The rain has been falling for many days, but there is still no intention of stopping.

After cleaning up the messy jade slips and books, Zhang Fan walked to the window, looked at the rain curtain that followed the sky and was speechless for a long time, and finally turned into a long sigh.

In this situation, if it is a middle-aged scribe, with temples like frost, listening to the rain and the monk's house, there is an artistic conception of vicissitudes.

It's a pity that the person sighing in front of me is a thirteen-year-old little doll, and she hasn't even reached the voice change period, no matter how deep she is, it can only cause gimmicks.

The person concerned did not have any consciousness, and looked preoccupied, so he turned his hands behind his back, and turned around in a dozen circles in a row in the crowded hut, knocking down countless tables, chairs and benches, until he hit a bronze tripod that was half a person high, and then stopped with grinning.

Zhang Fan covered his sore spots, smiled bitterly and said to himself: "Every time there is calm in major events, the second is a human being, why are you still so breathless?"

After taking a few deep breaths, he reluctantly calmed down, sat down on the bed again, picked up an old white-gray jade slip and pasted it on his head, and quietly began to read the contents.

"Eighteen ways to save spirit stones in the small spirit gathering array? Can you save a spirit stone in a year?"

"Thirty-four maintenance methods for low-level magic weapons? Oh my God! A garbage magic weapon can't be used for a lifetime?" click, and the jade slip cracked into countless petals.

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"The best adjuncts to take the Qi Gathering Pill? Well, this is a bit useful. Zhang Fan took out the jade slip that recorded his experience and copied a copy of the formula.

These jade slips that are about to pile up into a mountain are all collected by his grandfather at the price of scrap products, and nine out of ten are some down-and-out cultivation experiences, due to poor preservation, most of them are either about to fall apart or the content is missing, like today, if you can find a useful thing, it can be regarded as a lucky star.

Since he was able to check the jade slip, Zhang Fan has seen such a thing for a long time, and he understands the pain of scattered cultivation without others saying it, think about it, if he can figure out the flowers of the lower grade magic weapon, what kind of embarrassment will it be!

Thinking of this, Zhang Fan couldn't help but clench his fists, tomorrow, tomorrow he will have the opportunity to become a member of the sect's disciples.

"Squeak~~" The night is already a little deep, and the sound of the wooden door opening is so clear and harsh.

Hearing this voice, Zhang Fan let out a sigh of relief, his frowning brows also dispersed, and he hurriedly got out of bed and walked towards the door.

"Baby, grandpa is back. Look what I've gotten back?" Before he could reach the door, his grandfather's old voice came in.

As soon as the words fell, a little old man who looked to be in his 80s entered the door like a gust of wind, and without taking a breath, he reached out and swept all the things on the table to the ground, and then took out a pocket and poured it on the table, and five spirit stones with white light appeared in front of Zhang Fan's eyes.

Five lower-grade spirit stones are not a small fortune for casual cultivation. Zhang Fan's face did not show joy, but frowned and said: "Grandpa, why did you go to the mine again, you don't know how dangerous it is, if there is any ......?"

After a pause, Zhang Fan looked at his grandfather's embarrassed appearance, and suddenly couldn't say any more.

The old man hurried back in the heavy rain, and even though he was wet, sweat still raised a mist on his head, and the rain rolled down his wet hair and along the deep furrows on his face.

"Grandpa. Zhang Fan's nose was sour and he almost burst into tears, took a few deep breaths, and then said softly: "Let's change into dry clothes first, old arms and legs, be careful not to hurt your body." ”

"Haha, grandpa is in good health, I'm also an immortal cultivator, what are you afraid of!" the old man patted his chest while changing his clothes.

Immortal cultivators, who are over 80 years old and still at the seventh level of the Qi refining period, Zhang Fan shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"Grandpa, didn't you promise me not to go to the mine again? Seeing that his grandfather had changed his clothes, Zhang Fan couldn't help but say.

"Baby, after tomorrow, you will be a disciple of the Faxiang Sect, a newcomer, although you are covered by your uncle and ancestor, but it is always right to have more spirit stones, even if you don't use it, it is good to use it to deal with those senior brothers. Saying that, the old man sighed and said, "If Dad is still here, how can I use my grandson to see people's faces, you are not walking sideways in the sect, hum!"

It is said that the old man also had a good time back then, relying on his father to be a monk in the foundation building period, that is, a monk in the realm of false pills, and when he was young, he could be regarded as a gentleman in the Faxiang Sect, and he had a good time.

I don't want people to have good fortune and misfortune, in an exploration of the ruins, Zhang Fan's great-ancestor came back from a serious injury inexplicably, and after explaining the aftermath, he kicked his legs and went.

The old man's life also fell from the sky to the ground in an instant, not only was his father's inheritance divided cleanly, but the place where he lived was also moved from the inside of the sect to the fang market at the foot of the mountain.

"Grandpa, you have so much confidence in me, you are not afraid of me......" Zhang Fan said a little worriedly.

"Ahh The old man was like a secular old man, and he pretended for a long time and said: "Put your heart in your stomach, you have the blood of your great-ancestor in your body, how can you not inherit the Faxiang." ”

"You and my father are not bleeding the blood of our great-ancestors, it's not useless!" Zhang Fan muttered disapprerovingly.

"You...... The old man sighed: "How can it be the same, grandpa, my talent is too poor, not only can I not inherit the law, but the spiritual root qualification is a little better than that without the spiritual root, and this bit of cultivation was piled up by my father with elixir." ”

"Your father's qualifications are worse than mine, so forget it, he is stupid enough to listen to the words of those loose cultivators to find some opportunities? Phew! I don't know if I'm dead now?" The old man was ruthless, and when he talked about his son, he couldn't help but wipe away his old tears.

"But you're different. The old man grabbed Zhang Fan's shoulders, looked into his eyes and said seriously: "Remember, you are different from us, you were born to cultivate immortals." ”

"When you were born, you were born with a vision. The old man recalled.

"Well, it's a bit of a thunderbolt or something. Zhang Fan secretly replied in his stomach.

"There are strange birds to congratulate. ”

"Yes, that strange bird chased it out of the space-time passage, and I still remember its drool!"

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The old man chattered about the scene of the year for a long time, and it took a long time before he came back to his senses, and said to Zhang Fan: "Even if the Faxiang Sect is unlucky, you are not afraid, your master and uncle have a wide range of friends, and it will not be a problem for him to recommend a good sect to you with your qualifications." ”

Zhang Fan smiled bitterly, Faxiangzong is one of the three major sects in Qinzhou, what kind of genius is not, and if he is confiscated in the old man's mouth, it seems that he has suffered a great loss. As for his qualifications, the old man has already tested it himself, and the fire and wood twin spirit roots in the miscellaneous spirit roots are completely incomparable with those geniuses such as heavenly spirit roots, alien spirit roots, and earth spirit roots, but they are just medium qualifications.

Zhang Fan shook his head and didn't argue with the old man, thought for a while and asked, "Grandpa, if you go up the mountain tomorrow, will Uncle Taishi accept me for entry?"

Tomorrow will be the opening of the mountain gate of the Faxiang Sect, what kind of qualified disciples can't receive it, will they accept themselves as a guy with ordinary qualifications? Zhang Fan was deeply skeptical.

"What kind of friendship does he have with your great-ancestor? As long as you can pass the level of Fa Xiang inheritance, there is absolutely no problem!" Speaking of this Taishi Uncle Zu, the old man was full of energy, "Uncle Shi and his old man are your great-ancestor's little junior disciples, and from the day he started, my father has basically passed on the art on behalf of the teacher, and the relationship between the two is excellent." Now Uncle Shi is also the cultivation of the foundation of the Great Perfection, and he may not know when he will become the ancestor of the Jindan period and become the ancestor of the Dan period. If he receives it, you will be the core disciple of the Faxiang Sect, and the treatment is very different from that of ordinary disciples. ”

If you change to another sect, even if it is the Imperial Spirit Sect and the Illusion Demon Sect, which are the three major sects alongside the Faxiang Sect, according to what Grandpa said, if the relationship between the Taishi Uncle and the Great Ancestor is really so good, it is naturally no problem to accept yourself as a beginner. But the Faxiang Sect is different, and the entry still needs to pass the Faxiang inheritance, which is a bit resigned to fate.

Fortunately, if you don't succeed, it doesn't mean that there is no hope for cultivating immortals, Zhang Fan shook his head, didn't continue the topic, walked to the front of the copper tripod in the middle of the room and sat down, and stroked the dense Jin Wen on it with his hand and pondered.

The room suddenly fell silent, the old man was just picked up and talked, but this grandson, who has been very creative since he was a child, stopped talking, choked him, and couldn't help but say for a long time: "Baby, don't look at it, you are three years old and see it now, ten years later, I haven't seen you see a flower." ”

Zhang Fan smiled, pretended not to hear, and continued to stare intently at the copper tripod, as if what was in front of him was not an old and tattered bronze tripod, but a lovely person with a thousand charms.

"Alas, you child. The old man paced over, and stretched out his hand to caress the surface of the copper tripod like Zhang Fan, especially the golden texts.

"Baby, I remember that you asked me about the origin of this copper tripod, it seems that you were two or three years old. The old man seemed to be recalling something, and his tone was light, and he seemed to be a little nostalgic.

"Well, when I was three years old, Grandpa, you told me that it was brought out of the ruins by my great-grandfather. Zhang Fan replied, adding another sentence in his heart, "If it weren't for the fear that you would think I was a monster, I would have wanted to ask when I saw this thing for the first time." ”

"When you were young, grandpa didn't tell you everything. The old man withdrew his palm that was groping back and forth on the ding, and said, "This is true that this was brought out of the ruins, but it was the time when your great-ancestor was seriously injured." ”

Zhang Fan's spirit was shocked, and he said secretly: "Sure enough." ”

"Your great-grandfather, before you died, you still held my hand with one hand and pointed to the copper tripod with the other, but unfortunately, at that time, his old man couldn't even speak. ”

"That's it, baby, don't look at it, this tripod is just made of ordinary materials, it can't be a treasure, otherwise we won't be able to keep it, and it will have been carved up by those guys. If there is any secret, it is these golden texts, wait until you enter the Faxiang Sect to find some ancient text materials and then study them carefully!" the old man said excitedly, "Go to sleep, you have to get up early tomorrow!"

After saying that, he went into the back room, and he was tired enough from a day's work.

Ancient characters?hehe, Zhang Fan shook his head secretly, although fundamentally speaking, the origin of all words is just a few categories, and it is not completely impossible to interpret under the bypass, but that difficulty, hehe, is not as small as understanding Chinese from English!

After seeing his grandfather return to the house, Zhang Fan's attention returned to Jin Wen, even if there was no grandfather's words today, he would not underestimate this copper tripod, because it concealed his biggest secret.

When he saw this bronze tripod for the first time, Zhang Fan realized that this seemingly old thing with no aura at all was definitely from the same place as him. The text on it, which has never appeared in any classics, is the famous ancient seal character!

The ancient seal characters alone can only give him a slight sense of intimacy, and there is no practical significance, but the things recorded above made Zhang Fan shake, and he thought about it with his heart for more than ten years, and he didn't dare to slack off.

"The Great Five Elements Breaking the Forbidden Technique", this is the method recorded in the ancient seal characters on the copper tripod. After more than ten years of speculation, Zhang Fan is extremely sure that whether he can gain a foothold in the immortal cultivation world in the future, the biggest reliance is neither the Faxiang Sect, which ranks among the three major sects in Qinzhou, nor the Taishi Uncle Ancestor, who is only one step away from the Jiedan, but the method itself.

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I don't know how long it took, but the sound of "ticking and ticking" woke Zhang Fan from his contemplation, and he walked to the window and looked out.

Before you know it, the sky is already dark, and the rain has stopped playfully, and the remaining rain has fallen down the eaves and shattered into countless crystals on the stone steps.

Everything seems to be accumulating power, waiting for the morning sun to rise, and then burst out together, so that the heaven and earth are so quiet, faintly, it seems that you can still hear the muttering of grandpa in his dream: tomorrow!

Zhang Fan clenched his fists and involuntarily repeated in a low voice:

Tomorrow!