"Ahh

A scream pierced the sky.

Fang Yijing was the first to rush into the room, the crystal was thrown on the ground, Fang Yizhen curled up on the bed, grabbed the corners of the quilt, and kept shaking.

"Brother Zhen, what's wrong with you?"

Fang Yijing's divine sense swept over, but he didn't see anything abnormal. He picked up the spirit mirror and looked at Fang Yizhen suspiciously.

The eldest lady and Lu Shoulian also rushed over.

Seeing that Fang Yizhen was safe and sound, the eldest lady stroked her chest.

"Zhen'er, what's wrong? Do you want to scare your mother to death?"

Fang Yizhen looked at her with a lost soul.

When Brother Jing was a pseudo-Linggen, Fang Yizhen still remembered what his mother said and his attitude towards him......

He jumped to his feet, grabbed the crystal in his arms, and pushed them.

"It's okay, it's okay, I saw a scary bug. Leave me alone. ”

Pushing them out of the room, Fang Yizhen grabbed the door frame. "By the way, mother, you don't care about the pharmacist, I'll deal with it. ”

"I'm going to make her worse off than dead. ”

His face was white and hideous in the moonlight, and he slammed the door shut.

The three of them stood outside the door for a moment. Fang Yijing couldn't help but sigh and turned to leave.

"Stop," the eldest lady called to him, "what's your expression? You think I haven't taught your brother well, do you?"

"Mother, the child doesn't think that way. ”

The eldest lady walked up to him, "Your uncle has already told me what you said. What do you mean by self-inflicted retribution? You think your sister deserves to die, don't you?"

"I said at the beginning, the vermilion tiger is fierce, and the spirit jade should not be raised. If you listen to me, you will be more than that. ”

The eldest lady's face was ugly, and she was about to have a seizure, when she caught a glimpse of Lu Shoulian constantly gesturing to her.

"Yes, we were wrong. But Lingyu died so miserably, as his brother, don't you want to avenge her, do you want her to die blindly?"

The eldest lady pointed to the back hall and hissed, "Your sister's coffin is still there, waiting for you to come back before being buried." Do you dare to say those things in front of her?"

Fang Yijing clenched his hands in pain, as if he had returned to the nightmare of his childhood. He glanced away, unwilling to look at the eldest lady again.

"I know, I'll avenge Lingyu. ”

At noon the next day, Fang Yizhen came to the mansion as usual.

He stood in front of Jiang Xiaogu, his hands hanging down, and his wide sleeves blocked the spirit mirror.

He stood silently with his head bowed for a moment. The thought of revenge made him restrain himself, and when he looked up, his face was full of smiles.

"Master, my brother Jing came back last night and gave me a three-hundred-year-old hexagonal hemp leaf, and I also said to show Master what kind of pill to use. ”

Jiang Xiaogu asked, "Where is it?"

Hexagonal hemp leaves have a repairing effect on the spiritual root.

Fang Yizhen said: "In the other courtyard." Brother Jing said that the spirit grass likes yin, and I raised it there. ”

On the north side of the mountain, there is a large bamboo forest, dappled with sunlight and rustling in the wind.

The Fang family's courtyard is here. Deep in the bamboo forest, it covers a wide area and has been deserted.

Jiang Xiaogu followed Fang Yizhen to the other courtyard and walked all the way to the back hall.

The cold light flickered.

With a "poof", Fang Yizhen's sword was inserted under her shoulder, and blood splashed everywhere.

"You! You don't have a spiritual root at all! You're mortal!"

Jiang Xiaogu, who was stabbed, was expressionless, but Fang Yizhen, who was doing it, was in great pain, and his face was gray.

"What did you do to my spiritual root?"

Jiang Xiaogu grabbed the wound and threw blood on his face. Fang Yizhen only closed his eyes, shouted and pulled out his sword, stabbing towards Xiao Gu's vital point.

Even if he was only a seventh-level Qi refining cultivator, his speed and physical strength were still much faster than Jiang Xiaogu's. In a few breaths, Jiang Xiaogu had already been hit by several swords.

It's really self-inflicted.

Jiang Xiaogu sighed.

Because of her Gu Blood, Fang Yizhen was not afraid of her Gu poison and Gu technique at all now.

"Why did my spiritual root turn black?"

Fang Yizhen's eyes were red, and he waved his sword in an orderly manner, just wanting to chop Jiang Xiaogu into small pieces.

Not only did his spiritual roots turn black like rotten tree roots, but the surface was also pitted up like tree bark, and it seemed that it would not take long for them to fall apart and analyze.

"What kind of poison did you tell me to put in my mouth!"

Jiang Xiaogu snorted coldly. Do you underestimate her too much, thinking that you can only poison her in such a clumsy way?

Her disdainful eyes angered Fang Yizhen, and although she was seriously injured, she never fell. As his strength gradually ran out, Jiang Xiaogu became more and more flexible.

Fang Yizhen shouted, grabbed Jiang Xiaogu's belt, lifted her above her head, and threw her down.

Jiang Xiaogu was thrown into a black hole by him.

Fang Yizhen waited for a long time, only to hear a "click", like the sound of a broken bone.

Did he fall to his death, so there was no screaming?

He dropped a lighting stone and shuddered.

The bottom of the cave was extremely dark, and only Jiang Xiaogu's face could be seen, as if it was floating in the air, and it was illuminated white, staring straight at him.

Fang Yizhen was frightened in his heart, and pretended to roar viciously:

"You're going to rot right here!"

Go off in a huff.

There was the sound of the stone slab moving above, and in the entire cave, there was only a faint light from the illuminating stone.

"Ahh

The jar floated out and sighed exaggeratedly.

"It's really a bad fate, the apprentice has taken a rival out. ”

Jiang Xiaogu didn't squeak and didn't move.

With that, the jar struggled to blow the illuminating stone and tumble around, trying to see where they were.

It is a stone house. It smells damp and has a slight musty smell. The walls and floors were covered with long stone blocks, and there were stone beds, tables and chairs, and a rotten futon.

It's like a retreat room.

"Jar, can you go out and inform Zhong Ying?"

Jiang Xiaogu sat up and twisted his body, his bones clicking non-stop.

"I can only stay two feet away from the Gu Cultivation Tank now. It's so deep that I can't even reach the slate above. ”

The jar floated back.

"Are your bones growing?"

Jiang Xiaogu pressed his shoulder, "The injury is also healed." ”

She scrambled to her feet, picked up the illuminating stone, and continued to check.

There was a noise above, like the sound of weapons clashing.

"Whoa—"

The stone overhead moved away, revealing a glimmer of morning light.

The sound of the fight became clearer, and one of them could be distinguished as Fang Yizhen's voice.

The other person didn't say anything, but Jiang Xiaogu and Jar both knew who he was.

"When Zhong Ying fights, he never speaks. What a tough guy. The jar complimented.

People are here to save them, of course they have to praise them.

Jiang Xiaogu said meaninglessly: "You haven't heard his screams." Otherwise, you will understand that it is not a tough guy at all. ”

"Ahh

With Fang Yizhen's scream, the two fell down at the same time.

Jiang Zhongying twisted his body in the air, pressed Fang Yizhen under him, and with the force of the fall, a sword pierced him, and the tip of the sword went deep into the stone.