The clouds passed slowly, revealing the crescent moon. The crescent moon was curved, hanging in the sky, like a white jade cup, pouring down the clear moonlight.
Two girls sat in the stone pavilion. The older one was wearing a sea-blue palace dress, her face was like powder, her lips were like rouge, her eyes were full of affection, and her words were often smiling. She had a natural charm, all in her eyebrows, and all her emotions in her life were piled up in the corners of her eyes.
The other one, who was a little younger, was wearing a light blue wide-sleeved fairy skirt. Her face was like the moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival, her complexion was like the flowers in the early spring, her temples were like knife-cut, her eyebrows were like ink paintings, her face was like peach petals, and her eyes were like autumn waves. She was gentle and virtuous, and she was also a rare beauty in the world.
"This little bastard, stinky brother, has been out for several months, and I don't know what he is busy with. There is no news at all." Fang Lan looked up at the bright and round silver plate, and a sense of melancholy rose in her heart. But thinking of Fang Yue, who didn't even send back a message, the melancholy in her heart turned into anger.
Zhang Xinci, who was sitting next to her, persuaded: "Sister Lan, Brother Fang Yue must have been delayed by some things, so he has not returned to the village. In addition, even if he used the letter spirit to send a message and arrived at the village, we as mortals can't see it, right?"
"Alas, it's all my fault. If I had the qualifications and could become a spiritual master, my brother wouldn't have to be like this."
Fang Lan sighed. Yes, everything was her responsibility. If she had the qualifications and was not a mortal who could be manipulated by others, her brother wouldn't have to be controlled by the Zhang family.
Back then, she was saved by Miss Zhang and followed the caravan to Zhangjiazhai. At that time, the young master of the village wanted to deal with Miss Zhang and wanted to pull Fang Yue, who had been promoted to the third level, into his own command, so he wanted to force Fang Lan to be his concubine.
Even Miss Zhang had no way to deal with it, so Fang Yue agreed to the extremely excessive conditions of Zhangjiazhai and participated in the caravan business every year on behalf of the merchants. The mountains that merchants have to pass through are all deserted mountains and ridges with few people and dangers. Fang Lan can imagine the hardships.
"Xinci, do you think I am holding him back?" Fang Lan was a little frustrated. Her brother was her only relative, but she could not help at all, and could even be said to be a burden.
This is the world. Compared with the spiritual masters who can control spiritual insects, move mountains and fill the sea, and turn the impossible into the possible, mortals are too weak. Weak as a wisp of dust blown away by the wind.
Zhang Xinci was speechless for a moment, not knowing where to start. She has not yet experienced the enlightenment ceremony, and does not know whether she has the qualifications, but she understands the suffering of mortals. When she looked down at the bright moonlight, she couldn't help but think of something.
"Sister Lan, do you still remember the customs of the Moon Festival?"
"Of course I remember. Every time this day comes, whether it is a mortal or a spiritual master, they will enjoy the moon, drink tea, recite poems, and cut stones in the pavilion to spend this festival together."
"Since you remember it, Sister Lan must have not forgotten the origin of the Moon Festival, right?"
Fang Lan's face showed a look of reminiscence.
This folk story is based on mortals as the protagonists and was created by mortals. It represents the mortals' yearning and pursuit for a better life.
Because of this, it has received strong resonance from mortals and is widely circulated in the relatively closed southern Xinjiang, no less than the mythological story "The Legend of the Ancestor of Man". However, in the other four regions, it has been spread very limitedly and few people know about it.
It is about a long time ago, in a mountain village in southern Xinjiang.
A mortal boy fell in love with the daughter of a spiritual master, and the daughter of the spiritual master also fell in love with this mortal boy.
The boy plucked up the courage to propose marriage, but was rejected by the spiritual master.
The young man was brave and fearless. He made a cup of top-quality tea based on the laws of nature, and changed the situation by reciting poems based on his life experience. He also used the spirit insects that were accidentally opened as a gift. He successfully passed the three levels and finally got the beauty, who was a female spirit master. The spirit master did not use force from beginning to end, and finally ushered in a happy ending.
After a long time, Fang Lan smiled: "Sister Xinci, I understand what you mean. Mortals also have their own power. It's not that they can't do anything. Thank you."
Zhang Xinci also nodded. Seeing Fang Lan relieved, she was relieved: "Sister Lan is kind and kind. I believe that even if she is not a spirit master, she will definitely do great things."
But the truth is, both of them know that this story is compiled by mortals themselves, and there is no possibility of it existing in the world. In this world, mortals can never be compared with spirit masters.
Lujiazhai, secret room.
"Hurry up, turn up the heat, turn up the heat!" Feng Tianyu urged while presiding over the spirit refining.
Hearing this, Fang Yue, who was assisting, immediately tried his best to activate the Flame Spirit Worm and continue to increase the firepower.
However, Feng Tianyu still felt that it was not enough, and still shouted loudly: "Not enough, hurry up, I will increase the firepower, the fire of refining spirits must be bigger and bigger!"
"But I have already activated the Flame Spirit Worm with all my strength, and this is already the biggest fire." Fang Yue shouted helplessly. He was not a spiritual master who specialized in the Flame Path, and this was already the limit of what he could do.
Feng Tianyu frowned, but he was a master of refining spirits after all. He rolled his eyes and thought of a way, and immediately ordered: "Brother Fang Yue, you quickly activate the Wind Spirit Worm I gave you before, and we will use the wind to blow the fire! When the time comes, I will use the refining killer move to quickly extract the remaining wind power in it and purify the embryonic form of the spirit worm!"
Although Feng Tianyu is young, he is a master of refining spirits after all. He has mastered several killing moves of refining Taoism, one of which can clean up the pollution of refining spirits.
When refining spirits, remember to eliminate external interference. With wind, there is pollution. Therefore, it is necessary to purify it before the refining of spirit insects can proceed smoothly.
Feng Tianyu is worthy of the title of master of refining spirits. He dispatches accurately and is busy but not chaotic. After a moment, a rainbow light bursts out. After a moment, the rainbow light dissipates, and a fourth-level spirit insect is revealed.
It is the fourth-level bone Tao spirit insect - bone and flesh!
The shape of the bone and flesh spirit is like a dung beetle wearing white armor, with hideous bone spurs, a fan-shaped front of the head, fish-scale-like wrinkles on the surface, and a uniform small round protrusion on the pronotum. There is a horizontal ridge in the middle, and the middle section of the ridge is slightly bent forward to form an obtuse angle, and there are tooth-like horns on both sides. The abdomen is translucent, with a texture like amber, and inside is a circle of constantly changing blood mist.
This spirit insect comes from the inheritance of white bones. To be precise, this spirit insect is the key to the gray bone talent getting the title of "flesh and bone master" and developing a series of flesh and bone reunion spirits. He created it himself, and it is also the predecessor of the flesh and bone reunion spirit.
Fang Yue had obtained this spirit insect before, but the level was not high, and he was best at blood refining, so the plan to upgrade it had been put on hold. Now, it happened to be successfully upgraded with the help of the spirit refining master Feng Tianyu.
The flesh and bone spirit spread its elytra and flew into Feng Tianyu's hands, and then Feng Tianyu handed it over to Fang Yue. Fang Yue refined it, put it into the empty cavity, and expressed his gratitude.
The two fell to the ground immediately. After three days and three nights of refining spirits, even if they were fourth-turn spirit masters, they were exhausted.
"Finally, this spirit insect was refined. Hahaha, wonderful, too wonderful. Sure enough, things like refining spirits can make people happy physically and mentally." Feng Tianyu fell to the ground and laughed, because the village was destroyed and all the tribesmen died tragically. Therefore, his hope of life was placed on refining spirits. Only in this way can he feel happy.
His persistence even made Fang Yue wonder if Feng Tianyu had some Maomin blood. Otherwise, why would he be so obsessed with refining spirits!