Immortal Mansion Royal Beast

The camel ray glides leisurely in the air, and can fly far away with a slight flutter of its wings.

Facing the cold wind, Fang Qingyuan looked at Zhan Zhi, who was a little cold. He stepped slightly, and the camel ray flew even slower.

At this moment, the little girl finally couldn't hold back the tears in her eyes and let them fall freely. Immortal cultivators have a clear mind. Although she is young, she understands the situation just now and is not as ignorant as a mortal child.

Fang Qingyuan hesitated and comforted softly:

"You can stay in the other courtyard with peace of mind for a few years, wait until you have entered the gate, and then come back. I guess the Wei family will not dare to make things difficult for you anymore."

Zhan Zhi was still dumbfounded after hearing this. After all, she was not an adult and did not know how to hide her emotions.

Seeing her like this, Fang Qingyuan sighed slightly. The Wei family had gone too far. The Zhan family might not be able to pass this test. He didn't know how many familiar faces the Zhan family would have left after this time when Zhan Zhi came back.

Not only the Zhan family, but also many monk families near Tianmen Mountain may find it difficult to survive this time.

After sighing, Fang Qingyuan asked seriously:

"Who are you, Zhanzhuang Jian?"

Hearing this, Zhan Zhi turned around, showing some red and swollen eyes, and said softly:

"He is my father."

No wonder Zhanzhuang Jian behaves like this. Fang Qingyuan felt very distressed when he saw that Zhanzhuang Jian was very old, so Zhan Zhi was probably his daughter.

After saying this, the two of them were silent all the way, and the camel ray flew slowly for an hour before arriving at Tianshan Courtyard.

After entering the courtyard gate, Fang Qingyuan took Zhan Zhi to the Chuan Gong Hall. Looking at the palace gate in front of him, Fang Qingyuan also sighed.

It was a moonlight scene, and it was really strange that one of the three main halls was dead.

I hope this palace master can live a little longer, otherwise this Tianshan Villa will really come to a complete halt.

Stepping into the palace gate, Zhan Zhi hurriedly followed him, fearing that she would not be able to find Fang Qingyuan. In her eyes, Fang Qingyuan was the only person she was familiar with, although they had only met for an hour.

"Senior Brother Lu, this is Zhan Zhi, a descendant of Senior Brother Zhan Yuan. I will bring her here today. Please make arrangements for me, Senior Brother."

Fang Qingyuan found Senior Brother Lu who was responsible for this matter and wanted to hand Zhan Zhi over to him. Senior Brother Lu looked at Zhan Zhi and said:

"Let's test the spiritual roots first."

After a moment, Senior Brother Lu’s cold voice sounded:

"Water spirit root, lower grade seventeen, earth spirit root, lower grade fifteen, wood spirit root"

Zhan Zhi held the token for measuring spiritual roots, her fingers turned white. She looked at Fang Qingyuan in fear, like a frightened little animal.

Fang Qingyuan frowned slightly. He did not expect that Zhan Zhi's qualifications were so poor. Even the best water spirit root was not at the middle level, which was worse than He Yu yesterday.

He Yu's earth spirit root is still nineteen. However, although Zhan Zhi's qualifications are not good, she is a descendant of senior brother Zhan Yuan, so her qualifications are not considered.

Senior Brother Zhanyuan died for another hospital, and it was his duty to take care of his descendants. At this point, there was no need to meet the threshold of qualifications.

However, if the qualifications are not good, even if you are admitted, the resources will not be skewed much, and the path of cultivation will be difficult in the future.

These thoughts turned around in Fang Qingyuan. Looking at Senior Brother Lu's cold expression, Fang Qingyuan understood that Senior Brother Lu had lost his interest in caring for Zhan Zhi after seeing his talent.

Thinking of my previous friendship with Senior Brother Zhan Yuan, Senior Brother Zhan Yuan also took care of me when I started, and they also went on missions together and fought side by side.

Zhan Zhi is a little girl whose relatives are still being forcibly conquered by the Wei family. I don’t know what the consequences will be. Seeing that Senior Brother Zhan Yuan has helped her, Zhan Zhi must be able to help her.

So Fang Qingyuan took out a few spiritual stones, secretly put them into Senior Brother Lu's hands, and said:

"After all, we are descendants of Senior Brother Zhanyuan's family. Those of us who are Senior Uncles and elders have to take care of them more or less, you know, Senior Brother."

After receiving the spirit stone, Senior Brother Lu's expression softened slightly, he nodded and said:

"It is true that we should take care of her. I think back then, I was in the same class as Senior Brother Zhan Yuan. Let's do this. Zhan Zhi will enter Courtyard B, and after the disciples who take the entrance exam come in, we can practice together."

Hearing Senior Brother Lu say this, Fang Qingyuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief. You don't have to be the last to wait. Senior Brother Zhanyuan, I can be considered worthy of you.

Then he turned to Zhan Zhi and said:

"You can be admitted to the hospital without taking the exam. This is the favor of Senior Brother Zhanyuan. Don't forget this. Also, if you are not qualified, you must be more diligent and ask Senior Brother Lu if you don't understand anything."

After saying this, Fang Qingyuan saw that things were done properly, so he turned around and wanted to leave, but Zhan Zhi grabbed the corner of his clothes and said in a voice like a mosquito:

"Then can I come to you if I have anything to do in the future?"

Looking at Zhan Zhixi's expression, Fang Qingyuan couldn't say what he said when he refused. After all, he had only awakened to Su Hui for half a year, and he still couldn't be pure in heart and desire, and could never stop love and sex.

But Fang Qingyuan didn't give her a clear answer. He just nodded slightly and walked out of the palace, leaving Zhan Zhi watching his back and watching him leave.

After leaving the palace gate, Fang Qingyuan shook his head and reflected on himself, cultivating the truth and seeking truth. To be pure and pure, it is better to have less cause and effect. In the future, try to do as little as possible such good old people's things.

After reminding himself in his heart, Fang Qingyuan returned to his yard, picked some fruits and vegetables, cooked some spiritual rice, and had a delicious meal.

After dinner, Fang Qingyuan sat cross-legged in the quiet room and began today's practice, taking advantage of the thin spiritual energy emanating from the spiritual rice in his belly.

The exercise practiced by Fang Qingyuan is "Qingmu Changchun Jue", which is peaceful and righteous, and is the most soothing among the five elements.

But the progress of cultivation is also slow, and he is not very good at fighting.

This skill does not have the domineering intensity of fire-based skills, the sharp attacks of metal skills, and the heavy load of earth-based skills.

When Fang Qingyuan chose this technique, apart from the fact that he had the highest qualifications for the wood spirit root, there was also another reason, that is, after practicing this technique, he could slightly extend his life.

A Qi-training monk can live up to one hundred and twenty years at the end of his life. If he builds a foundation, his lifespan can be doubled to two hundred and fifty years.

There are five hundred golden elixirs and one thousand and five Nascent Souls. As for the transformation of gods, except for the small catastrophe once every five hundred years and the great catastrophe of heaven and earth that needs to be overcome once every three thousand years, there is no need to worry about life.

However, every catastrophe of heaven and earth is more severe than the last, and the monks who transform themselves into gods are also exhausted.

Talking about Fang Qingyuan's wood-based skills, if Fang Qingyuan could practice the "Green Wood Eternal Spring Jue" to perfection, his lifespan could be extended by seven or eight years.

Seven or eight years is really not much, it is the time it takes a Nascent Soul monk to retreat, but in the eyes of the Qi Practitioner monks, after seven or eight years, their hope of building a foundation is greater.

It is best for a Qi-training monk to build a foundation before he is seventy years old, otherwise with every passing year thereafter, the hope of building a foundation will become even slimmer.

If you are still unwilling after reaching the age of one hundred, you will have no choice but to end your life.

Moreover, on the road of cultivation, no one has fought with others several times. The injuries they have suffered and the unresolved feelings will become obstacles on the road of cultivation.

If you can't pass that hurdle, you have to stop here.

In the quiet room, Fang Qingyuan sat cross-legged, with incense burning quietly beside him, medicine candles swaying, and moonlight shining in through the skylight.

Time flies, the moonlight flows slowly, and when it flows through the atrium, Fang Qingyuan's slightly closed eyes slowly open.