The rain has been going on for many days, but it still has no intention of stopping.

After packing up the messy jade slips and book books, Zhang Fan walked to the window, looked at the rain curtain that was connected to the sky for a long time and finally turned into a long sigh.

If this scene is caused by a middle-aged scholar, his temples are as frost as he listens to the rain and visits the boat and monk's hut, he will have a vicissitudes of artistic conception.

Unfortunately, the one who sighed in front of me was a thirteen-year-old baby. Even the voice change period had not come yet. No matter how deep the situation was, it would only make people gimmick.

The person involved was not very conscious. He looked worried and turned around in the crowded hut with his hands behind his back, knocking down countless tables, chairs and benches until he hit a bronze tripod that was half a person tall, and then he stopped grinning.

Zhang Fan covered the pain and smiled bitterly and said to himself: "Whenever there is a calmness in major events, I am a human being in my second life, why can't I be so calm?"

After taking a few deep breaths, I barely calmed down, sat cross-legged on the bed again, picked up an old white and gray jade slip and put it on my head, and quietly began to read the contents inside.

"Eighteen ways to save spirit stones in the small spiritual gathering array? Can you save a piece of spirit stone in a year?" When clang, the jade slip was thrown under the bed.

"Thirty-four ways to maintain low-level magic weapons? Oh my God! I can't use a garbage magic weapon for a lifetime?" The jade slip cracked into countless petals.

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...

"The best auxiliary ingredients for taking Qi Ju Dan? Well, this is a bit useful." Zhang Fan took out the jade slip that recorded his experience and copied the recipe.

These jade slips that were almost piled up into mountains were collected by his grandfather at the price of scrap. Ninety-nine percent were the practice experiences of some down-and-out scattered cultivators. Due to poor preservation, most of them were either about to fall apart or lack of content. If you can find something useful like today, it would be considered a lucky star to shine.

Since he was able to check the jade slip, Zhang Fan has seen such things for countless years. He also understands the suffering of the casual cultivator without anyone else's words. Think about it, what would it be embarrassing to be able to figure out the lower-grade magic weapon?

Thinking of this, Zhang Fan couldn't help but clench his fists. Tomorrow, tomorrow he would have the opportunity to become a member of the disciples of the sect.

"Cruffy creak~~" The night was already a little deeper, and the sound of the wooden door opening seemed so clear and harsh.

Hearing this sound, Zhang Fan breathed a sigh of relief, his frowning brows dissipated, and he hurriedly got out of bed and walked towards the door.

"Baby, grandpa is back. Look at what I have brought back?" Before he could reach the door, grandpa's old voice came in.

As soon as he finished speaking, an old man who looked over 80 years old entered the door like a gust of wind. Without breathing, he reached out and swept all the things on the table to the ground, then took out a pocket and poured it on the table. Five spirit stones with white light appeared in front of Zhang Fan.

Five low-grade spirit stones are considered a great wealth for the casual cultivator. However, Zhang Fan did not show any joy on his face, but instead frowned and said, "Grandpa, why have you gone to the mine again? You don't know how dangerous that is. If there is anything..."

After a pause, Zhang Fan suddenly couldn't continue to talk as he looked at his grandfather's embarrassed look.

The old man rushed back in the heavy rain. Even though he was wet, sweat still blew up on his head, and even rain rolled down along his wet hair along the deep ravines on his face.

"Grandpa." Zhang Fan's nose felt sore and almost burst into tears. He took a few deep breaths before saying softly: "Change and dry clothes first. Have old arms and legs, be careful not to hurt your body."

"Haha, grandpa is in good health. After all, I am a cultivator, so why are you afraid of?" The old man said while changing his clothes.

A cultivator? A cultivator who is still at the seventh level of Qi Refining Stage in his 80s? Zhang Fan shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"Grandpa, haven't you promised me not to go to the mine anymore? At such an old age, don't do that life-making thing anymore." Seeing that my grandfather had changed his clothes, Zhang Fan couldn't help but say.

"Baby, after tomorrow, you will be a disciple of the Faxiang Sect. You are a newcomer. Although you are protected by your Grand Master, it is always right to prepare more spirit stones. You don't need them. It's good to use them to pick up those senior brothers." The old man sighed and said, "If my father is still there, there is no need for my grandson to see people's faces. You are still walking sideways in the sect, hum!"

By the way, the old man was once glorious back then. Because his father was a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Period, which is a false alchemy, he was considered a playboy in the Dharma Xiang Sect when he was young, and his life was enjoyable.

I don’t want people to have good fortune and good fortune every day. During a exploration of the ruins, Zhang Fan’s great-grandfather came back inexplicably seriously injured. After explaining the funeral, he kicked his legs and left.

The old man's life fell from the sky to the ground in an instant. Not only did his father's inheritance be divided up, but his living place was also moved from the sect to the market at the foot of the mountain.

"Grandpa, you are so confident in me, you are not afraid of me..." Zhang Fan said a little nervously.

"Ah, children's words are not quaint, children's words are not quaint." The old man acted like a secular old man for a while and said, "Put your heart in your stomach, what is flowing on your great-grandfather's blood, how can you not inherit the Dharma image?"

"You and my father are still bleeding from great-grandfather's blood, and they are useless!" Zhang Fan muttered disapprovingly.

"You..., alas!" the old man sighed, "How can it be the same? Grandpa, I have too poor talent. Not only can I inherit the Dharma image, but my spiritual root qualifications are just a little better than those without spiritual roots. This level of cultivation was also piled up by my father with spiritual medicine back then."

"Your father's qualifications are worse than mine, so that's fine. He is so stupid that he listens to those casual cultivators and looks for opportunities? Bah! I don't know if he is dead now?" The old man said ruthlessly, and when he talked about his son, he still couldn't help but wipe his tears.

"But Fan'er, you are different." The old man grabbed Zhang Fan's shoulders and looked at his eyes and said seriously: "Remember, you are different from us. You are born to cultivate immortals."

"When you were born, you were born with a strange phenomenon." The old man recalled.

"Well, it's time traveling! There's always a bit of thunder and fire." Zhang Fan replied secretly in his stomach.

"There are strange birds coming to congratulate you."

"Yes, that strange bird chased out of the space-time channel. I still remember the flow of saliva!"

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The old man talked about the scene of that year for a long time, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses and said to Zhang Fan: "Even if the bad luck of the Dharma Xiang Sect is confiscated, you are not afraid. Your uncle has a wide range of friendship, so it is not a problem to ask him to recommend a good sect to you with your qualifications."

Zhang Fan smiled bitterly. The Faxiang Sect is one of the three major sects in Qinzhou. There is no such genius. When the old man confiscated him, he seemed to have suffered a huge loss. As for his qualifications, the old man had already tested it himself. The fire and wood spirit roots in the mixed spirit roots are completely incomparable to those geniuses such as the heavenly spirit roots, the strange spirit roots, and the earth spirit roots, but they are just medium-sized.

The child is indeed his own good! Zhang Fan shook his head and did not argue with the old man. After thinking about it, he asked, "Grandpa, will the Grand Master take me to the mountain tomorrow?"

Tomorrow is the day when the Faxiang Sect opens its mountain gate. What kind of qualifications will the disciple who cannot accept him, and he will accept him as an ordinary person? Zhang Fan is deeply suspicious.

"What kind of friendship does he have with your great-grandfather? As long as you can pass the Dharma inheritance level, there is absolutely no problem!" Speaking of this great master, the uncle, he was very energetic. "Uncle Master is your great-grandfather's junior brother. From the day he started, my father was basically passing on his skills on behalf of the master. The relationship between the two was very good. Now, he is also a great achievement of the foundation-building Great Perfection, and he may be able to achieve great success and become the ancestor of the Dan-Cultivation Stage. If he is taken to his disciple, you will be the core disciple of the Faxiang Sect, and your treatment is very different from that of ordinary disciples."

If you change to another sect, even if it is the Yuling Sect and the Phantom Demon Sect, which are ranked along the three major sects with the Faxiang Sect, as my grandfather said, this is really that good relationship between the Grand Master and the Great Master, there is naturally no problem in taking it into it. However, the Faxiang Sect is different, and you still need to pass the Dharma inheritance level, which is a bit like leaving the will of fate.

If I am lucky, it does not mean that I have no hope of cultivating immortals. Zhang Fan shook his head and stopped continuing the topic. He walked to the bronze tripod in the middle of the room and sat down. He stroked his hand and thought about it.

The room suddenly became quiet. The old man had just been raised to talk. This grandson, who had been very interested since childhood, stopped talking and choked him. After a long time, he couldn't help but say, "Don't look, you saw it at the age of three, and you have seen it for ten years now, but you haven't seen a flower."

Zhang Fan smiled and pretended not to hear it. He continued to stare at the bronze tripod with concentration, as if in front of him was not an old and tattered bronze tripod, but a charming and charming person.

"Oh, you kid." The old man walked over, imitating Zhang Fan's appearance and stretched out his hand to stroke the surface of the copper cauldron, especially the bronze inscriptions.

"Baby, remember you asked me about the origin of this bronze tripod. It seems that when you were two or three years old." The old man seemed to be recalling something, his tone was faint, and he seemed to have a little remembrance.

"Well, it was three years old. Grandpa, tell me that this was brought out by great-grandfather and his elders from the ruins." Zhang Fan replied, adding another sentence in his heart, "If you weren't afraid that you thought I was a monster, I would have asked when I saw this thing for the first time."

"You were still young at that time, and grandpa didn't tell you all." The old man took back his palms that were groping back and forth on the cauldron and said, "This is indeed brought out of the ruins, but it was the time when your great-grandfather was seriously injured."

Zhang Fan was shocked and said intently: "It's true."

"Your great-grandfather, before you died, you held my hand with one hand and pointed the bronze tripod with the other hand. What a pity, he could no longer speak at that time."

"Forget it, kid, don't look at it. This cauldron is just made of ordinary materials. It's absolutely impossible to be a treasure, otherwise we can't keep it, and we have been divided up by those guys. If you want to say that there is any secret, it's these bronze inscriptions. When you enter the Faxiang Sect, find some ancient text materials before studying it!" The old man said calmly, "Let's go to bed, and you'll have to get up early tomorrow!"

After saying that, he went into the inner room, and he was very tired after working for a day.

Ancient characters? Haha, Zhang Fan shook his head secretly. Although from the root, the origin of all characters is just a few categories, and it is not possible to interpret them completely without any possibility of interpretation, but that difficulty is, hehe, it is not as small as understanding Chinese from English!

After watching his grandfather return to the house, Zhang Fan's attention returned to the bronze inscription. Even without his grandfather's words today, he would not underestimate the bronze tripod at all, because there was his biggest secret hidden here.

When Zhang Fan first saw this bronze tripod, he realized that this thing that seemed old and had no spiritual energy was definitely from the same place as him. The words on it that had never appeared in any classics were the famous ancient seal characters!

The ancient seal characters alone can only make him feel a little intimate and have no practical significance. However, the things recorded above shocked Zhang Fan, and he carefully studied them for more than ten years, and did not dare to slack off.

"The Great Five Elements Breaking the Forbidden Technique" is the method recorded in the ancient seal characters of the bronze tripod. After more than ten years of contemplation, Zhang Fan was extremely sure that his greatest reliance on whether he could gain a foothold in the world of immortal cultivation in the future was neither the Dharma Xiang Sect, which was among the three major sects of Qinzhou, nor the Uncle Taishi who was only one step away from the formation of elixirs, but the method itself.

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I don’t know how long it took, but the “tick-tick” sound woke Zhang Fan from his thoughts. He walked to the window and looked out.

Before we knew it, the sky was already dawn, and the rain stopped tactfully. The remaining rain fell down the eaves, shattering into countless crystal clearness on the stone steps.

Everything seems to be accumulating strength, waiting for the rising sun to rise and then burst out again, so that the world is so quiet that it seems that you can still hear grandpa’s mutter in his dream: Tomorrow!

Zhang Fan clenched his fists tightly and repeated involuntarily:
Chapter completed!