Looking at Old Ghost Fang's back, Zhou Qiankun scratched his head.
In Fang Laogui's excitement just now, he felt that Fang Laogui seemed to really care about him.
If he didn't really care, he wouldn't lose control of his emotions at all, and would even want to wake him up.
"Why is Old Ghost Fang so weird today?"
Zhou Qiankun shook his head and didn't bother to pay attention to him.
After Fang Laogui left Chenhuang Residence, he went straight to the Spiritual Medicine Garden and found Elder Huang Juan.
He handed 10,000 spiritual stones to Elder Huang Juan. In Elder Fang's astonished look, he slowly said: "In the future, Lin Gan's annual loss in planting spiritual medicine will be deducted from this. If it is not enough, come back to me."
After a moment of silence, Elder Fang solemnly said: "Also, don't let him know the truth."
Elder Huang Juan looked at him in surprise, never expecting that he would do this for a disciple.
Elder Huang Juan didn't understand Elder Fang and asked, "Why don't you accept him as a disciple? You obviously care about him."
Old ghost Fang sighed and laughed at himself: "I'm old and I don't have the energy to teach my disciples anymore."
Then, feeling helpless, I thought that by doing this, I thought it was compensation for the psychological shadow I had caused to the child because of my own selfishness.
After all, a slap would be such a psychological trauma to an eighteen-year-old child.
After Elder Fang finished speaking, he was secretly sad and left alone.
The setting sun at dusk lengthened his shadow, and a sense of death spread over his body.
Elder Huang Juan looked at his increasingly pale hair and just sighed with regret.
The high-spirited Elder Fang back then was finally defeated by time.
Living in the desert, seeing no one around and being safe all around, Zhou Qiankun couldn't restrain the joy in his heart.
Taking out the ancestral jade pendant, Zhou Qiankun entered Shenxi Cemetery with a thought.
Shenxi Cemetery covers an area of 100 feet and is full of spiritual energy. It makes people feel relaxed and happy every time they breathe.
Under your feet is a piece of spiritual soil with special vitality.
Zhou Qiankun circled a small area to plant Naling grass.
Plant the seeds and something magical happens.
The seeds that originally took more than ten days to germinate are already showing signs of breaking out of the ground.
Looking at this growth rate, it only takes a month for this batch of Naling Grass to mature.
Harvesting twelve times a year, Zhou Qiankun's eyes were blinded by money, as if he had seen a steady stream of spiritual stones running towards him.
Thinking of this scene, Zhou Qiankun couldn't help drooling from the corner of his mouth.
"With Shenxi Cemetery here, I don't have to fight desperately for resources like others."
Zhou Qiankun smiled and couldn't wait to see the Naling Grass mature.
Afterwards, Zhou Qiankun set his sights on the corpses of the four spiritual sea monsters in the spiritual garden.
The flesh and blood of the spirit sea monsters is a great tonic.
For immortal cultivators, long-term use can greatly increase the power of Qi and blood and make the physical body stronger.
Zhou Qiankun moved the monster's corpse into the yard and prepared to enjoy the delicious food.
Especially the meat of Kunji made him salivate.
At this moment, Meng Huo's spirit arrived.
Walking with awesomeness, it feels like I am the only one in the world.
Looking at the little fat man, Zhou Qiankun narrowed his eyes slightly.
Meng Huo was previously accepted as a disciple by Elder Mo, the ninth elder of the Taixuan Sect. With help, his cultivation reached the peak of psychic ability. He was now extremely proud of himself.
However, do you dare to pretend in front of yourself?
When Meng Huo was in high spirits, Zhou Qiankun grabbed him casually.
The little fat man felt Zhou Qiankun's move and suddenly felt confident.
"I am now at the pinnacle of spiritualism, how can I be afraid of you?"
The little fat man raised the tomb robbing shovel in his hand and hit Zhou Qiankun with confidence.
Zhou Qiankun shook his head. This little fat guy really forgot who was the boss without giving him a beating.
With a gentle wave of his hand, his shovel flew several meters away.
Then, at a weird angle, he grabbed his shoulders and gently lifted his feet off the ground.
What about the peak psychic level? Easy to handle.
I thought that I had reached the peak of psychic ability and could survive two moves. Unexpectedly, I was defeated in one move. The little fat man was so shocked that he called him a pervert.
Then he saw his feet lifted off the ground, being lifted up like a little chicken. People passing by looked at him strangely, and the little fat man immediately felt embarrassed.
"Brother Lin, let me down, my reputation will be ruined!"
The little fat man begged and cried in his heart: Meeting this guy is really a natural enemy.
Zhou Qiankun put him down casually, and then asked: "Damn fat man, now that you are rich, when are you going to pay back the money?"
Meng Huo's eyes rolled up and he said furtively to Zhou Qiankun: "Hey, Brother Lin, I've been feeling around the ancestral tomb of Taixuanmen recently, and I've gotten a rough idea. Seven ancestors of Taixuanmen are buried in it. They are all great monks of the Divine Palace, and there are countless secret treasures inside. As long as they are dug out, let alone three million, I can afford to pay back even thirty million!"
Afterwards, he looked around with a stern look, and after making sure that no one was eavesdropping, he whispered: "But my strength is a bit lacking, little brother. If you are willing to take action with me, I guarantee that I will catch you."
Zhou Qiankun looked at Meng Huo with dangerous eyes, and then let him know his "thoughts".
He threw it over his shoulder and threw a piece of fat on the ground.
The little fat man let out a scream like a slaughtering pig, followed by punches and kicks.
Ten minutes later, Zhou Qiankun was tired from playing.
The little fat man huddled up in frustration and looked at Zhou Qiankun pitifully.
Zhou Qiankun looked at him speechlessly, gritted his teeth and said: "Damn fat man, don't hold me back if you want to die!"
At the same time, I have to admire how courageous this guy is, he even dares to remember the ancestral graves of Taixuan Sect!
The little fat man smiled awkwardly, "It's an occupational disease. I promise not to dig up Taixuan Sect's ancestral graves."
Zhou Qiankun rolled his eyes at him and didn't bother to care about him.
"It's up to you. Anyway, just remember to pay me back the three million spirit stones. If it exceeds ten years, interest will be added."
The little fat man was stunned. Thinking of the three million debt, his whole life became gloomy.
He smiled bitterly and said: "It seems that I have to go to the Tianling Mountains in three years."
Tianling Mountain?
There is such a place in Zhou Qiankun's mind. It is rumored that it is a primitive mountain range that was jointly sealed by the ten superpowers of Da Chu. The purpose is to ensure that the elixirs in it can have sufficient time to grow and for the sustainable development of Da Chu's immortal world.
Tianling Mountain is opened to the public every twenty years, and many hundred-year-old elixirs grow there. At this time, many sects will send their disciples there to compete for opportunities.
It was a real bloody killing. People had to deal with not only dangerous monsters, but also dangers from humans.
The little fat man's tone became firm: "When the time comes, I'll apply to go and do a big job, and I'll pay back the money when I'm done."
Rumor has it that other monks from other sects got hot ginseng from it twenty years ago.
Zhou Qiankun's face seemed calm, but he was already making preparations in his heart.
It is a matter of all kinds of divine secrets and cannot be left undisputed.
