Going to immortality inexplicably

Chapter 127

Song Sicheng has actually been paying attention to Fan Xiaoxiao. He feels that this girl has too many mysteries.

Although he doesn't seem to have a high level of cultivation, he can run into the Ghostly Mist Forest alone.

The Ghostly Mist Forest didn't look like anything special when it wasn't foggy, but he and his sister still suffered a lot while searching for it.

Fan Xiaoxiao looked a little embarrassed at the time, but in fact he was not injured, but his clothes were a little stained, which was nothing at all.

And when the three of them were working together to fight monsters, this girl, who seemed to have a low level of cultivation, actually came up with a formation. Although the three-talent formation was very simple and easy to master, it was impossible to learn it without inheritance.

And she was so selfless that she actually taught the Three Talents Formation to the two siblings. Doesn’t she know how rare the formation is?
When they arrived at the spiritual land, everyone's cultivation level had improved, and Fan Xiaoxiao had also upgraded. However, Song Sicheng always vaguely felt that Fan Xiaoxiao was different from them, but he couldn't tell.

In the bookstore, the brother and sister each bought a set of exercises, but Fan Xiaoxiao just bought a particularly cheap jade slip. Since it was so cheap, it was definitely not a good exercise.

There were so many good exercises and I didn't choose. I only bought the cheapest jade slips. I must be short of money and don't have any spiritual stones.

But just now at a certain stall, she actually asked about the high-grade Bigu Pill. Could it be that she was not short of spiritual stones, but had saved the spiritual stones to buy the high-grade Bigu Pill?

And he couldn't understand the tattered book that Fan Xiaoxiao just bought. Although they were two stalls apart, his hearing was amazing. As long as he paid attention, he could still hear their conversation clearly from such a distance. of.

It's just that the current environment is so noisy that he can hear it intermittently.

That shabby book, the weapons manual from 50 years ago, what value does it have now?
Of course, three low-grade spiritual stones are nothing, but for people like them who can't earn even one spiritual stone, every spiritual stone is precious and there is no reason to waste it casually.

Song Sicheng took a look at the black stone that Fan Xiaoxiao requested as a gift. It was indeed ugly and worthless.

However, based on his only understanding of Fan Xiaoxiao, this girl should not be a fool who will be exploited by others. Is it that the broken book has some value that he doesn't know about, or is there some secret hidden in that inconspicuous black stone? ?
It has to be said that Song Sicheng is indeed a thoughtful person, so he tentatively asked Fan Xiaoxiao to borrow the broken book.

Unexpectedly, Fan Xiaoxiao readily agreed, although she had to wait until she finished reading.

And this process is enough to take away important things.

Song Sicheng couldn't say it, could you let me see it first?

After all, their relationship is not so close that they cannot distinguish each other.

Fan Xiaoxiao didn't know what Song Sicheng was struggling with. She was very depressed now because she didn't have a few spiritual stones left, so she could only feast her eyes on those dazzling things.

Although there were not many spirit stones before, for Fan Xiaoxiao, double digits were much better than single digits, although three spirit stones would not have any effect at all.

But Fan Xiaoxiao was so depressed that she no longer thought about picking up the slack.

Following the Song Sicheng brother and sister's slow and unhurried steps, the journey from the entrance to the exit turned out to be from early morning to dusk.

Fortunately, no one needs to eat. Otherwise, after walking around like this, we will be hungry.

Song Sixue bought a feather fan. It was hard to tell what kind of bird's feathers it was. It was blue, green, and white mixed with white. It was very beautiful.

The stall owner said that this fan can be used offensively or defensively, and can compete with the foundation-building monks.

The size can also be changed at will, with the maximum being about one meter and the minimum being the size of an ordinary folding fan.

The fan became smaller, and when held in the hand, it emitted a faint light, making Song Sixue's skin extraordinarily crystal clear, and many people around him admired it.

Song Sixue bought the low-grade spiritual stone for 50 yuan without blinking an eye.

Fan Xiaoxiao was very envious, but what she envied was not the fan, but the spiritual stones.

Song Sicheng bought a knife.

None of them knew the material of the knife. Fan Xiaoxiao sensed that although it was metal, it was not iron.

The knife was not particularly exaggeratedly different, but it looked about the same size as an ordinary knife, except that it looked very beautiful, maybe because of the special material. If Song Sicheng was riding on a tall horse at this time, he would immediately become a knife. Become a real swordsman.

Song Sicheng liked it very much and bought the low-grade spiritual stone for 100 yuan.

The items on the street stalls were much cheaper than those in the shops, and Song Sicheng and his sister were very happy.

Although the fans and knives the brother and sister bought were not of the highest quality, items of the same quality would cost thousands of spiritual stones in the store.

The explanation of the stall owners is that the things they sell are usually things they no longer need.

Some of them were used by me and eliminated; some were obtained from doing tasks outside or taking risks.

Anyway, I can't use it myself, and the price is lower if I sell it to the sect. It's better to sell it, and I can subsidize some spiritual stones.

Everyone at the stall was in high spirits, and as long as the transaction was successful, everyone was happy to get what they wanted.

The street stall will be set up for ten days, and this is only the first day, and everyone feels that there is still more to come.

At night, it was still dark, but many stall owners had already collected their things and were meditating and resting on the spot, so that they would not have to occupy seats the next day.It is not easy to enter a blessed place like Lingdi, so of course you must seize all the time to practice.

The crowds of people visiting the street stalls receded like a tide, and many people went to distant markets and stayed in inns.

There are also many people who set up tents in the wild to rest.

Fan Xiaoxiao actually wanted to find a big tree to meditate, but seeing that there were too many people, it was probably difficult to find a quiet big tree, so she had to give up.

The Song Sicheng brother and sister seemed to have made preparations. They found a small open space and set up a small tent.

There are people everywhere, and even with a big tent, it’s hard to find a suitable spot.

The three people seemed a bit crowded in the tent, but they could barely sleep.

The brother and sister took out their sleeping bags.

In fact, they don't need anything now, and they won't catch a cold if they sleep in the wild, but with sleeping bags, it's less embarrassing.

Song Sixue hesitated for a moment, then took out a sleeping bag and handed it to Fan Xiaoxiao.

"Thank you!" Fan Xiaoxiao was very grateful.

No matter what, everyone is just meeting each other by chance, and no one is obligated to help anyone.

"I don't want to sleep tonight," Fan Xiaoxiao returned the sleeping bag to Song Sixue, "Our time in the spiritual land is limited, and private fights are prohibited here, so I want to continue practicing."

A trace of surprise flashed across Song Sixue's face, and she immediately took back the sleeping bag with a smile.

"Look at how much progress you have made, I have to catch up!" Fan Xiaoxiao joked with a smile and sat down cross-legged.

"Miss Fan is right, we really can't waste the opportunity here." Song Sicheng agreed with appreciation, and then put away his sleeping bag.

"But I'm a little tired and want to rest tonight." Song Sixue was a little embarrassed.

"Take a rest when you are tired," Fan Xiaoxiao said before Song Sicheng, "The best combination of work and rest."

Song Sichen held back the words he was about to say.

"Then Xue'er can rest tonight." After sighing, Song Sicheng finally said nothing else.

After all, she is a biological sister, so she should feel more pain.

Song Sixue glanced at Fan Xiaoxiao gratefully, smiled brightly, got into her sleeping bag and closed her eyes.

Fan Xiaoxiao calmed down and continued to introduce only one factor in the spiritual energy into the body as he did on the big tree.

Her cultivation level has improved now, and she needs too much spiritual energy to run a complete Zhoutian. If she were alone, it would not be too noticeable. But now that so many people are here, the movement of her spiritual energy is too much. If it is big, it will still attract the attention of interested people.

If you only introduce one factor, it won't cause much change.

She was alone a few days ago. Although there were people in other trees, they didn't know each other, and the distance was a bit far away. Everyone was busy with their own cultivation, and no one paid any attention to others.

But it's different now. There are so many people and no one is truly alone. Many people will notice the changes in spiritual energy fluctuations. If Fan Xiaoxiao absorbs several times more spiritual energy than others, he will immediately become the focus of attention.

Fan Xiaoxiao needs to keep a low profile, not to mention what she really needs now is to improve the properties of the four spiritual roots of metal, wood, water, and soil. This cultivation method that only introduces one factor is the most suitable for her now.

The golden factor is still the smallest, just a little more than when she practiced on the big tree, but for Fan Xiaoxiao, it is still far from enough.

Song Sicheng also quickly entered a state of selfless cultivation, and no longer paid attention to the people and things around him.

Fan Xiaoxiao guided each of the four factors, which took longer than her previous operation for a week.

It's just that the four factors in the meridians are still a little stagnant. There is no doubt that the golden factor is far from enough.

She slowly opened her eyes and saw Song Sicheng next to her still immersed in a state of selfless cultivation.

Fan Xiaoxiao closed her eyes again and started a new round of practice.

In such a treasure land, it really cannot be wasted.

When she woke up again, Fan Xiaoxiao thought of the small black stone.

By the way, the old man seemed to have mentioned that the dark stone was soil.

What is soil?Fan Xiaoxiao had never heard of it.

(End of this chapter)