Chapter 3 Cultivation

Realist? Zhang Yan shook his head. He really didn't know.

Fu Mandong brewed for a while before saying, "The so-called practitioners are a group of people who do not want to be bound by life, old age, illness and death, and are eager to change their lives against the sky and even turn into immortals. These people understand the heavenly way by practicing various skills, and constantly beat the limits of the body and soul..."

Fu Mandong patiently introduced to Zhang Yan about the reconstructed architecture and the world in which he was located.

The village where Zhang Yan lived was located in the ancient Liangwu Kingdom, adjacent to the Wanzhong Mountains in northern Xinjiang.

There is only a vast continent on the ancient star, surrounded by endless sea. In addition to Liang Wuguo, there are several other relatively large countries and countless small countries on this continent. And some rare deserts, swamps, forbidden places... It is said that there are also vast sections such as mid-earth, the East China Sea, and the southern wilderness thousands of miles away in northern Xinjiang.

On this continent, mortals and practitioners coexist. Mortal people account for the vast majority of the population, while practitioners have only a small base.

Most practitioners live in mountains and valleys full of aura. Of course, it is not ruled out some practitioners who like to live and practice in the world.

Most of the practitioners are attached to sects and clans. Some large sects often have thousands of disciples, small sects with more than 100 people, and some particularly large sects even reach tens of thousands! However, because there are not many blessed places with aura suitable for the survival of sects, the number of sects is much less than that of clans.

The clan practitioners rely on the skills handed down by their ancestors. They are almost passed down from generation to generation and reject outsiders, which has great limitations. This determines that their strength cannot be compared with some Xiuzhen sects that have been passed down for thousands of years.

But the clan has the advantage of the clan, which is rooted in the world. Almost any clan has a certain economic monopoly ability, and they can often spend a lot of money to get the goods and materials needed for practice from ordinary people. Even some ancient families have survived for thousands of years, and their background is beyond the reach of some sects...

......

Zhang Yan silently chewed and digested this huge amount of strange information, and gradually had a confused outline of the world of cultivation.

After Fu Dongliu finished speaking, he carefully observed the teenager sitting opposite him.

The teenager's thin and beautiful face was thinking about coloring at this time, and a pair of clear and divine eyes were sometimes chaotic and sometimes clear. It seems that for him, these news are tantamount to a blockbuster, setting off a huge wave in the bottom of his heart.

Fu Dongliu is not in a hurry. The reason why he told Zhang Yan all this is half because of his hard work** and half because he has his own plan.

He doesn't think it's wrong to tell Zhang Yan everything about Xiuzhen. At this time, let the other party understand some common sense of the cultivation world, and you can also be less resistant to panic in your own actions in the future.

As for causing Zhang Yan's interest in Xiuzhen, Fu Dongliu doesn't care. Xiuzhen is not a joke. Who is willing to struggle in front of heaven without great perseverance?

Knowing that Xiuzhen and stepping on Xiuzhen are two different things, which are not the same.

Zhang Yan thought for a while, and finally digested all the information, restrained his mind, stared at Fu Dongliu and said, "If I guess correctly, Fu Bo is also a true practice."

Fu Dongliu smiled and said, "Of course, tell my nephew that I is one of the elders of the Luoxia Mountain family, and I have been practicing for more than 300 years."

A strange color flashed in Zhang Yan's eyes and said in surprise, "Looking at Fu Bo's prime, is it really because of cultivation?"

Fu Mandong laughed and said, "Why, your nephew still doesn't believe in the ability of practitioners to prolong their lives and steal their lives?"

Zhang Yan squeezed his lips, pondered slightly, and said, "Believe!" In front of the living example, he can't help but believe it.

Fu Mandong looked at the calm and steady teenager in front of him and secretly praised his kindness in his heart!

He didn't know that Zhang Yan had been hunting in the wild forest since he was a child. What danger had never encountered? Naturally, he developed the habit of not being surprised.

Fu Mandong smiled and said, "Since you believe, your nephew should understand the purpose of my coming here, right?"

"For the exquisite pagoda!" Zhang Yan said without thinking.

Fu Mandong looked excited and laughed and said, "Yes, according to the scene of the exquisite pagoda resounding through the world and the scene you described, it should be the legendary spiritual treasure!"

"Lingbao appears in the world, such a big vision of heaven and earth, I'm afraid there will be many practitioners this time!"

Zhang Yan knows from Fu Dongliu that the weapons used by practitioners are divided into magic weapons, spiritual weapons, treasure weapons, mysterious treasures, spiritual treasures and other levels from the bottom to the top. Dharma weapons are the most common, and spiritual treasures are the most rare.

And Lingbao, in the whole continent's cultivation world, is only a few. Unexpectedly, the exquisite pagoda seen in the mountain that day turned out to be a spiritual treasure!

Zhang Yan brushed his thoughts and found that since Lingbao was so rare, why didn't he go into the mountain quickly and live in my house instead?

Thinking of this, Zhang Yan couldn't help but feel nervous. Although Fu Bo was kind-looking, it was hard to guarantee that he would not do anything against him.

"Why didn't Fu Bo go to the mountain to take out the pagoda first? Aren't you afraid that other practitioners will come to rob it?" After all, Zhang Yan held down his nervousness and asked.

Fu Mandong glanced at Zhang Yan, smiled faintly, and sighed softly, "I can't help it, not to mention..."

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When he came back from the mountain, Zhang Yan's bow and iron knife were very worn.

Don't pay Mandong for the time being. Zhang Yan left home with a worn bow knife and walked to the iron shop in the east of the village. While walking, he thought about everything Fu Mandong said.

For the truth, Zhang Yan was just surprised for a while and gradually accepted it. After all, he is a teenager and always accepts new things quickly.

Of course, Zhang Yan couldn't help but yearn for the psychic's ability.

Colorful and powerful magic weapon!

Drive the clouds and fly thousands of miles!

The ability to destroy the sky and the earth!

Extold your life and coexist freely with the sky!

......

These all caused a deep shock and ** in his heart.

It's like a seed buried in the heart, rooting and sprouting over time...

When he remembered that Fu Mandong did not go to get the treasure and lived in his home, Zhang Yan was still puzzled, "I can't help it, not to mention..."

Is there any unspeakable secret?

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"Hey, you stinky boy, why are you empty-handed? I heard that you hit a big wild boar."

A rough sound sounded in his ear, and Zhang Yan was awakened in an instant before he found that he had unconsciously walked to the iron shop.

It was Zhang Dahong, who was talking shirtless by the fire. Hong Daquan's skin is dark and strong. Maybe it's because of his perennial iron strike, and there are many small scars on his face. At this time, he was sweating and looking at Zhang Yan with a smile while beating the iron.

Zhang Yan took down the iron knife on his back, threw it by the stove, squeezed his mouth and said, "I can't entertain you this time. There is a guest living at home. I have to take good care of him."

Hong Daquan heard this, put down the hammer in his hand and said in surprise, "Your family also went to the guests. How many did you go? My mother-in-law suddenly brought three back and said that she would stay for a period of time.

Zhang Yan was stunned and said to himself that he was probably the same practitioners as Fu Bo. "When did those three people in your family come here?"

Hong Daquan waved the hammer again and beat the iron. Hearing the words, he casually said, "Is it just last night? In the middle of the night, the mother-in-law brought back three men, which made me think. I almost beat her at that time, haha."

Zhang Yan also smiled, "Why don't you beat him? I guess someone must have sent you money and things, right? Otherwise, with your Lao Hong's temper, you have to make trouble.

Hong Daquan curled his lips and looked pout. "That depends on the situation. If I covet the beauty of my mother-in-law, I will beat him with a hammer!" But you haven't seen my family come to take three people. They are rich and beautiful, white and clean, and they are very generous. They don't look like bad people.

Zhang Yan thought that these three people came to the village last night. Didn't they come earlier than Fu Dongliu? They also chose to board in the village. Is there anything hidden?

After calming his mind, Zhang Yan decided not to care about so much and thought about it. It had nothing to do with himself. At present, he smiled at Hong Daquan and said, "It's not money that bought you. All right, don't talk nonsense. Let me use your mule tomorrow. I'm going to the town.

Hearing Zhang Yan talk about money buying him again, Zhang Dahong couldn't help shouting, "Da shit money, bullshit buying, your second uncle is that kind of person. Humph, pull away, mule. If you and your second uncle are the same, I, Lao Hong, won't lend it to you at all!"

Zhang Yan smiled helplessly. This can't be refuted. The second uncle's habit is indeed like this, but he knows that Hong Daquan is not malicious and dares not delay any more. "Well, I'll take the mule away. Tomorrow I'll come back from the town to get these bows and arrows. Next time I invite you to try it."

"Okay, okay, let's go. When you have meat to eat, don't forget me, Lao Hong." Zhang Dahong waved his hand and hit the iron attentively without raising his head.

Zhang Yan led the mule home. I felt much more relaxed along the way.

It is a very pleasant thing to become a New Year's relationship with Zhang Dahong. Zhang Dahong helped repair the hunting tools, and Zhang Yan was responsible for hunting on the mountain. The two shared the prey they got. The division of labor is very clear. Zhang Dahong is a careless person, and Zhang Yan never cares about small profits. So this relationship has been well maintained. I don't know when the two began to do so, even now, even if the age difference between the two is almost 20 years old. His friendship is deep and cannot be understood by the villagers.

As for the practitioners, mountain visions, and exquisite pagodas, Zhang Yan feels that it has nothing to do with himself. This is something that those practitioners who call for wind and rain and are omnipotent should worry about.

Since it has nothing to do with you, what do you think about it?

With this mentality, Zhang Yan's tense nerves relaxed a lot.

When he got home, it was about to enter the night. After dinner, Zhang Yan wanted to know more about the news of the practitioners. Seeing that Fu Bo hurried into the room, he had to give up this plan.

At night, Zhang Yan lay on **, and sometimes flashed the visions in the mountains that day in his mind, and sometimes he remembered the world of cultivation mentioned by Fu Bo. My heart is turbulent and can't sleep for a long time.

"Creation? I want it too!"

Zhang Yan, who didn't know when he fell asleep, muttered to himself.