Demonic Cultivation in a Mountain Village

The young monk looked wary, "Who are you? How could you suddenly be behind me!"

Fang Lin suppressed his smile, "That's not important. What's important is that someone asked you to come here to buy a mortal weapon. Am I right?"

The little monk finally realized the trouble. This thing was weird!

The other party was so detail-oriented that he told all the facts in just a few words!

Moreover, the other party's ghostly movement seems to be even more bizarre...

Fang Lin shook his head and smiled when he saw this, "Go ahead and tell the president of Pill Paradise not to disturb the old man."

The young monk was shocked, "What did you say? Tell... the president?"

Fang Lin glanced at him and said, "Just tell him."

After the words fell, Fang Lin stood up and passed by the young monk.

Passing by the door of the shop, Fang Lin took a look inside.

In the store, except for the walls on both sides, the middle was no longer empty. Instead, there was a sword stand, with the sword Fang Lin gave him high on it.

Fang Lin couldn't help but shake his head.

No wonder the little monk had a strange expression when he came out.

The young monk looked at Fang Lin's back, and then at the ordinary-looking shop in front of him, feeling the mystery of this shop more and more.

Not simple, not simple!

The young monk took a deep breath and quickly turned around and walked quickly towards the elixir paradise.

This matter must be told to the president as soon as possible!

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Diagonally opposite the shop is the big house where Fang Lin stopped last night.

In front of the house, Fang Lin stopped and knocked on the door.

Soon, someone opened the door. Apparently, it was a boy.

Fang Lin didn't want to talk nonsense, and he showed a little aura.

The boy was stunned, with a horrified look on his face, "Sir... what are your orders?"

Fang Lin spoke lightly,

"Who is the owner of the house? Call him out!"

The boy nodded his head and ran towards the inside, forgetting to close the door.

Fang Lin walked towards the small courtyard. Of course, he didn't go deep, he just looked around the area at the door.

From a simple glance, this small courtyard looks pretty good. It's antique, decorated with plants and trees, but doesn't look pedantic and boring. Everything is just right.

After a while, Fang Lin came out of the house and walked all the way back to the inn.

Anyway, it's very close.

A few days later, there was a knock on Fang Lin's door. It was the boy who opened the door that day.

That house was already vacant, and Fang Lin paid some spirit stones to buy it.

In fact, Fang Lin had already bought the house on the spot. The owner was naturally reluctant at first, but due to Fang Lin's status as a monk, he did not dare to show it too obviously.

But when Fang Lin gave a generous price, the owner immediately became happy.

They even went to find someone to renovate the spare house, and replaced all the furniture and furnishings with brand new ones.

Fang Lin felt that the other party was quite thoughtful and gave him some more spiritual stones on the spot.

Anyway, it's just a small private yard. If you give more, it won't cost much.

To Fang Lin, it was just drizzle, not painful or itchy at all.

Fang Lin stood up and walked out of the inn, and came to the house again.

The plaque above has been replaced, with the word Fangfu written on it.

Fang Lin nodded when he saw this. He looked pretty good, like an ordinary person.

The courtyard is not very big, with a total of one front hall, one main room, and two side rooms, and that's it.

On the contrary

In the courtyard, there are several old trees planted and some flowers are blooming. In addition, the decorations like pavilions and pavilions everywhere are very tasteful.

Fang Lin stood in the courtyard, looking up at the sky, then shook his head and smiled after a moment.

This place is quiet and no one will disturb you.

There seems to be nothing wrong with choosing here.

Fang Lin began to meditate.

There is still some reserve of divine liquid, so the child will support Fang Lin for a while. In retreat, cultivation will still be the main focus.

Cultivation is Fang Lin's real flaw.

In addition to cultivation, that is the way of swordsmanship!

Fang Lin still vividly remembers the feeling of cutting off the purple-haired man with a sword that day.

Fang Lin has been trying to find that feeling, but unfortunately, it has always lost its taste. On the contrary, his cultivation has begun to get better.

Long before this incident, Fang Lin was already on the verge of reaching the late stage of the Divine Palace Realm, but he just missed the mark.

During this life-and-death crisis, Fang Lin's cultivation level also invisibly improved slightly.

So, a few days later, a shocking aura suddenly rose in Fang Lin's courtyard!

However, as soon as this breath spread out of the room, it quickly dissipated in the courtyard.

After a while, the door opened and Fang Lin walked out, looking slightly excited.

Late stage of Shenfu!

When he reaches the Divine Palace Realm, he will definitely be able to fight against the Divine Soul Realm.

Even in the middle stage of Soul Soul, or even in the late stage, Fang Lin thought that at least he would not be killed so easily!

Divine Palace Realm!

Fang Lin secretly clenched his fists.

Not long after, Fang Lin walked out of the courtyard. On the street, there was the same noisy crowd as before.

Fang Lin walked towards the tavern again. The waiter was already very familiar with it.

Lin opened his mouth and served a jar of soju and a table of side dishes as usual.

In front of the familiar seat, Fang Lin turned his head and looked out the window.

The wine was very strong, just like the sunset outside, the vast areas were dim and as magnificent as burning.

Fang Lin had no expression on his face, and even occasionally smiled silently, but he was thinking about the past few years in his heart.

Days like this lasted for a long, long time.

On this day, Fang Lin went out again and suddenly saw some people gathering not far away.

Fang Lin looked over and found that it was actually the people in the small shop who were surrounding him.

Fang Lin frowned. Could it be that he was staring at that small shop again?

But it must have been a while since Fang Lin went there last time!

Fang Lin stepped forward and walked directly into the store.

"I said Mr. Chang, this sword of mine is really not for sale. It is the treasure of the shop. I use it to gain feng shui! Moreover, this sword was given by a friend. Old man, I have never Never thought of selling it!”

Before he even entered, Fang Lin heard the sounds coming from inside.

Fang Lin couldn't help but frowned slightly, already knowing what was going on.

When he walked in, there was indeed an unusually dressed young man in the store. He was young, but the expression on his face was very arrogant, with a somewhat arrogant attitude.

"Old man, you are lucky that I can take a fancy to the things from this shabby shop like yours! It's fine if you're not grateful, but you don't even want to sell it to me!"

"Stop talking nonsense, I want this sword, it's settled!"

When the old man saw Fang Lin coming in, his eyes changed slightly.

The rightful owner is here!

The old man was very smart, but now he no longer tried to persuade me earnestly.

Seeing this, the young master turned around to leave. He saw Fang Lin coming in and glanced at Fang Lin one more time.