After rebirth, the master became the white moonlight

Fangfu was originally located in the downtown area in the south of Jiangbei City. Since the accident four years ago, no one dared to approach it. Not only that, the houses and shops around Fangfu were closed and relocated, pushing the downtown area to the north. Ten miles away.

The gate of Fang’s house is open all the year round, and when passing by, you can still see a shiny black sword stuck in the ground in the yard. Those who are curious about the sword and want to go in to see what’s going on, once they go in, they won’t come back. I didn't come out, and over time it became a haunted house.

On a moonlit night, the wind was high, and two figures lingered at the gate of Fang's house.

"Brother, do we really want to go in? That sword looks very fierce."

The black sword slanted into the ground, reflecting the cold moonlight. The hilt was bent inward, like two symmetrical hooks, and like two fangs, which made people daunting.

The senior brother seemed to be stunned, showing a vague greed: "Of course I want to enter!" He turned his head to the junior brother who was telling him, "Do you know what kind of sword this is?"

The younger brother shook his head.

"If I'm not mistaken, this is the famous sword - 'Yunlang Ghost Tooth'! It's really strange, isn't the Fang family in business, how could there be such a thing?"

The little brother looked inside again, "Brother, you said this is the handed down sword written in the book? Shouldn't this kind of peerless artifact be in the deep forest of the fairy mountain or the bottom of the fairy island? Why is it exposed here like this?"

"Yeah," the senior brother thought for a while, "but then again, the sword has been born for many years but no one can take it away, and even put it indifferently. I don't know what the secret is about this sword. Let's go in and have a look."

"Ah, do you really want to go in?" The junior brother took a step back, but his arm was grabbed.

The senior brother grabbed his arm, "What are you afraid of, let's just go in and see what can happen if we don't touch it."

When Fang Yuan came over from a distance stepping on lightness kung fu, he saw this scene. Two people, one tall and one short, pulled each other and walked towards Fang's mansion. They were the pair of brothers from Pingzhou City.

He sat on the wall outside the house and looked around the entire mansion. The yard was in a mess, with gravel scattered all over the place. Except for the dilapidation, nothing seemed to have changed, it was the same as before.

The little junior was dragged into Fang's mansion, and the two stood beside the black sword, it was the first time they were so close to the divine sword.

"Brother, do you feel so hot!" Wiping the sweat with his sleeve, just after wiping it off, there were dense beads of sweat on his forehead again. The little brother looked up, and his face was also dripping with sweat, although The climate in Jiangbei is warm, but not too hot to sweat.

And it's getting hotter and hotter, feeling stuffed in an airtight bag.

The senior brother wiped the sweat from his chin: "This sword must be the cause." After speaking, he made a seal with his hand, and with a bluish light, he hit the black sword with a single finger.

The ice curse, a unique spell in Pingzhou City, can produce ice that will not melt for a hundred years, but this person's cultivation level is a little bit, so it would be very good if he can survive for two hours.

Fang Yuan held his sword and watched from the wall, saw that he had formed an ice spell, so he cast an ice spell and pushed him over, breaking his ice spell.

"Who is it?" The senior brother raised his head abruptly, and saw a young man on the wall holding a sword and smiling, he pointed, "Who are you?"

Fang Yuan flew down, "It's your savior." Ignoring the man pointing at his hand, he raised his eyebrows at his junior brother: "If I hadn't broken your spell just now, you two would be so small Just wait to be bitten by this sword!"

"Are you following us?" The junior brother retorted, Fang Yuan glanced over, and he looked away timidly.

"I follow you? I'm not so free, am I?"

Fang Yuan raised his head slightly, a sword lay across his neck, and the owner of the sword looked fiercely: "How do you know that this sword will bite back?"

Fang Yuan sighed, and thought: You are fucking stupid, even if you pour a basin of water into the fire, the heat will blow back, right?Not to mention a sword with fire attributes.

But he didn't say it so bluntly, he clamped the blade of the sword with two fingers and moved it away from his neck, and said with a smile: "The origin of this sword is unknown, it should belong to fire, if the ice curse is hit on the sword, the intersection of ice and fire will inevitably counterattack .”

The senior brother put away the sword, "Do you recognize the ice curse? A fellow of the same way?"

Fang Yuan laughed a little: "Same way, same way, in Xiayuan, from Xiaoshan."

"Xiao Shan, hum." He seemed to be disdainful, but out of face, he still said: "I'm going to Zuoqiu Cheng, this is my junior brother Zuoqiu Chu."

"Pfft—" Fang Yuan couldn't hold back, and laughed out loud.

Zuo Qiucheng glared at him: "What are you laughing at?"

Fang Yuan waved his hands again and again: "It's nothing, it's a good name!" He thought to himself that the method of naming Pingzhou City is really unique.

Fang Yuan walked into the house while thinking, Zuo Qiucheng stopped him: "What are you doing?"

He turned around: "Huh? Oh, I'll go in and take a look around, you can do whatever you want, don't be polite to me."

"Cut, make it look like this is your house." Zuo Qiucheng muttered something like this, Fang Yuan heard it, he didn't speak, just smiled faintly.

Fang's valuables have long been emptied, except for some inkstones, brushes and books scattered all over the place, covered with a thick layer of dust.Fang Yuan picked up the yellowed paper on the ground, dusted off it, and put it on the table. There were black stains on the paper. Fang Yuan touched it with his hands. His father loved to write and draw in the study. Painting or wiping antiques, are the stains on the paper the bloodstains from that year?

Fang Yuan felt depressed and panicked. To the world, it was only four years since the Fang family was wiped out, but to him it has been a full 11 years. He wanted to be sad and cry, but his memory had been dusty for too long, and it was not at all when he really returned home. Sad not to come out.

He tidied up the desk with a blank expression, and put away the books that had fallen from the next shelf. When he lowered his head to pick up the book, a small booklet fell from among the big books. Fang Yuan picked the dust from it. , revealing a few words: Fang's family tree.

This is the family tree of the Fang family. He flipped through it casually, until he found the name of his father Fang Hongwen at the back. One page, it's not Fang Yuan's name, but Fang Qinghan.

Who is Fang Qinghan?

Fang Yuan couldn't think of any information about this person in his mind. He was just leaning on the bookshelf, about to look through the family tree again, when he heard a ghost-like howl from outside——

Ah ah ah! !

He didn't care about flipping through the book, put the family tree in his arms and ran out. When he ran to the yard, he felt a burnt smell.

Zuo Qiucheng's right hand was holding the black sword, and it started to turn black from the fingertips, and it spread upward at a speed visible to the naked eye. Zuo Qiu was supporting him, panicked and at a loss. Seeing Fang Yuan approaching, he quickly said: "Mr. Fang ! Help my brother!"

Zuo Qiucheng's face was flushed, and the veins on his neck were bulging, as if he had reached the limit, he said with difficulty: "Save... me."

Fang Yuan frowned, drew his sword without hesitation, and swung it forcefully.

ah! ! ——

Zuo Qiucheng felt severe pain in his right arm, he looked at his right arm in horror, it was already empty, Fang Yuan cut off his right arm with a sword!

Zuo Qiucheng is a cultivator, losing his right arm is equivalent to losing half his life. Seeing that the anger in Fang Yuan's eyes was about to overflow, he almost gritted his teeth: "I...kill, you..."

He vomited a mouthful of blood and passed out.

Fang Yuan put his sword back into its sheath, with a serious expression on his face, he sneered: "Kill me, if you don't cut off your right arm, you will be turned into ashes directly. Otherwise, how can I save you?"

Zuo Qiucheng's broken right arm was completely black, and fell from the hilt to the ground, turning into fly ash.

"You, you..." Zuoqiu was terrified and froze on the spot, not knowing what to do. Fang Yuan glanced at him and said, "Why are you still standing there, wrap up his wound first, and then go back to find someone else." Hospital treatment, otherwise he will bleed to death later."

"Oh good." Zuo Qiu was stunned, tore off his clothes and wrapped them up for his senior brother, and left with his back on his back.

After their senior brothers left, Fang Yuan stared at the sword for a long time. He had never seen this sword before. It is hard to say if it is the sword of the Fang family. I tried my best, but in the end they were all burned to ashes by the black sword. There might be no ghosts at all, and this may be the origin of the haunted house.

Thinking of this, Fang Yuan shook his head, turned around and went back to see if there was anything else in the mansion, the family tree always made him uneasy.

Just two steps away, Fang Yuan suddenly heard the sound of children crying, chopping and smashing, panicked footsteps, and howling. He turned his head suddenly, but there was nothing but the black sword.

But as soon as he turned around, these voices were in his mind, and he couldn't get rid of them no matter what.He covered his forehead and noticed the sword. He walked towards the sword. The closer he got, the clearer the voices became. He could even hear what those people were saying and see the pictures in his mind.

The couple hid in the closet.

"Yunhan, don't be afraid!"

"Where is Han'er! My son..."

Through the gap in the cabinet, a ten-year-old boy ran over, completely unaware of the danger behind him, crying, "Father, mother..."

The man suddenly came out of the cabinet, pulled the boy, pushed him into his wife's arms, and kicked the man behind who raised the knife. The two tore together, and the man turned his head and shouted: "Yunhan, what do you bring?" Han'er go, go!"

The woman hesitated for a moment, pulled the boy and ran out while in disorder.

The picture was blurry and the sound was noisy, Fang Yuan couldn't hear or see clearly, he was a little urgent, and took a few steps towards the black sword, the heat wave was roiling, his face was flushed, and sweat flowed down his forehead to his chin , still couldn’t hear clearly, he stretched out his hand to grab the sword, gripped it suddenly, there was a burst of burning heat in his hand, the pain made his arm tense, the originally bandaged wound burst open, and blood dripped down the arm onto the black sword superior.

Fang Yuan closed his eyes, and a white sword engraved with complicated auspicious patterns flew over and landed beside him, instantly opened a transparent barrier, covering him inside.