Gou Dao Changsheng: Starting from the Reincarnation of a Demon Cultivator

Chapter 80: Seeing the Spirit Puppet Again
As an old monster in the Nascent Soul stage, Old Chen has lived for nearly a thousand years and is quite knowledgeable.

But this was the first time he had seen a monk carrying this kind of magic contract.

Chen Lao's mind went dark, and he thought of a good friend of Shou Xiu in his previous life, and had a bad guess in his mind.
'Zhao Changqing. Zhao Changqing.'

"We've been friends for nearly a thousand years, and you, an old coward, are still on guard against me?!!"

He collected his thoughts and a faint fluctuation of his soul came.

"Xu Xiaozi, don't be discouraged. Judging from the behavior of this fellow Daoist Fang, even among those longevity cultivators, he is outstanding."

"If ordinary longevity cultivators can be called the Spirit Turtle Anwen, then this one can already be called the reincarnation of the Black Tortoise."

Old Chen was thinking about the charm of Fang Yi's spell casting, with a hint of pride in his tone.

"Xu Xiaozi, I have already found out some of his basic knowledge, the third-level wood-attributed health-prolonging and longevity-prolonging technique. Given his personality, we have not found the wrong person.
But this Fire Mulberry Seed is not compatible with his foundation. I'm afraid he has lofty ambitions, aiming for a mid-level or even high-level foundation.
If it is a wood-attributed spiritual object such as the Yi Wood Heart or the Great Life Pearl, he will definitely be tempted.

But there is still room for maneuver.'

In the small courtyard, the breeze blows gently, bringing with it a whiff of the fragrance of grass and trees.

Fang Yi looked at the thing in his hand.

This is a bottle of first-grade, mid-quality beast-raising pill.

He also knew that Fellow Daoist Xu's intention to make friends with him was beyond words.

But he doesn't care. With his current foundation, he will never gamble with his own safety unless he has the second-level combat power.

"Hmph. Hmph."

The Qijie in his arms is worthy of being the Wu Tubo who has awakened the Tianpeng bloodline. He has already discovered the benefits of the beast-raising pill to himself.

He arched Fang Yi's chest, his small dark eyes staring at the jade bottle on the stone table, his greedy look obvious to passersby.

Fang Yi stroked Qijie's shiny fur and comforted him.

"Don't worry, don't worry. You are only a low-grade first-rank cultivator now. You should be nourished with the most fundamental earth-attributed spiritual energy. Don't ruin your foundation."

Although this Earth Spirit Pearl is very valuable, its ability to nourish monsters of the same attributes far exceeds that of elixirs of the same level.

Fang Yi knew very well the preciousness of the Earth-grade bloodline demon pet, and naturally would not give up the future of the Seven Rings just to save a few spirit stones.

Only by laying a solid foundation can the practice of these seven precepts be fast and steady in the future.

He is not like those casual cultivators with shallow foundation who must be eager for quick success.

With Fang Yi's current foundation, he would definitely not do something that would put the cart before the horse and kill the chicken to get the eggs.

Seeing that Fang Yi did not give him the tempting pill.

Qijie grunted a little in grievance, then continued to stretch his little hoof towards a bunch of bananas.

The silver moon sets in the west, among the small Xuan Peaks.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

There was another knock on the door outside the courtyard.

Fang Yi frowned slightly and snatched a spiritual fruit from Qijie's mouth.

"Don't feel wronged. You are only a low-grade first-rank demon beast. Even if your bloodline is excellent, you still have to exercise restraint. This is the first time you have eaten spiritual fruits."

I am in this small Xuanfeng, and I only know three or five people.

Fan Dacheng is currently studying the "Wedding Dress Qi Transformation Method" in seclusion in order to transform his foundation.

After the wedding, Yang Caier also left for important matters.

"Li Qingsong, fellow Daoist Li? He just had his wedding banquet yesterday. What does he want from me?"

Fang Yi was a little confused, and then started to clean up the mess.

He waved his sleeves and put away the flag of the small maze formation.

Then he activated the Cloud Smoke Pot, and the magical light from the pot flowed, quickly collecting the red smoke into the pot.

Finally, he made a hand gesture to disperse the magic of flying flowers covering the courtyard.

Outside the green bamboo courtyard.

Zhou Yuying was explaining with a serious face.

"Qingsong, you and I have become husband and wife, two of us one. Do you remember what I said yesterday?"

Thinking of the conversation between the two last night, Li Qingsong's face turned slightly dark.

Yesterday was the wedding day, and Li Qingsong had thought that since he was marrying into the Zhou family, he would practice diligently and live a good life.

But Zhou Yuying went too far.

How could a newlywed couple, on their wedding night, have the wife say that she has something important to attend to, leaving her husband waiting in the garden while she goes to look for her biological parents?

But Li Qingsong just endured it. After all, as a son-in-law, he had already married into the Zhou family. He also knew that he needed to be humble, but he still held out a glimmer of hope.

After all, Zhou Yuying didn't leave for too long and had already returned, bringing back a first-grade top-quality animal bone.

But it was the bones of the vine-armored turtle that made Li Qingsong feel dissatisfied.

Last night, in Xuanxi Pavilion.

Zhou Yuying held down Li Qingsong's hands as he was doing something strange to her.

"Qingsong, don't worry. I have something to ask you. I heard that your good friend Fang Yi is still alone?"

There was a hint of lust in Li Qingsong's eyes. He had drunk a lot of tonic wine today. Now his lower abdomen was beating with evil fire, and he was feeling a little suffocated.

"That's right. Madam, if you have anything to say, we can discuss it tomorrow. Now, a night of spring is worth a thousand gold, so let's not waste it."

Zhou Yuying dodged her husband's attack.

He didn't care about Li Qingsong's thoughts.

Although because of Fang Yi, Yang Caier and Xu Qingshe, he looked up to Li Qingsong.

But in the end, he regarded him as a son-in-law and thought of Yang Caier who had already left.

He had already made up his mind, determined to have a conclusion tonight. This was an opportunity that could never be missed. "Qingsong, what if I must discuss this matter today?"

Zhou Yuying's words were like a bucket of cold spring water, completely waking Li Qingsong up.

The cold tone made him realize that even if his wife gave him enough face during the day.

After all, he is just a son-in-law of the Zhou family. He has to be cautious about his words and actions, and his status is far lower than Zhou Yuying.

He sighed, feeling a little regretful in his heart that he shouldn't have married into the Zhou family of Duobao Pavilion.

But now that things have come to this, the die is cast and there is no other choice.

Li Qingsong's tone was filled with a hint of reluctance and jealousy.

"Madam, you are from the Zhou family of Duobao Pavilion, and your family has several foundation-building ancestors. Why do you think so highly of Fellow Daoist Fang Yi?"

"Husband, I am also thinking about our future together."

Seeing Li Qingsong stop, Zhou Yuying's tone became gentle. After all, the two of them were a couple sleeping together.
If his son-in-law cooperates, he doesn't want to make things too embarrassing.
What's more, he had to consider the Buddha's side, and he was still a little concerned about the friendship between Fang Yi and the other two and Li Qingsong.

He was born in the Zhou family of Duobao Pavilion.

Therefore, Zhou Yuying knew that there was a person who had a high probability of cultivating the art of spirit puppets to the level of a first-class upper-grade cultivator.

He is already the most top-notch Qi training cultivator below the Foundation Establishment Master.
If today wasn't the right time, he would have planned to visit Master Fang Kui tonight.

"Squeak~"

Seeing the wooden door open, he felt extremely unwilling, even though his wife had taught him how to please other monks on their wedding night.

But it was also because of this that he clearly realized Fang Yi's status for the first time.

Li Qingsong had a warm smile on his face.

"The night is deep and the dew is heavy, I am here to talk to you, Fellow Daoist Fang."

Fang Yi felt a little strange. The silver moon was already setting in the west. Why did Li Qingsong come to find him?

"That's alright, I have nothing else to do. Fellow Daoist Li, please come in."

Li Qingsong took out a storage bag from his arms, suppressed the jealousy that surged in his heart, and handed it to Fang Yi.

"I've heard that Brother Fang has been searching for the spirit remains of top-grade, first-class demon beasts many times in order to understand the skills of top-grade spirit puppeteers."

"Now Qingsong has made some good fortune. I will give this top-grade vine-armored turtle skeleton to Brother Fang as a return gift. I hope Brother Fang can advance to a top-grade puppet master soon."

"First-grade, top-grade skeleton?"

Fang Yi was a little surprised.

He took the storage bag from Li Qingsong.

He took a quick sweep with his spiritual sense and confirmed that it was a first-grade, top-grade vine-armored turtle skeleton, then he took the storage bag.

It’s not a waste of time to break through the iron shoes.

He had been searching in the Yunze Market for several years, but had not found a single top-grade first-class demon beast's spirit skeleton, let alone using it to make a spirit puppet to increase his own foundation.

But Fang Yi was not dazzled by the sudden benefits.

He glanced around and saw Zhou Yuying in a white dress, holding Li Qingsong's arm like a little bird.

I already know that this must be the work of Zhou Yuying.

Fang Yi had known Li Qingsong for several years, so he naturally knew that he was a somewhat contradictory person.

While he is tactful in his dealings with others, he also has a hint of arrogance.

As for the wedding, Li Qingsong would never have spoken up if Fang Yi and the other two had not taken the initiative to help him.

But he also invited Fang Yi and the others to come, which meant he expected them to support him. This is the contradiction.
Therefore, if Li Qingsong had this idea, and because he came to find me alone, he would definitely not bring Zhou Yuying with him.

However, Fang Yi did not take it to heart. After all, he only brought the treasure to the door because he had something for himself or wanted to ask for a favor in return.

If it was just an ordinary spiritual creature, it would be fine and he wouldn't take it seriously.

However, this top-grade vine-armored turtle spirit skeleton is enough for him to refine a spirit puppet with outstanding defensive capabilities to make up for his own shortcomings.

Since it was a matter of the Dao, Fang Yi naturally wouldn't be polite. As for the favors he owed, he had his own standards in mind and it was not something he could do whatever Zhou Yuying wanted.

He smiled slightly and spoke.

"I need this spirit skeleton to understand the realm of a first-grade, superior spirit puppet master. Thank you so much for your help."

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Seeing that Fang Yi did not continue speaking, Zhou Yuying's face froze.

According to what Li Qingsong said last night, Fang Yi should be a person who values ​​friendship and loyalty.

After obtaining this top-grade spiritual skeleton, shouldn't you do a favor?

Why are you so silent?

Zhou Yuying felt anxious and looked up slightly, and saw Fang Yi standing in front of the door. He was like an evergreen ancient tree, with a deep and unfathomable aura, looking at her meaningfully.

Zhou Yuying shuddered all over, shuddered violently, and erased all her subsequent thoughts.
He sighed inwardly, realizing that he had been careless.

Fang Yi is only in his early thirties, but he has already broken through to the first-level intermediate level in puppetry skills. How can he be a simple person?

I'm afraid that my blatant behavior has been seen through by him.

Zhou Yuying frowned slightly, clenched her hands slightly, showed a flattering smile on her face, and retreated behind Li Qingsong.

Now I just hope that this puppet master will remember the old relationship between her and her husband and not leave any grudge in his heart.

Seeing that Zhou Yuying had shrunk behind Li Qingsong in his sight.

The purpose of self-warning has been achieved.

(End of this chapter)