A leisurely city for solo travelers

Chapter 228 Little Dragon Girl's Birthday

Thinking of this, he limped out, closed the door, and leaned against the side to listen.

After waiting for a while, the fat Taoist finally said, "Has he left?"

"Ah."

"Xiao Lezi, come out!"

A muffled groan was heard in the room, and a thin Taoist priest crawled out with a sullen face covered in filth.

"Go out and wash."

"Yes, Senior Brother Lu."

Fang Xian hid in the side, watching the thin Taoist priest go out, silently taking note of his appearance.

A person in the room asked: "Brother Lu, did this kid find out?"

"Humph, I'm just afraid that he won't find out." The fat Taoist priest said fiercely, "If he has the ability, he will file a complaint and see if Master believes in him alone or all of us."

"Brother Lu has a good plan." The younger brother praised, "At that time, the master will have another talk, saying that he has an evil heart, twisted his own foot, and delusionally imagined that someone else did it, and let him carry it on his back for a few months. The classic, hahahaha..."

"Keep your voice down..." The fat Taoist cursed with a smile, and ordered, "Everyone go to bed, the sect meeting will be held in three days, no matter how hard his life is, his tendon injury can't heal so quickly, who will face Yang Guo then? , you have to teach me a lesson, understand?"

"Senior brother taught me the lesson!"

Fang Xian sighed, he was not an enemy of them, he was patient everywhere, but in the end he was trampled on his head by them.Of course, this may also be what Zhao Zhijing means. These losers don't talk about practicing hard, but they think about these dirty tricks all day long. No wonder Quanzhen is not as good as the previous one.

Thinking of this, he looked down at his ankle again. It was already swollen and fat, and he felt a dull pain when he stepped on the ground.

If it were Tian Boguang's body, his recovery ability was comparable to that of a blood cow. He could recover a lot in a short time by using energy to heal his injuries. But in the end, this Yang Guo was made by ordinary people. It would take as little as half a month and as long as two months to keep his feet intact. Seeing that it's a martial arts tournament, I'm afraid I'm really going to make a fool of myself.

However, he had an injury on his foot, so he could just use this as a talking point to avoid the martial arts competition.

It's just that... it would make people look down even more, and Zhao Zhijing had another conversation, forcing himself to be stuck with the scriptures for a few more months, mother, it's not for memorizing the scriptures that he came all the way here.

Fang Xian thought, why not talk to Qiu Chuji, report all these things, and let him make a decision.

But on second thought, would Qiu Chuji believe it?He has already decided that he is very resourceful, and he may feel that these are all bitter tricks made by himself.Then confront Zhao Zhijing, Lu Qingdu and other disciples, when the time comes, a group of people will be so rich, and they will not be able to distinguish between green and white, and it will inevitably be even worse.

In this world, it is not easy to mix at any level.

The more Fang Xian thought about it, the colder he became. After all, the Quanzhen Sect is a dye vat. Apart from the Quanzhen Seven Masters, there are really not many good people.However, these elders live their lives in self-care, ignoring the people's sentiments and letting their own way. This has caused Quanzhen's current situation.

That being the case, it would be better to enter the ancient tomb one day earlier and abandon this bullshit Quanzhen.

Yang Guo, Yang Guo, after all, there is only one way to go.

Thinking of this, he no longer lingered in this ghostly place, limped and slid towards the back mountain.

On weekdays, my errand is to cut firewood in the mountains behind me. This is a heavy job. Not many people like to do it, so I take it on myself. Running back and forth can also strengthen my bones. I stay alone in the forest for a whole day, which is just quiet. It's also faster to memorize some scriptures.

Although the back mountain road is steep, Fang Xian is very familiar with it. He picked up a few branches, tied them together, used them as crutches, and walked towards the ancient tomb.

He had a good idea, but he lacked experience. Walking on the mountain road with a limp was asking for death.

After walking not far, he leaned against the gravel with one crutch, and when he held on again, the stone loosened, and he lost his balance and fell. The mountain road was steep, and the fall became deeper. fall.

Fang Xian was in pain, struggling was useless, he stumbled and bumped for a while, and suffered a lot of injuries.

He himself was also dejected, what kind of scene he had never seen before, and finally capsized in this gutter, it was too ironic.

In confusion, I lost consciousness...

I don't know how long it took, but he just felt cool and cool all over his body, especially his feet, which seemed to be covered with something, very comfortable.When I opened my eyes in a daze, I saw that the four walls were covered with stones, which made me feel a little dazed. I was also lying on a bed of stones, feeling a little uncomfortable.

Standing up again, he saw that his feet had been smeared with fat-like white ointment, and the wounds on his body had also been treated.

Fang Xian pondered for a while, he is the main character, and he can be rescued with such a random fall, as expected, this should be the inside of the ancient tomb, Yang Guo is immortal! !

Thinking of this, he felt very happy.

At this moment, a sound came from outside the stone room.

A year old voice begged: "Miss, take him in..."

Another icy female voice said: "The Ancient Tomb Sect does not accept male disciples, it is a rule set by the master."

"But... I often meet this kid in the back mountain. He always chops firewood and memorizes scriptures by himself. I think he was bullied by those stinky Taoist priests... I went out tonight and saw him like this again. If I didn't bump into him, I'm afraid No one knows if he died in the mountains. Young people don’t deserve to suffer like this.”

"Whether to die or not is his business, everyone has their own fate." The woman's voice gradually drifted away, "Hurry up and return him to Quanzhen, I don't want to have trouble with them."

The old woman had no choice but to sigh in response, shake her head and walk back to the stone room where Fang Xian was.

Seeing that Fang Xian had woken up and sat down, she sighed again: "My child...it's your fate..."

Fang Xian was stunned.

This old woman has a loving face and gray hair, just like her grandmother who passed away when she was young.When I was young, I always ate the meals made by my grandma, and I will have more time to get close to my grandma in the future, and I will regret it when I go.

"Grandma..." Fang Xian said foolishly.

"..." The old woman was startled. When she heard the child's real cry, she felt happy and sad at the same time. She came over and hugged Yang Guo, "Good... good boy..."

Fang Xian finally came to his senses at this moment. This world is too wonderful and it is definitely not a coincidence. Maybe the image of this old woman is just a projection, his own projection of his grandma.

Thinking of this, he tried his best to calm down and reflect on it.

There are only two people in the Ancient Tomb Sect at this time, one is the maid of the founder Lin Chaoying, who is now an old woman, and must be the grandma in front of her.The other person is naturally Xiaolongnv, the woman who spoke just now.

He couldn't help but sigh again, after all he was not so lucky, after entering the ancient tomb, the little dragon girl just refused to accept it.

If you are dealing with ordinary women, you should go up to show off their cuteness, but Xiaolong girls are cool and thin, but they just don't eat this kind of thing. No matter how much nonsense you talk about, it will only be counterproductive.

"Thank you, mother-in-law, for saving me..." Fang Xian calmed down, stood up and said with a forced smile, "Mother-in-law, this medicine really works, the pain is much better."

Seeing his appearance, Grandma Sun couldn't help but feel distressed. She opened the drawer again and again, took some medicinal herbs and supplements, and tied it as a burden.

"My mother-in-law can't decide, she can't accept you. You take these things and rub them on your feet every day. There are also some supplements such as jade bee jelly. Take them after practicing exercises, and they will be of great benefit."

"Mother-in-law, no need, I can't practice Kung Fu anyway..." Fang Xian lamented.

The mother-in-law was startled and asked why.

Fang Xian saw that Grandma Sun was very similar to his real grandmother, so he couldn't help being moved, like a grandson talking to his grandma, telling Grandma Sun all the things he had experienced in Quanzhen.

Grandma Sun felt angry and distressed at the same time, and her body was shaking with anger.

"This group of stinky Taoist priests, who repay kindness and revenge, are merciless and ungrateful. There is nothing good!! You are a child, and you risked your life for Quanzhen's reputation, but in the end you ended up like this. It's unfair, it's very unfair!" Chaoying's maid, Lin Chaoying and Wang Chongyang's relationship is very complicated. When it comes to Grandma Sun, she naturally doesn't have a good impression of Quanzhen Sect. She immediately set up a stone table and shouted, "Good grandson, just wait, grandma." Talk to Miss Long again, even with such an old face, I will take you in."

Fang Xian knew Xiaolongnv's temperament, the more she behaved like this, the more useless she was, so she quickly grabbed Grandma Sun: "No need, mother-in-law, Miss Long will not break the rules of the ancient tomb, it's useless to talk, I'll just go."

Grandma Sun sighed again, thinking that the child was sensible, she felt pity for her, so she took some natural and earthly treasures and stuffed them into the bag, and said: "Take these things away, don't let those Taoist priests know, keep them for yourself." , which is of great benefit to cultivation.”

Fang Xian saw that Grandma Sun was sincere, and immediately stopped declining: "Thank you, Grandma!"

According to his style of conduct, he should have tried to extract the skills of the ancient tomb at this time, but he couldn't open his mouth to this granny.

The mother-in-law packed up his things and handed her crutch to Yang Guo.

"Good boy, your legs and feet are inconvenient. This abducting mother-in-law has been used for many years, and it is very forbidden."

Fang Xian held the crutch full of vicissitudes of material of unknown material, and was very moved.

"Then what does mother-in-law use?"

"It's okay, your foot injury is healed, just return it to your mother-in-law."

After saying that, she dragged Yang Guo out of the tomb.

As soon as I went out, I saw that the outside was crowded with people of various schools and classes, some young masters and some hooligans, all of them were men, and it was very noisy even though it was midnight.

When a group of people saw someone coming out, they all became bustling.

Looking again, it was a mother-in-law leading a kid, and then sighed again, and pressed back.

Fang Xian quickly covered his face to prevent others from seeing his appearance clearly.

Outside the ancient tomb was originally an elegant and quiet place, but now surrounded by a group of people, it greatly spoiled the mood.

Grandma Sun saw that these people were still there, she just scolded: "I've scolded you all, so hurry up and leave, don't spare the quietness of my ancient tomb!"

I saw a young man with long hair stood up and cupped his hands, respectfully said: "This must be Grandma Sun, today is the birthday of Xiaolongnv, I wonder how to celebrate?"

Grandma Sun hated such a glib man the most, and immediately said angrily: "It's the best celebration for you to get out of here."

"Haha...Mother-in-law is serious. What girl doesn't like the scenery and bustle?" The young man waved his arms, and there was a roar and fireworks all around. It was quite beautiful.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and shouted into the tomb, "Little Wang Huo Dou, I heard that Miss Long's birthday is a martial arts contest to recruit relatives, and I'm here to give you a bride price, fireworks, and I hope Miss Long will show her face for a while!!!"

As soon as he said that, someone behind him scolded: "Where is the prince who is a shit, what a big head!"

"Miss Long doesn't like excitement, so why are you here to spoil people's interest?"

"Isn't it just a few stinky money, what's so crazy about it?"

The noise from the crowd behind him made this place even more noisy.

(End of this chapter)