The days of practicing Qigong always go by very quickly.
Ever since Fang Chang found the correct way to open "Bo Xun Guan Hua", he has become out of control.
Generally speaking, the cultivation process starts like this.
"Ah, I'm so sad."
"Why am I so unlucky? Oh, how unfair is God to me?"
"I'm going to be possessed!"
Then I visualized Mara, all kinds of negative emotions came to my mind, and my mind was filled with the impulse to destroy the world, but I tightly held on to a trace of clarity deep in the sea of consciousness.
When the inner demon was born, he immediately recited the Heart Sutra silently to dispel the suppression.
Occasionally, when he frees up some energy, he will take the initiative to say hello to his new inner demons.
"Hey, little brother is here again."
The next step is to expertly eliminate the inner demon spirit, swallow up the remaining essence, and digest the gains.
Just like that, his proficiency in the inner magic tricks began to soar at a jaw-dropping speed.
In just half a month, he has become an expert in the inner magic technique. With a single thought, his inner demons arise, and he enters the field of group attack.
He can easily make the group of purple-blooded snakes appear in front of him like a cow character, and then into a bull character shape in front of him.
However, the price was that his mental attributes permanently dropped by 0.5, leaving only 4.6, which was still within an acceptable range.
If he then meditates seriously on the image of Bo Xun Evil Buddha, it will take about half a year to return to his previous level.
But if you add various puppet attribute sharing in between, one or two months will be enough.
After all, it is difficult to increase the upper limit, but it is not difficult to restore the upper limit.
…
One month has passed in the blink of an eye.
Fang Chang once again gathered a room full of Qi refining puppets, and even a piece of the purple bamboo forest was cut off by him.
Especially the spiritual bamboos close to the inner circle of purple dragon spiritual bamboos were almost stripped bare by him.
After all, the quality of spiritual bamboo here is the best.
Using them as materials, you can basically refine a puppet in the middle stage of Qi refining, that is, a middle-grade first-order puppet. The increased golden light brightness is more than twice that of a low-grade first-order puppet.
"First-class, medium-quality, spicy chicken!"
Snapped!
Fang Chang didn't even look at it. He threw it casually and placed it on a puppet hill.
"It's still 0.1, but it's only a matter of these few days."
"But it's already February, where is my Foundation Establishment Pill?"
Fang Chang touched his chin, a sudden thought came to him, and his keen spiritual sense gave him some bad premonitions.
The fourteenth day of the first lunar month was the big market in Qingniufang City, and Li Hu took his snow bow suit there to explore the way.
If everything goes well, he should be back by now.
After all, a stubborn person like him only came back after half a month of hard work.
In the past few times, Li Hu always left quickly and came back quickly.
Travel for a day, then stay in Fangshi for two or three days to process the goods, and you can make a round trip in about five days.
I've been there for more than half a month this time, but still no news.
Fang Chang glanced at it with his spiritual consciousness, and saw a big purple snake as thick as an arm crawling around the purple bamboo. It looked like a piece of purple satin, and its fine scales looked quite gorgeous.
Probably because it was an undercover snake, Fang Chang suddenly felt that it looked pretty good.
"Where is your master, does he have any sense?"
The Purple Blood King Snake and Li Hu formed a master-servant blood contract, and they had a sense of each other's life and death.
If the owner is willing to let go of restrictions, the spiritual pets can even locate each other within a hundred miles.
And once the owner dies, the spiritual pet will also die.
Only this kind of unequal blood contract can be established unilaterally.
Li Hu never restricted the interaction between the purple-blooded king snake and him, so every time Li Hu came back, the purple-blooded king snake could greet him in the forest.
But this time, the Purple Blood King Snake raised its body and spit out the snake message. After careful sensing, it was hissing.
"I don't know the exact location, the aura is a bit weak."
Fang Chang's expression changed, he stood up and walked out of the purple bamboo forest.
Half an hour later.
Fang Chang is back again.
"Uncle Li's family is still here, so it's impossible for Li Hu to escape alone with his bow.
And with the blood contract of the Purple Blood King Snake, Li Hu's life should not be in danger for the time being.
So is there really something wrong with the Snow Bow?"
Fang Chang murmured to himself.
"So should this catastrophe be here?"
But even if Li Hu died, he would not reveal his position.
But what if the enemy knows how to search for souls?
"It's a pity that there is still too little information."
"Let's send Uncle Li's family to the city for shelter first. If someone really comes looking for us, I can be considered worthy of Li Hu's sacrifice."
Fang Chang made a decision.
"You guard this place for me. If anyone breaks through your interception, you will eat the spiritual bamboo for me!"
Although he and Li Hu devoured the purple-blooded snakes, they sold a lot of them.
But as the spiritual energy in the purple bamboo forest increased again, their strength also rose to a higher level.
If today's little Vajra was not embedded with spiritual stones, it would probably be besieged by an army of snakes until its mana was exhausted, and then it would be eroded by snake venom.
Unless a Qi refining monk fights alone, unless he is a genius monk like Li Hu, or has mastered high-level spiritual arts like him, the only way is to form a group.
But if you can really find it here, at least you are a foundation-building monk.
Fang Chang doesn't want to take risks.
He plucked all the spiritual fruits from the Purple Dragon Spiritual Bamboo, regardless of whether they were ripe or not, leaving no chance for the enemy to shoot them.
As for the spiritual bamboo, I was so frightened that I was reluctant to destroy it.
After all, it is still unknown whether the enemy is there, so he cannot scare himself, but he also gave orders to the Purple Blood King Snake.
Finally, Fang Chang took a longing look at the purple bamboo forest and left decisively.
His proficiency in inner magic tricks has reached a bottleneck, and it's time to cause some disasters for himself to increase his fortune.
He already had a guess in his mind.
If you continue to stay in the Purple Bamboo Forest, you will be safe, but Fu Yuan will probably remain stuck like this.
Because he lives in isolation and does not interact with anyone or anything.
Then it has nothing to do with him whether he is a blessing or a disaster, and his fortune will not change.
When it can no longer be stuck, these will burst out in waves.
Moreover, his good fortune was reduced because of the "Bo Xun Contemplation Method", and nine out of ten times later, he will also suffer disasters due to this.
Of course, this is just his guess.
After all, the art of identification does not care about identification.
But you have to try.
If he doesn't understand the rules, next time he encounters a treasure that he loves, he will take it or not.
…
Qianzhu County.
Fang Chang settled Uncle Li's family in the name of fun, and then stood alone in front of the gate of a quiet courtyard.
He knocked politely.
"anyone there?"
"Who?"
"I am Fang Chang."
The sounds inside suddenly stopped, and then there were footsteps.
The door creaked open, and a thin, unkempt middle-aged man opened the door.
"You haven't been here for a long time. If your guy hadn't come to buy my paper every month, I would have thought something happened to you."
Fang Chang nodded towards the man and said with a smile:
"Hello, Uncle Xia. I'm here this time. I have a few questions I'd like to ask."
