Immortal Mansion Royal Beast

After coming out of the Sutra Pavilion, Fang Qingyuan looked a little solemn. He had just flipped through many jade slips. Taking a comprehensive look at them, he had a clearer understanding of the opening war that year.

Two hundred and seventy years ago, Dazhou Academy joined forces with Yushou Mountain, Black Wind Valley, Qiyun, and Kurong Temple to start another open war.

Each of the five forces has a god-transformation monk, and there is also a god-transformation companion beast in Yushou Mountain. There are six god-transformers in total, and they launched an attack on the god-transformation wild ancient beast here.

After a pioneering war, the Wei family was entrusted with Tianmen Mountain due to their merits. Chu Hongshang, a Nascent Soul monk born in Qiyun, was also enfeoffed and established the Nanchu Clan because of his great merits.

Nanchumen and Tianmen Mountain are separated by a black river and are considered neighbors. Nanchumen was born out of the Qiyun sect. It has strict sect style and deep roots. It cannot be compared with other sects around southern Xinjiang.

That is to say, Lechuan recently appointed a new head of the academy, and Nanchumen sent a Jindan to congratulate him. In the past, during the birthday banquet of the ancestor of the Wei family, Nanchumen only sent a foundation builder.

Now two hundred and seventy years have passed, who would have thought that the ancient Nascent Soul beast was hiding at the foot of Qingfeng Mountain. Although it was dead, there was still a trace of obsession with its remaining soul. It endured two hundred hardships for the sake of its unborn child. Seventy years.

Fang Qingyuan still doesn't know what to do with the body of this ancient Nascent Soul beast.

Although the giant beast said that it would give its body to him, Fang Qingyuan was not sure that the remaining soul of the giant beast was completely destroyed, so he did not dare to go down any further.

Moreover, Fang Qingyuan does not have the ability to dig out the corpse of a ten-foot-long giant beast now, and he cannot save it after digging it out, so now Fang Qingyuan has to put it aside until later.

Anyway, this giant beast is made of metal. Two hundred and seventy years have passed and its body has not decayed. There is no harm in waiting another two hundred and seventy years.

However, after this incident, Fang Qingyuan still had some unsolved doubts in his mind.

First, according to records, the Qingfeng Tea Garden on Qingfeng Mountain has been open for a hundred years, and nothing unusual happened during this period. Why did two babies with golden spirit roots suddenly appear this year? What tricks did this Nascent Soul beast use? Her What is the real purpose?

Is it to attract the attention of outside monks, or is it to leave a back-up on these two children?

Secondly, Fang Qingyuan has searched through all the records about the ancient bear beast that was the overlord of this place at that time. Fang Qingyuan found no information that the bear beast was dead. Could it be that he was captured by someone?

Otherwise, the news of the death of an ancient beast that transformed into a god would definitely be the most shocking thing that year. It would be impossible for all the classics to be vague and unrecorded.

All kinds of thoughts were swirling in Fang Qingyuan's mind, making him a little upset and angry. He simply stopped thinking about it. These things were not something that he, a fifth-level Qi Refining cultivator, could control. He had better take care of the present first.

So Fang Qingyuan drove the camel ray and turned back to his small courtyard.

Three days later, in a shop on the innermost street of Heihe Square, Fang Qingyuan was talking to the monks from Guanghui Pavilion:

"Thanks to the manager for being accommodating, I will pay the spiritual stones every month from now on."

The monks from Guanghui Pavilion looked at Fang Qingyuan's small shop and said with a smile:

"It doesn't matter. As a disciple of the Beast Control Sect, Fellow Daoist Fang, I still believe in this credibility. If nothing happens, I'll go back first. If you need anything, just go to Fang City to find me."

After the monk from Guanghui Pavilion finished speaking, he left leisurely, leaving Fang Qingyuan alone in this small shop of less than twenty square meters.

After Fang Qingyuan looked around for a moment, a smile appeared on his face and he started to pack it up.

The monk at Guanghui Pavilion just now gave him a lot of conveniences. Other shops paid the rent every six months, but Fang Qingyuan only had to pay it once a month.

Moreover, the monthly rent is only fifty low-grade spiritual stones, which is a full two-thirds cheaper than the rent of one hundred and fifty in Tianmen Shanfang City.

In the past few days, after careful consideration, Fang Qingyuan decided to rent a shop in Heihefang. Originally, he wanted to visit other cities and compare them.

However, he had spent more than 2,000 spirit stones escaping underground in the Qingfeng Mountain a few days ago. Now he was very short of money, so Fang Qingyuan did not want to delay any more. He rented a shop earlier and gave away the goods stored in the Immortal Mansion. It is only right to replace it with spiritual stones.

After simply cleaning up the shop, Fang Qingyuan did not hold any opening ceremony. He just made a homemade signboard saying "You have a small shop" and hung it at the door, and it was opened.

Several shops nearby, after seeing that Fang Qingyuan was a disciple of the Beast Control Sect, each came to congratulate them and gave them things worth a few spirit stones. After Fang Qingyuan accepted them with smiles, they returned the gifts one by one.

After struggling for a long time, Fang Qingyuan finally welcomed his first guest. However, this person just looked around, and finally turned around and left with a look of disgust.

This made Fang Qingyuan look a little ugly, but in the blink of an eye, Fang Qingyuan regained his composure.

Since you have chosen to open a store in Heihefang, you have to be prepared for a bad start. The possibility of the new store becoming a big hit is really very small.

Without a reputation that spans more than a few years, it is unrealistic to compare with surrounding stores.

When the day passed, Fang Qingyuan didn't earn a single spirit stone. Regarding this, Fang Qingyuan didn't say anything. He just sealed the door and came to the dock and shouted:

"We're going to Tianmen Shanfang City. Flying Camel Ray. It's safe. Just a spiritual stone and everyone will leave."

The days went by slowly. Fang Qingyuan traveled back and forth between Heihefang and Tianmen Mountain every day. While looking at the shops, he also took care of ferrying to make money.

During this period, Fang Qingyuan asked Zhang Yuan to show him the store for half a month. He took the time to do a sect mission, which was considered as completing this year's errands.

This sect mission did not make any money, and it cost dozens of spirit stones. However, this year's mission was easy and fast, and was specially provided for those inner sect disciples who were not short of money.

In order to save time, Fang Qingyuan also learned to be extravagant.

When autumn turns to winter and the cold wind howls, it is the end of the year again. This year, Fang Qingyuan is thirty-one years old.

In his small courtyard, Fang Qingyuan was sitting on a stool. Behind him, a chubby little bear was standing upright and giving Fang Qingyuan a pat on the back.

The little bear was black and white, half as tall as a man when it stood upright, with two small bear paws tapping back and forth on Fang Qingyuan's back.

Fang Qingyuan's eyes narrowed in comfort, and he said from time to time:

"A little to the left, um, yes, use this position hard, very good, well done."

After being praised by Fang Qingyuan, the little bear worked even harder. However, Jiang Kui couldn't stand this act of squeezing his own spiritual beast. She said to Fang Qingyuan:

"You're so embarrassed, it's only half a year old, and you're just treating it like this."

Fang Qingyuan chuckled, then looked at Zhang Yuandao next to him:

"Junior brother, do you think my move is excessive?"

Zhang Yuan was holding a wine glass in his left hand and chopsticks in his right hand. He was busy picking up meat in the pot. After hearing Fang Qingyuan's question, he first glanced at Jiang Kui and then said vaguely:

"The wine brewed this year is no longer sour. Brother, please take a few more sips later."

Fang Qingyuan laughed, picked up the wine glass on the table in front of him, took a sip, pulled the bear behind him, and said to it:

"After today, you have grown up. Do you want to try something new? This is much more exciting than gold and jade nectar."

Seeing that Fang Qingyuan wanted to feed the little bear wine, Jiang Kui's helpless face flashed, and then he stepped forward and pulled the little bear into his arms, rubbing the little bear's ears and saying:

"I heard the news that next year the sect will select people to go to Baishan to support the Wei family. You two should make plans early."

As soon as these words came out, everything in the courtyard fell silent, except for the rising mist from the copper pot on the table, which was slowly dissipating.

Please help, what is a suitable name for the little bear?