Xuanhuan: the Way of Heaven Revolves Around Me

　　"Of course there are problems."

　　A clear smile appeared on Jiang Jiuge's handsome face.

　　He looked at Fang Mingjing's puzzled expression, and his tone gradually became a little more gloating: "Gu Shiyun didn't tell you, right? If you break through to the Profound Realm, it will be difficult for you to grow up in the future. "

　　"I said it."

　　"??"

　　Jiang Jiuge was stunned when he heard the words.

　　He originally planned to take a look at Xiao Shengzi's angry and depressed expression, but what he saw was a calm and unconcerned look on his face, which made Jiang Jiuge somewhat incomprehensible.

　　"Aren't you worried about growing up?"

　　"What am I going to do when I grow up?"

　　"..."

　　What did you grow up to do?

　　These words seemed to have choked Jiang Jiuge, he paused for a moment, and then let out a dull sigh.

　　However, he stopped Fang Mingjing not simply to satisfy his own bad taste. He gathered the sunspots on the chessboard and said with a bit of interest:

　　"Two months from now, a very interesting secret realm will be born in the northern part of the mainland. I originally thought that if you were just contemplating the real realm, there would be no need to go to the muddy waters, but looking at it now, I can let you join in the fun."

　　"Is it interesting?"

　　"Well, when the time comes, the arrogance of those aristocratic families and dynasties will all go there. It's rare to see such a lively scene."

　　"It's lively..."

　　Little Saint Child could not help touching his chin.

　　He's not the type of self-proclaimed salted fish, so he's quite happy to go outside the Holy Land to play.But anyway, it's still two months to wait, so he just responded to Jiang Jiuge, and then forgot about it.

　　Looking at Fang Mingjing's carefree back, Jiang Jiuge smiled and shook his head.

　　The secret realm he just mentioned will not be the usual lively at that time, especially those arrogances of the aristocratic dynasties, there are also many of them who have cultivated the realm of robbery...

　　But it's still too early to say this, Jiang Jiuge gathered his mind and immersed his thoughts on the chessboard again.

　　Fang Mingjing went to Uncle Mu.

　　After he made it clear what he came for, the black-robed old man, who was always careful with etiquette, nodded with a smile and didn't ask any more questions. He simply found a few exercises suitable for entry.

　　But that's not enough.

　　Fang Mingjing has considered it very well. For her sister Fang Xinyu, it is obviously impossible to cultivate on earth with only one exercise. Not to mention that the spiritual energy there is extremely thin, the cultivation itself is even more exquisite. A matter of talent and luck.

　　So he came to Danfeng Hall.

　　Although it is called a "temple", in fact, it is more like a city.

　　A city standing at the top of a mountain peak—

　　Bathed in the rosy glow of the Qing Dynasty, above that lofty mountain, countless towering temples stand, endless, endless purple air permeates it, overwhelming like the Milky Way falling for nine days, the clouds are steaming and the clouds are splendid, which is extremely spectacular. .

　　But compared to these, what is even more commendable in the Danfeng Palace is that there is a medicinal fragrance in the surrounding aura, and in the depths surrounded by countless palaces, it is constantly flashing with elixir that belongs to the elixir. The Ruixia radiance of elixir.

　　"Little Saint Child!?"

　　"Why did the little saint come here?"

　　"Maybe you want to find some kind of medicine..."

　　"Morning, little saint."

　　When Fang Mingjing went to the depths of Danfeng Hall, many Danfeng disciples were shocked when they saw him, and then hurriedly bowed.

　　The Little Saint Son has always been a secluded person, so most of the disciples in the Holy Land have only heard of his name and have never seen his appearance, but now, when they first saw him, most of them were shocked.

　　Especially those senior sisters, looking at the little holy son whose beauty is enough to shatter the entire Danfeng, the pattern of peach heart appeared in the pair of eyebrows and eyes.

　　"Little Saint Child, do you need any medicinal herbs to come to Danfeng? If you don't mind, Senior Sister will help you refine it."

　　No, what you want to practice is not alchemy, but copper.

　　"Little Saint Child, do you recognize the way? Or should Senior Sister take you?"

　　Little Holy Son, "Holy Son Junior Brother", "Holy Son"...

　　Intermittently, this is already the [-]th senior sister who wants to come together.

　　Fang Mingjing felt a headache. These senior sisters seemed to have found that he had a good personality, so they didn't mean to be cautious, and they all came up with a smile.

　　The little saint was expressionless.

　　Just when he was thinking about whether to pretend to be angry or not, suddenly a strong spiritual power fell on him from a far distance.

　　Fang Mingjing did not resist when he felt the pulling sensation from this spiritual power, so the next moment his vision changed, and he came to an alchemy room that exuded the fragrance of medicine.

　　In front of him was a white-haired old man with tea in his hand and a kind smile.

　　A faint glow lingered around him, and while the aura was flowing, just sitting there gave people a sense of immortality.

　　"Three elders."

　　"Yeah." He smiled, "Why did the little saint come to my alchemy hall?"

　　"I'm here to find some medicine pills."

　　"Oh?".

Chapter 164

　　Luo Jiefeng, the third elder of the Holy Land, the hall master of Danfeng Hall, an old man who looks like a fairy and seems to be very talkative.

　　However this is only an illusion.

　　Fang Mingjing once heard about the deeds of the third elder from his aunt Gu Shiyun:

　　When this smiling old man was traveling abroad a few decades ago, because he was interfered with alchemy by a frivolous monk, he smiled and threw the elder backstage he was relying on into the alchemy furnace. The medicine pill, and then put it into the opponent's mouth with a smile.

　　It is said that the monk at that time directly broke through the bottleneck for many years under the impact of the medicinal power, but the person collapsed because of this incident.

　　This method is simply a villain...

　　However, the third elder, Fang Mingjing, is still very good. Occasionally, when he has free time, he will refine some good-tasting medicinal herbs for Fang Mingjing that can be eaten and played like jelly beans.

　　"Little Saint Child has already broken through the Profound Realm..."

　　The three elders couldn't help but admire Fang Mingjing's talent.

　　He was holding the teacup with hot smoke and spiritual energy, his old face was full of stern eyes, and his tone was a little pleasant.

　　"Even in the history of the Holy Land, there has never been a talent as terrifying as the Little Saint Child, which makes the old man a little curious, how far the Little Saint Son can grow in the future."

　　But when it came to this, the third elder paused for a while, and there was a bit of regret in his eyes.

　　"It's a pity that the Holy Master is someone who doesn't know how to teach."

　　"Are you okay?" Fang Mingjing muttered, "Master said that his master taught him the same way."

　　"Yeah, after all, throughout the history of the Holy Land's Holy Master, there has never been any Holy Master capable of teaching apprentices. This Holy Master is like this, the previous one is like this, and the previous one is still like this..."

　　It seems that the three elders have spoken out some incredible information.

　　Facing Fang Mingjing's seemingly speechless expression, he laughed.

　　"Okay, what kind of medicine is the little saint looking for? I guess, is it because you have broken through the realm of life and mystery, and worry about things that you won't grow up in the future?"

　　"No, I'm here to find some medicinal herbs for entry-level cultivation."

　　"Don't worry, this is troublesome, but... eh?"

　　The third elder, with a confident smile on his face, was talking, and suddenly realized that something was wrong, he paused, and looked at the little saint in surprise:

　　"Elixir of entry-level cultivation?"

　　"Correct."

　　"...That is nothing more than some medicinal pills to wash the tendons and cut the marrow, or to replenish Qi and gather vitality. This kind of little saint can be found in the outer hall."

　　The three elders said so.

　　As he said, these are just some low-level pills, and there is no need to bother him, the Pill Hall Elder.

　　However, the third elder quickly remembered that he had previously refined this type of medicinal pill for the little saint who had just started cultivating, but when the refining was completed, the little saint had already broken through the realm and it was completely useless. .

　　He told Fang Mingjing about this.

　　"I've put all those pills in the inner layer of the pill pavilion, so let Qi'er accompany you to collect them."

　　The three elders said so.

　　Fang Mingjing naturally agreed.

　　Not long after, a cute loli figure in a white dress ran into the alchemy room.

　　"grandfather!"

　　She is about eleven or twelve years old, with a petite body, a delicate little face, a handsome nose, a faint touch of cherry lips, and her skin is flawless. Makes you feel soft.

　　The three elders couldn't help showing a kind smile.

　　He patted the girl's hair, then took out another token and handed it to her.

　　"Take this and accompany the little saint to the inner layer of the Pill Pavilion."

　　"Son?"

　　When she heard this name, Luo Qimeng seemed to be stunned for a moment. She looked at Fang Mingjing, but for some reason there was a bit of hostility in her eyes.

　　After Fang Mingjing felt it, she didn't say anything, and the third elder seemed to have not seen it, urging her to take the little saint to the Pill Pavilion.

　　Luo Qi Meng did as she did.

　　Holding the token, she walked in front and led Fang Mingjing in the direction of Pill Pavilion. The ponytail braids swaying gently with the pace was really cute.

　　Because of the hostility that the other party showed earlier, Fang Mingjing didn't talk to her or contact her along the way, but Luo Qimeng finally couldn't help it.

　　Loli with two ponytails stopped, she stared at this side without concealing her hostility, and hummed: