In the Chenghuang Temple in the back mountain of Anjia Village, Yuzhou City, the mountain Taoist sat on the dilapidated straw mat, with his head bowed, his face was sallow, and he looked like he was about to die.

"Master, you haven't eaten for a day, eat a little bit." An Yi wore a white down jacket with blue jeans, youthful and beautiful, beautiful and fashionable.

The mountain Taoist breathed like nothing, exhaled like an insect, and he slowly spoke: "An Yi, the destiny of heaven cannot be violated." ”

The sword qi left in his body by the sword idiot had gradually erupted, destroying his vitality, and the vitality he had ingested before had dissipated.

"Master, I'll go to my friend and ask for fruit." An Yi spoke.

"No, this will only make you owe more and more favors, and it will be difficult to return, and you will end up like me." The mountain Taoist knew that his apprentice was very beautiful, and many people were worried about it, and he even guessed that the mysterious man was willing to give him those precious spirit fruits to eat because he fell in love with An Yi.

Put a long line and catch a big fish, the mountain Taoist people are afraid that if they continue like this, their life and death will be controlled by others, and when the time comes, An Yi should be so self-contained?

If that person makes any more rude demands, An Yi, this kid......

The mountain Taoist felt that it was better for him to die.

But An Yi didn't think so, she calmed the master on the surface, turned around and called Fang Yuan.

When he received An Yi's call, Fang Yuan was teaching Zhou Yan the Five Elements Formation.

"Well, master, I'll answer the phone, Xiaoyan, you have a lot of enlightenment alone." Fang Yuan was very fancy and sent Zhou Yan to study on his own.

"Yes, master." Zhou Yan's little face was full of fighting spirit, she didn't want to lose to her sister Zhou Ya in her body.

On the other end, An Yi whispered to Fang Yuan about her master, hoping to get some more fruit from him.

Fang Yuan was strange, Xia Shiyun's mother's diabetes had been cured, and it didn't make sense that Master An Yi's illness was getting worse and worse.

He asked carefully, An Yi hesitated, and finally told the truth.

"Sword intent?" Fang Yuan was a little confused, he was cut off with a sword more than ten years ago, and it broke out more than ten years later, there was still such a fantasy big coffee in the martial arts?

Finally, Fang Yuan learned about the existence of the Four Idiots from An Yi's mouth.

Dao idiot, sword idiot, tomb idiot, and music idiot!

These four strange people, who have all reached the strength of cultivation, are the existence standing at the top of the pyramid of Chinese martial arts.

And An Yi's master is the eldest disciple of the Taoist idiot, the mountain Taoist, and his sword wound is left by the sword idiot.

Fang Yuan suddenly remembered Zhou Wangba, who went to Miao City together last time, this guy was An Yi's uncle, didn't that mean that this guy who was a private detective was also an apprentice of a Taoist idiot?

Hehe, this is really a person who can't be seen, and the king can't fight.

Fang Yuan immediately told An Yi that he really wanted to see the sword intent left by the sword idiot, and immediately went over to find her.

An Yi gritted her teeth and agreed.

She was originally as cold as snow, but the master's injury made her worry and couldn't stop her heart.

An hour later, Fang Yuan came to Anjia Village, although it is a village, but the infrastructure is very good, especially green, there are many trees as far as the eye can see, but at this time, in the depths of winter, most of these trees only have branches.

He touched all the way to the back mountain, and at a glance he saw the dilapidated City God Temple on the mountainside, and his divine sense shrouded it immediately.

At this time, on the mountain, the breath of the mountain Daoist suddenly became heavy, and there was a piercing sound of gold and iron clashing, which was the sword intent in his body that began to frantically counterattack, destroying his body, his lungs, at this moment, it was full of riotous sword qi, and even his breath carried a trace of sword intent.

An Yi was in a hurry beside her.

At this moment, a pleasant sound came from outside, like a sword roar, like a knife roar, with a strong Ling Ran righteousness, mighty and overwhelming.

The mountain Daoist was shocked, and the riotous sword intent in his body actually stopped in an instant, as if time had stopped.

The sword roar outside became more and more high-pitched, and there was a heroic intention of piercing through the golden cracked stone and piercing the sky, and even the sword intent in the body of the mountain Dao person also responded, as if it had been assimilated, and it left his body slowly and orderly.

The whole person of the Mountain Daoist was in a state of confusion, and he couldn't believe that the sword intent that had plagued him for more than ten years, the sword intent that had taken root in his body, had left like this?

Ten minutes later, the music outside was getting quieter.

An Yi looked at the master, only to see that his eyes were closed, his face was flushed, his breathing gradually became long, and a surging wave sound came out of the meridians in his body like a stormy wave.

The sword intent left by the sword idiot has tormented the mountain Daoist for more than ten years, but it has also tempered him for more than ten years, and at this moment, the sword intent is gone, and his true qi is suddenly like a tidal wave, surging violently.

The old age on the faces of the mountain Dao people seemed to fade in an instant, and those old age spots and crow's feet faded little by little.

It's a rejuvenation!

Finally, the mountain Taoist finished his work, slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity, and actually blew the offering table in front of him backwards.

An Yi stood beside him, feeling the aura on the master's body gradually stronger, and her cold face showed a loss for what to do.

What's going on?

A tune that cures the master?

Is it a music idiot?

An Yi hurriedly ran outside, but outside there were blue skies and white clouds, dead trees and barren fields, and there was no half a figure, as if the music just now was just an illusion.

A few minutes later, the breeze flashed next to An Yi, revealing a middle-aged man with fairy wind bones, his temples were slightly white, but his eyes were bright, his forehead was flat, and he didn't have the slightest sense of old age.

"Who is it?" Rao is mountain Taoist saw through life and death, and he couldn't help but be a little excited when he was almost alive just now.

An Yi shook her head: "I don't know, I didn't see a figure when I came out." Presumably, that senior didn't want to reveal his identity. ”

The mountain Taoist groaned, nodded slightly, and said loudly: "I want to help my predecessors today, if he is sent in the future, he will have no regrets in life and death!" ”

The mountain breeze blew, but there was no echo.

Suddenly, An Yi remembered Fang Yuan, didn't he say he was coming, could it be him? And his musical attainments are indeed very high, and the students of the Ivy League Medical College are obvious to all, but how is this possible?

An Yi shook her head, unwilling to believe this fact.

But that's just the way it is.

At this moment, Fang Yuan had already left Anjia Village.

After he sensed that Master An Yi's situation was not good at the foot of the back mountain, he immediately expelled the sword intent in his body with a pure sword sound.

Qingzheng Sword Sound is a real immortal magic technique, even the sword intent of a sword idiot can't resist it.

After that, when Fang Yuan was considering whether to show up, he received a call from Ying Canghe.

The medicinal materials on the list of 'ingredients' that Fang Yuan left him with 'ingredients' had all arrived!

As a family of seven kings, the Ying family has a wide network beyond Fang Yuan's imagination, and it only took three days to collect all the medicinal materials from all over the country, and then send them to the magic capital.

Fang Yuan felt that if he was allowed to collect it by himself, I am afraid that it would take a year and a half, and it might not be possible, some medicinal materials could not be bought with money, and some medicinal materials were collected by some families as heirlooms, if they didn't say it, outsiders would not be able to know at all.

Fang Yuan's heart was itching, and he immediately decided to learn from Lei Feng to do good deeds without leaving a name, and turned around and left.

(End of chapter)