After Fang Yan handed over the things to Xiao Xuening, he left some worldly money, Xiao Xuening's parents refused in every possible way, but at Fang Yan's insistence, the two finally accepted it.

"Immortal Master, your kindness to our family is like reconstruction, and we can't repay one or two, please stay for a light meal. ”

The man said sincerely.

Xiao Xuening also looked at Fang Yan with a blank eye, but Fang Yan couldn't refuse, so he had to deal with the matter, so as not to make this family feel uneasy.

"I wonder if you two know about cyclamen?"

Fang Yan sat on the main seat, eating a table of dishes from the woman Zhang Luo, and couldn't help asking.

And Xiao Xuening was already able to get up and sit and eat at this moment, drinking a bowl of white porridge, obediently listening to the conversation of the adults.

"Cyclamen, it turns out that Eungong wants to go there......"

It turned out that cyclamen was a high-end restaurant in Taoyang County.

The reason why the adjective advanced is used is because cyclamen is only open to monks, and even if mortals hold mountains of gold and silver, they will not be able to step into the threshold of cyclamen.

Legend has it that every 10 years, the cyclamen holds a conference on the Tao, and any monk, regardless of their level of cultivation, can participate.

If you stand out at the conference, you will receive a mysterious gift from the owner of the cyclamen, as for what this mysterious gift is, the Xiao couple does not know.

Three months later, it was the decennial meeting of cyclamen.

"I don't know if the virtuous couple have a map of Taoyang County?"

Fang Yan put down the dishes and chopsticks and asked.

The two glanced at each other, and the man surnamed Xiao said a little embarrassedly: "Don't hide it, our husband and wife rarely go far away, and the farthest is to go to the forest that has been blessed by the Hailing Fairy, not even the county seat." ”

Fang Yan nodded helplessly, so these rumors were only heard by the Xiao family and his wife, and it seemed that the matter of the map had to be found in the county seat by himself.

After the meal, Fang Yan said goodbye to the Xiao family, Xiao Xue stared at the back of Fang Yan leaving, her big watery eyes were reluctant to retract her gaze for a long time.

Fang Yan came to the town, hired a carriage, and asked the groom to send him to the county seat of Taoyang County.

After a few days of trekking, Fang Yan finally came to Taoyang County.

Along the way, Fang Yan had already discovered that sure enough, the aura here was thin, much worse than the forest that had been blessed by the Sea Feather Fairy.

Without an adequate supply of spiritual energy, even the spiritual flowers and herbs that refine the elixir would grow extremely slowly, so most of the monks here cultivated to a low level.

However, the good news was that Fang Yan didn't sense the aura that made him uncomfortable, knowing that this place was not favored by the Extraterritorial Heavenly Demons.

Probably this place is too barren, and there are no too high-level monks, so it is a pure land without monsters.

"Childe, there's a cyclamen ahead!"

Mafu said.

Fang Yan got out of the carriage, and after throwing a money bag to the groom, he looked around.

I saw that the bluestone-paved streets were lined with stalls, shouting one after another, and the children gathered in front of a candy blower's stall, letting out bursts of laughter like silver bells.

Fang Yan raised his eyes and found that the cyclamen was a three-story restaurant with a large area, and there were two majestic stone lions at the door.

Contrary to Fang Yan's imagination, the door of the cyclamen was closed, and it did not seem to welcome guests.

Seeing this, Fang Yan walked to a shop on the side of the street, the shopkeeper of the shop was a monk who had cultivated the Great Perfection of the Dao, and he was already old, and his actual age must be even older.

At this age, it is probably impossible to go further and reach the Soul Cultivation Realm.

There are all kinds of magic weapons on the shelves, but the quality is not high, Fang Yan took a few glances, and then withdrew his gaze.

"Fellow Daoist, what do you want to buy?"

The shopkeeper asked with a smile.

"Is there a map of Taoyang County?"

Fang Yan asked.

"Yes, you wait. ”

The shopkeeper immediately turned around, took out a map from a cabinet and handed it to Fang Yan and said, "Fellow Daoist, ten lower grade spirit stones." ”

Fang Yan frowned slightly and said, "It's just an ordinary map, how can you ask for ten lower-grade spirit stones, is the shopkeeper's price too high?"

The shopkeeper did not get angry, but explained: "Yes, this map was drawn by someone who risked his life to investigate......

It turns out that the vine forest tree mountain on the border of Taoyang County will expand towards the boundary of Taoyang County at an uncertain rate every year, sometimes only expanding to Taoyang County for a few miles, and sometimes it will suddenly expand for several miles.

As long as you are within a mile of these dryads, if you are unlucky enough to be detected by these dryads, you are likely to die.

Dryads are terrifying, sometimes far away, but once they are within range, they will spread out their roots buried in the dirt and suddenly appear next to you and attack you.

This map was drawn by some people after risking their lives to investigate, and it is the latest version of this year, so it will sell ten low-grade spirit stones.

Hearing this, Fang Yan didn't bargain anymore, but bought the map after paying ten low-level spirit stones.

After walking around the shop and finding that there was nothing eye-catching, Fang Yan walked out.

The voices of people on the street are boiling, the sound of bargaining is heard from time to time, and the fragrance of snacks goes straight to Fang Yan's nose, which makes people can't help but move their index fingers, all of which are full of fireworks.

"Guest, do you want a bowl of ravioli?"

Fang Yan found that it was a smiling middle-aged man who spoke, and there were already a few people sitting in his stall, eating wontons.

Fang Yan nodded, smiled and sat down.

Soon, the middle-aged man brought a steaming bowl of wontons.

"Guest officer, use it slowly. ”

Fang Yan thanked him, and after taking the wontons, he gave the boss a thumbs up after taking a bite, and asked, "Boss, your wontons taste really good, it must have been many years of exploration to make such authentic wontons, right?"

A hint of pride flashed on the boss's face, and there were just no guests at the moment, so he sat opposite Fang Yan and said, "That's it, the old man has been selling wontons for more than 20 years, and he is constantly analyzing the tastes of the guests......"

It can be seen that the boss is also a talkative person, and under the guidance of Fang Yan's praise, he said the information that Fang Yan wanted.

The owner has been selling wontons here for more than 20 years, and the business has been good before, and it has been even more popular recently.

It's all because of the 10-year conference of cyclamen.

Countless people poured into the county seat, wanting to touch the immortal aura of the cyclamen, maybe the ancestral tomb smoked, and the immortal cultivators who came to the cyclamen took a fancy to it?

If that's the case, it's the carp leaping dragon gate.

Ten years ago, after eating wontons at the boss's place, a person was favored by an immortal cultivator who came to the Dao Conference and accepted him as a disciple on the spot.

"Little boy, I see that you are dignified and have strange bones, you eat my wontons, you will definitely be able to be looked at by the immortals......"

The boss looked like a prophet.

"Boss, a bowl of ravioli!"

"Childe, I see that you are dignified, your bones are strange, and you will definitely be able to carp over the dragon gate after eating my wontons......"

The boss brought a bowl of wontons and said to a handsome young man.