Fu Shiyi waved his sword, and a soft breeze came instantly, pulling Yang, who had already raised half of his body, down again. When she walked to the bed, she saw that Yang was shaking all over. As she got closer, she was shaking so much that even the big wooden bed creaked:
"What's wrong?"
Fu Shiyi put his hand on Yang's forehead and said doubtfully, "I don't have a fever either."
Yang lowered his eyes:
"Aunt Eleven, I...I'm fine. It's because I haven't seen you for more than ten years. I'm just excited. I'll be fine in a while. I'll be fine in a minute."
Finished.
Without waiting for Fu Shiyi to speak.
Yang said to Fu Yian who had just entered the house:
"An'an, go melt the Sang Lingxue that Aunt Eleven sent you years ago, and make a pot of Wuling tea. Go quickly."
Sang Lingxue is produced in the Sanglin Garden of the Zhang family. After it is turned into snow water under natural conditions, it is then used to make tea. It tastes very good, but it usually takes more than half an hour to melt the snow.
"Yi'an, no need to work anymore."
Fu Shi called someone to stop.
He turned to Yang and said, "I have to attend the grand ceremony later. Today, in addition to visiting you, I also want to test Yi'an's spiritual root qualifications."
Fu Shiyi patted the storage bag.
In a flash of rays of light, the spirit-detecting stone appeared in her palm.
She glared at Mr. Yang and said: "You're right, Yi'an grew spiritual roots, and no one informed me about such a big thing. If Brother Eighteen hadn't informed me, I would still have been kept in the dark. Well, next time, we won’t be allowed to do this. After all, we have been getting along together day and night for several years.”
"Aunt Eleven!"
When Yang heard this, his face turned pale and panic flashed in his eyes.
He said incoherently:
"Eleventh Aunt, I... There is no need to test this An'an. He...his grandfather committed such a serious crime. It's too late for us to atone for our sins. How can we waste the family's resources?" Cultivation resources.”
"It's not your fault." Fu Shiyi shook his head, "Besides, Fu Da also received the punishment he deserved. You just thought too much and your body collapsed."
Yang wanted to say more.
But she saw Fu Shiyi frowning, and she immediately knew that the other party was impatient. Even if she was absolutely unwilling, she shouldn't say no at this moment. She could only watch Fu Yian cover his hand on the spirit-detecting stone. .
Fu Shiyi saw Fu Yian's face turned slightly pale.
I thought he was nervous.
"Don't be afraid, this is just to test your spiritual talent. Just close your eyes and relax your mind. It will be done soon."
Fu Yian's Adam's apple rolled.
Before closing his eyes, he glanced at Mr. Yang, and at Fu Shiyi's urging, he closed his eyes nervously.
One breath.
Two breaths.
........
Until half an hour passed.
There was no reaction at all on the spiritual stone.
Fu Shiyi looked at Brother 18 in confusion, and Brother 18 also felt strange. He let out a light sigh and said: "Impossible, this An has clearly broken through to the first level of Qi training, how can he not have spiritual roots? Maybe, maybe the spiritual root qualifications are too poor, so let’s wait.”
Yang heard this.
My nervous heart was in my throat.
I prayed silently in my heart.
Another half-quarter of an hour passed, but the spirit-testing stone still showed no reaction at all.
Fu Shiyi thought about it and took out a stick of Ningshen Incense from his storage bag. After lighting it, he waved his sleeves and sent wisps of white smoke around Fu Yian.
Fu Yian, who was originally tense.
His face slowly became peaceful.
The spirit-detecting stone that had been unresponsive for a long time suddenly lit up with an extremely bright red aura, and then two more faint cyan auras and a white aura lit up.
After five breaths.
The aura faded away.
Fu Shishi said to Yang on the bed with a smile: "Congratulations, Yi'an has three spiritual roots, but just now I saw that his fire spiritual roots are particularly prominent, and the other wood spiritual roots and water spiritual roots account for a very small proportion. No wonder, he can last for three years Within, break through to the Qi training stage.”
When Yang saw Fu Shiyi, he found nothing unusual.
A look of relief appeared on his face.
Unexpectedly, Fu Shiyi changed his tone and said:
"Fire Spirit Root, among the various arts of cultivation, is the most suitable for alchemy. Today happens to be the day when Wudan Illusion is restarted. As soon as I'm safe, you come with me to the Temple of Sacrifice and participate in the alchemy trial."
Finished.
Fu Shiyi dodged and disappeared into the room with Fu Yian, leaving only one sentence: "Brother 18, take good care of the Yang family here."
Yang's face turned pale.
I'm afraid that Aunt Eleven is already suspicious. After Magu detected her spiritual root, the clan also used an evil-proof mirror to test Magu from head to toe. Aunt Eleven left in such a hurry. I'm afraid she also wanted to take care of her. Take An An for testing.
She has not allowed Yi'an to practice.
This is what I'm afraid of.
Yang couldn't help but feel anxious.
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Temple Square.
In the square, the tribe members have all arrived. Less than half an hour before the Wudan Fantasy Land opens, the five people responsible for opening the Wudan Fantasy Land, Fu Zhihong, Third Grandpa, Fourth Grandpa, Uncle and Second Uncle, are also ready.
Fu Zhihong glanced at the crowd in the square.
It was discovered that Fu Shiyi was not in place yet.
He frowned, turned his head and said to Sanniang below: "The alchemy trial is an important event in the clan, and you cannot miss it. Sanniang, please go to Fu Da's house quickly and find Shiyi."
Eleven wants to be promoted to an elder in the future.
Don't let others find fault with your behavior.
"yes."
Sanniang responded, used her lightening technique, and left the square in a blink of an eye. When she turned into Wutong Lane, she saw someone named Fu Shiyi walking towards her.
"On November, the grand party is about to start. What are you doing?"
"Let's go to the sacrificial hall first."
Fu Shiyi did not explain, but led Fu Yian across the square and came to the sacrifice hall. When Fu Zhihong saw that she had brought a stranger over, doubts flashed between his eyebrows.
Fu Shiyi pointed to the inner hall of the sacrificial hall:
"Father, let's take a step to talk."
The two entered the inner hall.
Fu Shishi told Fu Yian that he had spiritual roots, and finally said:
"Yi'an's spiritual root qualifications are very good. It stands to reason that they can be detected at birth. I'm afraid there is something wrong with it, so I thought about asking father to take a look at it with an evil mirror. In addition, I also asked Third Grandpa Check Yi'an's body with Fourth Grandpa and the others."
"Uh-huh."
Fu Zhihong looked at Fu Shiyi and smiled happily:
"Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of the unexpected. You handled this matter well on the 11th. Just wait a moment, I will let your third and fourth grandfathers come in."
Fu Yian was detained by Sanniang.
After seeing Fu Shiyi enter the inner hall, two more old men came in. He vaguely felt that the other party was discussing his own affairs. The joy at first knowing that he could participate in the trial of Wudan Illusion was slowly invaded by fear, and flashes flashed in his mind. The words that Mr. Yang once told countless times:
"An'an, until you find the evil power that hides you, you must not let anyone know that you have spiritual roots. Remember this!"
He was careless.
He originally thought that after practicing and becoming stronger, he would be able to cure his grandmother's disease.
That's why he kept hiding his practice with Grandpa Eighteen.
But now it seems.
He obviously made a big mistake.
"Yi'an, come in with me."
While Fu Yian was fighting between heaven and man, Fu Shiyi had already come out of the inner hall. After she took Fu Yian into the inner hall, she withdrew and closed the door tightly.
He stood guard at the door of the inner hall.
Sanniang came up and asked doubtfully: "Eleven, what's going on?"
Fu Shiyi shook his head, feeling a little uneasy: "I'll tell you in detail when father and others come out later."
Sanniang nodded, but said: "It's less than two-quarters of an hour before the Wudan Illusion opens. Your eighth uncle wants to find your father. This grand ceremony must start first, otherwise the time will be missed."
Fu Shi said: "Then let the Eighth Uncle hold the ceremony. The last speech was also delivered by the Eighth Uncle. You just say that Father and the others will be rescued soon and it will not delay the opening of the Wudan Illusion."
Sanniang took the order and left.
After leaving the inner hall, he went to the sacrificial hall and whispered a few words to his eighth uncle.
Uncle Ba nodded and said with a smile: "Well, I am now over eighty. I'm afraid I won't be able to wait until the next time Wudan Illusion opens. Being able to host such a grand event in my old age can be regarded as having no regrets in this life." Got it!"
Even if the clan can provide the Eighth Uncle with Foundation Building Pills.
Now his energy and blood are severely weakened.
Attacking the Foundation Establishment will be unsuccessful in nine out of ten cases, and a precious Foundation Establishment Pill will be wasted. Uncle Ba cleared his throat and waved his hand. Starling, who was standing aside, presented the red dress he had prepared.
A grand gathering of the clan was held.
Everyone wears blue robes.
The disciples in the Qi training stage wear green robes, while the disciples in the foundation building stage wear yellow robes. In addition, the robes are embroidered with the phoenix totem, while the elders and clan leaders wear orange, and only those who preside over the grand ceremony wear red.
The eighth uncle waved his robe.
Step by step, he walked towards the high platform of the sacrificial hall.
The two tribesmen who were on the left and right steps in front of the first floor of the Bell and Drum Tower saw that the person presiding over the ceremony was not the tribe leader, and doubts flashed across their eyebrows. The next moment, they heard a voice next to their ears. Seeing that it was the tribe leader's order, they asked the people on the high platform. The eighth uncle who came up nodded.
The eighth uncle saw this.
His eyes swept across the clansmen in the square one by one.
Compared to twenty years ago.
Now the number of clan members has increased to more than 100,000, and the scene is much more grand and grand. A glimmer of glory and satisfaction flashed in his eyes.
"The time has come!"
A clear voice sounded from Uncle Ba's mouth.
Although the volume was not high, it spread to every corner of the East City, and everyone in the sacrificial hall or the tribesmen outside could hear it clearly.
The crowd that was having a heated discussion did not dare to make any mistakes and fell silent at the right time.
Fu Shiyi was guarding the entrance to the inner hall.
I saw the eighth uncle in red clothes, with his white hair flowing back in the wind. Although he was over eighty years old, from a distance, his back was as majestic and upright as it was twenty years ago. The smoke from the large incense burner in front of him made the Eighth Uncle's face looming, adding a bit of mystery.
But I don’t know why.
Fu Shiyi felt a surge of sadness in his heart.
"Ring the bell!"
I saw Uncle Ba raise his hand.
The two tribesmen standing on the left and right steps in front of the first floor of the Bell and Drum Tower immediately used the magic formula to hit the hanging bell and hanging drum one after another.
"when......."
The ancient bell rang, as if coming from the sky, distant and solemn.
The sound of the bells complemented each other with the impassioned drumbeat that buzzed later.
Fu Shiyi felt the speed of his blood flow rising and falling with the sound of bells and drums, making his blood boil.
After nine sounds.
The clear voice of the Eighth Bo came out from the high platform of the sacrificial hall again, and echoed in the void air:
"Children of a clan must support each other in poverty, plan for each other's livelihood, sympathize with each other in disasters, support each other in sickness, and support each other in marriage... This is the way to prolong the family life, thank you!"
After the word "Bai" falls.
Fu Shiyi and his clansmen all followed the Eighth Uncle's rhythm and knelt down facing the sacrificial hall.
The forehead is three inches above the ground, exactly.
Along the way, I fell to my knees.
Fu Shiyi saw the three nine-inch long incense sticks in the Eighth Uncle's hand. Every time he knelt down and worshiped, one of them would spontaneously ignite. When the three sticks burned together, the Eighth Uncle seemed to be relieved, and then he inserted the incense sticks on the incense burner and gave a fierce blow. Turning around, he said solemnly:
""The road to elixir is long, I will walk it. "
"The way of alchemy is so great that I will understand it."
The eighth uncle's voice was ups and downs, which shocked people's hearts. Fu Shiyi's heart was inexplicably throbbing, and like the tribesmen present, they couldn't help but shout along with him:
""The road to elixir is long, I will walk it. "
"The way of alchemy is so great that I will understand it."
The voices of more than 100,000 people unanimously echoed, and their voices shook in unison, soaring into the sky. The insects, fish, birds and beasts in the forest thought they had encountered some large beast, and ran around in panic.
Uncle Ba pressed his hands and everyone stopped shouting. He waved his sleeves and said loudly:
"In the year of Gengzi, the alchemy trial ceremony begins!"
The time has come.
Fu Shiyi couldn't help but look nervously at the inner hall.
But I don’t know how my father and others tested.
As the eighth uncle's voice fell, the door of the inner hall opened with a creak, and three figures flew out from the inner hall and hung over the square.
These three people were Fu Zhihong, the third grandfather, and the fourth grandfather who examined Fu Yian's body. The other two sword lights appeared above the side hall, but they were the uncle and the second uncle who hardly showed up.
Each of the five people held tokens of different colors and muttered something.
Fu Shiyi turned around and looked at the inner hall.
At this time, a person from the inner hall slowly walked out, but it was Fu Yian.
He saw that Fu Yian had a token on his waist, with the number of two hundred and eight words engraved on it. Seeing this, Fu Shiyi's heart suddenly relaxed.
Able to hold the token to enter the Wudan illusion.
It shows that there is nothing wrong with Fu Yian.
At this time, a deafening "buzzing" sound suddenly sounded in the air.
But they saw that the tokens in the hands of Fu Zhihong and others glowed in five colors: red, yellow, gold, blue, and cyan. The light was so dazzling that Fu Shiyi had to temporarily close his eyes.
At the same time, a loud "rumbling" sound was heard in the air.
When she opened her eyes again.
A plane tree that was nearly a thousand feet tall and covered the sky and sun appeared unexpectedly high in the sky above the square. Its thick branches are twisting and vigorous, darkly covered with the wrinkles of time. Just looking at the branches, it seems that they have died long ago, but the tops are full of branches and leaves.
"This sycamore tree is much more vigorous than it was in twenty years!"
Fu Shiyi couldn't help but feel dumb.
She originally thought that the sycamore tree was just an illusion.
But now it seems that this sycamore tree is only an entity. Their clan should have used the power of blood to summon and project it when they opened the illusion.
"Could this sycamore tree grow in the ancestral land over there in the ancient mirror?"
Fu Shiyi muttered.
She turned around and whispered a few words to Fu Yian, but when she saw the other person's face was filled with worry, her heart suddenly changed, and she understood: "Yian, don't worry, I will inform your grandmother after you enter the illusion." , you are safe and sound."
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