Fang Ling pushed the door and saw a little girl wearing a small red dress who looked only six or seven years old, turning her head to look at him: "Uncle, who are you looking for?"

This little girl's eyes are clearly black and white, which makes people feel pity. Fang Ling smiled lightly. As soon as she was about to speak, the woman in white ran over in panic, grabbed the little girl, respectfully saluting Fang Ling: "Gours to uncle, this is my daughter Xiaotong, I am only six years old now and I am not sensible." As she spoke, she grabbed Xiaotong and knelt down to Fang Ling and said, "Kowtow to Uncle Fang now!"

Fang Ling looked at the little girl with a confused look on her face, waved her hand gently and lifted the girl up and said, "You don't have to be polite. I heard that Xiaotong was carrying something very good. What was she carrying?"

The woman in white did not doubt that there was him and whispered: "That was a book collected by the little woman's deceased husband's house, called Qingyuji. The little woman saw this thing catchy and asked the child to play with her back."

"Oh, there's this thing, you carry it and I'll listen to it." Fang Ling's expression was calm, but his spiritual sense had already enveloped the woman. As long as the woman lies a little, she could not hide Fang Ling's spiritual sense sensing.

The woman didn't hesitate at all, so she let Xiaotong carry her back. Xiaotong's voice was crisp and heard in people's ears, just like the sound of nature. However, Fang Ling had no intention of paying attention to these things at this time, and he slowly remembered the content of the Qingyu Collection in his heart.

"...for..." Just when Fang Ling was fascinated by the sound of the sound, Xiaotong's voice stopped. She scratched her hair and said to her mother embarrassedly: "Mom, I can't remember the rest!"

If Fang Ling hadn't been sure that these two of them were ordinary people, and when they were shrouded in their spiritual sense, there was no abnormal movement, Fang Ling would have to use the soul-drawing* to check it out.

"Xiaotong. Think about it quickly and see if you can remember it." The woman's voice was still soft, but her expression was a little anxious.

After all, at this time, Fang Ling was in charge of their life and death. If Fang Ling blamed them for this, he would probably have even worse consequences if he escaped from this sea of ​​fire.

"Mom, I really can't remember it." Xiaotong burst into tears as she spoke, and her two white arms rubbed their eyes randomly.

The woman obviously felt sorry for her daughter, but she still asked in a low voice. Seeing this, Fang Ling knew that it would be useless to continue to ask like this. He waved his hand and said, "Forget it, I just heard that the child has memorized well. Then he asked, you don't have to make things difficult for the child."

After hearing Fang Ling say this, the woman breathed a sigh of relief. Fang Ling was about to enter the house, but the Qingyuji asked him to stand outside the yard and talk to the woman. During the conversation, Fang Ling knew that the woman's name was Jiang Qingyue, and her family lived in Yuling County, 500 miles away. The reason why she was caught by the bandits this time was because she took her daughter back home to visit her sick father. As for her husband, her surname was Cheng, she seemed to be a scholar in the public school. It was a pity that she died of tuberculosis five years ago.

Through these questions, Fang Ling knew that Qingyuji had always been in the woman's house, but the woman's family had always regarded Qingyuji as an ordinary book and just kept it.

Qingyuji is still there, that's great. Fang Ling, who was happy, comforted her mother and daughter, comforted her a few words and told them that it was getting late today and she would personally escort her mother and daughter home tomorrow.

The woman was so happy to hear this. Fang Ling no longer paid attention to the gratitude of the mother and daughter. He stepped back to the room and began to quietly think about the Qingyu Collection that the child recited.

This green jade collection is just a poem, but in the eyes of practitioners like Fang Ling, this is a qi training tip. Xiaotong only recites half of it, but when he sees a leaf, he knows the whole picture. Fang Ling himself judges that this Qingyu collection is not a powerful cultivation tip.

If an ordinary person practices according to the content of Qingyuji and can break through the seventh level of Qi training, he is probably an extraordinary person. No matter how good the Qingyuji is, at least he is useful to him now.

After participating in the performance for more than an hour, Fang Ling showed a smile on his face. He had basically figured out the half of the incomplete Qingyuji. He vaguely felt that practicing according to this Qingyuji could not only allow him to remove the alien aura in his body, but also likely to integrate this aura into the true essence he had cultivated.

This breath is vast and gives people an unmatched feeling. If you can melt these breaths into your true essence, you can not only greatly increase your cultivation, but also allow your true essence to have the power of this breath. According to Fang Ling's own estimate, as long as you practice successfully, the same amount of true essence can definitely increase by 30%.

30% does not sound too much, but when a master fights, sometimes death and survival are just a slight thread. The power of these 30% is enough to make people compete for the fierce competition.

However, one of the shortcomings is that he cannot practice this magic trick yet. This true qi magic trick is different from other things. If there is a slight mistake, it may make people fall into devils. It is not impossible to get the complete Qingyu Collection, so Fang Ling naturally would not take his own life to take risks.

In a refreshing mood, Fang Ling finished his practice early. When he walked out the door, he saw Xiaotong lying on the ground and observing the two little ants with interest, with a cute expression. A pair of white and tender little hands grabbed a little bit of soil from time to time and threw it on the ant.

Seeing the child having fun, Fang Ling also came over and watched Xiaotong playing there. The child's thin body looked clumsy, as weak as a chick that had just emerged. Seeing Fang Ling coming, she stood up and smiled sweetly at him for the first time, and grabbed one of his fingers with her fat little hands, and refused to let go for a long time. This beloved little girl made Fang Ling feel a little heartbroken, and a thought suddenly arose in her heart, that is, to let the child live a happy life within her ability.

"Five Village Masters, Five Village Masters!" With a hint of anxious shout, Dou Biao pushed the door and walked in and said, "Five Village Masters, distinguished guests are coming from the village. The Grand Village Master, please come over and receive them!"

Fang Ling frowned slightly. He really couldn't be interested in the matter of going out to receive him. However, Wang Wu called him for the first time, and if he didn't follow him, it would probably be not good.

"Lead the way!" Fang Ling made up his mind while walking out. After this matter, he must tell Wang Wu that there is nothing to do in the future, so it is best not to disturb him.

"The Master of the Five Village, this time we came to the two immortal masters from Hutou Cliff in Shimeng Mountain. The young man served them once. These two people have a bad temper. The Master of the Five Village comes over for a while and must not have any conflicts with them!" Dou Biao whispered.

The two words "Immortal Master" made Fang Ling's heart move. Although Wang Wu is also a cultivator, he is too far away from the Immortal Master. At this time, Fang Ling was interested and wanted to see what these two people looked like.

"If you want to talk about female monks in the world, I think the most powerful one is the ancestor Yin of our Demonic Dao Cainu Sect. Not only does she have a great cultivation level, but her disciples are also extremely powerful. Just say that the disciple Yi Ziling, whom she accepted in the past five years, has now reached the peak of foundation building. I heard that a few days ago happened to meet Mi Chenghuan, a golden elixir cultivator of Zhengtian Sect, and she forced Mi Chenghuan to suffer a small loss."

A rough voice came into Fang Ling's ears from a distance. Before he could finish his words, someone said femininely: "It's true that Yi Ziling is powerful, but it's still too far behind the reincarnated and re-educated god concubine in Zhenhuan Palace. I heard that twenty days ago, the god concubine in Zhenhuan Palace had already broken through the golden elixir."

"Who is the God Concubine? It is the body of reincarnation and re-cultivation of the Nascent Soul Ancestor. Who can compare with her? But have you heard that the ancestor of the Hantian Sect came over and wanted to renew his relationship with the God Concubine a few days ago, and was kicked out!"

The Kuhao's voice said this and laughed: "What's the situation you said? Could it be that the God Concubine already has a sweetheart?"

"Zheng Dazui, don't talk nonsense. If that person hears it, let alone you, even our Shimengshan will not be able to afford to be guilty." The feminine voice said this and said with a smile: "What if that concubine has a sweetheart? If anyone is unlucky, it would be good if she died early. Otherwise, if she knew someone was going to steal his wife, she would definitely not be able to survive or die."

"What's more, when the God Concubine has a deeper cultivation, she will naturally know the benefits of that person. She will still have to follow that adult."

The God Concubine, Zhen Huan Palace, these words made Fang Ling's heart tremble. As Hua Shuying left, he kept hiding these words in the deepest part of his heart. At this moment, it was like a ignited flame, which made him feel a little indifferent.

"Five Village Master, what's wrong with you?" Dou Biao saw that Fang Ling's expression had changed, and hurriedly asked him in a deep voice.

Fang Ling waved his hand and said, "It's okay, by the way, have you heard of the Hantian Sect?"

"How come you haven't heard of it? It's the most famous place in the entire Nanchu State. No, it should be the most famous place in the world. Yan Chenzhou, the Supreme Elder of the Heavenly Gate, claims to have no opponents in the fight against Nanyue. I heard that a few years ago, he was in a bad mood and directly used the technique of moving mountains to throw a mountain that covers an area of ​​100 miles into the sea."

When Dou Biao said this, a trace of yearning flashed across his face and said, "I heard that his most powerful magic weapon was a flying sword he sacrificed when he entered the Tao. It was said that one sword was coming out, and the world was hard to control."

Fang Ling had only heard of this magical power. Although Dou Biao's words were a bit exaggerated, it also showed the power of Yan Chenzhou. And this character was actually Hua Shuying's previous life partner!

This result made Fang Ling's heart sink, but then he thought of the bold man Zheng Dazui's words just now. Hua Shuying refused to see Yan Chenzhou, which made a hint of joy in his heart. (To be continued)
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