Cultivation Begins with Cultivating Spiritual Roots

"Since Mr. Fu is so sincere, in the future, if there are any good things, he will naturally trade them with this Wanbao shop."

Yang Buyi smiled at him and left the firm.

Going up with the sword, blending into the night.

After staying away from Dongfu City, he happily took out the brocade box containing the psychic wood.

Can't wait to shout:

"nourish!"

【Cultivating】

【Successfully cultivated】

[Other cultures]: 10-year-old psychic wood is upgraded to 30-year-old psychic wood

"Hey, it's done! The value of the item cultivated this time seems to be better than that of Cloud Wings. Such a 30-year-old psychic tree can sell for at least 700 spirit stones, which is a big profit."

Yang Buyi also learned about psychic wood in the book "Ordinary Cultivation World".

It can be used to construct teleportation arrays, but those that require more than a hundred years are considered consumables.

It can also be used to build a spirit gathering array. Generally, psychic wood over 20 years old can build a small spirit gathering array.

Great use, great natural value.

Yang Buyi satisfactorily played with it for a while, wiped the storage bag and put it away.

Then he took out a bottle of Yiyuan Dan, took out a pill, took it directly, the power of the medicine rolled down, and after half a cup of tea, it was all refined into the spiritual energy of the pill, filling the dantian.

Yang Buyi didn't care about it anymore, and let the spiritual vortex transform itself.

At this moment, Yu Jian is flying in the sky, and his cultivation base is constantly improving. This feeling of automatic cultivation makes Yang Buyi's heart agitated, and there is a sense of chic and ease in his heart.

At this moment, he can travel around, make friends, and cultivate immortality freely.

However, due to the limitations of his spiritual root, he can't be so willful. Although he has the foundation building technique, if he doesn't always use high-quality pills to assist his cultivation.

I'm afraid that when the deadline comes, you won't even be able to touch the shadow of the eighth level of Qi training.

There are not enough spiritual roots, so we can only collect resources!

Otherwise, Dajin is just a guillotine hanging above your head, which will make you die in peace.

Yang Buyi naturally understood in his heart.

At this moment, he saw the right direction and flew in the direction of Pingyang City.

Jingguo is huge, if you want to describe it, it is as big as three earths.

Dongfuzong, Qingyunmen, Immortal Valley.

These three sects of cultivating immortals occupy one side respectively and do not interfere with each other.

Although these secular lands are nominally under the jurisdiction of Jingguo, they are actually ruled by princes and local autonomy.

There is more or less the shadow of the Xiuzhen family behind it.

Pingyang City is located in the southwest of Dongfuzong. It is more than a thousand kilometers away from here.

Yang Buyi flew and stopped all the way, and arrived at Pingyang City on the second night.

As soon as he landed on the top of the city, a city guard quickly spotted him.

"Excuse me, is this an immortal from the Eastern Fu Sect?" He shouted respectfully, obviously recognizing Yang Buyi's clothes.

"Yes!" Yang Buyi was a little surprised when he was discovered as soon as he came down.

"Hurry up and inform the city lord that the immortals of the Eastern Fuzong Sect have come to get rid of ghosts."

A voice of surprise spread far away.

Yang Buyi was also respectfully invited to the City Lord's Mansion.

The gate of the city lord's mansion.

A middle-aged man dressed in Chinese clothes, with a slightly fat body and a dignified face has long been waiting here.

He paced back and forth and kept looking forward, with a look of sadness between his brows.

"City Lord, the Immortal Elder is here!"

"Immortal Elder!" The middle-aged man looked for the voice, his eyes fixed, and when he saw the clothes Yang Buyi was wearing, a bright smile finally appeared on his face, his gloomy look was swept away, and he strode towards He went forward to greet him, and shouted respectfully: "Immortal Chief, quickly move into the mansion!"

"En!" Yang Buyi nodded.

City Lord's Mansion, living room.

City Lord Fu Tiangui is telling Yang Buyi about ghosts.

After he finished speaking, Yang Buyi frowned slightly, and said: "This ghost has harmed so many people, do people from the Cultivation Clan not care?"

Fu Tiangui was startled, and quickly said stiffly: "Don't worry! They don't care. They are the ones who passed the news of the ghost to the Eastern Fuzong."

When Yang Buyi heard it, how could he not know that this was his scruples, and the Han and Peng families did not care if they did this?

Yang Buyi also understood in his heart why the two families did this, without him, it was just a pity for their lives!

The members of the Xiuzhen family are the proudest, but also cherish their lives the most.

According to them, each of them is extremely precious, and any one of them can create a cultivation family.

Some are even more cautious, and will not take even the slightest risk.

"Have they gone to investigate?" Yang Buyi asked.

"I've checked it out, and it's said to be a little ghost." Fu Tiangui said evenly.

Yang Buyi muttered: "Since this is the case, I'll go and get rid of it tonight."

The reason why he dared to go immediately.

One is that ghosts have never come out during the day, which means they are afraid of the sun, and there is no doubt that they are little ghosts.

The second is that he has teleportation, the speed is so fast that even Li Xu'an, who is on the seventh level of Qi training, can't react. If he wants to escape, even ghost generals can't stop him.

"Xianchang, go tonight? Do you want to rest for a day? Let me contact Peng and Han tomorrow to see if they can send someone out to help Xianchang?" Fu Tiangui's eyes flickered slightly, and he suggested, He is kind-hearted, and secondly, he is afraid that something will happen to him, the elder, and that Dongfuzong will blame him.

Yang Buyi saw what he was thinking, shook his head and said: "No need, Peng and Han will definitely not send people out, I should be able to handle a brat."

The way of cultivating immortals is against the sky. If you are blindly afraid of death, you will only lose your immortal energy and sharpness.

Even if this kind of people can get to the step of building the foundation, they will definitely not be able to overcome the "wind disaster" that blocks the way!

Building a foundation not only requires the method of building a foundation, but also needs to overcome the catastrophe!

The spiritual root of people in the cultivation family may be good, but it is very difficult to have a master who builds the foundation. Once he appears, he will be worshiped as the ancestor.

Cherish your life, it is a pity that in the end it is still short-lived, but it is just a few hundred years of ease.

Yang Buyi understood in his heart, at this moment he suddenly stood up and said, "Lead the way!"

"Okay!" Seeing his resolute expression, Fu Tiangui stopped persuading him and walked forward.

Outside the city gate, Fu Tiangui pointed to the official road from a distance, and said in horror: "Xianchang, go two kilometers ahead on this road, there is a messy graveyard on the side of the road, and that ghost is there. It specializes in killing people who pass by at night. Now It’s so frightening that people dare not go there during the day.”

"You guys go back, I'll come as soon as I go." After Yang Buyi finished speaking, he went up with his sword and disappeared into the dark sky.

"City lord, do you think this immortal is good?" A confidant of the city lord said in a low voice.

"Although this young man is young, his brows are sharp and calm, which is reasonable. Compared with Peng and Han's shrunken heads, this young man's temperament and courage are a hundred times better than theirs." Fu Tiangui's words were divided into two parts. Complaining, also has three points of disdain.

Random graves!

The night here is very dark, darker than other places, as if it has been stained with ink, which is terribly thick.

But there was a faint light in the chaotic graves below, and if you looked carefully, it was actually an oil lamp.

Under the oil lamp!

It was a delicate and handsome face.

He is elegant in black robes, wearing long boots, sitting cross-legged, with a graceful demeanor, holding a book in his left hand, and smiling from time to time.

Concentrate on your face!

In this silent place, where even the wind dare not scream, there is actually a refined young man reading at night on the grave, which is really frightening.

If anyone saw this scene, they would be so frightened that they would not dare to walk at night for three days.

Suddenly!

There was a gust of wind, and the oil lamp flickered slightly.

"Young man, the lonely lamp with the lonely shadow, the long night is long, aren't you lonely?"

A red tent descended from the sky, and a faint voice rang around his ears.

At some point, a peerless beauty in a red dress sat beside the boy.

Her crisp shoulders were half exposed, and her long snow-white round legs protruded from under the skirt very seductively, curled up slightly, enchanting and charming, and extremely charming.

"Young man, you are really handsome!"

She smiled like a flower, and her soft voice was moving. She stretched out her slender and white hand to slide over the boy's chin, and breathed air into his ear, with a charming, shy and moving face.

"You can't know what to give and what to give, girl, please respect yourself!" Yang Buyi didn't look at her, but still focused on reading.

"I can't tell whether men and women are giving or receiving? I don't see you moving a little?" The woman in the red skirt is very white and beautiful, her makeup is so delicate and coquettish, her eyes are seductive, endlessly charming.

"I said this sentence for you. I'm a lustful person, and I can't stand the temptation of others, especially a peerless beauty like you." Yang Buyi said.

"You didn't look at me, how do you know I'm beautiful?"

"Because you are very fragrant, I guess you must be a beauty." Yang Buyi still didn't look at her.

"Hehe! You are an elegant person. I thought you were an idiot, who didn't know how to pity you." The woman in the red dress leaned on his shoulder, laughing so hard that her flowers trembled.

Suddenly!

Her voice suddenly turned cold, and even the temperature around her became colder by three points: "Young man, aren't you afraid of me?"

"afraid?"

Yang Buyi chuckled suddenly, "Why should I be afraid? Don't do bad things, and don't be afraid of ghosts eating people. But girl, don't get too close to me, I'm afraid my oil lamp will accidentally burn the girl's red dress."

"Heck! You're an interesting man."

The woman in the red skirt laughed coquettishly, then reached out and slid her hand across his cheek, slowly slid it to his chest, and said softly, "Am I not beautiful? Why don't you look at me?"

"I dare not look at you!"

"Why?"

"I'm afraid I won't be able to withstand your temptation!"

"yes?"

The cheeks of the woman in the red dress approached slowly, making the sound of mosquitoes and flies in his ears, "Young man, are you lonely?"

"There is a golden house in the book, there is Yan Ruyu in the book, I am not alone!" Yang Buyi said lightly.

"Is the book's Yan Ruyu as beautiful as me?" The woman in the red dress reached out to support his chin, turned his face around violently, and looked at him affectionately.

"Each has its own beauty, you can't generalize!" Yang Buyi said calmly as the fragrance entered his nostrils.

"Then I'll let you taste my beauty, a beauty that you will never forget!" The woman in the red skirt snatched his scriptures and threw them far away.

While his eyes were blurred, he suddenly opened his mouth and kissed his mouth, followed by his cheeks, neck, and ears, and the atmosphere was rotten.

Red pink tent, beautiful lady.

The ultimate enjoyment in the world!

Suddenly.

A fierce sword energy shot out from the pink tent, and then there was a scream of "ah".

The red mist disappeared, and the red tent disappeared.

The boy is still there, but the beauty is gone.

"The beautiful woman is very beautiful and fragrant! If you are tender, I would rather be a Naya woman and chat with you all night, what a pity!"

"Unfortunately, if you don't kill innocent people, I won't kill you!"

Yang Buyi wiped off the lip marks on his face, reached for the oil lamp, stood up and found the scriptures.

Looking at the chaotic graves overgrown with weeds, he suddenly lit the scriptures and threw them into the sky, illuminating one side.

"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, good and evil come from the heart, the scholar puts the dust into it, and the female ghost throws her womb into it!"

Yang Buyi sighed, it can be considered that the scholar who was murdered by the female ghost can be buried in peace, and it can be regarded as returning peace to this messy graveyard.

City Lord's Mansion.

"So it's because of the gathering of yin energy in the chaotic graveyard that this female ghost was born?" Fu Tiangui asked in surprise.

"Tomorrow, Uncle Fu will send people to sort out those graves and burn incense and paper, which can be regarded as accumulating good fortune for Pingyang City." Yang Buyi said.

"Okay, I'll send someone tomorrow." Fu Tiangui immediately responded, recalling what Yang Buyi said before, he suddenly came to his senses, and stared at him blankly, "Xianchang, you...you asked me to pay you just now. .. Uncle Fu?"

"Uncle Fu, it's me!" Yang Buyi smiled, and turned back, revealing his original appearance.

"It's not easy, it's you!!!" Fu Tiangui was shocked and shouted in surprise.

The news that Yang Buyi killed the ghost spread like wildfire.

The Peng family and the Han family soon found out about this.

"You mean, the person who came to slay the ghosts this time is Yang Buyi, who became an outer disciple of the Eastern Floating Sect four years ago?"

"Patriarch, that's right!"

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