Mix in Douluo to raise plants

It was a calm morning, with birds chirping on the branches and sunlight shining through the window on the bedside. Fang Mian woke up from the bed. He opened his bloodshot eyeballs and took in the entire room. He was in a daze for about five or six minutes. Only then did he support his tired body and sit up.

Looking out at the birds chirping on the branches, next to my ears was the sound of the sect's newly adopted orphans playing outside the yard.

In such a peaceful and quiet environment, he could not get out of his sad mood.

He was ill, and on the day his master died, he was bedridden. The wind, rain, and pain overwhelmed his body, which was stretched to the limit, even though he only needed to eat one Sunflower seed. He would be able to recover, but he didn't want to. He wanted to be immersed in the pain of his injuries, and he didn't want to face the reality that his master died while blocking the enemy for him.

Although Fang Mian has not recovered yet, he must get up because today is the first seven days of the master's day.

In a world with extraordinary power, dead people are too common, and people cannot immerse themselves in the sorrow of the past, so Douluo Continent does not have as many customs about dead people as in previous lives.

But Fang Mian still wanted to visit his master's grave, hoping that he would come back to see him for the last time.

After putting on his clothes, Fang Mian dragged the sick body out. He looked at the laughter of the people outside and felt uncomfortable in his heart.

At first, the sect was shocked. Some disciples were attacked and killed in the sect, and even an inner sect elder died. This caused a great shock in the sect. For this reason, the sect entered a state of emergency for three or four days. By the fifth day, except for the disciples investigating the incident, no one cared about the dead Elder Wu anymore.

Fang Mian didn't want to blend into this peaceful environment, so he quickened his pace and came to the back mountain. Bone Douluo lived on the top of the mountain. At the foot of the mountain was a forest, and in the middle was the place where the sect buried the corpses.

Because it was ordered by Bone Douluo, Elder Wu's tomb was very well built and bright, in line with his status as an elder of the inner sect, at least compared to the ones next to it that only had a dirt bag and a wooden sign.

Fang Mian knelt down in front of the tombstone, lowered his head, and did not shed tears or cry. His expression was indifferent, his teeth were gritted, and his eyes were full of resentment and anger.

At some point, Bone Douluo came to Fang Mian's side. Looking at the decadent child, he opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

Seven days ago, when he saw Fang Mian that night, he was shocked. The injuries on this kid's body, not only on his peers, but also on an adult, would probably survive. were killed in pain.

But he didn't seem to feel anything, and he was still running wildly on the road with a person on his back. Bone Douluo seemed to see the flame called faith burning on his body.

Wouldn't it be inappropriate if I proposed to accept him as my disciple now?

Bone Douluo thought like this, squatted down and patted Fang Mian on the shoulder, "The deceased has passed away, I am sorry."

Fang Mian raised his head and stared at Bone Douluo. Bone Douluo was frightened by his eyes. There was endless anger hidden in his eyes, as if he wanted to ignite everything in the world before he would give up.

If you leave him alone, this child will definitely go astray.

Bone Douluo looked at Fang Mian seriously and said softly: "Your master will definitely not want you to be like this. Calm down."

Fang Mian's breathing became heavier, and it took him a while to calm down. He turned around, kowtowed to Bone Douluo, and said, "Thank you so much, Senior Gu, for helping me that night. I'm very grateful to you. If I can help you in the future, I'll help you." The younger generation will try their best to help.”

Bone Douluo helped him up, shook his head and said, "That's not necessary. You just need to adjust your mood and recover as soon as possible. I think... your master should think so too."

Fang Mian was silent for a moment, nodded, then raised his head and asked, "Senior Gu, do you have any clues about the murderer that night?"

Because Ning Rongrong suffered some skin injuries that night, the sect took this attack very seriously, so it sent special disciples to investigate the matter.

Bone Douluo pondered and said: "So far, there are not many clues. It's just that after that night, an elder named Yang Jiu disappeared. He was the elder who took you to the Soul Hunting Forest that day. I suspect he has something to do with it."

"Yang Jiu!" Fang Mian showed an angry look again. He recalled the man's appearance and figure. He kept comparing them and found that there were many overlaps. This made him tighten his fists even more. He couldn't help but murmur to himself: "I should have done it a long time ago. I thought it was him."

Bone Douluo watched his expression turn ferocious again, sighed, and wanted to say some words of comfort.

At this time, a man trotted over and shouted: "It's not good, Junior Brother Fang, it's not good."

He didn't notice Bone Douluo. Maybe he was an ordinary disciple. He directly said to Fang Mian: "The one at your home... is not, the one at your master's home..."

He pointed in the direction of the farm, breathing heavily and saying something incoherent.

After that night, Fang Mian was afraid of seeing things and missing people, so he moved back to live in the small courtyard. As soon as he heard what the stranger said about his master, he immediately got up, grabbed the man's hand and asked hurriedly: "My master's house What's the matter."

The man was out of breath and couldn't speak, so Fang Mian shook him off, said goodbye to Bone Douluo, and ran towards the farm.

When I came to the farm and entered it, I saw a fire burning at the door of the mansion from a distance. Someone was carrying boxes of things and throwing them into the fire.

"Stop, stop it all, who are you and why are you touching my master's things!"

Fang Mian stopped the people aggressively, looked at them with red eyes, and roared.

The people who were moving the things were all burly men. They looked at each other, silently pushed Fang Mian away, and then threw the things in.

Fang Mian was furious when he saw them acting like this. When he was about to take out the plants, a voice came from the door.

"Hey, isn't this Junior Brother Fang? I haven't seen you for a few days. Have you recovered from your illness?"

Fang Mian looked up and saw a thin man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks walking out with hands on his back. Others were following behind him. Fang Mian knew him. When the master was still there, he often followed the master to ask for advice. He has a humble appearance and is also a manager of the farm.

"Brother, what do you mean?"

Fang Mian asked with a cold voice and his body trembling with anger.

The man looked around in confusion and said: "What do you mean? It's not interesting. We are just making room for the new farm elders. What's the point?"

"Oh, Junior Brother Fang Mian, you don't think you are still a high-ranking elder disciple, do you think this is your home? Haha, don't be kidding, Junior Brother Fang Mian, whoever leaves the sect cannot change, your master If you die, you will be just an ordinary disciple, so leave quickly and don’t disturb our work here."

He waved his hand as if to ward off flies.

"You bastards!" Fang Mian's eyes were red and he was about to take out the plant to teach them a lesson.

A voice came from behind him.

"Who is Fang Mian?"

Fang Mian turned his head and saw two gray-robed elders coming with dozens of disciples. Fang Mian knew the elder on the left. He was the elder appointed by the sect to investigate the attack.

He walked up to Fang Mian, glanced twice, with a serious look on his face, took the paper in the disciple's hand, and read: "Disciple Fang Mian, obey orders, and after investigation, the former inner sect elder Wu Xianzun was arbitrary, domineering, and nepotistic during his lifetime. , Corruption and bribery, in order to satisfy his own selfish desires, he gathered the elixir belonging to the sect and planted it in his mansion. The evidence is conclusive. He was corrupt and perverted the law, used methods that harmed the public and benefited himself, and destroyed human nature. It is not allowed by nature. Because of his death, the sect Let the past be forgotten, but my disciple Fang Mian seems to be involved in the corruption. He is unforgivable. He will be deprived of his status as a disciple and expelled from the sect. Within three days, he must pack his bags, explain his important tasks, and leave the sect."

The elder thrust the paper into Fang Mian's hand and said coldly: "I will leave on my own in three days. I don't want to use force."

Fang Mian grabbed the piece of paper and stared at the content on it. His arms were shaking violently. In his ears, he heard that the sly-eyed senior brother ran to the elder who came with the elder who read out the content on the paper and loudly congratulated him. The sound of two elders talking about where to go to have a drink.

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and gradually rose. In front of everyone, he laughed up to the sky, as if he was crazy, and strode away.