Gou Dao Changsheng: Starting from the Reincarnation of a Demon Cultivator

Chapter 212: Meeting Again, Things Have Changed

"King Ye!"

Looking at the trembling disciples in the garden, Yan Youtai called out softly.

The white-robed monk who had been waiting for a long time hurriedly ran to Yan Youtai, knelt on the ground and saluted respectfully.

"Disciple Wang has also met Master."

"Well, the sound transmission was done well this time, and it was also helpful to me as a teacher."

Yan Youtai slapped his storage bag, and a one-foot-sized piece of yellow dragon jade appeared in front of him.

He used his finger as a pen, and the green wood spiritual light flickered at his fingertips. In just a few breaths, he carved a visiting card on the Huanglong Jade, a quasi-second-level spiritual material.

"Take my visiting card and go to Yuping Peak to make an appointment with Pharmacist Fang. I will visit him in three days.

Well, you have done a great job this time, so I will give you this bottle of top-grade Purple Wood Pill."

After saying that, he threw down a jade bottle engraved with the words "Purple Wood".

"Yes, Disciple Wang also obeys the order and thanks Master for the reward."

Wang Ye extended his hand respectfully to accept the invitation, then retreated on his knees. He did not dare to stand up until he had left the courtyard.

Touching the jade bottle in his arms, he saw faint whip marks under his white robe.

He beamed.

"Master, you are so generous. It's worth the torture I endured..."

This bottle of purple wood pill is a first-grade, top-grade elixir, most suitable for cultivators with wood spiritual roots to improve their magic power.

With the help of this elixir, he was sure that he could break through to the seventh level of Qi training in a month at most.

As he broke through to the high level of Qi training at the age of less than 40, he could also call himself a foundation-building seed.

He has a solid backing and is generous, which is why although Yan Youtai has a violent personality, there are still cultivators who want to join Tianji Peak.

Even though he was often bullied, he had fought hard for the status of disciple.

A beam of light rushed out from Tianji Peak.

Wang Ye stepped on the flying sword. Thinking of the scene of Fang Yi preaching in Qianzhi Garden, his eyes were filled with longing.

"Master, with a mid-level foundation, I don't have any delusions, but for Uncle Fang, with a low-level foundation, I always have hope."

Yuping Peak.

In Fuguangyuan stands a three-story ancient building with red walls and yellow tiles, which is dazzling, with carved beams and painted buildings, and high eaves.

The backyard has white jade poles, bluestone paving, and swaying lotus trees.

Three monks sat in the stone pavilion.

Fang Yi looked at the somewhat reserved Li Qingsong and the gray-haired but open-minded Fan Dacheng, and sighed slightly in his heart.

Li Qingsong was fine, although the two had some interactions, their friendship was just ordinary after all.

This Fan Dacheng is his good friend in this life, whom he has known since childhood. Although they have taken different paths since then, they have many connections, so Fang Yi still has some interests in him.

Now he practices the "Add Oil to Light the Lamp Method", and all the essence, blood, and vital energy in his body turn into lamp oil to help his cultivation.

Although his cultivation had reached the ninth level of Qi training, his Qi and blood were exhausted, and his life span was at most eight or nine years.

If you cannot break through the foundation, you will turn into dry bones.

I don’t know how many more times we can get together.

"Dacheng, Junior Brother Li, it's been a long time since we last met."

Fang Yi clapped his hands.

Narcissus, rose, magnolia, lily, eight maids holding jade trays in their hands.

The plate was filled with various spiritual dishes cooked by the spiritual chef of Yuping Peak. The lotus steps moved lightly and slowly as she came over.

Looking at the increasingly reserved Li Qingsong, Fang Yi shook his head, holding a pair of jade chopsticks in his hand.

"Come, don't be polite, let's try the cooking skills of the Yuping Peak chef."

"Thank you, Brother Fang!"

Li Qingsong smiled awkwardly, half-lifted his butt, and sat down on the stone bench. He picked up the jade chopsticks and took a few bites carefully.

When Fang Yi saw this, he knew that he must have come here to ask for something.

On the contrary, Fan Dacheng, although half of his black hair had turned white, was still very generous and had the temperament of a great hero.

He stretched out his big hand, picked up a piece of spiritual mutton from the jade plate, and ate it with relish along with the spiritual wine on the table.

After three rounds of wine and five dishes, seeing that Li Qingsong wanted to say something but hesitated several times, Fang Yi waved away the maid who was watching on the side.

"Junior Brother Li, you are now in charge of Duobao Pavilion, and you are also a cultivator at the seventh level of Qi training.

We've known each other for thirty years now, so if you have something to say, speak frankly. There's no need to be so timid."

Li Qingsong was nervous and spoke after a while.

"Brother Fang, Junior Brother Yuying and I previously had a descendant with mid-grade spiritual roots, named Zhou Xingchun. He has now passed the sect's major examination and is now an outer sect cultivator.

Now I want to get a job under my senior brother."

Li Qingsong originally wanted Fang Yi to accept Zhou Xingchun as his disciple, even if it was just a nominal disciple.

But the presence of this cultivator at the foundation-building ceremony was like a gourd of cold spring water poured over his head, waking him up.

My brother Fang Dao is different now than before, but he is not someone I can reach.

If Zhou Xingchun had only top-grade spiritual roots, he would naturally dare to speak up, but with only mid-grade spiritual roots, he was far behind.

In this case, Li Qingsong decided to establish a relationship with Yuping Peak first.

The journey of spiritual practice is long and arduous.

Fang Yi raised his brows slightly.

If Li Qingsong wanted his own son to become his disciple, he would definitely not agree.

The path of immortality values ​​privacy. Unless the disciple has outstanding qualifications and a good character, it will be a big trouble.

And based on my current cultivation level, my lifespan is 360 years.

When recruiting disciples, one should choose cultivators who have no backing and no background, only cultivators with outstanding qualifications, so that they can serve him well.

It was just a job at Yuping Peak, a piece of cake, so he didn't care too much about it.

Moreover, once this matter becomes known, it can also solidify one's image as a kind and loyal person.

The most important thing in the path of spiritual medicine is reputation.

There are countless miraculous skills and methods, as well as insidious laws and prohibitions in the world of cultivating immortals.

If he had a bad reputation, no monks would come to him for treatment. It was a win-win situation.

As for whether the reputation will spread?
Fang Yi glanced at Li Qingsong, who seemed a little uneasy. Given Li Qingsong's personality, and with a Foundation Establishment Master as his backer, he would naturally spread the word. "Junior Brother Li, this is a simple matter."

Fang Yi took out a jade slip from his arms.

His spiritual consciousness quickly recorded the information in it. After a few breaths, he handed the jade slip to Li Qingsong as he watched him eagerly.

"Junior Brother Li, take this jade slip of mine and go to Chixia Court to meet Elder Wu.

Mr. Wu is in charge of the important affairs of Yuping Peak, so he will give me some face."

"Thank you, Senior Brother Fang. I'm here on behalf of my family, Xingchun. Thank you for your care!"

Looking at Li Qingsong, whose face was flushed and who was somewhat at a loss, Fang Yi called a maid.

"Yulan, take Junior Brother Li to Chixia Courtyard.

Talk to Mr. Wu and have him arrange for Zhou Xingchun to get a better job at Yuping Peak."

The maid in a goose yellow dress bowed.

“As the young master ordered.

Mr. Li, please follow me."

"Thank you, Miss Magnolia."

After Li Qingsong thanked Fang Yi again and again, he became impatient and followed Yulan to Chixiayuan to ask for an audience with Mr. Wu.

After seeing Li Qingsong leave, Fan Dacheng also put down the jade chopsticks, took out a piece of silk cloth from his arms, and wiped the oil stains from his mouth.

He then took out a jade box from his storage bag.

"Brother Fang, this is a gift for you. Congratulations to you, Brother Fang, forging your foundation. I hope you will have an everlasting path to immortality from now on."

Fang Yi looked at the branch of winter plum in the jade box with some surprise in his eyes.

"First-class top-grade spiritual material; bitter cold plum?
There is no need to do this for Dacheng. You have already given this gift at the Foundation Establishment Ceremony, so there is no need to give it again.

Besides, your life is almost over, so you can leave this treasure and exchange it for some spiritual objects that can prolong your life."

Fan Dacheng was quite stubborn and threw the jade box into Fang Yi's arms.

"The Foundation Establishment Ceremony is a Foundation Establishment Ceremony, and this spiritual object is the private friendship between you and me.

Don't worry, Brother Fang. First-level life-extending spiritual objects are rare, but I have also swallowed first-level life-extending pills.

Without that magical elixir, even if I practice the monk's "Adding Oil to Light the Lamp Method," I will still be at least seven or eight years away from my death."

Fang Yi sighed slightly. His advancement had forged a superior Taoist foundation, and his spiritual awareness had reached a new level. Fan Dacheng was completely defenseless against him.

He naturally knew that his words and actions were different from Li Qingsong's distracting thoughts.

Fan Dacheng is sincere and has no utilitarian intentions at all. He sincerely congratulates you on your great progress in cultivation.

The path of immortality values ​​privacy. After practicing for hundreds of years in two lifetimes, he hasn't met such a cultivator for a long time.

Recalling the time when their memories had not yet awakened, the two of them were begging for food in the secular world together.

Fang Yi sighed slightly and put the jade box away.

"Thank you so much, Dacheng."

When Fan Dacheng saw the gift being put away, he smiled heartily.

"That's right, hehe, if Brother Fang feels bad about it, you can give me a gift as a congratulatory gift after I have forged my Dao foundation."

Fang Yi shook his head.

Building a foundation? How difficult it is for an outer sect disciple.

Less than half an hour later.

Fan Dacheng burped and his tone was a little dazed.

"Brother Fang, in the blink of an eye, you and I are both over fifty years old. In the secular world, we are both grandfathers of several children.

I don’t know whether my path of cultivation is right or wrong.”

Fang Yi glanced at Fan Dacheng, who was still rubbing the ground with his boots despite being half drunk, and curled his lips.

"Stop pretending, just speak your mind.

Dacheng, ever since we met, you always like to poke the ground with the soles of your feet when you are nervous.

There are no restrictions on my stone pavilion. With your current level of cultivation of the Golden Muscle and Jade Bone Dao, if you continue to poke it, you will have to compensate me with spirit stones."

"Hehe~Brother Fang still understands me."

Fan Dacheng once again took out a green soul-sealing jade box from his arms. On the jade box were three top-grade talismans for sealing the soul, locking the qi, and binding the source.

"Brother Fang, take a look. How much is this spiritual object worth?"

"A quasi-second-level soul-sealing box?" Fang Yi said with certainty. "It seems that Dacheng, you also have an opportunity..."

The magic power in his hand surged and a green light rolled up, and three high-grade talismans, one for sealing the soul, the other for locking the qi, and the other for binding the source, spontaneously combusted without wind.

click

click

The jade box was slowly pushed open, and a rich scent of grass and wood emanated from the box.

Looking at the dark wood seeds lying in the box.

Even though Fang Yi was knowledgeable and experienced, his heart still skipped a beat.

click

Fang Yi quickly closed the jade box without changing his expression.

Immediately, the spiritual consciousness of the foundation-building period swept across, covering the entire Fuguang Courtyard, and saw that no one was spying here.

One of them patted the pet bag and gave an order.

"Seven Commandments, Small Maze"

A topaz-colored spiritual light emerged from the spirit pet bag and transformed into a small silver-white beast.

Rays of black and white spiritual light shot out from its mouth.

Swish!
The battle flags were suspended around the stone pavilion, and surging mist gushed out from the flags.

The fog is connected, and the colors are blurred.

In just a few breaths, this mid-grade small maze array was set up by Qijie.

Looking at the small space of the formation that was vaguely taking shape, Fang Yi's eyes were sharp.

"Dacheng, do you know what is in this soul-sealing box?"

(End of this chapter)