Chapter 61
In the mountains and fields, Fang Xian was practicing magic.
Things like aptitude and physique are mysterious, but they are essential for spiritual practice.
At this moment, you will feel that the magic power is flowing through your limbs, bones, eight extraordinary meridians, and twelve regular meridians, as you wish, without any obstruction.
"As long as one is a cultivator, all the meridians in the body are open, and the magic power can flow freely... However, how to break through the talisman seeds in the next step is completely in the dark. Taoist Youfang only inherited a few spells and magic weapon refining and two pills, and did not even have any side door mental methods..."
“Before I awakened my wisdom, my comprehension was not that good either. I only learned a few tricks… For a cultivator facing ordinary martial artists, it’s actually just a matter of magic power. There’s no need to use any magic formulas… My original body was a little careless, so I was chopped down by Yin Qiuxian… Well, if it weren’t for this, I’m afraid I wouldn’t be able to awaken now…”
Fang Xian released a gray and black mixed magic power, which transformed into all kinds of illusions in the outside world, and he successfully mastered several sleight of hand techniques.
After all, his aptitude and foundation at this time were already at Yin Qiuxian's level, so naturally, he could do it with ease.
"The magic spells of Taoist Youfang are only these few illusions and the Five Ghosts Moving Spell. The Moving Spell requires restraints to subdue wronged souls and evil spirits. I don't have the right materials at hand at the moment, so it's not a big deal to practice this spell. It's still a bit troublesome to perform. But I can refine the five ghosts onto a banner and make it into a magic weapon, the 'Five Ghosts Banner'. When I wave the banner, the five ghosts will obey me..."
"If I want to achieve immortality in this world, I will have to discard this mixed magic power and start over sooner or later. Now I don't have to practice hard every day. Maybe I can refine a few magic tools for self-defense. After all, among cultivators , realm is not everything. If I have a few good magic tools, I will have the confidence to compete with and even kill the monks of Yanfa and even Fuzhong. If I have a flying sword... forget it, with my magic power, I'm afraid I can't control it..."
"It's time to find the right opportunity..."
There is no telling how many immortal caves and legacy there are in the vast mountains, but most of them have owners, and either they have not yet been born, or they have already been destined to be with someone.
Fang Xian didn't go before because he knew he couldn't force it, and going would only bring trouble.
"But now... I am the leader of the Three Immortals and Two Heroes! I have great blessings and the Shushan Sword Sect as my backer. There is a lot of destiny in my fate!"
This is also the reason why he doesn't want to go to Shushan Sword Sect. As for inheriting magic weapons or something, maybe there are better ones left behind by the senior immortals out there.
Although being a casual cultivator is hard, it is free and easy. Why should you stay low and humble in a sect?
Fang Xian immediately used the "Turtle Yao Blood Gua" to calculate and found that he had an opportunity in the south. He immediately dressed as a Taoist priest and headed south.
The human world where he was at this time was under the jurisdiction of the Daqian court.
We went south for more than half a month and arrived at Luzhou.
Fang Xian now only had the little money he got from Yin Qiuxian, and he didn't have any treasure bags or anything like that. His master had sacrificed his life just to refine a 'Five Yin Pocket'.
After living in the mountains for a long time, I began to miss the hustle and bustle of the world.
He entered the city, found an inn to stay in, and secretly pondered how to refine a few magical weapons.
The magical instruments used by practitioners require various rare and precious materials, which are difficult to collect.
Now seeing a big city, Fang Xian suddenly felt itchy and wanted to learn from the Taoist priest Youfang and do something stupid.
"But in a city as big as this, there may be many masters of gaming. I don't want to end up like my master..."
While I was thinking about it, it was dark outside, but there was no curfew. Instead, lanterns were hung everywhere and many tourists appeared from nowhere. I couldn't help but feel surprised, so I called the waiter to ask about it.
"Sir, you have come at the perfect time..." The waiter said with a smile, "On the first and fifteenth day of every month in our city, we lift the curfew and hold a temple fair. Quite a few merchants from all over the world come here."
"Oh? Then I'd like to see it for myself."
Fang Xian tipped the waiter, washed off his previous fatigue and dust, changed into a new Taoist robe, and walked out of the inn.
The sky is dotted with stars and the streets are brightly lit. There are indeed many more stalls and tourists, which adds a unique charm.
He didn't expect to come across anything good, he just wanted to stroll around and relax, and experience the different scenery of the two worlds.
Suddenly, there was a commotion ahead and a man was thrown out of the pawnshop.
"You rascal...are you here to tease me?"
The thugs made a "Puh" sound, and when they saw people standing around and watching, they raised their voices and said, "Five copper coins, you think you can take them as five taels of silver? Why don't you just rob them?"
After saying that, he threw five copper coins on the ground.
After all, we are opening a business and we cannot give people a bad impression of bullying, so we must explain the whole story clearly.
"So that's how it is!" The people around nodded, and any previous thoughts of standing up for the injustice disappeared.
Some locals even laughed and said, "Isn't this the scoundrel Bai San? His family used to have a good fortune, but when it came to his generation, they indulged in eating, drinking, whoring and gambling, and squandered it all..."
The people around him looked at him with even more contempt.
"This... this is my ancestral treasure..." Bai San stiffened his neck and said, "My father said... I wouldn't trade it for anything."
"Ha ha!"
Others thought he was trying to blackmail people and laughed.
The excitement gradually faded away.
However, Fang Xian, looking at the copper coins on the ground, felt something in his heart.
When Bai San stood up, he went forward and pulled him back: "Let me see the copper coin, maybe I will buy it."
"In that case..." Bai San actually didn't have much hope in his heart: "I'll show you!"
Hand a copper coin to Fang Xian.
This copper coin is of ordinary style, round on the outside and square on the inside, brass in color, with four seal characters "Qian Yuan Tong Bao" engraved on the front. It seems to have been handled for a long time and has a layer of moist patina, but that's all.
Fang Xian [Dongxuan Eye] took a look and felt that it was extraordinary. He immediately had an idea in his mind: "This thing... may really be a treasure."
He looked at Bai San and smiled: " Five taels of silver, will you sell it? If not, I'll leave."
"Sell! Of course!"
Bai San rarely met a sucker, so when he saw Fang Xian taking out a large amount of silver, he quickly agreed, fearing that Fang Xian would go back on his word.
How much are these five copper coins worth?
He had already been to several pawnshops and was severely demoted by the Grand Chancellor, so he had long lost hope in the "heirloom".
Fang Xian, on the other hand, hurried back to the inn, looking at the five copper coins in his hand, a smile , knowing that he had picked up a bargain: "Is this the feeling of being blessed with a treasure that falls into your arms? In this world... being the child of destiny is really cool."
