Those years of bking for green tea apprentices

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Zhou Jidao held the blood vine in a daze, thinking about what Fang Yanchu said, what is "inheriting orthodoxy"?

Since he came to Lingyun Temple, he thought he had abandoned the past, and the things that are still in the world are like flowers in the mirror, gradually scattered in his memories in the boring and interesting practice life of Lingyun Temple day after day. .Now he wants to pick it up, but finds that he can't remember anything, about how he came to this world, and how he was bullied and driven away, he can't remember at all.

Zhou Jidao knew that his cultivation was still shallow, but he was cautious and humble by nature. If his cultivation is not enough, it is not enough. It is good to grow vegetables and sell melons in Lingyun Temple, and his skills will gradually increase. He has never touched any inheritance Orthodox ideas.

To be honest, Fang Yanchu, as the de facto owner of Lingyun Palace, has unfathomable skills, and it seems that he can live much longer than him.Not to mention that Ji Qianshan is a child, his cultivation level is quite deep at such an age, and he is also gloomy in the city.With these two mountains in front of him, is it his turn to inherit any orthodox tradition?

But Fang Yanchu didn't take this responsibility on his shoulders, nor did he entrust it to his apprentice, but solemnly entrusted this matter to him.

This made Zhou Jidao a little flattered, and besides being happy, he felt even more fearful, because he could hear an ominous aura from Fang Yanchu's words.

What is "If I really die"?

If Zhou Jidao's management over the years has laid the foundation of Lingyun Palace, then the existence of Fang Yanchu is the pillar and Fengfeng Stone of Lingyun Palace.As long as Fang Yanchu is there, even if he doesn't show up, everyone in Lingyun Palace will know the truth. Without Fang Yanchu, Zhou Jidao can't say what Lingyun Palace will become.

Zhou Jidao held the stumped branch, and spent two days feeling uneasy in his heart, until that day, the sky and the earth changed color.In the middle of the hillside where the yellow sand filled the sky, Zhou Jidao understood exactly what Fang Yanchu said that day like a revelation.

"Here?" Fang Yanchu was dressed in plain white robes, and above the white robes was a black dragon, with its long tail submerged in the robes, winding its way to nowhere.He drank a cup of hot tea slowly, watching the hot steam on the water disappear visibly to the naked eye.

"You are really easy for me to find," said a sentence suddenly out of the sweeping yellow sand in the air, and Shang Fuliang's figure stepped out of the yellow sand all over the sky, "I really didn't expect that that sword not only failed It can kill you, but it will make you stronger and stronger."

Fang Yanchu put down the cold tea, put the teacup heavily on the table, raised his eyelids and glanced at Shang Fuliang.He thought of that sword, the sword that attacked him while his soul was not fully recovered, and couldn't help smiling slightly: "Thanks to your sword, otherwise I didn't know that my precious apprentice prepared such a big surprise for me." .”

What he was referring to was nothing more than the inner demon that Ji Qianshan separated. At the critical moment that day, the inner demon hidden in his ear emerged and bit off the throat of Shang Fuliang's avatar.Until now, Shang Fuliang still has lingering fears about that mouthful, and now he still feels a stabbing pain in his neck when Fang Yanchu mentions it.

"Now you don't have the help of your apprentice." Shang Fuliang glanced around and found that Lingyun Hall was empty, except for Fang Yanchu, "You seem to have become a lonely family?"

"What's so bad about being lonely? At least you don't need to burden others when you die, unlike you." Fang Yanchu's eyes suddenly sharpened, staring at a small area behind Shang Fuliang, "When you die, you need to bring a back pad." of."

"Bai'er, you are indeed Mr. Longyou," a figure suddenly appeared from the shadow behind Shang Fuliang, and the figure became clearer and clearer as it got closer, and finally revealed a distorted human form, " If Lord Shentian was as smart as you, he wouldn't be killed by me."

There was an unmistakable coldness in Fang Yanchu's voice: "Soul Qing."

"I didn't expect that Lord Longyou still remembered me, so I'm really honored, or should I say," Hun Qing lowered his voice, "what Lord Longyou remembers is actually Lord Cantian who died tragically?"

"Not only do I remember Lord Cantian," Fang Yanchu said, "I also remember the Soul Sect who destroyed the sect for no reason. I'm afraid it's hard to escape your handwriting."

"Mr. Longyou is so good at finding out such secrets." Hun Qing's laughter was filled with chilling pride, "I remember that I wiped out all the remaining members of the Hunzong sect. Ah, can it be said that there are still fish that slipped through the net?"

"I dare not say that the fish that slipped through the net is the only survivor."

"Oh? Who?"

"It's you." Looking at Hun Qing's astonished expression, Fang Yanchu smiled suddenly, "Three Corpses Gathering Soul Formation and Soul Refining Technique are not simple techniques. With the existence of the Soul Sect, these spells should have disappeared after the Soul Sect was destroyed, but they suddenly appeared recently, how can this prevent me from suspecting you?"

Seeing that Hun Qing showed disbelief both in his face and body, Fang Yanchu had no choice but to continue: "As the apprentice of Lord Cantian, you took away his skill and killed Lord Cantian. I didn't think about it when I offered you a reward. You will be easily killed by Qianshan. After all, no matter how unworthy you are, you are still the apprentice of Lord Cantian, and it is not so easy to die. After you die, I have always been vigilant about the possibility of your reincarnation, but I have not found any signs , until after the two factions of the Soul Sect split."

No matter how you say it, Soul Sect is still a great sect, and no matter how many disputes there are between the two factions, it is also an internal conflict.In an environment surrounded by enemies, as long as the two factions have a little sense, they will not fight like this, unless someone deliberately provokes them.

"Hahahahaha." Before he finished listening to Fang Yanchu's words, Hun Qing laughed loudly, a large piece of flesh was missing from his chin, and his terrifying mandible was exposed when he smiled like this, "Mr. Longyou guessed right, who Let the people of the Soul Sect be as stupid as Lord Cantian? It is so easy to believe a new disciple of mine, and I just need to use a little trick to make them fall apart. Then I took the library of the Soul Sect, in the Among them, I am looking for a way to fix my soul, after all, if my demonized soul does not need some means, how can I fuse with the holy object?"

"You killed the Soul Sect because of this?"

"That's not true," Hun Qing's smile grew bigger and bigger, his mandibles without flesh and blood and even his thick teeth were exposed, "The reason why I killed the Soul Sect was that when I went to the Soul Sect that day, a disciple from the inner sect stepped on me. kicked me."

Hun Qing is a person who will take revenge. When others look at him, he can't help itching his hands, wanting to go up and goug out other people's eyeballs, let alone being stepped on.

"So you two have found together," Fang Yanchu gave Shang Fuliang a meaningful look, "It's really... a nest of snakes and rats."

Shang Fuliang glanced back at Fang Yanchu, and then at Hun Qing, with almost indiscernible disgust in his eyes.In a nest of snakes and mice, you can tell which is a snake and which is a mouse.

"It's useless to talk too much, Fang Yanchu, you're not waiting for your disciples to come to save you, are you?" Shang Fuliang pulled out his sword and pointed at Fang Yanchu, "How many apprentices have you helped Xuantian Lord take in in the past 1 years? See if one of them came to rescue you?"

"They have already completed the tribulation, and the world is free, and has little to do with Lingyun Palace."

"Then you still have an apprentice of your own?"

"Qianshan..." Fang Yanchu gently put his hand on his heart, and after a few breaths he breathed out, "It will take at least two days to get here from the sea of ​​blood. As long as he lives this life smoothly, I can rest assured." gone."

"Since you have made up your mind, I'll see you off for the last time." Shang Fuliang took a sword flower and shouted loudly. Before the words fell, Hun Qing was surprised to find that her body I can't move.Shang Fuliang's hand gently pushed behind him, pushing him towards Fang Yanchu.

He still loathes Yan Chu on his face, but he is relentless when he pushes out Soul Green: "This is the last holy object, you take it."

With Soul Qing in hand, the four holy objects are theoretically complete. As long as Fang Yanchu strips Soul Qing's soul, the four holy objects can be collected.

This is the last step of Fang Yanchu's plan, and also the last step of Shang Fuliang's plan.

"what do you mean?"

"Didn't you already guess it?" Shang Fuliang's mouth finally provoked a smile, "Longyou Jun, don't you just want the Four Sacred Objects? Now I'm giving it to you. Correspondingly, I want your life .”

Fang Yan didn't even look at him at the beginning: "Just because of you, you want to kill me?"

"I can't kill you," Shang Fuliang's voice didn't seem to admit defeat, "See if Heaven can kill you!"

Following his stern shout, as if to adorn him, a thunder exploded in the sky.The scourge is already brewing, and it will fall when Fang Yanchu reaches out and takes out the ever-burning lamp.

"Do you know what I want the four sacred objects for?"

Fang Yanchu's expression didn't change at all, as if the explosion of thunder was not intended for him, Shang Fuliang suddenly sensed the danger: "Isn't it saving Xuan Tianjun? With your current strength, what else can save you except the Four Sacred Objects?" his?"

"No." Without saying much, Fang Yanchu's hands naturally fell to his sides, and the black dragons in white clothes gathered on his right hand, and the black light gradually gathered, giving him a faint look of the old Longyou Sword.

"Longyou Sword? Now, you still want to kill me?"

Under Shang Fuliang's astonished eyes, Fang Yanchu gradually straightened his back, held the Longyou Sword in his hand and smiled fearlessly at the sky, then with a glint in his eyes, he dragged the tip of the sword and made a swordsmanship gesture.

"There is a saying, you are wrong." Fang Yanchu said, "I have no power because my power was entrusted to this land thousands of years ago."

With one strike, the situation changed suddenly, and the blood of the saint who had been nourished for thousands of years on this continent spurted out to help him achieve the momentum of this sword.