Chapter 81 You deserve the best wine in the world

ghost!

Fang Che had a black line.

You clearly stated that nothing happened just now.

He kept blowing his beard and staring at me to cause trouble for me to teach.

It's better now.

He actually slaps a ghost.

"But you said just now that there was no..." Fang Che felt a little aggrieved.

"Nonsense, can humans and monsters be the same?"

The old man said angrily: "Aren't you messing around? Besides, there are not many monsters, and you may not be able to see one for hundreds of thousands of years."

"Well."

The old man snorted and said, "Let me tell you, man is the first spiritual object between heaven and earth. Do you understand? The soul and body are integrated into one, and if it exists, it will have everything, and if it dies, it will have nothing. The so-called soul power, after the death of a high-level cultivator, may the divine body be seen for a short time, but it will never exist for a long time."

"It's like a ray of wind between heaven and earth. After imprisoning the space, the ray of wind that blows through the space you imprisoned is naturally imprisoned by you. But is that still the wind?"

The old man said, "Do you understand if you say this?"

"Understood."

"After a person dies, the soul turns into a force or aura and melts between heaven and earth. There are some soul powers. When this person dies, there are mass graves or Tongyouquan nearby with heavy yin energy, they will depend on the situation of a pure force field, but they will never be conscious."

"And the best nourishment of this kind of monster spirit is these force fields, or auras."

"Simply put, it is because there are too many dead people or spirit beasts and monsters in these places that lead to strong soul power, or when contacting the holes of some forbidden lands underground, they can exude power similar to ghosts, so that these individual spirits can absorb nutrients, thus exist and grow."

"But this situation is too rare. There may not be one in ten thousand years. It must be a monster, must reach a certain level, and must die very coincidentally. There is such a place near the place, and then it must escape without any damage. Then it cannot be a small mass grave, and it will be absorbed in a few days..."

"It's hard to come by!"

Fang Che nodded silently.

The Golden Horned Dragon Spirit Soul is so valuable?

This is something I never thought of in my past and present lives.

"but……"

The old man looked a little embarrassed and coughed twice, saying, "The saying that the soul I told you before is not only existed, but is limited to the level of the Lord... As for the above, the sacred level, will exist? This... I don't know. I personally think that it does not exist, but don't be misled by me and think that it is completely unattainable."

Fang Che's mouth twitched: What you said...

"Because this monster spirit is actually just a legend, but it's more than human legends... I didn't expect it to be true!"

The old man became more and more excited as he spoke, and he grabbed Fang Che: "Where did you find it? Where? Take me to see it! This kind of thing is a ghost, what's so bad... After so many years, who has really seen a ghost? I'm very interested!"

“…”

Fang Che was a little dizzy and raised his hand and said, "Teacher, please wait... Although I have seen this thing, I can't tell you."

"That's right, I won't tell you if it's."

The old man understood it very well and said, "So you are looking for that kind of martial arts for this spiritual soul?"

"Yes. That kind of exercise..."

"No!"

The old man and the old god are here.

“…”

Fang Che almost vomited blood.

I'm so inexperienced, I didn't say anything at the end.

"It's impossible!"

The old man said: "I can tell you with certainty that there is no place in the world."

"Why?"

"Why? Are you a warrior? Do you still have the face to ask why? Can living people create that kind of martial art? It's just a bastard! They've all died and become ghosts, so do you still have to write a book for you?"

The old man lit up Fang Che's head and tried very hard: "Are you pretending to be shit in this?"

Fang Che murmured: "That legendary ghost cultivator..."

"You still know it's a legend!"

The old man blows his beard: "How many legends are true!"

Fang Che was trained obediently and asked humbly: "How should this kind of thing be improved?"

"No need, just find a few more mass graves and places like Tongyouquan, and they can grow stronger by themselves."

The old man looked at him with a strange look and said, "You have come into contact with the soul of this monster and are here to find martial arts again. Have you conquered?"

"No."

Fang Che said: "If I conquer me, I won't be here."

"I don't think you have that ability either. This kind of ghost can survive where it grows. If you take it out, it will dissipate under the scorching sun in less than two days."

The old man curled his lips and said, "Unless you have a divine weapon that can keep it alive. Every night, let it go out to find a funeral place to absorb it, otherwise there is no possibility."

"Why!"

Fang Che looked sad: "Who said no? If I had divine weapons, how could I find such an illusory technique?"

"hey-hey."

The old man pondered for a long time and said, "If you are really sure to take it for yourself, I can suggest you go to a place to try your luck."

“Where?”

The old man frowned and thought, then said, "A jar of ten pounds, an iron-blooded platform of more than twenty years, isn't it too much for two jars?"

"Not too much."

The old man hesitated again.

After a while, he couldn't take any attention and murmured to himself: "You can find that thing and that thing is willing to go with you. This is an opportunity... And this opportunity can be encountered but hard to come by. Generally, people who encounter this opportunity are people with great luck..."

He muttered: "Opportunity is an opportunity and also a risk. It depends on your luck and whether you can withstand your risks. Is that what it means?"

Fang Che didn't know what he was thinking about, so he could only wait.

After a while, the old man spoke with a heavy heart: "I can tell you, but you have to promise me that if you are not sure, don't go. If you want to go, you must go when everything goes well and you have reached the point where your wishes come true."

"Because that time is when your own luck is the strongest, you can often turn bad luck into good fortune and bring good fortune when you encounter disaster."

The old man said seriously: "Don't laugh! This is not superstition or absurdity. It is a fact!"

Fang Che: I didn't laugh...

"That place is in the Forest of All Spirits. There is a low mountain called the Golden Peak Mountain near the center point. It is easy to find. From a distance, the entire top of the mountain is of gold, shining and shining. When you get closer, it becomes ordinary."

"Divine metal, at most nearby."

"Because of that mountain, the entire mountain is a magnetic field of heaven and earth. Any stones flying outside the sky fall, they basically fall there; there are several such places on the mainland, but the closest one is there."

"So every year, many cloud-based strong men on the weapon list go shopping. If you are lucky, you can encounter divine metal."

"But there is a dangerous place. If you don't have the strength in the past, you will easily die from a life of misfortune. Therefore, in that kind of place, our Baiyun Martial Arts Academy can only lead the team and gather experts at some point."

“But every time I get nothing.”

"And I... encountered bad luck when I went there... I can only read books in this classic room from now on."

The old man's voice was a little desolate.

Fang Che's heart was shocked.

How serious is it to encounter such a team of experts? Since they have encountered such bad luck, Baiyun Martial Arts Academy has never heard of huge reductions in staff.

Then... someone must have resisted it. Who resisted it?

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel trembling.

It seems that this old man was also a sensible figure before.

"The place tells you whether you will go or not, when will you go, and discuss with your teacher. You don't have to give me the wine now, and it's not too late to give me it when you come back."

"You go."

The old man had infinite loneliness on his face, and there were memories in his eyes.

It seems to be remembering the storm and times of that year.

That kind of remembrance and decadence.

"Let's go, why haven't you left yet?"

The old man suddenly started to curse.
To be continued...