Chapter 5 Chaos Treasure, Creation First

Fang Daoming thought for a moment and then followed the python into the mountain forest. Gradually darkened, and after three quarters, a snake came to a narrow cave. At this time, although the sunrise was not long ago, the woods were dense, covering the sky and the sun, and the light nearby was also dim.

"What did you bring me here? You don't want to take the opportunity to harm me, do you?" Fang Dao is open and secretly vigilant.

"The immortal is angry, and the little snake dares not. This cave is only the residence of the little snake, and the treasure is hidden in the cave. Please follow the little snake."

After saying that, the python drilled into the narrow hole, and Fang Dao scolded openly and secretly. This was obviously a snake hole, but he asked me to drill and wanted to learn skills. What a stupid snake.

This python is at best just a little demon, and it is not open to its intelligence. How to understand people's minds. Fortunately, Fang Daoming is still young and short, and he can barely enter.

Fang Daoming's hands and feet were used together. As the python climbed for a while, the light in the cave was dark, but the phosphorus light was occasionally placed on the wall of the cave. Coupled with this year's hard work, Fang Daoming's eyesight improved, and he could also see a blur.

With less than a cup of tea, the bottom of the cave has been seen, and the space is much wider, which is only enough for Fang Daoming to half squat and sit, and there is a night pearl, shining brightly, and the square area is clearly visible.

"Wait for a moment, and the little snake went to get the treasure."

The python swam to one side and quickly brought a black stick-like object.

Fang Daoming took the treasure and found that it was a scroll. The appearance was dark, cold and heavy. I don't know what it was made of.

"Is this the treasure you mentioned?"

"I dare not deceive the immortals. It is this treasure that was inadvertently obtained by the little snake when it drilled the hole one day. If the immortal likes it, it will be given to the immortal."

"So, thank you very much."

Fang Daoming lowered his head and answered, opening the scroll. Suddenly, a huge, ancient and desolate breath rushed towards me, instantly filling the whole cave, as if it had crossed endless time and space, and suddenly emerged, almost suffocating, trembling, frightening, trembling and awe from the deepest part of the soul.

"Shangxian, don't!" The python was shocked and curled up motionless.

Fang Daoming immediately covered the scroll and curled up to the ground, trembling while taking a deep breath.

"Why is this ancient scroll so powerful? What is its origin? Isn't it a disaster?" Fang Daoming gasped and thought about it. If it hadn't been for the faster reaction just now, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

"Shangxian, it seems that this scroll is extraordinary. We can't act rashly." The python gradually calmed down.

"You can't act rashly, so what are you sending me to?" Fang Daoming is sure that this scroll is by no means an ordinary treasure. Today, he gets it by himself and will never fall into the hands of others again.

The python shook its big head and hesitated, "The little snake heard that all the treasures of heaven and earth are predestined to live in. Today, the little snake can meet the immortal. It seems that the immortal is the predestined person. They all say that treasures need blood to recognize the Lord to establish a physical and soul connection. Why don't the immortals have a try."

Fang Dao is clearly and secretly good. Although he is smart, after all, he is young and has a wide range of knowledge. He can't compare with this giant python.

When Daoming bit his finger, a large drop of blood dripped into the strange scroll. The scroll suddenly burst into golden light and instantly turned into a streamer into Fang Daoming's body and disappeared. Fang Daoming felt shocked and collapsed to the ground.

This scared the giant python next to him. Fortunately, Fang Daoming still had a breath, but he was temporarily in a coma, so he was relieved.

When Fang Daoming returned to the library again, it was the morning three days later. After three days and nights in a coma, he suddenly woke up. His eyes were strange. He taught the python a breath-inductive formula and hurriedly turned around. Fortunately, he was not dazzling in the Confucian garden, and no one cares about it after disappearing for two or three days.

The night was quiet and silent, but Fang Daoming had no intention of sleeping. He sat alone in the library, listened to the silence around him, and his mind became lively.

But when he saw his right index finger gently frown, he meditated in his heart: "Chaotic creation!" The disappeared ancient scroll appeared in his hands again.

Fang Daoming spread out his trembling hands to spread out the ancient scrolls, gently and slowly, as if he were still in a dream.

Three days ago, the ancient scroll was recognized by its blood, hidden into its body, completely integrated with it, and never again began to be so ancient desolate, with infinite pressure.

I don't know what kind of material the ancient scroll is made of, like paper, like silk, like gold but not gold, soft and tough. The ancient scroll is completely spread out, and its back is hazy, like earthy yellow and blue-gray. It is in the middle of a nine-story ancient tower. Looking closely, the shape is very simple and simple. The top of the tower is square, and there is nothing exquisite. The strangest thing is that in addition to the second and third floors of the nine-story ancient tower are solids, the other bottom layer and its upper six layers. They are all shadows. The front of the scroll is even more strange. A figure sits on a disk, as if it is devoted to cultivation. Around the shadow, there are eight things in all directions, but in the picture scroll, including the shadow, are all blurred virtual shadows. Fang Daoming thought about it for a long time before he vaguely recognized that the four things were : Ding, hall, sword, seal, and the other four pieces are unrecognizable.

Fang Daoming rubbed and muttered to himself: "Hongmeng immortal formula, heaven and earth imperial law, what kind of Taoism magic power is this? Is it more powerful than Haoran's righteous formula?"

Three days of integration and three days of perception, Fang Daoming has a certain understanding of this ancient picture scroll. This ancient picture scroll not only records an ancient Taoist magic power, but also has many changes, can be large and small, can be hidden, can accommodate everything, and can be separated from time and space.

"No matter how much it is, you can't practice Haoran's righteousness formula anyway. Let's practice the Hongmeng fairy formula first. As for the other secrets, we will slowly explore them later." Fang Daoming made up his mind and did not reveal this ancient treasure to anyone, including Zhan Qianyu. Fortunately, he was the only one in the library, and his uncle also had no news, which was just suitable for him to practice.

During the day, Fang Daoming still went to Houshan Zhulin Jinghu Lake to practice as usual. When the night was quiet, he hid into the ancient picture scroll and continued to practice hard. At this time, the humanoid shadow in the picture scroll will change from virtual to real, mysterious and wonderful.

Day after day, year after year, no matter the wind, rain, thunder and lightning, and the frost on both shoulders, Fang Daoming's hard practice has never been interrupted. The foundation of Taoism is getting thicker and thicker, and the Taoist heart is getting stronger and stronger. However, the skill practice has changed from the original qi formula to the Hongmeng immortal formula, the law of heaven and the law of heaven and earth.

The so-called mountain has no armor, and you don't know how to know the years. What's more, Confucian Garden, a beautiful place of heaven and earth, does not realize the passage of time. Fang Daoming's children have also gradually grown up and are full of calculations. It is the sixth year of Confucianism.

This winter, the snow was very early, and the whole mountain was covered with silver and white.

On this day, Fang Dao came to Houshan tomorrow morning. Today is the day he made an appointment to meet Zhan Qianyu. Five years ago, the two agreed to meet here every three months, contact each other, exchange experience, and compare with each other if it is convenient. Of course, Fang Daoming is defeated every time.

Fang Daoming recited the formula silently and shook his hand, and a giant python rolled to the ground. It was the timid snake he met here.

Since he began to practice the Hongmeng fairy formula and the imperial law of heaven and earth, and figured out some ways, he taught it and included it in the ancient picture scroll. On the one hand, to prevent others from being found and hurting his life, and on the other hand, it was more conducive to cultivation. This giant python is the blood of a real dragon, which is quite spiritual. He knows that Fang Daoming is an unseeable noble man in his life. He is loyal to him and teaches him. He has been diligently. Over the past few years, his cultivation has been refined, and his figure alone has nearly doubled.

"Tengyun, I have something to do today. You can find someone else to practice." Fang Daoming gave the giant python a meaningful name, hoping that it could break the dragon one day.

The clouds disappeared for a moment, and a figure appeared in the distance and approached quickly.

"Doming!" The person who came was Zhan Qianyu.

In several years, Zhan Qianyu has faded, his heroic spirit is beginning to appear, his hair is high, the heavenly court is full, his sword eyebrows and stars are full, and between his eyebrows are full of agility. As the most outstanding disciple of the Confucian garden in the past 100 years, Zhan Qianyu has his proud capital: only six years of study has been in the late stage of condensation. Even Li Zhen, the first disciple of the Confucian garden, has never been so fast. Whenever his master Kong hermit mentions this disciple, he is always happy. In the past six years, he has tried his best to use all kinds of elixirs to improve his magic power. As for all kinds of unique learning and magical powers, he has been taught with all kinds of money. Of course, his cultivation is also strict and almost harsh.

Zhan Qianyu is also very sensible. He has always been strict with himself, lenient to others, and has good manners. He is quite low-key and is deeply loved by his disciples.

"Qianyu, I haven't seen you for months, and your cultivation has been refined again. I heard that you have entered the late stage of condensation. You are also the first person in the Confucian Garden in the past 100 years. Congratulations."

"Thank you, don't be discouraged. As long as you keep working hard, you can quickly enter the later stage of condensation." Zhan Qianyu knew that Fang Daoming's cultivation was progressing slowly and comforted him.

Fang Daoming smiled helplessly. He knew his own affairs. I don't know whether it was the reason for his lack of cultivation or the reason for his skills. He has been practicing Hongmeng immortal formula and the imperial law of heaven and earth for more than five years, but his realm always seems to stay in the early stage of condensation and can't refine half a step, let alone practice some powerful Taoism and gods. It's through.

He has long been familiar with its formulas. With his understanding, these are only one-two of the complete sets of formulas, but even if these ten-two are the foundation-building part, extensive, profound and self-contained, enough for him to practice for many years. As for the other parts of the formula, Fang Daoming has been exploring the ancient scroll for five years, which is still unknown.

"Qian Yu, let's go to the back mountain today." Fang Daoming said that the mountain is the mountain behind Haoshan.

Zhan Qianyu frowned: "I heard from the master that the back mountain is a dangerous place. There are many fierce beasts and poisonous insects. It's really not a perfect solution for us to run to play."

"Let's just be careful. Besides, now that the mountain is sealed with heavy snow, the general fierce beasts do not hide in the cave to hibernate. We only need to practice on the periphery, on the one and second, if we occasionally encounter weak and fierce beasts, we can also catch them and use them to practice alchemy.

Zhan Qianyu was very moved when he heard this. After all, his childlike innocence was not lost, and he learned a full of skills and had nowhere to use it. It was inevitable that it was a pity.

So the two went out of the Confucian garden, crossed the Eagle Sadness, and went straight to the back mountain.