Fu Shiyi opened the jade slip, and four large silver seal characters "Anu's Notes" were embedded on the cover. A few lines of small seal script briefly introduce the author's life and the general content of the jade slip. Coincidentally, the author and the real Qingxi person on the jade slip of "Qingxi Notes" were both ancient monks thousands of years ago.
Only monks from large ancient sects could make jade slips to record their experiences.
This jade slip happened to record the magic formula Fu Shiyi needed:
"Old senior, how do you sell this jade slip?"
The old monk glanced at the jade pendant engraved with a phoenix worn by Fu Shiyi. After knowing that the other party was a member of the Fu clan from the four major families in Jingzhou, he said truthfully:
"This jade slip was earned by the old man with his life in the Mist Forbidden Area. It contains twenty-three low-grade spiritual stones, not one of which can be missing."
He pointed to the third store to the east:
"The Qingxu Sect's classic book shop sells only the spirit beast contract magic formula for this price."
"My jade slip also records a recipe for feeding spiritual beasts. Although the yellow chestnut tree, the main ingredient of the recipe, has long been extinct in the catastrophe ten thousand years ago, it is still of great reference value for those who refine alchemy. of."
The old monk obviously wanted to sell the jade slips and said earnestly:
"Although the Huangli Pill is only a first-level elixir, even the Feng family in Nanshan County, which has inherited it for two thousand years, only has more than twenty pill recipes. Fellow Taoist, my price is the most affordable."
Fu Shiyi saw that "Anu Notes" and "Qingxi Notes" also recorded some weird characteristics, and felt that it was suitable for research and the price was reasonable, so he no longer hesitated.
After paying off the money, Fu Shi immersed his spiritual power into the jade slip. A huge flow of information was poured into her memory, and then the jade sliver disappeared into fragments of spiritual power.
After Fu Shiyi returned to Baizhen Pavilion, she silently wrote the spirit beast contract formula into a book. According to the clan rules set by the sixth-generation clan leader, she copied the formula and left it to the clan, and she could also subsidize a quarter of it. the difference.
Qi Bo put the books away and put them in the drawer. He couldn't help but sigh:
"Speaking of which, that old Qiu Tou is also a pitiful person. In order to leave some spiritual stones for his six-year-old son, he went to the Mist Forbidden Land to fight for his life at the age of eighty. He could have lived to be more than a hundred years old. But looking at it now, it’s only been a few years.”
I pity the hearts of parents in the world.
Fu Shiyi lamented. After she completed the materials required for signing a spirit beast contract and refining a set of magic platforms, formation disks and four formation flags from her own shop, she gave them to her uncle.
My brother-in-law is the only second-level formation mage in the clan besides the two third-level formation mages, Third Grandpa and Fourth Grandpa.
Among the various arts of cultivation, the Formation Master is the most difficult to improve.
It not only depends on talent, but also needs to explore one's own way from the nine thousand avenues.
The reason why my father chose to go to the Southern Wilderness with his uncle, who was at the seventh level of Qi training, was because of his formation skills, because formation masters can often awaken the dormant power of mountains, rivers, earth, heaven and earth through formations, and transcend levels. kill.
On the way back to Guyaju from Xihefang, when passing through the Mist Forbidden Land again, Fu Shiyi happened to see young monks walking into the deep dragon's mouth in twos and threes.
Fu Shiyi couldn't understand:
"Uncle, why do they still go in even though they know the curse of the Mist Forbidden Land? They are still so young, don't you think it's a pity?"
"Little girl, you are just a little girl. You have been cultivating in the clan, so naturally you don't know the pain of casual cultivation."
"More than half of the spiritual veins, spiritual stones, spiritual herbs and spiritual objects in the entire Jingzhou are controlled by the Qingxu Sect, a smaller half is occupied by our four major families, and the rest has been looted by those small families. Casual cultivators want to practice Naturally, we have no choice but to fight for resources with our lives.”
"Furthermore, the ancestor of today's Southern Wilderness originally received an inheritance from the Mist Forbidden Land, so he set up a mountain gate in Southern Wilderness and established the Loose Cultivator Alliance. A living example is before our eyes. There is a glimmer of hope to become the second one. Ancestors of the Southern Wilderness, they will naturally follow us one after another."
Natural selection, survival of the fittest.
Immortal cultivators are not as lofty as ordinary people think. Fu Shiyi feels a little sad. Fortunately, she was born in the Fu clan and has many elder brothers in the clan to support her and work together.
"It's only been a few years since I came here, but the color of the blood and tears on the dragon's head and cheeks seems to be much darker."
Fu Zhifei murmured to himself, then solemnly told Fu Shiyi:
"Eleven, if it is not necessary in the future, it is better not to take the path of Broken Bone Cliff."
Fu Zhifei took one last look at the dragon head standing behind him before taking Fu Shiyi away.
On the way back, because Fu Shiyi's mana had not recovered, he walked slowly. Unknowingly, it became dark after entering the Qin Bamboo Forest.
Not long after entering the bamboo forest, Fu Shiyi heard a faint sound of gongs, drums and suonas. At first she thought it was an auditory hallucination, but the sound became clearer and clearer from far to near: Fu Shiyi couldn't help but shivered:
"Uncle, wait for me."
Fu Shiyi ran with all his strength, and when he reached Fu Zhifei who was waiting in front, he saw at a glance that at the other end of the bamboo forest less than ten meters away from them, a black sedan chair carried by four paper people was floating in their direction. Come.
In front of the sedan chair, there are four people playing gongs, drums and suona.
"What the hell is this?"
Fu Zhifei was muttering in his mouth, and was about to step forward to kill him with his sword. Fu Shiyi was so frightened that she saw seventy-one identical black sedans following this sedan, and eight of them followed in front of each sedan. A paper prick.
This strange scene immediately reminded her of the strange events mentioned in "The Purging Record" and "Anu Record". She didn't have time to explain, so she took her uncle and jumped into the jungle nearby and hid in:
"Shh, uncle, don't make any sound."
As soon as the two of them hid, the black sedan floated past them, one after another. When they reached the thirty-sixth position, a breeze blew open the curtain of the sedan.
A woman in the sedan, wearing a phoenix crown, a red scarf covering her face, and a red wedding dress embroidered with gold patterns, tilted her head in the direction of Fu Shiyi.
Fu Shiyi was at a low angle, just enough to see her face.
His pale face was covered with yellow pustules, and a pair of red eyes without eyeballs were emitting a wisp of bluish-white will-o'-the-wisp, and drops of blood and tears hit the sedan chair.
"vomit"
Fu Shiyi's stomach turned. As soon as she lowered her head, the curtain of the sedan was just covered again. After a burst of mournful crying, the black sedan finally passed in front of her.
When the seventy-two black sedans passed by and the sound of gongs, drums and suonas drifted away, Fu Shiyi asked his uncle to take him far away from the bamboo forest.
"Did I hit a ghost today?"
Although his uncle Fu Zhifei was used to big scenes, this was his first time experiencing such a strange scene. He frowned and said:
"Eleven, why did you stop me from doing it just now?"
