Fu Shiyi waved his sword, and a soft wind shot out from her fingers, putting Yang, who had already supported half of his body, back to level. When she walked to the bed, she found that Yang was trembling, although she was trying hard to restrain herself:

"What's wrong?"

Fu Shiyi covered Yang's forehead and said in confusion: "I don't have a fever, either."

Yang's eyes drooped:

"Eleventh Aunt, I...I'm fine. I haven't seen you for more than ten years. I'm excited for a while, I'll be fine for a while."

After talking.

Not waiting for Fu Shiyi to speak.

Yang asked Fu Yi'an who had just entered the house:

"An An, go and melt the Sang Lingxue sent by the Eleventh Aunt before the New Year, make a pot of Wuling Tea, go quickly."

Sangling snow is produced in Sanglin Garden, Zhang's family. It turns into snow water under natural conditions and then uses it to make tea. It tastes very good, but the time for the snow to melt usually takes more than half an hour.

"I don't have to work hard anymore."

Fu Shiyi called out.

Turning to Yang, he said, "I have to attend the ceremony later. Today, in addition to visiting you, I will also test the spiritual root qualifications for Yi'an."

Fu Shiyi beats the storage bag one by one.

A flash of glow, and the spirit-testing stone appeared in her palm.

She angrily looked at Yang and said, "You are really, you have grown spiritual roots. You won't let me know about such a big thing. If the Eighteenth Brother hadn't known me, I would have been kept in the dark. Next time, I wouldn't be like this. At least we have been together day and night for several years."

"Eleventh Aunt!"

When Yang heard this, his face turned pale and a panic flashed in his eyes.

Incoherent:

"Eleventh Aunt, I... don't need to test this. He...... His grandfather committed such a serious crime. We can't even atone for our sins. How can we waste the cultivation resources of the clan?"

"You're not wrong." Fu Shiyi shook his head. "Besides, Fu Da was also punished as he should. You just thought too much and destroyed your body."

Yang wants to talk about it again.

But Fu Shiyi frowned and knew that the other party was impatient. Even if she was reluctant in her heart, she shouldn't say no at this moment. She could only watch Fu Yian cover the spirit test stone.

Fu Shiyi saw Fu Yian's face turned slightly pale.

Think he was nervous.

"Don't be afraid, this is just used to test your spiritual root qualifications. Just close your eyes and let go of your mind. Soon, it will be fine in a while."

Fu Yian's Adam's apple rolls.

Before closing his eyes, he looked at Yang, and under the urging of Fu Shiyi, he closed his eyes nervously.

One breath.

Two breaths.

.......

Until half a quarter of an hour passed.

There was no reaction at all on the spirit test stone.

Fu Shiyi looked at the Eighteenth Brother in confusion. The Eighteenth Brother also felt strange. He exclaimed lightly and said, "It's impossible. This An clearly broke through to the first level of Qi training. How could there be no spiritual roots? Perhaps, maybe the spiritual root qualification is too poor, let's wait."

Yang heard this.

The nervous heart was raised to my throat.

Silently praying in my heart.

After another half a quarter of an hour, the spirit stone still had no reaction.

Fu Shiyi thought about it and took out a magic incense from the storage bag. After lit it, he waved his sleeves and wrapped wisps of white smoke around Fu Yian.

Fu Yian, who was originally tense.

The face gradually became peaceful.

The spirit test stone that had not responded for a long time suddenly lit up a very dazzling red spiritual light. Then, two faint and almost unseen green spiritual lights and white spiritual lights lit up.

After five breaths.

The light of inspiration is gone.

Fu Shiyi smiled at Yang on the bed and said, "Congratulations, Yian has three spiritual roots, but just now he saw that the fire spirit roots were particularly prominent, and the other wood spirit roots and water spirit roots account for a very small proportion. No wonder he was able to break through to the Qi training stage within three years."

Yang saw that Fu Shiyi did not find any abnormalities.

A relaxed look on his face.

I didn't expect Fu Shiyi to change his tone:

"The fire spirit root is the most suitable for alchemy among all the arts of cultivation. Today is the day when Wudan illusion restarts. Yian, you can go to the sacrifice hall with me to participate in the alchemy trial."

After talking.

Fu Shiyi flashed and disappeared into the room with Fu Yian, leaving only one sentence: "Brother Eighteen, you are here to take good care of Yang."

Yang's face turned pale.

I am afraid that Eleventh Aunt is already suspicious. After Magu measured the spiritual roots, the clan also used the evil-proof mirror to test Magu from head to toe. Eleventh Aunt left so hurriedly, I am afraid that she would take An An for testing.

She has never allowed Yian to practice.

This is what I'm afraid of.

Yang couldn't help but feel anxious.

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Temple Square.

In the square, the tribesmen had arrived. Less than half an hour before the Wudan fantasy was opened, Fu Zhihong, the third grandfather, the fourth grandfather, the eldest uncle and the second uncle were also ready.

Fu Zhihong glanced at the crowd in the square.

I found that Fu Shiyi was not in place yet.

Frowning, he turned his head to Sanniang below and said, "The alchemy trial is a major event in the clan. You cannot be absent. Sanniang, you go to Fu Da's house and find the Eleventh."

I want to be promoted to elder in the Eleventh.

You can't make mistakes when dealing with things.

"Yes."

Sanniang responded, used the light body technique, and left the square in a blink of an eye. When she turned into Wutong Lane, she saw Fu Shiyi mentioning someone and walking towards her.

"The National Day, the grand event is about to begin, are you?"

"Let's go to the sacrifice hall first."

Fu Shiyi did not explain and took Fu Yian to flash his body, crossed the square, and came to the front of the sacrifice hall. Fu Zhihong saw her bringing a stranger over, and a look of doubt flashed between his eyebrows.

Fu Shiyi pointed to the inner hall of the sacrifice hall:

"Father, let's talk with you."

The two entered the inner hall.

Fu Shiyi said that Fu Yian had spiritual roots, and finally said:

"Yi'an's spiritual root qualification is very good. According to principles, it can be detected at birth. I'm afraid there is something wrong with it, so I want my father to use the evil-proof mirror to look at it. In addition, let the third and fourth grandpa check Yi'an's body."

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"Yeah."

Fu Zhihong saw Fu Shiyi and smiled with relief:

"I'm not afraid of ten thousand, but I'm afraid of if I want it. Eleven, you handled this matter well. Please wait, and I'll let your third and fourth grandpa come in."

Fu Yian, who was taken into custody by Sanniang.

After Fu Shiyi entered the inner hall, two more old men came in. He vaguely felt that the other party was discussing his own affairs. He had learned that the joy of being able to participate in the Wudan illusion trial was slowly invaded by fear. The words Yang had told him countless times flashed through his mind:

"An An, when you have not found the evil power hidden in you, you must not let people know that you have spiritual roots, remember!"

He was careless.

He originally thought that after practicing, he could cure his grandmother's illness after becoming strong.

Therefore, I have been hiding my practice with Grandpa Eighteen.

But now it seems.

I obviously made a big mistake.

"Yi'an, come in with me."

Just when Fu Yi'an and Tianren were fighting, Fu Shiyi had already come out of the inner hall. She took Fu Yi'an into the inner hall and retreated herself, closing the door tightly.

Just stand at the door of the inner hall to guard.

Sanniang came up and said in confusion: "Eleventh, what's going on?"

Fu Shiyi shook his head, and was a little restless: "After a while, I'll tell you in detail when my father and the others come out."

Sanniang nodded, but said, "There is less than two quarters of an hour before the Wudan fantasy is opened. Your Babbling is looking for your father. This grand ceremony must begin first, otherwise you will miss the time."

Fu Shiyi said: "Then let the Eighth Uncle hold it. The last speech was also from Eighth Uncle. Just say that your father and the others will be rescued in a short time, and it will not delay the opening of the Wudan illusion."

Sanniang took the order and left.

Going out of the inner hall and going to the front of the sacrifice hall, I whispered a few words to my Ba Bo.

The eighth uncle nodded and smiled and said, "Okay, I'm over 80 now. I'm afraid I won't wait until the next time Wudan fantasy will be opened. It's a pity that Lin and Lin can host such a grand event in this life!"

Even if the clan can provide Ba Bo with foundation-building pills.

Now his qi and blood are weakening.

In order to build the foundation, it is most likely that it will not be successful, and a precious foundation-building pill wasted in vain. The eighth uncle cleared his throat and made a move. The starling who stood beside him presented the red dress he prepared.

The tribe grand event was held.

All ordinary people wear blue robes.

The disciples in the Qi training stage wore green robes, while the children in the Foundation Establishment stage wore yellow robes. In addition, the robe was embroidered with phoenix totem, while the elders and patriarchs wore orange, and only the red ones who presided over the ceremony.

Ba Bo waved his robe.

Step by step toward the high platform of the sacrifice hall.

Hou on the left and right steps on the front of the first floor of the Bell and Drum Tower, he saw that it was not the patriarch who presided over the ceremony, and a confused look flashed between his eyebrows. The next moment, a voice came from their ears. Seeing that it was the patriarch's order, he nodded to the eighth uncle on the high platform.

The Eighth Uncle saw this.

The eyes passed by the tribesmen in the square one by one.

Compared to twenty years ago.

Now the number of tribe members has increased to more than 100,000, and the scene has become much more magnificent and important. A few traces of glory and satisfaction flashed in his eyes.

"The hour of Si has arrived!"

A clear voice sounded from Ba Bo's mouth.

Although the volume is not high, it spreads throughout every corner of the East City, whether it is in the sacrificial hall or the tribesmen around it can hear it clearly.

The crowd, who were originally talking hotly, dared not act rashly, so they calmed down at the right time.

Fu Shiyi, who was guarding the door of the inner hall.

Seeing Ba Bo in red clothes, his white hair fluttering back without wind. Although he was over 80 years old, his back looked as tall as twenty years ago. The big incense burner in front of him made Ba Bo’s face appear faintly, adding a bit of mystery.

But for some reason.

But Fu Shiyi felt a bitter feeling in his heart.

"Ring the bell!"

I saw the eighth uncle raise his hand.

Hou's two tribe members on the left and right steps on the front of the first floor of the Bell and Drum Tower instantly pinched the magic tricks and hit the hanging bells one after another.

"When..."

The ancient bell rang, as if it came from the sky, distant and solemn.

The bells and the passionate drums that buzzed afterwards complement each other.

Fu Shiyi felt the speed of his blood flowing, and his blood boiled with the sound of the bell and drums.

After nine sounds.

The clear voice of Ba Bo was heard from the high platform of the temple again, and echoed in the empty sky:

"The descendants of the clan must be given poverty, livelihood must be chosen, disasters must be taken care of, illness must be helped, marriage must be helped... This is the way to extend the family background, thank you!"

After the word "官" fell.

Fu Shiyi and his tribesmen knelt down to the sacrifice hall according to the rhythm of Ba Bo.

The forehead is three inches away from the ground, not bad at all.

Winding all the way, kneeling down.

Fu Shiyi saw the three nine-inch-long incense pillars in Ba Bo's hand. Every time he knelt down and bowed, he would burn one spontaneously. When the three were burned together, Ba Bo seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, then inserted the incense pillar on the incense burner, turned around suddenly, and said with a solemn expression:

""The road to Dan is long, I will walk it."

"The way of alchemy is everywhere, and I will realize it."

Ba Bo's voice was ups and downs, shocking his mind. Fu Shiyi's heart was inexplicably throbbing, and like the tribesmen present, he couldn't help but shout with him:

""The road to Dan is long, I will walk it."

"The way of alchemy is everywhere, and I will realize it."

The shouts of more than 100,000 people were shaking in unison and shaking into the sky. The insects, fish, birds and beasts in the woods thought they had encountered some large beast, and they were so scared that they ran away in panic.

Bawang pressed his hands and everyone stopped shouting in an instant. He waved his sleeves suddenly and said aloud:

". In the year of Gengzi, the alchemy trial ceremony will be launched!"

The time has arrived.

Fu Shiyi couldn't help but look nervously at the inner hall.

But I don't know how my father and the others tested.

As Ba Bo's voice landed, the gate of the inner hall creaked open, and three figures flew out of the inner hall and stood hanging above the square.

These three are Fu Zhihong, the third and fourth grandfathers who tested Fu Yian's body. Two other sword lights appeared in the sky above the side hall, but they were the eldest and second uncles who almost didn't show up.

The five people each hold tokens of different colors and mutter the words.

But Fu Shiyi turned around and looked at the inner hall.

At this time, a person from the inner palace slowly walked out of it, but it was Fu Yian.

He saw Fu Yian put a token on his waist, and there were two hundred and eight words engraved on the token. Seeing this, Fu Shiyi felt his heart holding him instantly.

Can hold the token to enter the Wudan fantasy.

It means that Fu Yian has no problem.

At this moment, a deafening "buzzing" sound suddenly came out in the space.

But the tokens in Fu Zhihong and others' hands were sent out with red, yellow, gold, blue, and blue, respectively, and the bright light was dazzling, which made Fu Shiyi have to close his eyes temporarily.

At the same time, a loud "rumbling" sounded in the air.

When she opened her eyes again.

A sycamore tree that was nearly a thousand feet tall, covering the sky and the sun appeared above the square. Its thick branches were twisted and vigorous, and the wrinkles of time were covered with the wrinkles of time. Just looking at this branch, it seemed to have already died, but its top was lush and leaves.

"This sycamore tree is much more prosperous than twenty years!"

Fu Shiyi couldn't help but feel silent.

She originally thought that the sycamore tree was just a phantom.

But now it seems that this sycamore tree is probably an entity. The illusion in their tribe should be used to summon it and project it down with the power of blood.

"Is this sycamore tree growing in the ancient mirror, the ancestral land over there?"

Fu Shiyi muttered.
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