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Chapter three hundred and seventy-five

It is said that after Fang Yi drank the last tea given by the saint, he became drowsy and fell into a coma. The saint and Xiaopan saw him feeling regretful.

At this moment, Fang Yi's soul seemed to have fallen into a fairyland, feeling comfortable all over his body, as if it penetrated all his limbs and bones. Under this, Fang Yi's potential was once again stimulated.

"Uh~" Fang Yi woke up from his coma in a hazy state and looked around with half-closed eyes.

He was no longer in the Penglai Sanctuary, but the dusk setting in the west and the holes-riddled ground all told Fang Yi that he had returned to the nameless island.

"What is this?" Fang Yi leaned on his body and stood up with difficulty, as if he had been drunk and had a slight headache.

The conversation with the saint just now seemed like a big dream, but it was so unreal and illusory.

"Hey! You kid finally woke up!" Xiaopan's voice came from the side.

Fang Yi turned around and saw with his hazy eyes, it was the bored stone man squatting on the boulder.

At this time, Xiaopan seemed to be the same size as an ordinary person, actually about nine feet tall. Fang Yi, who had not yet woken up, looked stunned for a moment, wondering how unfathomable Xiaopan was now.

"You brat, you are so relaxed. After a long sleep, I am so exhausted that I have to carry you down!" Xiaopan said with a look of dissatisfaction on his lips.

It seems that after Fang Yi fell into coma, Xiaopan carried him down the mountain from the Shocking Sky Temple.

"Thank you so much, Xiaopan!" Fang Yi hurriedly thanked Xiaopan. Xiaopan was complaining here, and he was afraid that Fang Yi would criticize him.

However, after Fang Yi thanked him, Xiaopan stood up, walked towards Fang Yi, and slapped Fang Yi on the back of the head.

At this time, Fang Yi was complaining endlessly. Unexpectedly, Xiao Pan slapped him on the head without warning. At this moment, Fang Yi thought of the slaps Wu Youguo received from his second brother.

"Ouch! Xiaopan!" Fang Yi covered the back of his head, but his head couldn't bear the pain caused by the hard stone.

"You called me Xiaopan too? It's okay if the saint calls you. Who are you talking to, Xiaopan?" Xiaopan said with a serious face, as if he was teaching Fang Yi a lesson, and he just barely said, "Father is so big."

two.

"Yes, yes, yes! Xiaopan, I was wrong!" Fang Yi thought to himself, a good man will not suffer the immediate consequences, so he quickly said softly.

"Leave this Xiaopan Xiaopan alone!" Xiaopan saw that Fang Yi was still calling him Xiaopan, and then slapped him twice, almost knocking Fang Yi off.

"Do you want your venerable master to understand?" Xiaopan said to Fang Yi arrogantly, his expression was extremely happy, as if the long-buried grievances were vented at this moment.

"Yes, yes! Your Majesty!" Fang Yi suffered the loss of being mute twice in succession. This time he quickly changed his words and called him "Sir Xiaopan."

"That's a lot! Your Majesty, I feel comfortable listening to you!" Xiaopan was convinced by Fang Yi, and then he said comfortably.

Fang Yi couldn't help but feel so much pain in his heart at this moment. If he hadn't seen that the stone man had become a bit smaller and his strength had greatly increased, and he didn't want to let himself suffer and face him head-on, Fang Yi wouldn't have called the stone man Venerable.

"By the way, Your Majesty! I was in Zhentian Temple just now? I really want to have a chat with the saint!" Fang Yi asked Xiaopan at this time. Zhentian Temple and his party felt so unreal, which made Fang Yi

Not sure.

"Nonsense! If you don't talk to the saints at Zhentian Temple, could it be that you went down to the underworld to talk and laugh with the King of Hell?" Xiaopan couldn't help laughing when he saw that Fang Yi had asked such a retarded statement.

"Then why did I faint? Logically speaking, this is not right?" Fang Yi questioned himself, what happened when he fainted?

"Ahem! I said that you are just a country bumpkin. Did you drink all the Fusheng tea in one gulp? Do you think you drank your grandma's pearl milk tea?" Xiaopan Jianfangyi really doesn't know which pot to open.

Hu, if Fang Yi hadn't been in a coma, the saint wouldn't have let Xiao Pan carry Fang Yi down the mountain.

The mountain roads of Penglai Sanctuary all know that neither true energy nor mind energy can be used. This time, it was just a coolie dragging sacks, forcefully carrying Fang Yi down from Zhentian Temple.

"Fusheng tea?" Fang Yi wondered.

"There is no future for me, but I can drink tea in the right way! Even if I drink too much pearl milk tea and my stomach hurts, of course I have to sip the floating tea lightly. Isn't it just asking for sin if I drink it all in one gulp? Fortunately, I didn't sleep for ten days.

Baye, if you really let me see the corpse here, I will ask you for mortuary fees!" Xiaopan became more and more angry as he spoke, almost becoming hoarse.

"Uh~ What's this Fusheng Tea? Your Majesty hasn't said it yet?" Fang Yi couldn't help but ask when he saw that Xiao Pan had been praising the power of Fusheng Tea, but he didn't say what was so great from beginning to end.

"This Fusheng Tea is a farewell gift from the Saint. I want to talk to you for a while and then send you off the mountain. Fusheng Tea was originally created to explore the potential of practitioners. Its effect is no worse than that of enlightenment under the Bodhi tree.

How about you, duck soup, big belly, Peking duck?" Seeing Fang Yi ask this, Xiao Pan said happily again, not to mention Fang Yi, even Xiao Pan was envious of the Fusheng tea, Xiao Pan has never drank it so far

The Sage's Floating Tea.

"Peking roast duck?" This time it brought back Fang Yi's memories. It was crispy on the outside, tender on the inside, greasy and juicy, plus the small pancake rolled with green onions and cucumbers, dipped in sweet noodle sauce, it was so delicious that it couldn't help but flow out.

saliva.

"Are you thinking about eating shit? This is the Fusheng tea for once! Look at your drooling face, don't even think about drinking it again!" Xiaopan said jealously when he saw Fang Yi's stupid look.

"Ah? No! No! It's that Peking duck that reminds me of something! I wonder where did your venerable sir hear this name?" Fang Yi asked Xiaopan in a low voice.

"This? When I traveled around the world with the Saint, I ate it in other small worlds. It was really good, but the swollen belly made people uncomfortable!" Xiaopan asked, seeing Fang Yi, and answered truthfully.

"That's it! That's it!" When Fang Yi heard this explanation, he was really in a reverie.

"Okay! Okay! Get out of here when you wake up! It's preventing me from resting!" At this time, Xiaopan had already issued an expulsion order to Fang Yi, preventing Fang Yi from staying any longer.

"I haven't said goodbye to the saint yet?" Fang Yi listened to Xiaopan's expulsion order and didn't forget to say goodbye to the saint before leaving.

"Oh! By the way! The saint asked me to give you a message! You boy, practice well. Zhentian Guan has never had a fixed method of practice. They are all on the way to enlightenment. Only by sticking to your heart and realizing your own way can you

Maybe you will meet again after you reach a certain level of achievement!" Xiaopan said to Fang Yi with a serious look on his face.

"Okay, okay!" Fang Yi replied with a heavy nod. Of course, he still felt a little regretful for not saying goodbye to the saint in person.

"Then I'm leaving now?" Fang Yi said to Xiaopan, but there was still a trace of reluctance on his face.

"Go, go, go! Don't get in the way here!" Xiao Pan waved his hand, signaling Fang Yi to leave quickly.

"What! I'm really leaving? Does Your Majesty have anything to explain?" Fang Yi said, still rubbing his hands with a greedy look on his face, as if he was begging for something.

At this time, Fang Yi had gained courage. At least with the support of the saint, Xiao Pan should not be able to punch and kick Fang Yi.

"Huh?" Xiaopan saw Fang Yi's look and immediately knew what Fang Yi wanted to do, and a hint of unhappiness appeared on his face.

Just when Fang Yi wanted to continue begging, Xiaopan kicked Fang Yi in an instant.

"Hey! Your Majesty," Conang Yi turned into a meteor and flew away into the distance, his words still containing his reluctance to leave Xiao Pan.

"This brat is finally gone! Grandma! He's here to delay my sleep!" Xiao Pan ignored Fang Yi and cursed, but found a place aside and planned to fall asleep for a while.

"My little friend is gone?" Just as Xiaopan was lying down, a shadow suddenly appeared, it was the figure of the saint.

Xiaopan suddenly regained his energy, and in his dying illness, he sat up in shock and said to the saint: "Sage, why did you come down the mountain?"

At this time, the saint is just a projection, but reality is revealed in the illusion, and his gestures seem to be standing in the sky.

"It's okay! Look at my little friend! It seems that my little friend is still very lively after drinking the Fusheng tea!" The saint looked at the direction in which the meteor disappeared and stroked his beard. He seemed a little worried about Fang Yi.

"Don't worry, Saint! That kid is too cheap to be troubled by Yifushengcha!" Xiaopan cursed Fang Yi, but Fang Yi still admired him a little.

If an ordinary monk drank this Fu Sheng Tea in one gulp, he might not be able to get up for ten days and a half, but Fang Yi woke up from his sleep in less than a few hours.

This shows that he has great potential and there is still room for development. What he does next is entirely up to Fang Yi himself.

"Well! No one has come here in thousands of years since I saw this. It's rare to meet a little friend, but the conversation is interesting. Let's drink Fusheng tea and send him to the west! Hehehehe!" At this time, the saint said:

He said with a wicked smile.

Xiaopan, however, felt chills running down his spine. The saint's evil smile was really malicious, and at the same time, this lame poem made sense.

After drinking your Fusheng tea, Xiaopan kicked me and sent me to the west!

"What a poem! What a poem! The saint has never written a poem before or since. I'm afraid it will be an eternal song!" Xiaopan doesn't care what the saint says, just lick it anyway!

Licking the soft saint, maybe you can drink some Fusheng tea for yourself one day. At that time, you will make great progress in your cultivation, shed this spiritual stone body, realize the divine way of being, and become an invincible hand in the universe.

"Haha! That's good! I'm such a good old man! Not bad! Not bad! What about Xiaopan! Let's go out for a walk!" The saint was happy for a moment and said to Xiaopan.

"Ah? Go for a walk?" Xiaopan suddenly said with a depressed face.

With the reluctance on his face, Xiaopan planned to sleep here. The battle with Fang Yi consumed a lot of his strength and even a lot of essence.

Furthermore, the saint said that he was going out for a walk, because he was afraid that he would have to leave this world of cultivation. At that time, he couldn't get rid of the pretense, and he didn't know which small world he was going to. Maybe his small body really couldn't bear this purgatory.

"Well, venerable sir, Xiaopan's body is a little weak, and he was broken up by that brat.

Several times!" Xiaopan gave in at this time and said condescendingly to the saint.

"What?" The saint looked a little confused after hearing this.

"Look, saint!"

After saying that, Xiaopan raised his right hand, and immediately it fell off from his shoulder and turned into dust. Then, Xiaopan raised his energy, and the right hand condensed again.

"Sage, it's not that Xiaopan is unhappy, it's that his body really can't stand the stimulation!" Xiaopan said with an innocent look on his face.

"Hey! What are you pretending to be here with me? I'll leave as soon as I tell you!" The saint rolled up his sleeves, rolled up his sleeves, and involved Xiao Pan, turning into a stream of light and disappearing into the sky.

The scene changes and Fang Yi returns to your coast after being kicked away by Xiao Pan.

With a "pop" sound, it landed on the beach, knocking Fang Yi's brain to pieces.

"Ouch! This Xiaopan is really merciless!" Fang Yi rubbed his waist and said with a grimace.

"You're such a lucky kid! You're so lucky! You're so lucky! That's not right! Are you cheating?" The Shang Emperor's thoughts echoed in Fang Yi's ears, and Fang Yi could hear them.

It's easy to get confused.

"What's wrong? You're still talking here, my bones are about to fall apart!" Fang Yi complained to Emperor Shang.

"You know nothing! Are you lucky enough to be a child of a plane? Why did you drink the Fusheng Tea? It's like a dream! The saint is not a fake saint, right? Did he trick you into drinking poison?" Shang

The emperor said to Fang Yi, the disbelief revealed in his words.

"What's wrong?" Fang Yi still doesn't know what Fusheng Tea is for. It's not just to tap its potential. Anyway, he has slept for a while, but he hasn't seen any benefits.

"Hey! I got a glimpse of the ancient books I read in the past. At first I thought about Fusheng Tea. However, Fusheng Tea is only available to saints. Where can I find a saint in this world? It's me.

Despite all the efforts of the whole country, there is no trace of the saint!" Emperor Shang's words revealed a lot of helplessness.

"Is there any other way to say this?" Fang Yi said a little heartlessly when he saw Emperor Shang's extreme expression.

"Hey! Hurry up! Sit cross-legged and meditate! Let's not talk about anything else. At least it can help your Dao body take a further step!" Emperor Shang urged Fang Yi.

Fang Yi didn't care, he sat cross-legged on the spot, closed his eyes obviously, and guided the true energy in the Dantian to flow through the meridians.

When he was young, Fang Yi discovered that there were more or less nameless energies remaining in these meridians. It did not have a destructive effect on the meridians, but had a warming and nourishing effect on them.

After adjusting your breath for a long time, you can slowly open your eyes, and those few breaths have moistened into the meridians.

"This Fusheng Tea should have cured your deeper chronic illness and brought your thunder and fire into a deeper fusion!" Emperor Shang said to Fang Yi.

"Is there still such a thing? Why didn't I know that there was another hidden disease?" Fang Yi asked doubtfully at this time.

"This hidden disease is really small. In fact, no one is perfect. There must be diseases, but they can be big or small. Generally, it is not a problem, but this Fusheng Tea allows you to go one step further and become perfect!" Emperor Shang!

Fang Yi listened to these envious words.

"Really, this way you will really achieve the Path of Immortality!"

"That's it! Thank you so much, Saint!" Fang Yi said pretending to be stupid.

Emperor Shang felt like scolding Fang Yi. It was obvious that he had gained an advantage and acted like a good boy. He almost lost his temper in the Hidden Holy Ring.

Fang Yi bowed in the direction of the holy place where the saint was, with a pious look on his face.

"Huh?" Fang Yi looked up and found that the mysterious light in the distance disappeared, and there was no longer any guidance on the location of the sanctuary.

"The Saint is gone?" Fang Yi muttered to himself.

"The fate has ended for the time being! I'm afraid it will continue again in the future!" Emperor Shang said to Fang Yi after hearing this.

"Don't you still have something to do? The war in Wu is far from over, how long do you want to stay here!" Emperor Shang reminded him quickly when he saw that Fang Yi was still standing here stupidly.

Fang Yi was reminded by Emperor Shang, and then he reacted, but looking at the sea, he didn't know where he was heading, or where he was, or how to get back to the Great Xia Empire.

There is really no place to go here, no shop at all, and no direction.

"Where should we go? What should we do if we get lost in this vast sea?" Fang Yi stopped and lingered, unsure of what to do.

"What else can we do? Go back and forth from where you are. Just go with the flow or go upstream!" Seeing Fang Yi's bewildered look, Emperor Shang could only say this.

"This can only be like this!" Fang Yi saw this, but found that this can only be like this.

Two fingers caressed the hilt of the long sword, and luck came out, and the long sword floated at Fang Yi's feet.

"Let's go!" Fang Yi stepped on the sword with a trace of reluctance, pointed his two fingers into the distance, and disappeared into a stream of light on the unknown island.

Since Fang Yi left, this nameless island has disappeared into the vast sea, fearing that no one will see it again.


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