As the handwriting changed, a large number of memories flooded into Zhang Rongfang's mind.
He closed his eyes and vaguely saw that he had been refining various basic elixirs for three years.
The elixirs and formulas he refined were all basic formulas that he had seen and learned during these years.
One pot, one stove.
In the beginning, his failure rate was extremely high, but as the number of attempts increased, the time became longer.
His success rate slowly began to increase and become higher.
'Sure enough...it really happened...' Zhang Rongfang was delighted.
It is completely confirmed that the attribute column is not just focused on martial arts. Other skills are also suitable.
'My trap failed to show options at the beginning. It's probably because I only learned one trap technique and didn't understand the principles. My understanding was not complete and comprehensive enough.'
After confirming that the attribute points have a wider range of uses, Zhang Rongfang's eyes darkened.
'In this way...traps, medical skills, mechanisms, etc. can all be activated in case of emergencies.'
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Late at night.
Between Yangshuo City and Tianbao Palace, there is a large woodland.
Groups of bandits from Futu Mountain, under the orders of Monk Hongyan, disguised themselves as ordinary people, and gathered together to prepare with stacks of identity information copied with money.
There were sixteen people in the group.
The leader was named Zheng Jiaquan, and he had been following Monk Hongyan for a long time.
"Are you all ready?" Zheng Jiaquan was wearing a large and small snakeskin bag, which was full of notes and stickers copied in advance.
"Master, are we...really going to go up there and scatter?" Zhang Huisheng, the second master's jade-hand scholar, asked in a low voice, with some worry on his face.
"Of course it's true. If you just rush up and throw it away, what are you afraid of?" Zheng Jiaquan said impatiently.
Zhang Ying's identity was first exposed so that he could no longer hide and was expelled from the Taoist Sect.
If it is unsuccessful, induce it from within and lead it out.
This is the entire plan of Mount Futu.
Within a month, if it doesn’t work, it will be withdrawn.
"Let's go, let's be afraid! The reward will be doubled if we go!" Zheng Jiaquan shouted.
A group of people instigated for a long time before quietly walking along the mountain and approaching Tianbao Palace.
Some people first took out the notices they were going to put up. These were intended to be posted on the tree trunks on both sides of the official road near Tianbao Palace.
"who!?"
Before they were even a hundred meters away, a group of Taoist armored warriors patrolling with lanterns quickly approached this direction.
"Hurry up!!"
Zheng Jiaquan kept urging.
The five men immediately sped up and took the copybook and pasted it on the tree trunk by the roadside.
call!!
Suddenly there was a scream.
With a pop, a high-speed rotating machete struck hard on the back of a bandit who had posted a copybook.
The blood surged very high.
The bandit howled miserably and turned around to run away, but it was too late.
He didn't run a few steps before he fell to the ground, unable to move.
Soon, several more rotating machetes flew in, severely hitting the remaining bandits.
Zheng Jiaquan was stunned, looking at the scene in front of him, it was so exaggerated that he could not believe it.
They... they just came over and posted a few pieces of paper...
Do you want to be that exaggerated??
Zheng Jiaquan couldn't understand it at all.
"Beat these guys from the Tiansuo Cult to death!" I heard the leader on the opposite side yell angrily. "I've come here twice, and you dare to come a third time, you're looking for death!!"
The bandits fell to the ground one after another, basically all of them attacked them in one encounter.
There is no resistance.
The stickers in their hands were also splattered with blood and stained red, making it difficult to see the words clearly.
Zheng Jiaquan didn't care much at all, turned around and ran away. He didn't even care about the stickers and notes on his body, so he dropped them and ran away.
After this group of people finished running.
The few masters who had just been chasing them quickly returned to their original place, picked up all the scattered notes and stickers on the ground, gathered them together, and burned them directly.
The leader had a ponytail, long brown hair hanging down behind him, and a very tall figure.
He picked up a piece of paper and read it.
'The true identity of Zhang Ying from the Great Dao Sect is actually the Spirit Envoy of the Golden Wing Tower of the East Sect. His purpose is to sneak into the Great Dao Sect and drag the entire Tianbao Palace into the battle between the Eastern Sect and the Western Sect!'
"Well, the content is well written, but unfortunately... we can't do anything against the masters of Xizong, but you guys can still solve this problem easily." He shook his head and waved his hand.
"Brothers, withdraw."
A group of people responded, quickly cleaned up the mess, and quickly left the forest.
From the beginning to the end, no one knew their true identities or why they pretended to be Taoist cultists.
After a while, several figures were attracted by the sound and rushed to the woodland, but except for large blood stains on corpses, nothing else was found.
"Is it another east sect and west sect fighting each other?" someone asked in a low voice.
"Probably, but this time they are all at the bottom and there is nothing to see." Another person replied.
"Then don't worry about it. Our position is neutral and impartial. As long as it doesn't affect us, we don't care about anything else."
"Understood!"
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Most.
In a secret basement that no one has discovered.
"Golden elixir stage... I really didn't expect that... that little guy actually reached the golden elixir stage."
A woman with a stiff face, dressed in plain white, with a gold belt around her waist, admired the miniature wooden model of the entire metropolis in front of her with her hands behind her hands.
The model has towers and pavilions criss-crossing each other. Some places are gorgeous and prosperous, while others are poor and simple.
Except for the part of the palace that is empty, the rest of the place is quite complete.
Opposite the woman, a woman with the same stiff face and a smaller stature raised her head and let out a sigh.
"He lied to me."
"What are you lying to?" the woman with the gold belt asked doubtfully.
"Lied to me that he was nineteen years old." The petite woman replied.
"Isn't he twenty-six?" The woman with the golden belt was surprised.
"The information has just been changed to thirty-five." The petite woman continued.
"..."
"...."
"Then how old is this kid?!" The woman with the gold belt was speechless.
"Nine-level martial arts, golden elixir of literary skills, he is not the core of the great sect's concentrated resources to cultivate masters. His age of thirty-five should be true. The rest of his identity is probably fake." The petite woman answered.
"This is amazing. I can't even touch my bones..." The gold-belted woman sighed, "No wonder you value him so much and even arranged a retreat through the induction door."
She paused. "However, based on this alone, the thirty-five-year-old Jin Dan is not enough for the Taoist Sect to protect him. Ninth Grade or something has no meaning to that sect."
"It doesn't matter, I'll arrange for someone to handle it. Once this period of time passes, everything will be fine.
And...I'm about to enter the extreme state...If I don't settle down well, I will forget all this by then." The petite woman said softly.
For a moment, neither of them spoke.
In the extreme, it is a road of no return.
Especially for that type of extreme realm, once you enter it, you will only remember one goal.
"Tongzhang...why...why don't you bow your head?" The woman with a golden belt suddenly said in a deep voice.
The goddess Tongzhang stretched out her hands and crossed them in front of her body, stroking them gently with her fingers.
"Many reasons."
She smiled.
"There are my own and others'..."
"Actually, the extreme realm is far from being as strong as imagined... It's still flesh and blood, and it's still powerless." The woman with the gold belt said softly.
"..." Tongzhang didn't speak any more. He lowered his head and stretched out his hand, and lightly traced the streets of Dadu with his index finger.
In this world, there are always some people who don’t want to be dogs and don’t want to bow their heads forever.
She is like this, and so is that person.
Everyone believes that it is impossible for humans to defeat them with flesh and blood.
But she didn't believe it.
Some things, if you don't give them a try, you will never see hope.
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Tianbao Palace.
In the Minghe Neigong within the Sandaodao Palace.
Fang Zhiyun sat in front of many pilgrims and disciples, wearing a gorgeous Taoist robe, holding a stone scripture book, and constantly recited passages of the Sutra of Transit of Life.
This scripture is mainly used to reverse fortune and make people become more lucky.
The duration is said to be within two days.
Of course, the cowhide has been blown out, so I don’t know if it really has any transport function.
Anyway, as the palace master, Fang Zhiyun himself didn’t know whether he had changed or not, he just thought about it.
In the entire Minghe Inner Palace, there were hundreds of people sitting cross-legged and chanting together.
The dozen or so people sitting in the center were all spiritual nobles from the capital and important representatives of various forces.
Everyone is here for the transfer.
Many people were originally under great psychological pressure, but under the influence of the scriptures, they gradually stabilized.
As time passed, slowly, more than ten minutes passed, and the chanting of the sutra was completed.
The Taoist boys around also began to clean up the miscellaneous matters of the ceremony.
Palace Master Fang Zhiyun finished the ceremony, picked up the fly whisk and said goodbye to the distinguished guests who got up one by one.
As the pilgrims left one by one, the incense box on the right was filled again.
Soon, the pilgrims left one after another.
In the end, there was only one long-haired woman wearing goose-yellow long sleeves and trousers, with a maid beside her, quietly waiting for the others to leave.
Fang Zhiyun also saw that the other party had something to say, and immediately signaled the other party to wait.
After changing his clothes and washing up, he returned to the main hall.
"Is there something wrong with this layman?"
Among the three palace masters of Tianbao Palace, Fang Zhiyun is the one with the mildest temper, but he is also the one whom Master Yue Dewen respects and trusts the most.
The yellow-haired woman smiled and said: "My master ordered me to come and ask the palace master. Do the favors I received at the Lihen Hall still count?"
The kind smile on Fang Zhiyun's face disappeared instantly, he paused in shock, and then he smiled bitterly.
"Of course. Please tell me."
"It seems that the palace master guessed that we would come?" the woman in yellow said with a smile.
"It would be weird if you didn't come at such a critical time." Fang Zhiyun shook his head. "Go ahead, I'll do my best."
"This man." The woman in yellow gently handed over a scroll of paper, "My master hopes that you will protect him and prevent him from leaving Tianbao Palace and getting involved in the vortex in front of you."
Fang Zhiyun looked around, and the Taoist priests guarding him suddenly turned their heads and turned their backs to this side.
Only then did he reach out and take the scroll, slowly unfolding it.
On the scroll, there is a clear line written: Zhang Ying, thirty-five years old, golden elixir level in literary skills, ninth level in martial arts, Wushan Spirit Envoy of the Golden Wing Tower....
There is a series of related experiences, martial arts methods, etc. that follow.
Fang Zhiyun frowned at first, but then he saw that in the martial arts column, he was clearly the spiritual envoy of the Golden Wing Tower, but actually there were all Taoist methods on it.
His eyes suddenly became strange.
"Where is his Golden Roc Secret Record?"
"I haven't practiced." The woman in yellow was also speechless, "Okay, I have brought you the words. Your teaching may have some objections to him, but I still ask the palace master to make a final decision."
"With such qualifications... don't worry, I will voice my support." Fang Zhiyun nodded seriously.
The thirty-five-year-old Jindan stage, although already over thirty, has good qualifications. He is in a somewhat embarrassing position among the younger generation in Tianbao Palace.
Fang Zhiyun knew very well that although this person's qualifications were excellent.
But not to the point where he could offend Xizong and other forces for his sake.
If Zhang Ying's true identity is revealed, then there will definitely be people in the palace who feel that just because he is Zhang Ying, he has provoked terrorist forces such as Xizong and the Induction Sect.
Not worth it.
However, since the goddess is using the past favor as a stake, he has to try his best no matter what.