Gou Cultivates Immortals In the Chaotic World of Demons and Martial Arts

  Chapter 23 Mingqing Pavilion (for collection)

   Green Bamboo Mountain.

  Fang Xi's figure appeared in the cellar, looking around vigilantly.

   Found that the amulet on the wall was still intact, but the aura became extremely weak, and he was relieved.

   "I can come back, it seems that I can easily get out of that dangerous place."

   As for trying to take people across?

  Fang Xi didn't have this thought in her mind at all!

  His golden fingers are extremely important, even if all Black Rock City is dead, he will never compromise on this point.

  This time, he ran to an uninhabited corner in the name of searching for supplies.

  At this moment, Fang Xi's expression gradually became serious, and she took out a small jade bottle from her bosom.

   Inside the bottle is the blood of the demon-stained!

   "The demons in the Great Liang world... are not the same as the demon cultivators in the world of cultivating immortals. At least, I haven't sensed the slightest demon energy, but judging by the performance, it's quite weird..."

  Fang Xi thought for a while, took out a jade plate, poured the jade bottle, and let a drop of dark black blood roll on it.

when!

  The blood drops fell on the jade plate, and immediately made a sound like pearls, as if they had been solidified.

  Fang Xi had no expression on his face, and directed at the jade plate, injecting a trace of energy and blood.

  A large number of blood vessel-like lines instantly appeared on the surface of the jade plate, winding around the blood beads.

  Chichi!

  Thin white smoke emerged, and at the moment those blood threads touched the beads, they turned into nothingness and were evaporated!

   Seeing this scene, Fang Xi's expression remained unchanged, but the input power was replaced by real power.

  Buzz!

  In the jade plate, the bloodshot light suddenly flourished!

  Three strands, winding towards the blood beads.

  The blood bead was half-wrapped and began to melt, but at the next moment, an amazing scene happened—from the inside of the blood bead, incomplete black tadpole symbols began to seep out one by one.

  The blood line transformed by true power, when encountering these symbols, immediately made a sound of being overwhelmed, and was slowly corroded.

  Looking at this scene, Fang Xi's expression was serious.

   "Let's not talk about the power of qi and blood, even if it is the true power of a warrior, will it still be eroded when it encounters a much diluted lower-level spell power?"

  After using the method of an immortal cultivator to test, Fang Xi immediately understood Mu Canglong's state.

  The martial arts master said before that he could use a lot of real power to resist, but now it seems that his death is not far away!

   "The power of mantra...the power of demons...beyond the power of Qi and Blood Martial Arts?"

  Fang Xi thought for a while, and performed the exercises again.

   But this time, what he was operating was the 'Changchun Jue'!

  The cool mana penetrated into the jade plate and turned into blue silk threads, piercing the blood beads continuously.

   This time!

  Even if the dark and incomplete tadpole text reappeared, it was easily pierced by the blue silk thread.

   Then, that drop of blood slowly melted, and suddenly turned into a wisp of green smoke and dissipated...

   "The magic power of a cultivator can restrain the magic power?"

  Fang Xi's eyes lit up.

   This is good news.

  At least, for cultivators, demons are not necessarily immortal.

   "Mu Canglong is about to die, and I don't know if the Qingling Pill in my hand will work or not?"

  While thinking, Fang Xi walked out of the wooden house.

   On the door, there was a sticky note.

  He picked it up and took a look, he was a little excited: "It's Chen Ping..."

  Before, he asked the other party to introduce some circles, and now it seems that he has finally gained something!

  …

   Half a day later.

  Qingzhushanfang City.

  Chen Ping and Fang Xi came to a tall teahouse one after the other.

  Chen Ping had a slightly smug look on his face: "Friend Daoist Fang, please rest assured, Fellow Daoist Shen and Fairy Yunmeng are kind people, and they never put on airs."

  Fang Xi smiled wryly: "I'm not worried about this, but..."

  He looked up at the plaque.

  The teahouse is called 'Mingqing Pavilion' and is famous for selling spirit tea.

  Fang Xi didn't even have the idea of ​​coming to such a high-consumption place.

  However, he still came here with a thick skin. After all, there is no harm in making some comrades.

  Of course, this is also because Chen Ping said that the meeting place was within Fangshi. If he dared to say that the meeting place was outside Qingzhu Mountain, Fang Xi would turn around and leave without saying a word, and then cut off relations with him.

   "Oh, don't worry, Fairy Yunmeng has paid off the box fee this time."

  Chen Ping saw what Fang Xi was worried about, and comforted her.

   "I see, so what are you waiting for?"

  Fang Xi immediately dragged Chen Ping into the Mingqing Pavilion.

  The attic is furnished in a simple and elegant way, and there is a rooftop on which a luthier is playing strings with bare hands.

  Among the censers around, there is Ningshen incense rising.

  Even though there are some guests, the conversation is extremely quiet, which is a very elegant place.

  Chen Ping also seemed a little nervous. He recognized his way and walked into a box.

  In the box, there are already two monks, a man and a woman, sitting on the futon, both of whom are in the mid-stage of Qi Refining.

  One of the male cultivators was born as rich as jade, handsome and unrestrained, wearing a blue fur fox fur and a jade crown on his head, with an extraordinary demeanor.

  Another female cultivator, only about fifteen or sixteen years old, was wearing a pink dress, her skin could be broken by blows, her eyebrows and eyes were as gentle as water, and her temperament was like a dream and mist.

   "Let me introduce to you, this is Shen Haoran, Fellow Daoist Shen, and this is Fairy Yunmeng..."

  Chen Ping introduced to the three of them: "This is Fang Xifang, a good brother who lives next door to me."

   "Meet two of you."

  Fang Xi was a little surprised. He originally thought that Chen Ping's connections were those from the early stage of Qi refining, but he didn't expect to have such resources.

   "Meet fellow Daoist Fang."

  Shen Haoran drank the spiritual tea by himself, and greeted casually, looking very careless.

   Fairy Yunmeng stood up and bowed gracefully, appearing to be very polite and educated.

  But Fang Xi could tell that the more courteous and thoughtful he was, the more alienated he seemed.

   "Today we are blessed. Not only can we taste this 'Yunwu Lingcha', but we can also listen to the performance of 'Fengqin Master'."

  Chen Ping sat down with Fang Xi, and then said with a smile, "Thank you, Fairy Yunmeng, too."

   "Master Fengqin is willing to come here, which is beyond the little girl's expectation..."

   Fairy Yunmeng pursed her lips and smiled.

  Fang Xi did not participate in the conversation of the three of them, but concentrated on drinking tea and eating pastries.

  He is very clear about his position, just a foil and background.

   Fairy Yunmeng and Shen Haoran are obviously not low-level casual cultivators. The reason why they like Chen Ping may be because of their talent in making talismans.

  Compared to myself, who has nothing to do, it is better to be a little transparent honestly.

  For example, this spiritual tea is good, a sip will refresh your body and mind.

   There are also spiritual food cakes, eating a bite will not only leave a fragrance on the teeth and cheeks, but also increase the cultivation base.

  Fang Xi even felt that if he could enjoy these spiritual things every day, he might be able to cultivate to the peak of the third level of Qi refining within a month.

   "Master Fengqin is coming! There is also a distinguished guest."

   Just then, a sound transmission symbol flew outside.

  Shen Haoran took it, his face was filled with joy, and at the same time he looked at Fang Xi.

  Fang Xi scanned the surroundings, and found that the box was empty for four people, but slightly crowded for five people.

  As the Xiaoxiu with the lowest level of cultivation and the weakest background, he still had to wink a bit, and got up immediately: "Everyone, I think I have something important to do at home, so I will take my leave first."

   "But Master Fengqin is about to take the stage, and her piano sound is rare..." Fairy Yunmeng said regretfully, but she didn't intend to keep guests.

  Fang Xi saluted and walked out of the box.

Indistinctly, Shen Haoran's voice to Chen Ping came: "Chen Daoyou, you will also be a talisman master in the future, so you should have a status... Let me tell you, the honored guest who is coming is a late-stage Qi refiner." Big master..."

   "Oh? Then I have to ask Brother Shen to introduce you." Chen Ping's surprised voice sounded at the same time.

  …

  When Fang Xi walked out of the 'Mingqing Pavilion', he could vaguely hear the sound of a piano coming from the attic.

  On the high platform, there seemed to be a beautiful figure.

  It's a pity that all these romantic and elegant things have nothing to do with him.

  ‘The strength is not enough, don’t enter too high a circle...’

  He quickly adjusted his mentality and returned to his shed.

boom!

  A palm wind flew out and landed **** the door and window.

  Baiyun Palm!

  Although I couldn't hear Fairy Feng playing the piano this time, at least I got spirit tea and snacks.

  It's a good time to practice!

  Fang Xi also only had the red snake leg to break through the realm of the martial arts master, and the white cloud palm was still a little short.

   Crackling!

  He stretched out both palms, slapped them in a row, and then condensed the nine big handprints.

  In an instant, Fang Xi's palms turned gray and black.

  The weird thing is that the gray is fading and the black is expanding like crazy.

   "Huh!"

  Fang Xi let out a long breath, and the white air shot out several feet away.

  He looked at his hands and confirmed that his palms had completely entered the realm of the black cloud, that is, the realm of a true warrior!

  The true power of Baiyun Palm mainly strengthens the hands, and the improvement of other parts of the body is far less than last time.

   "Breakthrough simply..."

   "Sigh... If only my talent in Immortal Dao was the same as in Qi and Blood Martial Dao."

  The low-grade spiritual root aptitude of this body has always been a pain in Fang Xi's heart.

  The next moment, feeling the change in the true power of Baiyun's palm, his expression gradually became dignified.

  Inspecting himself with his spiritual sense, he can find that when the energy and blood of his whole body are running, there are already a few more vortexes, mainly located in the legs and palms.

   What's even more shocking is that these qi and blood vortexes feel like they are pulling each other, causing the qi and blood circulation to be somewhat disordered.

   "Is this... the drag that Lu Snake said?"

   "However... I have already broken through the red snake legs, and my blood and energy have already been mixed. There is no way to practice one more."

  Fang Xi looked at her palm.

  Baiyun palms can be released and retracted. After receiving the true strength, his palms are as white as jade, as delicate as the hands of a lady.

   No one can imagine that the power contained in these two palms can already be compared with some monsters.

   "There is indeed a conflict between the true power of the White Cloud Palm and the Red Snake Leg, and it must be resolved..."

   "There is still a realm after that..."

  Physical training equivalent to the initial stage of qi refining is nothing, what Fang Xi likes is the progress and hope in the future!

   "Fortunately... I heard that Yuan Heshan and his party did not escape..."

  (end of this chapter)