The sky is high and the clouds are light, and the sun is shining, which is a good situation.

The surface of the lake is calm, the original green like jade is gone, and the golden glow is sprinkled all over, like a broken gold rippling, and it is extremely bright.

The small pavilion by the lake, standing majestically on the lake stone, leads the lake water to flow from the cracks of the lake stone at the base of the pavilion, like countless broken waterfalls against the background, sparsely in the noise, ding ding dong dong, if the clear stream springs, take away the boundless dry heat.

On all sides of the pavilion, the purple curtain is the curtain, the breeze blows, gently fluttering out, revealing the tea and chatting in the scenery of this forest spring.

"Okay, Xiaolong, it's only been more than a year, and you've actually reached the tenth level of cultivation in the Qi Refining Period, which is much more powerful than your master's back then. ”

Xiang Ming patted Xiaolong's shoulder and said with a grin.

"It's all the master, the ancestor, and the teacher's teaching. ”

Although Xiaolong is simple, it doesn't mean that he is stupid, so he naturally didn't dare to speak, so he hurriedly thanked him and diverted the topic.

"Good boy, just like your master back then. ”

Xiang Ming saw that as soon as he pushed two-six-five, he didn't pick up the stubble at all, and couldn't help laughing and scolding.

"Hey~"

Xiaolong touched his head and smirked, this is his fault, as long as someone praises him for being similar to his master, this kid must have this expression.

At this time, he didn't forget to peek at the figure lying on his back, and when he saw that he didn't react, he couldn't help but show a little disappointed.

At this moment, it is noon, it is the time of the sunshine, and the small lakeside pavilion where everyone sits is indescribably cool.

Of course, there are flowing springs and waterfalls to dispel the heat, and there are water vapor-filled lakes that reflect cool water, and there are curtains to cover them, but its heat should be more than that.

The reasons for each, as long as you look at it in this pavilion, you can see it.

In this small pavilion, most of them are as cool as a century-old tree, and there is only one place, the sun is bright and dazzling, as if all the sunlight that stubbornly penetrates into the pavilion has been absorbed there.

In that place, a figure was lying down, looking at the leisurely appearance, as if it was a summer night, enjoying the cool in the moonlight and evening breeze of the old trees.

But in essence, as long as you look at the bright spots of light around this figure, as well as the golden lines of the body contour, you can know that he is not only not enjoying the shade, but also basking in the sun.

The sun, and even the sunlight in the entire pavilion, was involuntarily absorbed into his body, which led to the strange coolness on all sides.

Needless to say, there is no doubt that this person is Zhang Fan.

Regarding this scene, everyone in the pavilion, Zhang Yuantu, Old Man Zhang, Xiang Ming, and Xiaolong, are all accustomed to it.

For more than a year, Zhang Fan has been here basking in the sun and chatting with everyone at other times, except for refining Dan every few months.

Naturally, most of the time, the old man and Xiang Ming were bothering to teach Xiaolong, but as for Zhang Fan, the real master, he often fell asleep in the bright sun at this time...... But recently, it is a little different, of course, this difference does not refer to teaching Xiaolong, Zhang Fan insists on his own opinion on this point, at least it must be the foundation building period, preferably the Dan period, otherwise he really doesn't have that surname.

Unlike for more than a year, Zhang Fan suddenly stopped alchemy, let alone retreat, and traveled all day long, as if he was sleeping all the time.

Especially in the recent month, Zhang Fan's hand has an extra thing that he often plays with, which aroused everyone's interest at the beginning, but later he couldn't see a reason, so he got used to it and stopped paying attention to it.

This thing, red, like a small red sun, is now being held by Zhang Fan in his hand, constantly rotating between his five fingers, the invisible brilliance of the naked eye, is constantly pouring into the "red sun" from his body, and then it is pouring back into his body in an invisible channel, and the whole process is repeated, as if it is containing something.

What they don't know is that Zhang Fan is not as idle as he looks.

"Ku Lao, when will this pill raising technique be the head~"

Zhang Fan's heart was almost moaning.

"Huh, I can't stand it?"

The bitter Taoist asked a mocking rhetorical question, and then paused for a long time before he said leisurely: "Almost, at least there is your golden wufa balance, and you can't eat it anymore." ”

As soon as the voice of the ascetic man entered his ears, the red sun that kept circulating on Zhang Fan's palm suddenly condensed on the palm of his hand, as if the moving water surface suddenly stopped, and the habitual surname generated a whirlpool, and the hazy brilliance in the red sun appeared.

"Great!"

Zhang Fan squeezed the "Red Sun" tightly into his hand and let out a sigh of relief.

This "Red Sun" is nothing else, it is the Swallowing Pill that he re-refined with four refining one, borrowing the power of the Nine Turns of Qiankun Ding, adding various materials.

To be exact, it's a turn of small and swallowing Dan!

In terms of effect, compared to the two pieces hidden in the jade box like a treasure of Yaodao, the effect of this swallowing pill is not much higher, even if the two pieces are combined, it is not as good as it.

This is the miraculous effect of the Nine Turns of the Universe.

But there is one thing that cannot be compared, and that is mildness and purity!

This is unthinkable, after all, it is a re-opening furnace refining, and the hot and dry gas will definitely not be able to be removed, but if you want to use the old methods of ancient times, a hundred years of Yundan, Zhang Fan will not be able to wait.

Fortunately, there is an old man in the family, if there is a treasure, at the critical moment, it is the ascetic people who provide a way.

It's nothing else, it's the pill cultivation technique that makes Zhang Fan complain now.

As an alchemist, before the elixir is baked, he adds his own blood to it, and then after it is baked, he grasps it in his hands every night, and constantly communicates with his heart, and finally attracts the blood of the pill itself to remove the heat in the pill.

This method was not absent in ancient times, but their alchemy was not just for themselves, and for a sect, a hundred years of Yun Dan was nothing, anyway, there would be new pills released every year.

But for Zhang Fan, who was originally going to take it himself, this method couldn't be better.

Although he has not done his full work now, according to what the bitter Taoist said, Zhang Fan, who has the Fa Prime Minister Jin Crow in his body, is enough to bear it, and that is enough, but it may not necessarily require all.

The reason why he has to spend so much energy on the Swallowing Pill is that he may need its help in the Xingtian Realm in the near future, and secondly, just to impact the pass of the Broken Pill into a baby, he doesn't know how much Swallowing Pill assistance he needs, and now he naturally wants to be familiar with it as much as possible.

Of course, now he would never refine such a very expensive elixir, otherwise just collecting the elixir would be enough for him to be unable to accomplish anything.

To refine such a top-grade elixir, he naturally had to wait until he returned to the Faxiang Sect, and then use the strength of this sect, which was still a top-level sect even on the Kyushu Continent, to collect the elixir, and then the connections of Duobao Pavilion and Zhilantian, it would be a hundred times easier to do than now.

The way of cultivating immortals, although you can't take refuge, but deliberately looking for hardships to suffer, that is self-abuse.

Now that it is done, Zhang Fan took out a jade box as soon as possible, put away the small swallowing pill, and sealed it with the talisman, after doing this, he let out a long breath.

Just imagine, for months, constantly communicating with a non-speaking, unresponsive elixir is no different from talking to yourself against a wall. That sin is really not pleasant.

After the rain passed, Zhang Fan got up briskly, just in time to hear the old man's habitual surname start to talk about the ancients again.

What can he talk about as an old man, to put it mildly, it is nothing more than the majesty of his father Zhang Lie back then, as well as Zhang Fan's courage when he was young, and so on.

It's just that what he said is quite marketable, and I can't stand that some people are willing to listen. Of course, this person can never be Xiang Ming, every time at this time, Xiang Ming will take out the fishing rod to fish, out of sight and out of mind.

Who else is this audience besides Xiaolong?

This time, however, the result was a little different.

"Old Ancestor, did Master really kill so many people?"

Xiaolong asked cautiously.

"yes, what's wrong?"

The old man asked strangely, usually the little guy never interjects when listening to stories.

"Oh, that little dragon can't be the same as Master anymore. ”

Xiaolong said with annoyance.

Neither the old man nor he had ever noticed that Zhang Fan had "woken up", and was listening to their conversation with great interest.

"I don't want to kill!"

Xiaolong shook his head and said, that chagrin, almost wring out the water, in his opinion, if he can't do the same thing as the master, it will definitely be a failure.

"How can you roll around in the immortal cultivation world without killing people?"

The old man said speechlessly, but it is not so easy to let him tell the reason, at least his old man has been kind to others all his life, and he has really never killed anyone.

"But ......"

As soon as Xiaolong said a word, he heard a clear voice in his ears.

"If you don't kill people, you don't kill people, what's the big deal. ”

When he looked back, he saw Zhang Fan standing up and standing beside him.

"My Zhang Fan's apprentice, let me move, take the lead and do it, kill or not, it's all in your thoughts, why bother, no matter what choice you make, there is a promising teacher behind you, who dares to have an opinion?"

Zhang Fan's tone was extremely flat, but the arrogance of ignoring everything in it was revealed.

In the world of cultivating immortals, a pure and kind person like Xiaolong, not to mention whether he can survive or not, will at least be ridiculed, but if he is matched with a master who is a real person, who would dare to put his beak?

Xiaolong's surname was revealed as early as in the three questions he asked when he accepted him as an entry, and if Zhang Fan had an opinion, he would not accept him as an apprentice.

"Master!"

Xiaolong's originally somewhat apprehensive heart suddenly settled down, and he just screamed happily, but he saw Zhang Fan's expression moved, and he suddenly looked at the sky.

"Grandpa, Xiaolong, Brother Xiang, the curtain has opened. ”

"Those old guys can't wait. ”

Immediately, as if echoing something, there was a long roar, and the qi of Lingyun rose into the sky, and in an instant, it shattered countless clouds.

"Wait until I'll get back!"

(To be continued)