The Lost Moon Curse is a spell that prevents people from seeing the moonlight.

Its effect makes it impossible for monks to collect moonlight and slows down their practice progress. And all spells that rely on lunar moonlight cannot take effect on it.

What Fu planned to impose on Zhang Ruyi was an improved version of the Lost Moon Curse, which only blocked the day of the full moon.

This spell needs to be performed on a new day when there is no moon, no rain and no clouds.

Therefore, Fu temporarily asked Hu Boyan and his son to leave and wait until the end of the month and the first day of the new year to come back.

Xiaoyu sent people away and Fu returned to the house.

I saw a little sparrow preening its feathers standing on a jade tree in Changchun and said:

"The door is open, you can just come in, why bother using this method?"

"Aurora City has had a few bad visitors recently, so be careful."

The sparrow suddenly transformed, and Ji Mingfeng jumped into the house.

The scholar shook his folding fan, looked at the evergreen tree outside the window and said with a smile: "You have a nice tree."

"If you know it's good, just touch it less."

Pour him tea and ask directly: "Is Zhang Ruyi yours?"

"Not really. She just has some connection with her father. Unexpectedly, her talent for beauty is even greater than that of her father."

Ji Mingfeng worked hard to find the source of the goods. Zhang Ruyi's father was the color researcher he trained. However, his life span was short and he died early.

He handed a Taoist book to Fu: "The latest improvement is Yan Cai's method of cultivating immortals. You can give it to Zhang Ruyi. If we can have a stable source of goods, please refer to her."

Fu stared at the table and said: "I'm not a spiritual painter, so I don't care as much about this aspect as you do."

"Ha--you thought I didn't see it? There are more than a dozen spiritual pictures hanging in your front shop. How many Yancai do you have on hand? I can tell you clearly that this thing is in short supply. It is too scarce. It is only for Sijingshan Crossing.

The stock of Mai and Bai Yan Trading Company is tight. You can still find Lingmo and Cinnabar. But other colors... you can wait.

"And recently, I don't know what the teacher is tinkering with, and the demand has become even greater."

When I thought of Master Ye Long, I seemed to have some enlightenment.

What can we do over there? Let’s explore the avenue of painting immortals.

But with all the fuss over there, all the trading houses eagerly offered Yan Cai to Jie Immortal for study, so how could there be any spare Yan Cai for others?

"No wonder I asked Xiaoyu to buy it, but couldn't buy it."

"Today, all Taoist friends in the Danqing Linghua lineage have been invited by the teacher to go to the Sijing Mountain Crossing. One of the people left behind is me; the other is you who has a half-filled can of water and claims to know a little bit about it."

Duan Sijing would not let Ji Mingfeng climb the mountain again.

If Fu goes and begs, he might be able to get some. But according to Duan Sijing's thoughts, he will definitely bring up the matter of accepting disciples again.

Therefore, Ji Mingfeng came here specifically to discuss the two of them working alone to cultivate a stable supply of goods.

Fu was silent.

He was only interested in the spiritual picture. However, Xiaoyu understood the wonders of the Wood Mother through a "Picture of the Great Master in White". Zhang Rong used the "Picture of the Peony Fairy" to avoid a disaster.

Rang Fu couldn't help but think a little more about the spiritual map.

Spreading beans and forming an army is, after all, a temporary and hasty move.

He discovered it not long ago when he was fighting ghost demons and zombie demons.

The bean soldiers are too brittle and cannot store much power.

If you could draw a picture of heavenly soldiers and generals, or even the gods in heaven, wouldn't you be able to use the true essence of creation to project all the gods into battle during battle?

Moreover, Wan Shen itself can also seal the skills, similar to Xiaoyu, and use them for the inheritance of Taoism.

But in this case, a large amount of Lingyuan Yancai is essential.

"Let's work it out. Let's discuss it. I'll produce the spiritual mines and wood, and you'll be responsible for training the color researchers."

Fu Wuyu: "For a change, I'll find the materials and you can help."

"I can't train you for hundreds of years, so naturally I have to rely on you as a newcomer. Look at your skills. Don't you really like to teach people how to practice?"

Ji Mingfeng waved his hand and said: "It takes a lot of effort to collect those materials. If you look for them, who will have the help? It's better for me to do it."

Frowning.

Although Fu Liuhui and Fu Tongjun helped Ji Mingfeng hide some information, Fu's intelligence had already guessed his origin.

Fu knew clearly that Ji Mingfeng had a huge information network at hand and was indeed better suited to collect materials than himself.

Receive the Taoist book and flip through a few pages at will.

"Persuading people to practice facial beauty is like a thunderbolt from heaven. Who is willing to learn this kind of industry with no future? If we really want to practice this magical skill, we should let others see the prospects of being a color researcher."

"If you only respond to spiritual diagrams, what's the prospect? You can't just teach spiritual diagrams directly, right?"

Isn’t it just another painter to transfer the spirit painting? Who would study Yan Cai and directly tinker with the spirit painting?

"So, I'm thinking."

The simplest and most straightforward way to make Yan Cai's line stronger is to find other uses for Lingyuan Yan Cai besides being a Ling Painter.

Let the color researcher be like a metallurgist, with multiple sellers.

"Then wait until you think about it."

Ji Mingfeng finished his tea and looked out the window again.

"You tree, please change back as soon as possible. Recently, Aurora City has not been peaceful. Although it may not involve you."

"Myriad Fantasy Demon Cave? Is it because of this Demon Cave that I came here?"

Ji Mingfeng nodded, then shook his head: "I just came over to take a look and pick up some things from the old year."

He won't tell Fu.

I recalled that when I retreated from the Wanhuan Demon Cave, a large number of Lingyuan Yancai stayed in the Demon Cave.

Fu stared at Ji Mingfeng and asked abruptly: "Do you have Yancai to stay in the devil's cave?"

"Where is it? No. How is there any paint in there?"

Looking at Fu's suspicious eyes, Ji Mingfeng coughed lightly and said, "Just a reminder, don't bring anyone to Jinting. The curse there is very strong."

Back then, he followed Demon Emperor Jiang and saw with his own eyes the seal imposed by Demon Emperor Jiang on Jinting. If he wanted to break in, he would have to sacrifice his life to fill it.

Even if Demon Emperor Jiang enters on his own, he will have to perform a blood sacrifice.

"I know that Empress Xuan's realm will not go if you can't."

"Others are afraid of curses, but for you... If you go, you will definitely be beaten by your grandfather. Let me tell you a little gossip. Back then, Mo Emperor Jiang had a son who was sworn to your father. After all, Empress Xuan is your godmother.

You went to disturb grandma's grave, with Dongxia's character, can you be spared?"

Is there such a relationship?

Fu was surprised. But thinking about the friend named Jiang in his father's diary, he figured out the origin of the remaining chapters of "Xuan Ming Magic Strategy".

"According to my latest information, Young Master Jiang later escaped from the Demon Palace, and with the help of your parents, he changed his appearance and made a false identity."

Fu Zhi looked straight at Ji Mingfeng.

Ji Mingfeng secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that he had turned his attention away from the paint in Wanhuan Demon Cave.

"I recently received news that Young Master Jiang falsely called himself 'Fang' and used the identity of your great-grandmother's family."

"Who? Great-grandma? Which great-grandma?"

There are three possibilities for my great-grandmother: my father’s maternal grandmother (great-grandmother), my mother’s grandmother (maternal great-grandmother), and my mother’s maternal grandmother (maternal great-grandmother).

The next moment, when he thought of the surname "Fang", Fu's expression became even weirder.

"My great-grandmother's house?"

When Fu recalled his childhood memories, he could not recall any relatives from this family coming to visit him. Only when his mother was chatting, he accidentally mentioned that his maternal grandmother's surname was Fang.

"Yes, that's the one."

Ji Mingfeng reorganized the Wujian Demon Palace. Not only did he have spies in the Immortal Sect, but he also had spies in the Demon Palace. He soon learned the information that the several palace masters knew.

"It is said that that family lives on Fengmen Island."

Fang? Fengmen Island?

Fu thought of some very bad memories.

Back when I secretly went to Fengmen Island, there seemed to be a bastard named Fang, who pretended to be a brother, and even cheated me on one of his skills and ran away.

Seeing the change in Fu's expression, Ji Mingfeng thought twice and did not inform Fang Dongyuan of the current situation.

He had connections in Zihuang Pavilion and knew who Fang Dongyuan was apprenticed to. However, the person Fang Dongyuan was apprenticed to had some problems with Ji Mingfeng.

After much deliberation, he did not tell me directly.

After finalizing the training plan for color researchers with Fu, Ji Mingfeng said goodbye.

Before leaving, I took another look at the window.
To be continued...