readx;?“ Cousin, is that kid your fiancé?"

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"When I saw it today, it really lived up to his reputation, this kid was not only a waste who couldn't cultivate, but he also looked so frustrated, and I don't know how my uncle took a fancy to this guy back then. ”

"You mean to say my dad has no vision?"

"Cousin, you're serious when you say that, you know what I mean. ”

"Don't talk nonsense, I called you here to be a witness, not for you to play. ”

"Cousin, in fact, with your identity, you don't need to do this at all, you just need to write a letter of resignation, why bother?"

"It's my business, you don't have to worry about it. ”

"Well, since you're going to make it clear to him in person, then whatever you want. ”

As he spoke, the nine men walked towards the woods, and the two who spoke were the two who were at the front.

The one on the left is a sixteen or seventeen-year-old young man in brocade, with a look of eyes above the top, and the one on the right is a delicate girl in red, similar in age to Fang Xiaowu, and the expression on her face is always cold and indifferent, as if she is not very interested in anything.

As for the seven people behind the two of them, they were all dressed as family members, and at a glance, they knew that they were the descendants of a big family.

In the blink of an eye, the nine people came closer, and at this time, Fang Xiaowu was still immersed in a faint sadness.

The reason why Fang Xiaowu is like this is because he was dumped by a woman in his previous life, just because he is not rich and handsome, his ex-girlfriend decisively dumped him and threw himself into the arms of his son after meeting a rich man.

Originally, he had almost forgotten the appearance of this ex-girlfriend, but as soon as he saw the girl in red, he suddenly thought that this rather beautiful girl was the fiancée of "Uncle Waste Firewood", who had been married to a baby since childhood, and he unconsciously remembered his ex-girlfriend.

The girl in red is named Wang Xibei, the youngest daughter of another Xiuzhen family in Wuyang City, the Wang family, the same year as Fang Xiaowu, only one month younger than Fang Xiaowu.

Fifteen years ago, Fang Xiaowu's Lao Tzu and Wang Xibei's Lao Tzu had a good relationship, so they set up a baby kiss for Fang Xiaowu and Wang Xibei, who were only a few months old at the time. However, since Fang Xiaowu's parents died, in the past two years, the Wang family has stopped contacting the Fang family, and some people even rumored that the Wang family is going to withdraw from this marriage, as if nothing happened.

Fang Xiaowu could understand Uncle Wastewood's lonely mood, so as soon as he saw Wang Xibei, he couldn't help but feel a little sad.

"Cousin, what is this kid doing? Look at him, he looks like he's lost. The brocade-clothed boy said with a smile.

Wang Xibei glared at the brocade-clothed young man, and then said to the other party Xiaowu: "Fang Xiaowu, I came here to see you today to make one thing clear to you." ”

"What do you want to tell me?"

Fang Xiaowu recovered quickly, because he was not Uncle Waste Wood, he just sympathized with Uncle Waste Wood, there was no need to make himself look like a real Uncle Waste Wood.

"Do you know this phoenix hairpin?" Wang Xibei took out a golden hairpin, a crested head, commonly known as a phoenix hairpin.

"Recognize. Isn't it my father who gave you Lao Tzu as a marriage object in the past?" Fang Xiaowu said lightly.

"You Laozi?" Wang Xibei was slightly stunned, but soon, she nodded and said: "Fang Xiaowu, you and I are not children anymore, how can marriage be a child's play? You also know that I am a person who dares to act, and I never thought of marrying you when I became sensible." ”

"Really?" Fang Xiaowu's mouth raised slightly.

"I'm here today to dissolve the marriage contract between us, this phoenix hairpin ......"

"Bring it!" Fang Xiaowu drank abruptly and stretched out his hand.

Isn't that enough?

Why can't you be anti-customer-oriented, and have to wait until the other party humiliates you first?

The first strike is strong, and the second strike suffers, this is a wise saying handed down by the ancestors.

Doesn't he, a man who has traveled back in time from modern times, understand this?

Sure enough, Wang Xibei and the others didn't expect Fang Xiaowu to come like this suddenly, they were all taken aback, and they thought that Fang Xiaowu was evil.

Immediately, the brocade-clothed boy turned cold, and scolded angrily: "Waste, what is your name? Believe it or not, Young Master Ben slapped ......."

"Cousin, this is my business, don't worry about it. ”

After Wang Xibei finished speaking, he walked up a few steps and handed the phoenix hairpin in his hand into Fang Xiaowu's hand, wanting to see what Fang Xiaowu wanted to do.

"It's a good phoenix, but it's a pity that you're not my dish. Fang Xiaowu laughed, threw the phoenix hairpin in his hand back, never looked at it a second time, and said: "Wang Xibei, the marriage contract between you and me is invalid, from now on you are you, I am me, we have nothing to do with each other." Let's go. ”

"You shit......

Wang Xibei himself was not angry, but he was angry with the boy in brocade, looking angry and about to make a move.

"Cousin!" Wang Xibei snorted, and the boy in brocade seemed to be very obedient to this cousin, and immediately changed to a different look.

"Fang Xiaowu, you seem to have changed today. Wang Xibei looked at Fang Xiaowu suspiciously.

"It's that people change. Fang Xiaowu said briefly and forcefully.

"You ......" Wang Xibei suddenly sighed and said, "Forget it, anyway, this is the last time you and I will meet, and I don't want to say more." ”

He glanced at Fang Xiaowu strangely again, turned around and left without looking back.

The brocade-clothed boy originally wanted to teach Fang Xiaowu a lesson, but he was worried that after he did this, Wang Xibei would not pay attention to him in the future, so he glared at Fang Xiaowu fiercely, and led the seven subordinates to catch up with Wang Xibei in front.

After a short time, a group of nine people drifted away and finally disappeared.

As soon as Wang Xibei and the others disappeared, Fang Xiaowu turned around and pounced as if he had been beaten with chicken blood, blinked into the woods, and searched carefully with his eyes.

Soon, he found the phoenix hairpin from the woods, blew it with his mouth, then wiped it clean with his sleeve, and said with a proud face: "Who the hell is willing to throw away such a valuable thing? I will leave Wuyang City in the future, and using it as living expenses is enough for a year or two to raise funds." ”

After thinking about it, she said in her heart: "What did Wang Xibei's girl say This is the last time I will meet her, is she going to leave Wuyang City?" She gave me a strange look before leaving, and there seemed to be something else hidden in her eyes, what is it?"

After thinking about it for a while, Fang Xiaowu couldn't understand Wang Xibei's thoughts at that time, so he didn't continue to think about it.

Anyway, it was he who opened his mouth to dissolve the marriage contract, and if he wanted to talk about grievances, it was Wang Xibei.

Now that the marriage contract has been dissolved, what is there to worry about since the old and the dead have not been in contact with each other? What does Wang Xibei have to do with him whether he is alive or dead?

"Hahaha, you thief, do you want to use this old-fashioned trick to play me? Since you have made me travel to this world, I will fight with you. Fighting the heavens and the earth and fighting the landlord, I don't believe that I can't fight you. ”

Although Fang Xiaowu also had times when he was depressed, he never knew what it meant to give up and what it meant to be weak in his life.

His father in his previous life named him Fang Xiaowu, in addition to liking to read martial arts novels when he was young, it also has the meaning of making him live more optimistically, live stronger, and live more chic. As for the future, in this world where strength is respected, he decided to live a more decisive life, because this is a major event related to his old life.

It may be because he ate too much food yesterday, plus Fang Xiaowu's cultivation has reached the middle stage of the "Gate Dao Realm", his physical strength has increased greatly, and after the sky turns dark, Fang Xiaowu doesn't feel hungry at all, just a few sips of water and he feels energetic.

Since there is no way to improve his cultivation again in a short period of time, he has to practice external skills first.

The so-called external skill is martial arts. Martial arts are all-encompassing, such as swordsmanship, knife skills, stick skills, marksmanship, fist skills, palm skills and so on.

Their Fang family is a big family in Wuyang City, with "Tengyun Gong" as the highest exercise, and there are also six ninth-level and eighth-level exercises.

He is the young master of the Fang family, of course, he only learns the highest level of "Tengyun Gong", and for martial arts, although he is a waste material, but also under the supervision of his Lao Tzu, in addition to learning the "Spirit Snake Sword Technique", he also learned a fist technique and a palm technique, which are called "Fire Spirit Fist" and "Fire Yang Palm" respectively.

Martial arts, like the Martial Arts Treasure Book, are also divided into levels.

From high to low, it is heavenly, earthly, human, first, second, third, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh, eighth, and ninth.

The Fire Spirit Fist, the Fire Yang Palm, and the Spirit Snake Sword Technique, which Fang Xiaowu is best at, are all fourth-level martial arts, which match the fourth-level exercises of "Tengyun Gong".

That night, Fang Xiaowu took off his shirt, ** his upper body, and practiced the Fire Spirit Fist and Fire Yang Palm in the open space in the woods.

He had practiced these two martial arts countless times before, but because he had no vitality in his body, he couldn't match it with "Tengyun Gong", so he didn't have any power.

And after eight hours of hard training, he actually made rapid progress, and practiced these two martial arts to the ninth realm, when he came out of his palm and punched, with the use of the vitality in his body, he could also feel the fire qi beating between his fingers.

The Fire Spirit Fist and the Fire Yang Palm have a total of twenty-one weights.

When he Lao Tzu was alive, he had already cultivated to the highest level, because cultivation was at the peak of the "Fusion Realm", and with a palm or a punch with his hand, he could emit a burst of external palm or fist strength with fire, and it could hurt people a hundred steps away, which was quite terrifying.

As for what kind of cultivation the Fusion Realm is, it is the sixth great realm of martial arts.

Under the realm of integration, they are respectively the realm of entering the room, the realm of ascending the hall, the realm of the doorway, the realm of the first glimpse, and the realm of entering the martial arts.

Fang Xiaowu's cultivation is in the third great realm of martial arts, and he can sweep the first glimpse realm and the martial artists who enter the martial realm, but for the martial arts that need to accumulate over time to set foot on the peak, he still has an extremely long time to walk slowly in the future.

Of course, this is only for the average person, if he is a peerless genius, or if he encounters a great opportunity, that is, a pie-in-the-sky adventure.

Then, he could reach the pinnacle of martial arts within a hundred years, shatter the void and go, and cultivate an immortal body.

If not, then you can only cultivate slowly, and in this process, the state of mind is the most important.

Mood has little to do with talent.

For example, a peerless genius spends decades cultivating to the realm of martial arts, but when Jingsheng is at a higher level, his state of mind suddenly becomes very bad, which will affect his cultivation, and his cultivation will be completely wasted, and his body will be shattered and his soul will be scattered.

And a martial artist with a good state of mind, as long as he always maintains a good attitude, his qualifications are not too bad, he works hard and diligently, and cultivates slowly, after more than a thousand years, he can also reach the peak of martial arts.

However, such people are very few after all, because people whose mood can be so good can also be said to be geniuses in another aspect.

After Fang Xiaowu finished practicing the Fire Spirit Fist and the Fire Yang Palm, it was almost dawn.

He was sweaty, so he ran to a pond nearly twenty meters away from the wooden house to wash, and at this time, he did not feel hungry, so he simply went back to sleep.

Coo~

Fang Xiaowu slept very sweetly this night, and when he was playing with a beautiful woman in a dream, he was woken up by a burst of stomach screams.

"I'm so hungry. It's strange that since I've been here, I've either been hungry or I've been hungry like a foodie, and it seems that I'm going to eat no less than the last time. Anyway, I already have that phoenix hairpin, it's worth a hundred gold, and I can't eat it for a year and a half. ”

Fang Xiaowu got up from the bed and touched his belly, meaning that he told his stomach not to protest with him, and to feed it later.

He took out an iron box from under the bed, opened the lid, and counted the coins inside, a total of seven silver coins and thirty copper coins, and these were all the wages he had earned in the "Wanfu Building" running hall in the past year.

"Wanfu Building" is a big restaurant in Wuyang City, and the reason why he can run the hall there is all due to the credit of the dead old housekeeper and Lin Wan'er.

He didn't want to go to Wanfulou to run the hall now, so he decided to go to a medium-sized restaurant in the city to make a tooth sacrifice and treat himself.

Then he changed into a clean shirt, filled all the coins in a shabby money bag, picked up his wooden sword, left the wooden house, and went to the prosperous area west of the city.

When Fang Xiaowu entered the bustling area in the west of the city, it was just the beginning of lunch.

He entered a medium-sized restaurant called "Hongfuyuan" and ordered several dishes, planning to eat first and then say, if it was not enough, it would be okay to continue to order.

With his dress, entering and exiting this kind of mid-range restaurant is naturally a bit eye-catching, and it attracts the attention of some guests from the moment he enters the door. Fortunately, no one knows that he is "Uncle Waste Firewood", and he doesn't care about anyone's eyes, even if he is despised, he is also treated.

Fang Xiaowu was munching on his meal when he suddenly saw a guest walk in from outside.

I saw that this person was quite tall, about thirty years old, dressed in a green shirt, looking like a scholar, holding a flute in his right hand, and was tapping the palm of his left hand at once.

After the scholar walked into the dining room, his eyes turned and his face changed suddenly.

Immediately, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and his face was covered with an expression of disbelief, as if he had seen someone he shouldn't see.

At this time, Fang Xiaowu's eyes raised slightly, and he saw this scholar from a distance.

Fang Xiaowu was stunned at first, then taken aback, and finally broke out in a cold sweat.

In the midst of the electric light, some fragments of sleeping memories began to emerge from the depths of my mind because of strong stimulation.

......

At dusk the day before yesterday, Uncle Waste Wood had just come out of work in Wanfu Building, and before he had taken ten steps, he met this scholar.

Just because this book looks very gentle, like a good person, under the inquiry of the scholar, Uncle Waste Material was kind for a while, and took the scholar to a place called Broken Sky Cliff outside the city.

As a result, after arriving at the Broken Sky Cliff, the scholar showed his fierce face, and killed the waste material uncle with one palm, and he didn't know what exercises he performed, but he actually sucked away a spiritual energy from the waste material uncle, and then threw the body of the waste material uncle off the Broken Sky Cliff.

No one knows the depth of the Broken Sky Cliff, and the clouds and fog cover it all year round, and even the peerless powerhouses dare not go down to explore.

After Uncle Wastewood's body fell, Fang Xiaowu's soul appeared in the Yuanwu Continent at that time, and entered Uncle Wastewood's body and was reborn.

Fang Xiaowu vaguely remembered that he was lying on a piece of black earth under the Broken Sky Cliff, and suddenly a small thing ran to his mouth, turned into a clear spring, and flowed into his body.

Then he died of pain, and he didn't know what he had reached out for, and his head shook and he passed out.

One night passed, and he suddenly woke up, but his mind was groggy, like a walking corpse, and he didn't know how he got up from under the cliff.

After that, he returned to the wooden house in the west of the city in a daze, feeling tired and sleepy, and finally fell on the bed until Lin Wan'er came to the wooden house to wake him up.

......

"Damn, this guy must be shocked to see that I'm not dead. Oops, this guy isn't a good guy, will he let me go?"

Fang Xiaowu was very calm on the surface, but his heart was pounding.

He didn't know how high the scholar's cultivation was, but the realm was at least higher than him, and if he really wanted to do a black hand on him, he would definitely not be able to escape!

In an instant, he forgot that his stomach was not full, and slowly stood up, looking like he wanted to escape from here.

However, after the scholar was sure that Fang Xiaowu was the young man who had killed and sucked the aura and thrown it down the Broken Sky Cliff, a smile suddenly appeared on his face, and he walked over to where Fang Xiaowu was, and the flute in his hand crackled.

Fang Xiaowu wanted to run away if he wanted to, but he couldn't do so, because he could see that once he had the intention of escaping, the scholar would immediately poison him.

If he hadn't run, he might have lived a little longer, as long as he didn't die now, and he had to prolong as much time as he could.

So, instead of leaving, he sat down.

He turned his heart sideways, and if he wanted to die, he would be a full ghost, burying his head and continuing to eat.

"Little friend, I haven't seen you for a few days, how are you lately?"

The scholar walked to the table, looked very familiar with Fang Xiaowu, and sat opposite Fang Xiaowu, but he was shocked in his heart: "Why didn't this kid die? Besides, I also sucked away a spiritual energy hidden in his body, how could he still come back from the dead? But to say that there are people in the world who look the same, it is absolutely impossible. My silver flute's cultivation has reached the late stage of the 'Breakthrough Realm', can I still see it?"