The ability to travel thousands of miles is a great supernatural power. The secret lies in stretching the spiritual thoughts to infinite thinness, and then they can be extended to infinite distances.
Once upon a time, Ning Fan, who had just entered the path of cultivation, accidentally used this magical power. At that time, his spiritual consciousness was obviously still very weak, but because it was stretched to the extreme, it directly extended out of the rain realm and extended to the north sky.
This is also a magical power with a very high risk factor. Back then, Ning Fan almost died because he could not recover his spiritual thoughts. Fortunately, he was saved by the Immortal Emperor Meng Xuanzi, who held the monument.
But today, there is a mysterious old man who wants to guide him to travel thousands of miles. It is really interesting...
Outside the gate of Nanyao Temple, Ning Fan looked up at the sky. The sky was clearly empty except for a slight drizzle. However, he seemed to be looking at something seriously and counting something, and gradually became solemn.
"One floor, two floors, three floors..."
"Tenth floor...twentyth floor..."
"Two hundred floors..."
"Four hundred floors..."
"One thousand one hundred and forty-nine floors..."
Some pedestrians passing by, curious about Ning Fan's behavior, stopped and looked at the sky with Ning Fan, but they could not see anything from the sky. They asked Ning Fan but did not answer, and finally had to leave with doubts.
I thought to myself that this man counting to the sky was really a weirdo. Naturally, because of Ning Fan's attire, he did not dare to express these slanders.
After an unknown amount of time, Ning Fan looked back and slowly closed his eyes. The invisible power of spiritual thoughts began to surround him.
If anyone could see these invisible spiritual thoughts, they would be surprised to find that at this moment, Ning Fan's spiritual thoughts were slowly generating some runes on the surface. Those runes are colorless and formless, and only those with profound Dharma eyes can see the principles of wood flowing on the runes. These runes of wood are the power condensed by Ning Fan using the principles of wood. The process of condensation is extremely raw, difficult, and not very skillful.
As time passed, Ning Fan condensed more and more runes on the surface of his spiritual thoughts. Those runes gathered together and turned into a thin cocoon on the surface of the power of his spiritual thoughts.
In the life of that thin cocoon, Ning Fan's power of spiritual thoughts has obviously improved in some aspects, but unfortunately, before Ning Fan could fully understand it, the thin cocoon seemed to have the wrong method, and cracked with a crack.
The hard work for nearly an hour was in vain.
Ning Fan frowned, but then he let go with a wry smile, cupped his fists and said towards the temple,
"The seniors are willing to give guidance, but the juniors can't understand the secret. I'm afraid they will disappoint the seniors."
The voice in the temple said, "Disappointed? No, my little friend has really surprised me. You clearly don't understand the method, but you can imitate it to such an extent just by looking at it. Your understanding is so extraordinary that I have never seen it before." "
"Senior's compliments are ridiculous, but I'm ashamed of myself." Ning Fan said politely, but he was secretly shuddering in his heart and had some guesses.
Reciting Jiajue...
Is it that terrifying magical power that covers the surface of spiritual thoughts with thin cocoons of runes, doubling the tenacity of spiritual thoughts...
There is no doubt that this mysterious old man who led him here knows the great magical power of traveling thousands of miles. In the empty sky, there is actually an infinitely thin thread of spiritual thoughts that connects all the way to Nanyao Temple. As long as Ning Fan can see that thread, he can find it all the way here even without the guidance of the woman holding the umbrella. of.
There are very few people who can see that thread of thought. That is to say, Ning Fan has practiced the art of minding the gods and the art of peeping into the sky. Only when he has a delicate perception of the mind can he see the thin threads in the sky. If it were anyone else, even if he had The strength of the Immortal Lord and Immortal King may not be visible.
This was the result of the mysterious old monster deliberately revealing his thought thread without hiding it. If he had hidden it intentionally, even Ning Fan would have no way of knowing that there was a thought thread in the sky.
That's because pedestrians passing by are not cultivated enough and can never see it, so they think Ning Fan is weird about counting the sky.
They don't even know that what Ning Fan is counting is the number of thin cocoons on the thin line of spiritual thoughts, a total of one thousand one hundred and forty-nine layers. This mysterious old monster's divine… toughness is too terrifying!
"Wandering thousands of miles is a great magical power. As my cultivation level gradually increased, I tried to practice this magical power, but I still couldn't achieve it. To master this technique initially, you need to have the cultivation level of a true immortal, and the monks are required to practice spiritual thoughts. Only with great understanding can one achieve the first step of traveling thousands of miles - to draw the spiritual thoughts into the smallest detail... As for the second step, to improve the tenacity of the thoughts, few people can do it..."
Drawing the thread into the smallest detail refers to the method of drawing the spiritual thoughts into thin threads. It is necessary to practice the micro-control of the divine thoughts to a certain level in order to achieve this step. Among a hundred true immortals, there are often only one or two who can do this. These people can stretch their spiritual thoughts into filaments that are one-tenth or one-twentieth thin, thereby increasing the coverage of their spiritual thoughts ten to twenty times, but this is often their limit, and they cannot achieve divine travel. Thousands of miles are theoretically infinitely thin and infinitely far.
Because the thinner the spiritual thoughts are stretched, the lower the toughness and the easier it is to break. Infinitely thin threads are also infinitely brittle and will break when the breeze blows, making them impossible to use for magic.
Improving the tenacity of spiritual thoughts is the biggest problem in cultivating the ability to travel thousands of miles. Because of this limitation, there are many people who can take the first step of traveling thousands of miles. However, there are only a few people who can truly master this technique in the Age of Ending Dharma. Quasi-sages like Taoist Mingzi and Mu Song can’t do it.
But the old monster in the temple can travel thousands of miles! A glimpse of the leopard in the pipe, this old monster in the temple must not be underestimated...
Ning Fan secretly smiled bitterly, Wu Laoba fell into this person's hands, but he didn't know how to get it back...
"Do you know why I gave you advice?" the voice in the temple asked.
"I don't know."
"Because I smelled a trace of the Divine Mind Technique from your body, but it seemed incomplete. I had a causal relationship with the Immortal Emperor Taichang of the Ancient Heavenly Court. This man was the Great Palm Nian Emperor. Although he was not good at fighting, he was I have a profound understanding of the Divine Sense. Among saints, I have never seen anyone who can surpass this person in the Divine Sense. If I had not benefited from him, with my qualifications, it would not have been possible for me to travel thousands of miles to this level. At the same level...what is your relationship with Taichang, but you are a descendant of Taichang's disciples?"
"Senior, I am disappointed. This junior only practiced the incomplete skills of Immortal Emperor Taichang by chance and is not a descendant of his disciples." Ning Fan thought for a moment and answered truthfully.
"That's such a pity... If you are a descendant of his disciples, because of the promise I made with him, I need to help you achieve the true dream of traveling thousands of miles; but if you are not, then I don't need to fulfill this promise. I will give you a little advice. One or two is enough, but it is absolutely impossible for me to teach you the complete Eight Techniques of Minding the God for no reason. That's it for now, we should talk about your servants." The old man sighed with regret and took back his hidden treasure. As he thought about the sky, his voice gradually became colder.
Ning Fan and Immortal Emperor Taichang have some fate, which is the same thing.
It's another matter that Ning Fan's servants offended him!
"I don't know how my servant Wu Laoba offended senior, please let me know." Although Ning Fan knew that the other party was powerful, he remained calm and composed. After all, although the other party's words were cold, he had no real murderous intention. This matter may not be without mediation. room.
"Humph, is that little turtle called Wu Laoba? He fell in love with my treasure and wanted to take it away, so he made a bet with me. Now he lost the bet and is trapped in my water tank. You want to save him. This matter It’s not difficult, you just need to make the same bet with me.”
"What bet?"
"I bet that you will not be able to enter Nanyao Temple alive and come to me, but if you can do this, then I have lost the bet, and you can take that little turtle away! But if you lose the bet, then You are dead, but I will take your flesh and blood!"
Ning Fan's heart trembled.
If he loses, it means that he will die in Nanyao Temple, on the way to meet the mysterious old monster... It must be dangerous to come to Nanyao Temple.
"It seems that your relationship with this little turtle is not very good. I have imprisoned him for less than half a day, and he has already scolded you more than 1,800 times. Hum, for such an unfaithful servant, you better not fight with me. It’s better to gamble!”
Before the old man finished speaking, he suddenly let out a soft sigh. It turned out that Ning Fan didn't even hesitate and stepped directly into Nanyao Temple.
Good luck!
"Interesting boy..." The old man's voice drifted farther and farther away and could no longer be heard clearly.
Ning Fan looked calmly as he stepped into the gate of Nanyao Temple. Of course, his relationship with Wu Laoba was not good enough to risk his life for him, but even if it was just for the cause and effect between Wu Laoba and the old devil, he would not leave Wu Laoba alone.
Even if the other party is suspected of being a quasi-sage!
The moment he stepped into the temple gate, the rain outside the temple was forcibly blocked and the rain stopped.
Ning Fan was slightly moved. There was only a door between the inside and outside of the temple, but they were like two completely different worlds. With his cultivation level, once he entered the temple, he could no longer make his mind escape from the temple. It was as if he was imprisoned in a dark place. In the forest's temple!
From the outside, Nanyao Temple is just a small ruined temple.
Looking from the inside, there are over 10,000 Yin Towers in Nanyao Temple. There is smoke and grass, ghosts are crying in the sky, dead bones are everywhere, broken swords and broken sticks can be seen everywhere, and blood stains are not dry...
It doesn't look like a Buddhist pure land, but it looks like a ghost cave!
"No, this is...an illusion!"
Ning Fan suddenly felt something. He suddenly understood why those passers-by turned a blind eye to the temple's gloomy atmosphere.
It turns out that he was the only one who fell under the illusion, and the moment he stepped into the temple gate was the opportunity to officially trigger the illusion...
"break!"
Ning Fan's left eye flashed with a demonic light, shooting out a purple-black light, hitting the gloomy world in the temple, and actually creating a crack in the world.
What he used was the innate skill of the Fuli clan to see through illusions!
As soon as the crack opened, Ning Fan jumped towards the crack, and the scenery in front of him suddenly changed. He was still standing outside Nanyao Temple, maintaining the original posture of looking at the sky and counting. The rain was still falling, and there was no gloomy air in Nanyao Temple.
Did he escape from the illusion? It turns out that he never entered the temple, but fell under the illusion from the beginning...
"This man is so weird. He has been looking at the sky for an hour, counting something..."
"Shh, don't talk nonsense, this person is the guardian of the tomb of the Holy Mountain..."
Some pedestrians on the road were pointing at Ning Fan.
Ning Fan was also speechless. How did those people know that he had been looking at the sky for two hours? Did they stay on the roadside for an hour? Isn't it boring...
Roar!
Those passers-by who laughed at Ning Fan suddenly turned into evil ghosts and rushed towards Ning Fan. The ground here also cracked, revealing the blazing magma hell below.
Only then did Ning Fan realize that he had not escaped the illusion at all, but was still in the illusion. His talent in helping Li break illusions was great, but his cultivation was not as good as that of the mysterious old monster, and he was not enough to escape the opponent's illusion!
"There are two ways to break the illusion. One is to rely on your cultivation, magical powers, and magic weapons to break free; the other is to have companions from the outside to help awaken you. If there are neither, then the illusion can become a more terrifying killing weapon than other magical powers. …There is no doubt that this is a life-or-death test, and the old man didn’t lie to me about this…”
"My cultivation level is not enough to see through this technique, but in addition to the ability to break illusions, I also have the ability to support the rebound of illusions in the clan. In a sense, the rebound of illusions is more terrifying than seeing through illusions, especially for people like me. If you are deeply trapped in the opponent's illusion, if you can find the weakness in the opponent's illusion, you may even have a chance to reverse it in one fell swoop..."
Ning Fan dodged to avoid the evil spirits that rushed towards him. While dodging, he looked around, his eyes flashing with green light. After a long time, his eyes suddenly turned to the abyss of hell in the cracks in the earth.
"Among this technique, the magma seems to be the most dangerous place, but if my prediction is correct, the weakest point of this technique is hidden right there..."
Ning Fan shook off the evil ghosts and jumped into the hell magma.
The raging hell magma has an almost terrifying temperature. If you jump into it without defense, even the Immortal Emperor will shed his skin.
These magma were transformed into illusions, and ordinary defensive methods could not prevent their temperature. Ning Fan, who was deeply trapped in the illusion, was not his true body at the moment, and could not use any defensive means, so he simply used the power of his own illusions to defend against these magma. It's magma.
He realized that the Taoist technique that he had rarely used so far was used by him at this moment!
As he jumped down, black energy continued to pour out of his body, covering him in it. That black color was the color of night, and it was the Taoist technique formed after the demonic black night Taoist elephant was completed!
Deeply trapped in the opponent's illusion, Ning Fan naturally cannot directly replace the opponent's illusion world with his own darkness, but he can still do it if he wants to activate some of the power of the darkness illusion to resist the opponent's illusion damage.
Most of the magma approaching him was blocked by the black energy, but a handful of it still penetrated his illusion defense and splashed on his body.
It was hot, it was so painful that every time he was burned by the magma, Ning Fan felt that his mind was greatly drained and he quickly became weak.
But no matter how weak Ning Fan was, his expression remained calm. After jumping into the magma, he kept swimming downwards. This seemingly unfathomable hell was actually not deep! After passing through the initial hot magma, Ning Fan suddenly felt a chill all over his body and fell into a stone chamber. This stone chamber was built deep in the magma. The walls were painted with illusion runes, and a pair of horn crystals were floating in the air.
The horn crystal is where the power of this illusion lies, and it is also the weakest point of this art!
Ning Fan waved his sleeves and swaths of black energy swept toward the horn crystal, seeming to contaminate the horn crystal.
But before the black energy could approach, streaks of light shot out from the crystal, turning into complex restrictions and sweeping away the black energy.
Ning Fan glanced at it and found that the stone chamber less than ten steps away was actually equipped with thousands of defensive formations, and these formations were interconnected. It was useless to break only one or two. The formations would soon be reborn. Only by seeing through all the formations and breaking them all at once can you get close to the horn crystal.
Ning Fan carefully observed the restriction here, and he felt as if he were a mortal looking at the stars in the sky. He felt that it was far more complicated than expected, and he would even feel dizzy as long as he stared at it for a long time.
You can't stare for a long time, and you can't find a way to break the formation in a short time.
Ning Fan suppressed the desire in his heart to escape from the illusion. He was no longer in a hurry. He simply sat cross-legged in the stone room and slowly studied the formation.
One day, two days, three days...
January, February, March…
Spring passed and autumn came. Ning Fan had been sitting in this stone room for hundreds of years. Suddenly one day, he suddenly stood up and shot out thousands of golden bolts like lightning in an instant. Amidst countless roars, they broke open directly. This place is banned!
Then he raised his hand and used his illusion black energy to contaminate the horn crystal, and used the illusion rebound talent skill to directly control the illusion here!
For a moment, the old man in green who was making a vat in the temple suddenly looked surprised and fell into confusion, but he woke up after a moment.
As for Ning Fan, the scenery in his eyes changed and he came back to his senses.
He was still standing outside the temple, looking up at the sky.
On the roadside, someone pointed at him.
"This man is so weird. He has been looking at the sky for an hour, counting something..."
"Shh, don't talk nonsense, this person is the guardian of the tomb of the Holy Mountain..."
Hundreds of years of meditating in stone chambers were only carried out in hallucinations, and the outside world was actually still at the moment when he was under the illusion.
Just after hearing these somewhat similar words, Ning Fan suddenly felt an unpleasant feeling in his heart. Hasn't he escaped from the illusion yet? Is it possible that the landslide will happen again in the next moment?
Fortunately, he really escaped this time, because there was a sound of praise in the temple.
"Very good, you win, take your servant home. Unexpectedly, not only did you escape my illusion, but you also reflected the illusion on me, making me feel lost for a moment... You are good!"
Ning Fan let out a sigh of relief and walked into the temple. There are no Yin Towers in the temple. This Nanyao Temple is just a small ruined temple.
Entering the courtyard, in the inner courtyard, an old man wearing a green leather jacket and braided beard is sitting in the courtyard. There is a base in front of him. He is holding mud strips as thick as his arms and stacking them in circles to form a vat. Then the base rotates, and then he takes the hemp silk dipped in muddy water and smoothes the surface of the mud jar little by little. He occasionally takes a wooden stick and puts it on the mouth of the cylinder to make the mouth of the rotating mud jar smooth.
In the yard, there are many mud jars for drying, and no rainwater has fallen into the temple.
Further away, there was a small kiln built, which seemed to be used for burning vats. Outside the kiln, a young man wearing a horn mask was glazing some vats.
It was the person Ning Fan had met when he signed up for the Blood Martial Arena.
"Why are you here? Could it be that you are following me!" The masked young man who seemed to be Xian Yuchun stood up and looked at Ning Fan with sharp eyes.
It seemed that he was completely unaware of the confrontation between Ning Fan and the old man in green.
Ning Fan had expected that he might meet Xian Yuchun here, so he was not too surprised. He took a deep look at Xian Yuchun but did not answer.
The old man in green clothes spoke.
"Little friend Chun, hurry up and do your business. It's none of your business. He's here to find me! By the way, I would like to remind you that the deal between you and me is to burn two million tanks for me in my lifetime. There is still not enough time left. One hundred, nine hundred and ninety-nine thousand, seven hundred and sixty-two, don’t allow me to be lazy!”
The old man in green had a straight face and glared at the masked young man.
The masked young man glanced at the old man in green with deep fear, and then at Ning Fan. In the end, he didn't say anything and went back to glazing the clay vat.
The aura of the old man in green was very weak. On the surface, he looked like a street vendor. But as soon as the man's eyes focused on him, he immediately gave Ning Fan a sense of oppression like a mountain roaring and a tsunami.
A second-level quasi-sage, and even stronger than Taoist Mu Song, he is actually such a terrifying powerhouse!
"I know this person, why is he here?" Ning Fan asked using the word "wei" to remove the old man's pressure.
If he read correctly, Xian Yuchun stayed here to glaze the clay vat, as if he was practicing some kind of special practice... It didn't seem like he had any malicious intent.
"You're here to take away the servants, not to inquire about information. It's not good to ask too many questions!" the old man frowned.
"If we don't find out what's going on, I won't worry about this person's safety." The implication is that he is worried that the old man will have scheming plans.
This is also the worst case scenario. If this second-level quasi-sage old man deliberately plots against Xian Yuchun, Ning Fan will be unable to compete with him.
"You're overthinking. Niu is never the person to do things with calculations. If you want to kill someone, just kill him directly. If you want to harm someone, just kill him directly. No matter this kid, you, or your turtle servant, it's all the same. Same!"
After saying this, the old man impatiently pointed at a water tank in the corner of the courtyard, then went about making the water tank by himself, ignoring Ning Fan.
Wu Laoba is in that water tank.
Ning Fan took a closer look and saw that half of the tank was filled with water. There was a strange-looking big fish that looked like it weighed about ten kilograms and was quite fat. There was also a turtle the size of a sesame seed in the tank. , the turtle's cute big eyes are clearly the appearance of Wu Lao Ba Wan Gu's real body shrunk countless times.
As for the strange fish, if you look closely, it seems to be an ancient extinct underworld whale. It is said to be a heterogeneous species that lives in the underworld, but it is kept as a pet by the old man, and its size seems to have shrunk countless times...
No, it’s not shrinking, it’s... big near and small far!
This tank of water seems to be close at hand, but in fact it is far away from Ning Fan, very far... Ning Fan reaches out to touch, but no matter what, he cannot touch the water in the tank.
It's as if these two fish and one turtle are living in another world, another... reincarnation!
No wonder Wu Laoba couldn't escape, because Wu Laoba didn't understand reincarnation...
"You have a trace of reincarnation aura in your body. It's very weak, but it's really your understanding. Using this to fish out your servants, I guess you don't need my help." The old man said without raising his head.
"Well, this junior can do this on his own without the help of his seniors."
Fortunately, Ning Fan had just gained his own understanding of reincarnation, otherwise he would not have dared to go to Haikou to fish out Wu Laoba.
I just didn't expect...this old man was actually scolding him. Haha, my skin is itching.
…
The world in a vat.
This is an underwater world with no edge in sight. Wu Laoba, who is a turtle, is swimming in the water while cursing, and a yellow spring whale as huge as the starry sky is following him with sympathetic eyes.
This yellow spring whale is not very intelligent. It cannot understand how such a cruel master could cruelly abuse such a cute little turtle.
The aura of this underworld whale is very powerful, almost comparable to that of some weak immortal emperors. Wu Laoba, who was imprisoned in the water tank, initially thought that the underworld whale was weak and could be bullied, and wanted to bully it, but unexpectedly he was subdued instantly. Fortunately, Wu Laoba immediately relented, and the underworld whale, who was not very intelligent, forgave Wu Laoba generously, agreed to Wu Laoba's request, and made a verbal bow to Wu Laoba.
"Second brother, are you listening to eldest brother?"
"Ho ho -" said Huangquan Whale who wanted to say 'listening'.
"It's so pitiful. Second brother, you can't even speak. But fortunately, big brother, I know the animal language of a few alien species. I didn't expect it to come in handy today! Are you pitying big brother? You are really my good second brother!"
"Ho ho ho ho, ho ho ho ho ho, ho ho ho ho ho ho -" It's not sympathy, we are brothers, and brothers don't talk about sympathy!
"Good brother, let me continue. Next, I want to make the 1842nd accusation. That damn evil star didn't come to save me. He must have abandoned my little one because the enemy was so powerful. Life, no loyalty, no justice! If it were him who was in trouble, I would definitely save him at all costs. I am the most loyal Wu Xiaoba in the world, and I will not be as inhumane as the evil star!"
"Ho ho ho -" Inhumane!
"Next, I have to make the 1843rd accusation. That evil star who plays with fire and bricks doesn't give it to me every time he gets something good, and he even steals my magic weapon. Second brother, you Tell me, does such a master deserve to be struck by lightning?"
"Ho ho ho ho -" The sky is thundering!
"Next, I have to make the 1844th accusation. That damn evil star actually thinks that I am Long Yang. This is a huge insult to my personality! How could I, Wu Xiaoba, like men? , I am the most normal Wu Xiaoba in the world! There is also the 1845th accusation, why does the evil star have the right to treat me... Hey, second brother, what are you looking at, second brother?"
Wu Laoba was cursing, and suddenly found that the whale's eyes were wrong. At a glance, he saw Ning Fan's smiling face reflected in the endless water.
Suddenly the tiger's body shook! Why is the evil star Madan coming? How much has he heard!
"...Now...cough cough cough...I want to make the last accusation...what, I want to accuse the evil star of being suave, unparalleled in resourcefulness, amazing magical powers, and unparalleled magic. Damn it, I don't accept it! How can there be such a perfect person in the world? , how can ordinary people like us live! Okay, the accusation is over, let me tell you a story. The name of the story is 'I have a good master, and I will be loyal all my life'..."
hehe.
Before Wu Laoba finished speaking, his vision went dark. The next moment, he felt as if he was out of the water. The eternal body that was forcibly restrained and unable to exit finally exited.
Beside the water tank, Ning Fan shook the water on his hand. A figure the size of a sesame seed fell to the ground and instantly grew in size, turning into a black man.
"Don't you think it's too late to change your story after the accusation?"
As soon as Ning Fan's words came out of his mouth, Wu Laoba felt like he was struck by thunder.
Damn it, it’s still too late to change your mind!
"Master, I, I..." Wu Laoba was trembling a little, but at the same time he felt inexplicably moved.
His flying sword didn't expect to actually invite his master to rescue him. He just wanted to scare the old man in green and let him know that he had helpers outside.
Unexpectedly, the master was actually begged for...
If he knew that his master was so concerned about his safety, even if he was blinded by lard, he would not scold his master!
"Haha, if you want to accuse me, you will have plenty of time when you get back, so don't be anxious." Ning Fan smiled, but Wu Laoba had the urge to beat himself to death.
The evil star is definitely angry!
Anyone who runs desperately to save someone will be angry if the other person scolds him! This damn bitch needs to be finished!
Ning Fan was really not angry, but he was a little speechless at Wu Laoba's boredom. There were more than 1,800 accusations against him, and he was really curious about what they were accused of.
Is he so sinful? If so, that's really good. As for this Wu Laoba, he never expected him to be loyal to him.
"Let's talk about your business when you get back. Now just give me some peace and quiet."
Seeing that Wu Laoba still wanted to make nonsense excuses, Ning Fan was too lazy to listen. Instead, he walked up to the old man in green clothes, cupped his fists and thanked him.
Thank you, this man was generous and didn't care about Wu Laoba's offense and didn't kill him casually.
Thank you, it was this person who taught me. If I understand it carefully, Ning Fan may not be able to understand the method of tenacity of his spiritual thoughts from today's teachings, so as to achieve the true spirit of traveling thousands of miles.
The old man didn't even raise his head, as if he didn't see Ning Fan's movements.
Just before Ning Fan opened his mouth, he suddenly spoke.
"Although you are not a descendant of Tai Chang, you are still considered to be destined to him. If you pay the price, I can also teach you the complete eight techniques of minding the gods. In this way, Taichang's magical power will not decline."
"Oh? Senior, are you willing to teach me the complete Divine Mind Technique?" Ning Fan moved slightly and asked, "I wonder what price this junior has to pay in exchange for the complete Divine Mind Technique?"
"Come back another day. Today I am the soul of a green bull. I only focus on building vats and not talking about transactions. I will talk about this later when I wait for scalpers!"
After saying this, the old man lowered his head and turned the bottom of the clay vat again. (To be continued.) m.
