readx;?“ How do you explain that?"

"Brother-in-law, have you ever heard that tigers don't eat children?"

"Yes. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

"Then have you ever heard of abandoning a wife and children?"

"Nonsense, who hasn't heard of that?"

"Well, I'm talking about beasts and beasts, and that's what I mean by both. ”

Hearing this, Fang Xiaowu didn't dare to believe it, and said, "Old liar, you mean to say that Fang Dashan not only wanted to harm his son, but also did the bad thing of abandoning his wife and son. ”

"As far as I've heard, that's true. Linghu Eighteen thought for a moment and said, "His wife has a great background, and she is the county lord of Mutian City's Muwang Mansion. ”

The Muwang Mansion, like the Beidou Mansion, was a family power of the Dawu Dynasty.

It's just that the Beidou Mansion has existed for two thousand years, while the Muwang Mansion has only a history of more than a hundred years.

More than 100 years ago, the emperor of the Dawu Dynasty drove to Dengzhou, and when he walked more than 600 miles away from Mutian City, he suddenly encountered a large number of masters attacking, and a middle-aged man passed by nearby, killing the bandit leader with god-like means to rescue the emperor.

The emperor was grateful to the middle-aged man, and when he heard that the middle-aged man's surname was Mu, he was named the prince of Mu, guarding Mutiancheng, and compared all the major forces of Mutiancheng.

The current Mu Wang is the grandson of a middle-aged man, named Mu Chengzu.

"It's strange, his wife is not an idle person, why did he abandon his wife and children?" Fang Xiaowu asked.

"Who knows, that's what I heard anyway, and the fact is that his wife had left the Fang family eighteen years ago and was taken back to her parents' house by her son, King Mu. ”

"What about Fang Dashan's son?"

"It seems that he has also returned to the Muwang Mansion. ”

Fang Xiaowu originally wanted to ask more about Fang Dashan, because this Fang Dashan actually had the same name and surname as Lao Tzu in his previous life, and if he was someone else, he couldn't help but be curious.

However, Linghu Eighteen seemed to have lost interest in speaking, yawned, and said, "I'm so sleepy, I haven't slept for a few days, go sleep for a while, my house hasn't changed, right?"

Fang Xiaowu didn't know if he was really sleepy or fakely sleepy, but since he said that he was sleepy, let him go to sleep, and said, "It hasn't changed." ”

"Okay, I'm leaving, you guys talk. ”

The words fell, and Linghu Eighteen turned around and walked out.

After Linghu Eighteen left, Fang Xiaowu turned around and asked Dong Guo honestly: "Honestly, haven't you heard of this Fang Dashan?"

Dongguo shook his head honestly and said, "No." ”

"Then it's even more strange, Fang Dashan is Fang Gejue's son, logically speaking, he should be very famous, why haven't you even heard of it?"

"I don't know how many sons Fang Gejue has, but I know that Fang Gejue has a son named Fang Zijun, who is now Chinese New Year's Eve four years old. ”

"Fang Dashan, Fang Zijun, it doesn't sound like they were born from the same mother. Could it be that Fang Dashan is the child of the eldest wife, and Fang Zijun is the child of the second wife?"

"Possibly. ”

When Dong Guo said this honestly, he felt that Fang Xiaowu was a little strange today.

Although they are all surnamed Fang, there are so many surnames in the world, and Fang Xiaowu's curiosity is too heavy.

Moreover, the object of Fang Xiaowu's curiosity was still the Fang family among the four major cultivators in the capital.

If the people of the Fang family knew that Fang Xiaowu was so curious about the other family's private affairs, they might be killed for nothing.

"Childe. Dongguo said honestly: "According to me, Fang Dashan's matter belongs to the secret affairs of the Fang family, so many people don't know, and those who know don't dare to talk nonsense, let's talk about it in private, if it's in public, I think it's better not to say more." ”

Hearing this, Fang Xiaowu nodded and said, "I think so too, so I'm not curious." ”

Although he said that he was not curious, deep down, he secretly wrote it down.

The next day, after Fang Xiaowu finished practicing, he took out a wooden sword from the storage ring that he hadn't used for a long time.

He carefully looked at it, but found nothing.

Since the last time Han Yu ran into the wooden sword, Han Yu seemed to be in a permanent sleep, and until now, there was still no movement at all.

Standing up slowly from the ground, Fang Xiaowu casually waved the wooden sword in his hand and made a whining sound.

Subsequently, he practiced swordsmanship in the practice room.

Of course, the swordsmanship he practiced was the "Nine Swords of One Hundred Uniques".

Although he has already learned this sword technique, learning it does not mean that he has profound attainments, and this sword technique is not an ordinary sword technique, it was specially created by Gong Jianqiu for Fang Xiaowu on the basis of the spirit snake sword technique, it is extremely powerful, Fang Xiaowu has practiced it until now, and he has not yet felt that he has practiced it to the peak, at most it is perfect.

This practice room was extremely spacious, and after Fang Xiaowu practiced in it for more than an hour, he felt that it had improved slightly, so he put away his sword and stood.

He was about to put away the wooden sword, when suddenly a cloud of white light came out of the tip of the sword, because the light was so faint that he almost didn't see it.

"Hey, could it be that Han Yu can come out?"

He shook the tip of his sword, and found that the white light had not only brightened a little, but also doubled in size.

Taking a breath secretly, he poured all his mind into the wrist of his right hand, and with his vitality, the wooden sword swiped lightly out of thin air, but saw that the wooden sword revealed a white light, and the white light on the tip of the sword had turned into a feather at this time, and at first glance, it looked like it grew out of the wooden sword.

He was about to take a closer look when the feather suddenly disappeared, and even the white light on the wooden sword converged.

No matter how much he was united in his mind and in the unity of man and sword, he could no longer let the feathers show out of the tip of the sword.

The phenomenon just now seems to belong to the antelope hanging horns, there is no trace, the realm is not enough, no matter how hard you try, no matter how hard you work, it can only be in vain and cannot be replicated.

"Forget it, the mood is changing every moment, the state of mind just now is fleeting, but it is impossible to find, no matter how I pursue it now, it is also useless, rather than wasting energy, it is better to leave it for next time. ”

After thinking about it, Fang Xiaowu put away the wooden sword and took out another weapon, but it was a nine-ring tin staff.

This is not so much a weapon as a magic weapon.

Because this magic weapon will always have a feeling of a Buddhist monk in his hand, after he took it out, he held the staff in one hand and the other in front of his chest.

"Amitabha, the monks don't speak, good, good, the little monk Fang Xiaowu, this is polite. ”

When the words fell, he danced the nine-ring tin staff and made a whistling sound.

Then, he pointed to the front with a righteous face, and shouted: "Bold and evil, you dare to harm the world, and let this master accept you." ”

Huhuhu......

I saw him dancing the nine-ring tin staff, and he seemed to be practicing in the practice room, which seemed to be mighty, but he didn't dare to use too much force, so as not to lose his momentum and break the practice room. I had already destroyed a practice room last time, and it would be a waste to destroy another one this time.

danced to the sick place, splashed water and did not enter, and no trace of Fang Xiaowu could be seen anymore.

There are only layers of staff shadows rolling, wave after wave, the back wave chasing the front wave, the scope of the wave is wide, it has reached about ten zhang, accounting for most of the practice room.

Suddenly, the shadow of the staff was retracted inward, and the nine-ring tin staff flew out of Fang Xiaowu's hand, turning into a shocking light, like a flying dragon, circling around the air hundreds of times, and finally falling into Fang Xiaowu's hands.

In an instant, Fang Xiaowu's momentum was strong, as steady as a mountain.

"These eighteen tricks of the Cloud Staff method are really good, when Master Hongguang first passed it on to me, he said that it has the ability to subdue demons and subdue demons, and I should be able to surrender when I encounter little demons and demons in the future. ”

Just because he hadn't finished his fun, he suddenly pointed out the nine-ring tin staff as a spear, and said: "Bah! Demon Dao, dare to rob the junior sister with the little monk, eat me with a cane!"

He hurriedly retracted his staff and said, "Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, Amitabha." ”

No more playing, put the nine-ring tin staff in the storage ring.

The storage ring that Gong Jianqiu gave it was very wonderful, except for people, it seemed that it could be put in, and I didn't know how big it was, anyway, with the improvement of cultivation, Fang Xiaowu could vaguely feel that its space was also constantly changing.

Afterwards, Fang Xiaowu came out of the practice room and went to the water room to rinse his body, feeling much more refreshed.

In a few moments, he came to the hall and began to enjoy the fine pastries and tea, and to comfort himself.

At this moment, Xue Bao'er walked in from outside the hall, holding a post in his hand, and saw that he was eating pastries in a big gulp, and his demeanor was lost, so he laughed.

"Bao'er, what are you laughing at? It's not the first time you've seen me eat like this. ”

"Son, when I thought that you were going to a banquet later, if you eat like this, I am afraid that it will be a sensation in the whole city. ”

"To the feast, to the feast?"

"Childe, see for yourself. ”

Xue Bao'er came up and handed the post in his hand to Fang Xiaowu.

Fang Xiaowu took it and opened it, his face moved slightly, and said, "Could it be that the young man in brocade clothes we saw last time is the son of the marquis of brocade?"

"It should be him. ”

"Bao'er, is this Jinyi Marquis very powerful?"

"This person is the same as Dongfang Wentian, he is the Marquis of Wanhu of the Dawu Dynasty, but he is not as old as Dongfang Wentian, who is in his fifties and less than sixty. I heard that as early as thirty years ago, the Marquis of Jinyi had a good relationship with the King of Pingxi, so the son of the Marquis of Jinyi and Zhu Jingwen belonged to the world, and I also heard that ......"

"What did you hear?"

"The son of the Marquis of Jinyi came to Huayang City this time, in addition to meeting the king of Pingxi, he also proposed to the king of Pingxi. ”

Hearing this, Fang Xiaowu was slightly stunned and said, "You mean to say that the son of the Marquis of Jinyi wants to marry Zhu Jingwen as his wife?"

Xue Bao'er smiled and said coquettishly: "Yes, Son, are you a little jealous?"

Fang Xiaowu rolled his eyes and said, "What kind of jealousy am I?" I just think that if Zhu Jingwen marries that brocade boy, I don't know if that brocade boy will be able to stand it. Since King Pingxi sent a post inviting me to the banquet, I think tonight's banquet must be very grand. Bao'er, you help me choose a suitable shirt, so that I don't lose my manners when I go. ”

Xue Bao'er smiled and said, "Okay, Son, I'm the best at this kind of thing." ”