritance is indispensable."

"Right now, if you seize the treasure, although it is possible to achieve a Dharma appearance, it is not a stable factor after all."

When he said this, the old man paused, and then looked at Situ Zheng in front of him with a very deep look:

"It is precisely because you are talented that the old man strictly ordered other people not to allow them to trouble you."

"Give you a quiet space to practice."

"Now that you have returned to the village, I am afraid that you have failed the old man's wishes."

When he said this, the old man seemed to be a little disappointed, he sighed faintly, and said:

"Tell me, what happened?"

"With your personality, under normal circumstances, you wouldn't come to beg us old guys."

Hearing what the old man said, the other four couldn't help glaring at Situ Zheng in front of him.

Especially the man in the couple who wore the same robe as him, he was extremely angry at the moment:
"Naughty beast, you still haven't recruited it for real!"

"After doing such evil things, your uncle still covered up for you and gave you a chance. Did you really let him down?"

When he said this, the man couldn't help but change his face:
"Didn't you lose that inheritance treasure?"

When it came to the end, his whole voice couldn't help becoming serious and cold.

It seemed that he was about to attack at the next moment and kill Situ Zheng here.

Listen to this man asking.

Situ Zheng, who was extremely proud at first, couldn't help but shiver slightly at this moment.

Just look at him bowing slightly first, and then helplessly said to the man:
"Father, you don't have to belittle yourself so much, do you?"

"The boy just came to the village to ask for help."

"But it absolutely didn't harm the interests of our Situ family. He also rotted in the pot."

Hearing this, the two old men in gray robes couldn't help but snorted coldly:
"Humph!" ×2
If it wasn't for the meat rotten in the pot, these old fellows would have shot you long ago and strangled you.

How can you be so presumptuous?
Seeing everything here, Situ Zheng straightened his face first, and then said to an old man in black at the front:
"I hope the uncle can understand."

"Our Situ family has passed down the family inheritance, the child has already reached a great achievement in cultivation, and has the ability to spy on the blood of the demon god."

When he said this, he first glanced at the Uncle Situ in front of him, and then said softly:
"However, in our Wanli City, the name of Pengcheng Wanli has been passed down for thousands of years."

"For thousands of years, many outside practitioners have come to our Wanli City to practice and rest, and even spy on the inheritance."

"Now, the time is coming, but there are many more old guys in the city."

"Although our family has passed down thousands of years and left behind various arrangements, the child is also afraid in the end, and there will be a situation where a hundred secrets are lost."

"So I beg all the uncles and uncles to help the child so that our Situ family can truly become a family of gods and demons."

At the last moment, Situ Zheng hugged his whole body, and then bowed heavily to the black-clothed old man.

heard this.

The old man in black first glanced at Situ Zheng in front of him, then said helplessly:
"Forget it...forget it, we are still a family after all, you should get up first."

"Our Situ family has been here for thousands of years, it's not like you, a little guy, can compare with just a hundred years of planning."

When it came to the end, the old man in black couldn't help but snorted heavily:
"Wanli Situ is not a lie!"

(End of this chapter)