"Whew. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info" A stream of water vapor blew and flew into the village of Giethoorn. And almost at the same time, Fang Hong opened his eyes, and there was a glittering look in his eyes.

"Gongjiang has finally been refined. There was a hint of joy on his face, and for five years, he had been practicing day and night uninterruptedly before he was promoted to the sixth grade. It can be seen that the further this Shinto goes, the longer it takes.

It's also a shame that he is in the time when Shinto is collapsing, if he is born in the period when Shinto is still alive, it is almost a radish and a pit, and if you want to be on top, it takes more than perseverance and time. If the gods above you don't fall or ascend, you'll have to stay where you are. How many gods and goddesses spend their lives in only one position.

"However, if I am promoted to Gongjiang Hejun, I am afraid that I will have to face a catastrophe. Fang Hong got up and looked at the sky, although the blue sky outside was still clear, he vaguely felt that there was a layer of clouds that would be overwhelmed at any time.

His own personality is just pure white, and according to the fatalistic point of view, his life is also the case of a little rich. But during his period, he devoured the life personality of outsiders many times, so that his own life personality was improved. And recently, he has refined Gongjiang again, and his strength has increased greatly, making his life grow again. In such a situation, it is like rebelling against the destiny of heaven, and you will have to suffer a calamity.

If you cross the past, everything will be fine, and the foundation will be stable. If you can't cross it, you will be beaten back to its original shape, and even your life is in danger.

"My strength is all collected by myself, and I disobey my orders with strength, no matter how big the calamity is, how can I be helped?" In the face of the upcoming calamity, Fang Hong was not afraid at all. He is different from mortals, all the strength of mortals comes from external forces, and their own strength is weak, once a catastrophe comes, they are like duckweed in the water, they can only follow the general trend.

"This catastrophe should lie in the north. Fang Hong sensed it carefully, and finally determined that this catastrophe came from the north, but as for what it was, he had no way of knowing.

Since he couldn't find out where the calamity was, he forgot about it. Disasters are inevitable, just stay at home, wait and see, and don't have to make other plans.

Fang Hong stretched and walked out of the house. At this time, it was early spring, and the jujube trees in the courtyard were lush and green, while Yang Jingye was sitting on a small wooden table, quietly drinking a cup of tea.

"Your strength has broken through?" Yang Jingye looked up and saw Fang Hong, holding the tea bowl in his hand, and couldn't help it. He felt a surging force in Fang Hong's body, and it seemed that he could turn into a strong crushing force at any time.

In the past five years, his own strength has improved greatly, but he feels that Fang Hong has improved faster, and he still can't see the other party clearly.

"Fluke. Speaking of this, Fang Hong couldn't help laughing, he had just broken through, and he was also happy in his heart.

"I don't know what kind of method you practice, but your martial arts advancement has been a little slow lately. Yang Jingye raised his eyelids and said in a light tone.

"It's slow, and my strength grows at a time, and I can't grow anymore. Fang Hong nodded, since last year, no matter how he stood on the stump, his strength just couldn't increase by a fraction, and it was obvious that he had reached a bottleneck.

"Cultivating martial arts, blindly practicing is not possible, you still have to fight and kill, only between life and death, can you experience that feeling of vitality. Yang Jingye has long known what Fang Hong's problem is, but now that there is no major war, it is difficult to experience the feeling of life and death.

Fang Hong glanced at his mouth helplessly, and then began to get up in the courtyard. Although there is no progress in martial arts, if he slacks off, his kung fu will have to retreat.

"Gurgling. After five years, Fang Hong's height has become a few points taller, and his body is not as thin as before, but looks slender and powerful. As soon as he swung this shelf, the qi and blood all over his body rolled up, as if it was a big river, constantly washing his body.

Yang Jingye looked at him from the side, and there was a hint of appreciation in the depths of his eyes. Fang Hong was the most talented person he had ever seen, and in just five years, he could catch up with the progress of ordinary people for more than ten years. If you continue to practice like this, you are likely to catch up with yourself before the age of forty.

"Brother Hong, I'm bringing you meat. Fang Hongzama had an hour, and a rough voice sounded outside the courtyard, and he saw Sun An coming from outside.

Compared with five years ago, Sun An looks much more mature, although he is only twenty-three years old, he looks like a person in his thirties. Mainly because of his full beard, he looks like a middle-aged man. Coupled with his daily hard work, he is much older than Fang Hongxian.

"Stuff put in the old place. Fang Hong looked at the fat and thin pork in Sun An's hand, and asked him to put the meat in the room.

Sun An smiled, entered the room familiarly, and hung the meat on the iron hook. He casually lifted the lid of the pot on the stove, and the pot was empty, and there were a few pieces of yellow and dry dough.

"Brother Hong, it's not good for you to live like this, you are not too young, and it is time to find someone to marry. Sun An walked out of the room, and shook his head and said.

Fang Hong and Sun An are of the same age, but Sun An's children can run and jump, but when it comes to Fang Hong, they haven't gotten married yet. It's really rare to be alone at his age.

"I don't have that mind, I'm doing well alone. Fang Hong waved his hand, all his attention in the past few years had been focused on refining the Gongjiang River, where was he in the mood to care about other things.

"You, there's no food in this pot, and you said it's very good, why don't you go to my house to eat? I'll let Yin Chuan cook some good dishes." Sun An patted Fang Hong's shoulder and was about to pull him away.

Four years ago, Fang Hong married Yin Chuan to Sun An. Yin Chuan is two years older than Fang Hong, even four years ago, she was almost an old girl. Fang Hong felt that he couldn't delay others, so he married her off.

Originally, Fang Dayuan raised Yin Chuan, intending to let her make Fang Hong small. But Fang Hong didn't have the slightest idea about Yin Chuan, and Sun An also had some interest in Yin Chuan, so he fulfilled the two.

Yin Chuan is married, so naturally it is not good to go back to Fang Hong's house to cook on the fire, in the past few years, Fang Hong and Yang Jingye have been self-reliant. They didn't plan to buy another maid to come back, anyway, they were two big men, and they could just deal with it.

"Forget it, I can't go to your house every day to eat, I'll go cook in a while, and I can make a living." Fang Hong directly refused, in the past four years, he has often cooked by himself, although he can't say how delicious it is, but at least he can swallow it.

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