The dense sword qi wound on his body and the penetrating wound on his chest caused by Liu Chen's hand knife should have caused Fang Chen to die tragically and knock under the sword cliff, but with the suppression of the beads on his chest and the assistance of the elixir of Qingshan, one of the eight great sects, the young man in Mai who fell into the sword cliff just picked up a life in this way.

It's August 18.

Fang Chen fell asleep for three full days.

A sword groan suddenly sounded, and Fang Chen, who was paralyzed on the wooden bed in the shape of "Tai", suddenly opened his eyes, because the injuries on his body had not yet healed, and the pain made Fang Chen gasp unnaturally and gasp for several breaths.

"Uncle Chen, Nightfall ......"

After a while, the young man seemed to remember everything that had happened a few days ago, and the means used by Uncle Chen made him come to Chai Mountain in an instant, Fang Chen naturally understood that this old man who had been with him for fifteen years was definitely not a person.

But compared to this, what made Fang Chen even more puzzled was the shot at the end of the summer night, and the so-called "orphan of the Fang family" in Liu Chen's mouth.

Fifteen years of dependence in the Broken Alley, Fang Chen also understood that Uncle Chen was hiding many secrets, but in that place where food and clothing were all problems, Fang Chen had no mind at all and was unwilling to ask the old man for the truth.

It's just the word Fang family, which finally touched the deepest string in the young man's heart.

There was a moment of confusion in his eyes, Fang Chen struggled to sit up from the wooden bed, and his left hand subconsciously stretched out to his chest and pulled out the red rope.

The snow-white beads on the red rope are gone.

Seeing that this last bit of connection with the Fang family and his parents had disappeared, Fang Chen's face suddenly became extremely ugly, but before the young man could think about it more, a faint warmth suddenly came out of his abdomen.

Immediately afterwards, a snow-white jade-like crystal bead drilled out from under Fang Chen's clothes as if there was no obstacle and landed in his palm.

"This bead—inside me?"

The snow-white beads exuded a faint milky white light in the palm of his hand, which was very warm, but Fang Chen, who encountered such a strange thing for the first time, was obviously very stunned, Fang Chen swallowed his saliva unnaturally, and then looked at the beads and muttered softly.

The next moment, as Fang Chen's words fell, the snow-white bead actually floated up and down in Fang Chen's palm as if he understood the meaning of his words.

Ruruo nodded.

Fang Chen's eyes were even more surprised.

"You-"

"Are you awake?"

Just before Fang Chen could continue to speak, the wooden door of the room had already been pushed open by a woman dressed in white, and the snow-white beads on Fang Chen's hand disappeared at the same time.

Fang Chen, who was facing away from the door, put down his right hand, gently exhaled a breath of turbidity, and turned around immediately.

It was dawn, and the first rays of morning light fell from the sky to the door, and also fell on the shoulders of the woman in white.

Seeing white clothes, such as the morning sun.

Even the white clothes are more moving than the rising sun.

"I'm sorry. ”

Staring at the white-clothed figure for a few breaths, Fang Chen, who had finally come back to his senses, suddenly felt rude, struggled to stand up from the wooden bed, Fang Chen tried his best to restrain his gaze from the woman in white, and then scratched his head and said in an embarrassed voice.

"Oh, Great Elder, I'll just say, how can the person rescued by this girl die so easily.

What's your name?"

Fang Chen's words fell, because someone's eyes were slightly flushed, the girl in white first turned her head and sneered behind her, and then looked at Fang Chen with her eyes, and asked with some curiosity.

"In the dust below, thank you for the girl's life-saving grace. ”

When the woman in white finished speaking, Fang Chen understood that she was the benefactor who rescued him from under the sword cliff, and couldn't help but bow to the woman in white with a straight face.

"Okay, Luo girl, the assessment of the Nine Stacks of Sword Formations still needs your help, you have also seen this kid, it is better to return to Yuanfeng as soon as possible, otherwise your cheap master will have to go to the old man's mountain again to make a lot of noise?"

As far as the woman in white looked at and the words fell, a joking laugh suddenly came from outside the door, and then a white-bearded old man in a brown robe suddenly appeared in the room and stood in front of Fang Chen.

......

"The dossier that Qingshan transferred from the hands of the Great Summer Night, the troubles of the Fang family were all caused by 'disorder'. ”

In the house after the woman in white retreated, the Great Elder of Qingshan looked at Fang Chenshang's still somewhat dazed eyes, and couldn't help but sigh lightly, and then handed out an ink-colored scroll.

Reach out and take the scroll.

"Night order, check the Fang family, Fang Junyun and his wife Chu Peihan are disorderly, check the Daxia Fang family has a total of 456 people, and Ziwei ordered to be punished.

In the winter of the second year, there were 440 people in the Eastern Wilderness Sword King City and 14 people in the other cities of Great Xia, and Chen Jiansheng, a guest of the Yu Fang family, and the young son of the Fang family were nowhere to be found.

In the autumn of the year of Ji You, Zha Chen Jiansheng and the young son of the Fang family hid in the frost city, and the first scene came out of the mountain, beheading Chen Jiansheng in the west hundred miles of the frost city, and punishing the Fang family for orphans.

In the autumn of the same year, the Fang family turmoil stopped. ”

On the file used to record the action at night, not only the cause and result of the Fang family's case were explained, but the names of the entire 456 members of the Fang family were recorded in detail.

At the end of the scroll, the newly written red pen and ink are even more prominent and prominently record the two names.

Great Xia Sword Armor, Chen Jiansheng.

The Fang family is an orphan, Fang Chen.

"What is 'disorder'?"

Tsai carefully skimmed through the file, and even looked at the scarlet names on it one by one, and the young man who had not yet healed from his injuries trembled his lips, his eyes were red, and he raised his head and gritted his teeth and asked the old man in the brown robe.

"'Disorder' means rebellion against the established order, which for Bactria is an unforgivable sin of rebellion. The affairs of the Discord and the Fang family are still too early and too far away for you now.

The old man transferred this scroll from Great Xia, not to make you feel these useless angers, but to make you think about what you should do after Chen Jiansheng passes away?"

The Great Elder of Qingshan carried his hands behind his back, and his dark eyes reflected the uncontrollable trembling of the young man in Mai because of anger and sadness, and he reached out to take the scroll, and the old man in the brown robe squinted his eyes and said in a deep voice.

The scroll left his hand, and Fang Chen gradually calmed down.

He exhaled heavily.

"I—I want to practice. ”

Then, in the brown-robed Great Elder's gaze, which still did not fluctuate in the slightest, he clenched his fists, stared directly at the pair of inky pupils, and said firmly in a trembling voice.

In the fifteen years of Frost City, because of its proximity to the green mountains, Fang Chen had not seen the so-called cultivators in the world.

But for the boy who was crawling around in the dilapidated alley, under the premise that the blind Chen Bo could not reveal his identity, cultivation could only be a luxury, and even for the young man in Mai who could not guarantee food and clothing, cultivation was a luxury that he could not imagine.

But after these short three days, after knowing what kind of blood feud he was carrying, and how he had a powerful enemy, Fang Chen, who was full of hatred in his heart, was so eager for strength and a sword of revenge for the first time.

And Qingshan Xiujian is undoubtedly the top of this world, a force capable of revenge.

"Practice?"

"Your physique is not suitable for cultivation. ”

When Fang Chen's words fell, a little bit of naturalness appeared in the eyes of the Great Elder of Qingshan, and he casually turned into regret, and shook his head lightly.

"In the name of Chen Jiansheng's cultivation of the world's sword armor, in the past fifteen years in Frost Cold City, he didn't choose to teach you to cultivate, and he didn't tell you about the Fang family's past, do you think this is just a kind of protection?"

didn't care about Fang Chen, because of the dimness that suddenly rose in his eyes because of these words, the eyes of the Great Elder Qingshan moved slightly, but he continued to drop a boulder in the young man's heart.

"Then please ask the Great Elder to send me down to Qingshan. ”

Then came a silent silence, and the decision of the young man in Mai after a long thought.

"Oh, I don't know why the leader of the Nightfall would so arbitrarily record your death on the file, but Nightfall's minions are all over the Great Xia, and Frost City is at the foot of the green mountains, which has cut off some of the invasion of Nightfall.

And this exposure of Chen Jiansheng and you is bound to make more spies in the city under the jurisdiction of the Shangzong of all directions at night, if you go down the green mountain, I am afraid that the word vermilion on the file will really become a reality. ”

Ever since the young man knew that he was unable to cultivate, the Great Elder Qingshan had been silently watching Fang Chen's demeanor, and seeing that the young man had made such a decision after frowning several times, the old man in the brown robe was obviously a little surprised.

"Great Elder, if I have always been the little woodcutter in the Broken Alley, I naturally hope to rely on Qingshan, practice some methods of health and fitness, and live a peaceful and stable life.

But now that I have seen the night dossier and learned about the old affairs of the Fang family, then the past of Uncle Chen and the entire Fang family must be borne by me, the great elder said that I am not self-sufficient, whether I am bent on death, the Fang family's grudges are in front, and Fang Chen must bear it.

Although the minions of the night are all over the four directions, with the power of the green mountains, the influence of the frost city will inevitably be limited to a certain range, and the Chai Mountain to the north of the frost city, for the night of its exploration range is probably smaller, Fang Chen has been to Chai Mountain every day to chop firewood since he was seven years old, in terms of familiarity with Chai Mountain, those high-ranking big people in the night are definitely not as good as me, a little woodcutter.

As long as the Great Elder sends me to Chai Mountain, Fang Chen has his own way to go down the mountain, and under Chai Mountain, in addition to Frost City, there are other ways to go. In the matter of Frost City, the main person who was chased and killed at night was still Chen Bo, who had a reputation for swords and armor in the world, and as for me, the widow of the Fang family who had already been recorded as dead in the file, I am afraid that I was not taken seriously by them at all.

But ants can still bite elephants to death, can't they? Great Xia Quartet, if I hibernate with peace of mind, who knew that in a few decades, the right and wrong of the Fang family, which had already run out of oil and dried up, would resurrect and tear off such a tail and a claw on this dark beast at night?"

Perhaps because the chest injury had not yet healed, Fang Chen's pale face gradually flushed when he spoke, but his eyes became more and more calm.

"If you are in the world, ants and elephants can indeed fight, but in the world of martial artists, there is too much difference between ordinary people and martial artists, even if you are at the top of the world, in the eyes of those night stars standing on the top of the mountain, you are still a snap of your fingers.

And relying on external forces, you, an ordinary person who has not cultivated, rely on the money that ordinary people in the world crave or the Fang family, which no longer exists, to dominate those high-ranking martial artists?"

As soon as Fang Chen's words fell, the eyes of the Great Elder of Qingshan finally fluctuated a little, but as if he had seen through the young man's thoughts, the brown-robed old man stroked the white beard on his chin, but he still shook his head and said in a deep voice.

Hearing this, Fang Chen, who was clenching his hands, slowly raised his head, exhaled a mouthful of turbid air, and immediately looked at the inky eyes of the brown-robed old man, and smiled calmly.

"Great Elder, although I don't have a sword in my hand, I also have a sword in my heart, and I have never been afraid before the tip of the sword, there will always be a way to do everything, isn't it?"

"Yes, there will always be a way for everything. ”

"Including, practice. ”

As Fang Chen's words fell, a rare smile appeared in the ink-colored pupils of the Great Elder Qingshan who was carrying his hands, and then he took out a yellowed piece of old paper from his waist and said with certainty.