Chapter Ninety-Five: A Painting
Before setting off for the secret gate, Fang Dong hesitated again and again, but decided to go to the secret gate with the purple clothes, and the black wooden box and wooden box, Fang Dong put them in the warehouse, opened the formation ban, sealed the entire warehouse, and did not allow others to enter the warehouse, so as not to cause trouble.
Fortunately, Fang Dong was the executive of the Jingtai Academy, otherwise he would not have the qualifications to use the Island Protection Array, and it would be impossible to hide these things.
"Fang Zhiyuan, won't you take a few more disciples to the secret gate together?" Yang Yuling looked at the purple clothes beside Fang Dong with some curiosity.
After all, the ruins of the battlefield are dangerous places, and the academy does not want the secret disciples to suffer too much damage, so the secret disciples are allowed to bring no more than four people to the same sect and brothers.
There were no Fang Dong's junior brothers in Jingtai Academy, but Fang Dong's disciples were not small, so Yang Yuling saw that Fang Dong only brought purple clothes with him, so he asked with some curiosity.
"They all have their own goals, and the secret door is too dangerous for them." Fang Dong said casually.
"That's right, except for Fang Zhiyuan, I'm afraid that the disciples who went to the secret gate this time are at least eight-rank scribes. Huang Xian and Nangong Xiao shouldn't have cultivated to the sixth grade now, right? Long Xiuwen said with a smile.
"It's still early." Fang Dong looked at Long Xiuwen and the three of them, and they were all followed by two or three disciples of the same sect, especially the two disciples beside Fu Qiuye, their momentum was very amazing, and they knew at a glance that they were not simple characters.
Fang Dong also felt relieved when he thought about it, after all, after Fu Qiuye was the dean, the dean would naturally not watch him risk his life, and it was not surprising to find him some powerful helpers.
"In Xia Mo Daoming, I have long heard that the Wen Dao cultivation of the Fang Deacon Court is unfathomable, and any holy relic order can be solved, and there is a holy beast order under the order that I have not been sure to solve the holy product, I don't know if I can ask the Fang Deacon to help? Of course, the 500 points of the deacon's contribution must be given with both hands. One of the two helpers brought by Yang Yuling, suddenly said to Fang Dong.
"I'm sorry, I've canceled the execution mission, and I haven't had any inspiration lately, so I'm afraid I can't help you." Fang Dong refused.
"If the Fang Executive Yuan feels that the contribution of the 500 Executive Yuan is not enough, you can open another price." Mo Daoming said without giving up.
"I'm sorry." Fang Dong closed his eyes and ignored Mo Daoming.
Mo Daoming's face was a little ugly, and Yang Yuling said roundly: "Fang Zhiyuan is in charge of a courtyard, and he must rack his brains every day, and it is understandable that he can't think of new verses.
"There are only a few people in Jingtai Courtyard, what is there to rack your brains?" Mo Daoming answered with a cold face.
Yang Yuling didn't know what to say for a while, and she felt a little embarrassed.
Fu Qiuye said with a smile: "If Senior Brother Mo wants to solve the Holy Beast Order, it is better to wait for the time when the Fang Deacon has inspiration, after all, the Holy Beast Article is hard to find, and if there is no inspiration, it will not be beautiful if there is any mistake." ”
"What is the first in Nanli Wendao, it was originally just bragged." Mo Daoming was a little ignorant of advancing and retreating, and said a word in a non-yin and non-yang manner, obviously Fang Dong was very dissatisfied with Fang Dong's refusal to give him the Holy Beast Order.
Fang Dong opened his eyes and glanced at Mo Daoming: "I don't dare to be the first in Nanli Wendao, but it's still very easy to solve the Holy Beast Order, but your Holy Beast Order, kneel down and beg me to understand." ”
As soon as Fang Dong's words came out, Fu Qiuye and the others all secretly smiled bitterly, they had long known that Fang Dong was not a good-tempered person, Mo Daoming was so ignorant of advancing and retreating, he would definitely anger Fang Dong, but they didn't expect Fang Dong to be so direct.
"You ......" Mo Daoming was annoyed in his heart, pointing at Fang Dong speechless.
"How am I?" Fang Dong looked at Mo Daoming coldly and said.
"You are so arrogant, what danger you encounter when you enter the secret door, don't blame me for standing by." Mo Daoming said angrily.
"Then I thank you so much." Fang Dong said with a smile.
"Thank me?" Mo Daoming paused for a moment, not knowing what Fang Dong meant.
"Thank you for not getting in the way." The corners of Fang Dong's mouth curled slightly, and he said with some contempt.
"Okay, don't beg me then." Mo Dao was speechless.
Fu Qiuye and the others hurriedly persuaded the two, and Fang Dong didn't bother to say anything to him, so he closed his eyes and rested.
When resting on the way, Fu Qiuye found an opportunity to be alone with Fang Dong and said: "That Mo Daoming is a descendant of the Mo family of the wealthy family in Qingzhou, and he will have the opportunity to inherit the family business of the Mo family in the future. ”
"I see, I said how dare he, a true disciple, talk to me like this." Fang Dong suddenly realized, he felt a little strange at first, why did Mo Daoming, a true disciple of the true lineage, dare to talk to him like this, it turned out that it was because he was a wealthy family in Qingzhou.
The so-called Qingzhou wealthy family is naturally different from the palace family's one-city wealthy family, and it is the kind of real family that has come out of the people, so it is qualified to be called a wealthy family of a continent.
"The Mo family was originally not a wealthy family in Qingzhou, but in recent years, because of a supreme person in the family, the status of the Mo family has risen rapidly in Qingzhou, and the people of the Mo family have become more arrogant. Fu Qiuye said.
"I don't care, I'm afraid that with this kind of person, our secret journey will not be so smooth." Fang Dong said casually.
Fu Qiuye sighed lightly: "I also know that we have entered the dangerous place of the Secret Gate Battlefield Ruins, and there are internal uncertainties that are the most dangerous, but now that the academy and the Northern Hells Academy are secretly fighting fiercely, the Mo family is a big help to the academy, and I don't want to offend Mo Daoming too much." ”
Fang Dong smiled: "I understand your difficulties, if you go back and say something, I just don't hear it and ignore him." ”
"Fang Zhiyuan knows my heart very well, and Autumn Leaves is grateful." Fu Qiuye thought for a while, and took out a picture plug from his pocket and gave it to Fang Dong: "This is for you, although it is not of great use, but it is somewhat helpful for the trip to the secret door." ”
"What is this?" Fang Dong opened the picture suspiciously, and when he saw the things drawn on the picture, his body was shocked, and he almost screamed.
Fortunately, Fang Dong was no longer the hairy boy who had just arrived in the Holy Realm, he forcibly swallowed the words that came to his mouth, pretended to be casual and looked at the painting and asked, "Who is the person in this painting?" ”
There are four people painted on the painting, two men and two women, the man Fang Dong doesn't know, one of the two women is a woman in a blue dress, and she is a stunning beauty frozen in a black wooden box.