Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 748
Dialect was still suspicious, Wu Chanming's voice came again, but this time it was much clearer and brighter: "Dialect, these miasmas of witchcraft are of no use to you, come in and talk first. "

As Wu Chanming's voice fell, Fang Yan noticed a wave of fluctuation around the high platform, the gray mist churned slightly, and the gray mist on the side of the high platform faded, revealing a corridor more than ten feet wide. The next time there were huge pillars standing upright, and one could vaguely see the sculptures of monsters on the pillars. With just one glance, Fang Yan remembered the situation in the barren tomb of the ancestor of the witch, the ancient Kui beast. The same goes for sculpture.

The fluctuations continued, Fang Yan jumped off the high platform, walked along the long corridor, and at the same time released his spiritual sense to explore the surroundings, and soon Fang Yan found that his spiritual sense was more able to explore here than in other places in the Xuanlan Domain. The source of the longer distance is actually because after my Fan Jue body forging technique circulated, the surrounding gray fog was affected by the surrounding gray mist, which was called Wu Miasma by Senior Wu Chanming.

The scene behind the gray mist that was still blurred in his eyes became much clearer in the investigation of his spiritual consciousness. What surprised Dialect even more was that this was not like a place of a sect. But the reputation is prominent in the ears of many high-level monks in Xuanlan's domain, even if there have been many guesses about the dialect, they would not have thought that the clan of the Wuzhi clan would be so depressed.

As far as the consciousness can reach, there is no movement of a monk, only many tall stone tablets and statues scattered around. There are many strange patterns on them, which are the unique techniques of the Wu tribe that I have seen in dialects, and the way that Wu Chanming left for me. The runes come from the same source.

Dialect walked at a steady pace, and after a while, he saw a simple and vigorous hall at the end of the corridor, which was different from many sect halls that Dialect had seen. The stone pillars and slabs supported the entire hall, revealing an aura of primitive game.

Such a simple hall, but Fang Yan didn't underestimate it at all. The moment the hall was revealed, Fang Yan felt an unknown power sweeping over him, and this power was beyond what Fang Yan could bear. The limit even made Fang Yan think of quitting immediately, but this power was fleeting and did not reappear, and Fang Yan used his spiritual sense to detect, but found nothing, making Fang Yan inevitably a little startled.

When he finally got close, Dialect saw that the outer wall of the entire stone hall was covered with carved graphic patterns. The technique was a bit clumsy, like ancient rock paintings, with a unique flavor. There were hunting scenes in the pictures, and dozens of people were hunting one. There are monsters in the shape of giant elephants, and there are also picnics and carnivals. More people sing and dance around a bonfire. Even Dialect was taken aback by this giant eye, and his heart tightened, but when he looked again, he found that the previous feeling had long since disappeared, and it was just an ordinary picture.

Fang Yan became more and more cautious in his heart. Everything in this Wu Clan land seemed so mysterious and weird. The patterns in front of him were nothing. I found that my spiritual consciousness couldn't get into it at all, and a formation that I couldn't sense at all cut off all my spiritual consciousness. It is also difficult for a great monk to have such an arrangement. In an instant, this quaint and simple hall reminded dialect of his feelings when he was in the Demon Locking Tower or the Demon Suppressing Palace.

I have to study the dialect more carefully, and suddenly I heard Wu Chanming's voice again: "Dialect, I didn't expect you to make such progress so quickly."

A door suddenly appeared in the originally closed hall, and a figure flashed out from it. It was Wu Chanming, the distracted monk of the Wu tribe who invited Dialect to the land of the Wu tribe.

"Fang Yan has met senior." Originally, he came for an appointment. When he saw Wu Chanming, Fang Yan immediately bowed his hands and saluted, but after saluting, Fang Yan raised his eyes to look at Wu Chanming in front of him, but showed a bit of surprise. For hundreds of years, Wu Chanming in front of him is much older than before. It is normal for ordinary people to age, but Wu Chanming is a great monk who is distracted. Unless the deadline is approaching, even thousands of years, he should not It is only right that this happens, and it is absolutely impossible for Wu Chanming to die.

Sensing the surprised expression of the dialect, Wu Chanming had no intention of explaining, but just looked up and down the dialect for a moment, with a look of relief or satisfaction on his face, and after a short pause, he said, "Go in and talk." After finishing speaking , the first step into the portal.

Dialect followed behind and entered this mysterious hall. The entire hall was hundreds of feet in size, empty in the middle, and there was still no monk atmosphere. After sweeping over, except for a dozen stone pillars engraved with various patterns, there was only A round platform in the center, seeing the round platform in the center, dialect eyes paused for a while, and couldn't help but look a few more times, except for the lack of that giant eye, the altar in front of him and the pattern on the outer wall of the hall exactly the same.

Taoist Wu Chanming did not approach the round platform with his dialect, and walked far away to the side of the main hall. After a while, the two of them stepped back and forth through a door, entered a stone room, and went out to a stone table. Nothing else.

Wu Chanming first sat cross-legged on the side of the stone table, raised his eyes to look at the dialect and said, "brother dialect, sit down and try my witch clan's witch-gu tea. It's a coincidence that I just refined a little yesterday. It's rare. Outsiders have this blessing."

Fang Yan didn't expect Wu Chanming to be so elegant, so he suppressed the question he wanted, and sat down cross-legged. Originally, when they were in Tianxingzong, the two were friends of the same generation, and Fang Yan still called himself "brother" when he heard Wu Chanming. He was not polite anymore, and immediately said: "Witch Gu scented tea? I haven't heard of it, but if you want to talk, brother, just don't be stingy." It doesn't matter if you are distracted or looking for the fire. It's an hour and a half away.

"Haha, this one is difficult. Witch Gu scented tea has a taste only when it is brewed and drunk immediately. It will dissipate within a few days. You want more, but you don't have it. But if you really want to drink it, as long as you come I am here, ready for you at any time."

With a laugh, Wu Chanming waved his hands, and a set of tea sets appeared on the stone table. It seemed that the Wu clan was the best at refining magic weapons from all kinds of bones. Even this set of tea sets was made from the bones of unknown monsters. It's just that this set of tea sets seems to be of a higher grade. Dialect actually sensed the aura of mid-grade aura from the teacup and teacup. Thinking about the fact that the bone stick was a little higher than this, Wu Chan Ming was also tricked by the three of the red bald men, and the dialect felt a little weird.

"Don't look at me like that. This set of magic weapon was passed down from the ancestors of the Wu clan. If you want to drink Wugu tea, you can use it to have a taste." Dao hand formula, a faint fire breath surrounds the tea set, and starts to warm the cup to make tea, using its own real fire to cook tea, and only monks who are very good at this way can do this, but dialect has also used real fire to dry After a lot of irrelevant things, there is no strange expression.

Back then, when he was a pawnbroker before stepping into the world of cultivation, Dialect also liked to drink tea and make tea. After entering the world of cultivation, he was busy with cultivation, but he seldom had such interest. , Contains a certain rhythm of tea-cooking techniques, some thoughts flashed in the dialect suddenly, there are no rules and regulations in the whole process of cultivation, it is the most common tea-cooking technique, look at Wu Chan's concocting techniques, it actually contains some kind of heavenly way in it.

After a while, the tea set was warmed up, and Wu Chanming swiped his finger, and a ball of red and black objects imprisoned by the formation talisman was thrown into the teapot in an instant, and then a gourd magic weapon appeared in Wu Chanming's hand, and a stream of clear water flowed out shot into the teapot.

After a while, a ray of fragrance escaped, and dialect, who squinted his eyes slightly, shook his head before drinking tea, and praised: "good tea."

"Whether it's really good or not won't be known until after tasting it, brother, please." Wu Chanming waved his hand, and a teacup flew to Fang Yan.

(End of this chapter)