The three families of Fang, Ming, and Tan stood tall in Jinghe City, and their cave mansions each occupied a corner of the town.

Mortals love to gather on the plains, and monks like to dwell in the mountains.

Three peaks surrounded the city of Jinghe.

At the foot of the peak of the Fang family, there are scattered mansions, although the buildings are gorgeous, compared with the main mansion on the ridge, it is far behind. This is where the clansmen who are attached to the Fang family live.

The residents here, the highest status is Fang Yilian, the ninth young master of the Fang family.

Early in the morning, seeing Fang Yilian coming out of the cultivation room, Fang Siqi hurriedly ran forward and fetched water for him to clean his face.

Because he ran too fast, his left leg, which had been crippled since childhood, tiptoed, and a lot of water in the copper basin spilled out, splashing the courtyard wet.

"Is my master going out again?" Fang Yilian took the Jinpa from his hand and asked.

Fang Siqi nodded vigorously a few times.

Fang Yilian didn't speak again, wiped his hands casually, threw the Jinpa into the basin, and walked to the table to eat.

Fang Siqi looked at him secretly.

Straight as a pine, his eyes are shining. Even if Siqi was just a mortal, he could see that the Ninth Young Master was different from before.

What happened to the Ninth Young Master is known to everyone in Jinghe City. After his accident ten years ago, he moved out of the main house and moved here. It was at that time that Fang Siqi was sent to take care of him.

At that time, many do-gooders were waiting to see his jokes. But Fang Yilian, who was only ten years old, showed arrogance that was different from ordinary people, and no one dared to be inferior in front of him. Even after Siqi followed him, he was never bullied again.

Some elders asserted that Fang Yilian was by no means a thing in the pool. Now ten years have passed, Fang Yilian has not grown, and good people are waiting to see his jokes.

Just two months ago, the Ninth Young Master brought back a woman who said that she was his master.

Fang Siqi had never seen Jiang Xianshi pass on his art to the Ninth Young Master, unlike Fang Yilian, who lived in a simple house, she went out every day.

But the Ninth Young Master's condition is getting better day by day. In Siqi's eyes, now he is really as majestic as an immortal.

Fang Yilian was eating as if he was practicing, and suddenly heard the sound of "clang", which continued one after another. He raised his eyes and glanced at Fang Sijiu.

Sijiu obviously heard it, but didn't move, and his expression was dumbfounded.

Very few people visited, and the little guy couldn't even make out the knock on the door.

"There was a knock on the door. ”

Hearing Fang Yilian's reminder, Sijiu hurriedly ran to open the door, his shoulders rose and fell, and his left leg dragged badly.

At this moment, Jiang Xiaogu is in Yuexiang Teahouse.

Yuexiang Tea House is a place where monks drink tea, and when everyone enters the door, they will look at Jiang Xiaogu and then stay away from her.

She sat in the corner and muttered to herself, her face serious and resolute, without the slightest expression. It doesn't seem to be cultivated, but no one would be stupid enough to be mortal.

"Jar, why is no one willing to worship me as a teacher except Zhong Ying?"

Jiang Xiaogu held the teacup, feeling a little depressed.

She tried all the Fang family's pills, but none of them worked. If you want to refine the Guiyu Bead as soon as possible and resume your cultivation, you can only recruit a wide range of disciples.

But she wandered around every day, and when she met someone who was pleasing to the eye, she stepped forward to ask, and the other party either said that she had no intention of studying medicine, or walked away with a sneer.

The jar stayed in the Gu Raising Jar and did not appear, and comforted her and said:

"People in this small place don't know. I don't think there are many apprentices, just accept a few who can fight. Too many people to manage. You don't have that much Gu spirit liquid. ”

"Maybe an apprentice with a good spiritual root doesn't need Gu spiritual liquid. ”

"Then you can go straight to Gu. ”

"I'm not going to do what Loy does, forcing people. ”

Just as he was talking to the can, a transmission note flew over like a butterfly. Jiang Xiaogu grabbed and crushed it, and Jiang Zhongying's calm and magnetic voice came out.

"Quick return. ”

Jiang Xiaogu walked out of the teahouse slowly under the watchful eye of all the monks.

"This is the woman Fang Yilian brought back, what is the origin?"

"As I said before, it must be a pharmacist. I saw Fang Yilian in Fang Jia Dan Pharmacy that day, and my cultivation actually reached the sixth layer of Qi refining. ”

"Six floors?!"

There was a sound of inhalation around them, and they all looked at the place where Jiang Xiaogu had disappeared.

It seems that such an inconspicuous mortal can actually repair the waste spirit root!

Jiang Xiaogu had just passed through the Fang family's mountain gate, and Fang Yizhen and Fang Lingyu were standing on the mountain road in Zhangkuan, blocking her way.

When they met on a narrow road, the two glared at Jiang Xiaogu viciously. Jiang Xiaogu's expression was calm.

"You are Fang Yilian's pharmacist, we have something to say to you-" Fang Lingyu was the first to speak.

"I also have something to ask you. ”

Jiang Xiaogu glanced at the woman in front of him, turned his head to look at the street again, and asked:

"Is pale yellow trending this year?"

Fang Lingyu's face froze, and he couldn't help but look down at his dress, looking dazed.

"Bastard! Who is going to talk to you about this!"

Fang Yizhen pulled out his sword with a "pout", dancing with his teeth and claws.

"You hurry up and leave Jinghe City, and don't treat Fang Yilian again!"

Jiang Xiaogu couldn't do much with an expression, and blinked. "Why?"

"Because Master Ben commanded you! Don't think that if you cry and mourn, we will be afraid of you like mortals. If a monk can't see it, you don't have a cultivation at all. ”

"We warn you! Don't worry about our family's affairs! Otherwise, you won't be able to eat, so go around!"

The woman also came back to her senses, and pointed her sword at Jiang Xiaogu angrily.

"Our uncle is a foundation building monk, and he is not afraid of you at all!"

The two stared at Jiang Xiaogu, took two steps backwards, turned around and ran towards the mountain.

Jiang Xiaogu stood in place for a while, not knowing what he was thinking.

Outside Fang Yilian's house, a woman's cry could be heard intermittently, mixed with low moans.

"Immortal Master, why are you so slow-"

Fang Sijiu, who greeted her at the door, was so anxious that she stomped her feet, and Jiang Xiaogu glanced at her and immediately shut her mouth.

Jiang Xiaogu took out the Gu Cultivation Jar and shook it in front of Fang Sijiu.

"I can't fly yet, the canister hasn't recovered, I have to walk back. ”

Sijiu looked at her blankly, not knowing whether she didn't hear it or didn't understand. Jiang Xiaogu has to explain two more sentences.

"Don't talk about that!" the jar snapped out, yelling at her, "Come in and have a look." ”

There were more than a dozen servants standing in the courtyard, as well as a few burly guards.

There were only three people in the main room.

On the couch was a badly injured man, his exposed skin covered in purple-red patches.

There was a wound on the right side of his face, running under the ear to the corner of the mouth, the flesh of the body was blurred, the left leg was missing from the knee down, and half of the bone was frozen out of the torn flesh.

A warm light enveloped his body, healing his wounds, but the wounds were still bubbling with blood.

A woman knelt on the edge of the couch, pounding her chest and crying heartbreakingly.

Jiang Zhongying stood aside, saw Xiao Gu coming in, and beckoned her over.

"This is Fang Yipo, Fang Yilian's brother. ”