After a little drowsy Fang He took a short rest in the morning light, he continued to walk in the direction of Fengcheng, this time Fang He was not as brisk as yesterday, not only walking relatively slowly, but also observing the things around him more carefully.

When the sun was three poles, Fang He came to a small hill, the trees here were not as dense as on the mountain, he sat on a smooth stone on the top of the mountain at will, and following the footprints of the sun, Fang He moved his body ahead.

This place already belongs to the periphery of Jinghong Mountain, a big river stretches along the foot of Jinghong Mountain to the distance, from this angle to the Jinghong Mountain, you can only see the clouds and mist in the sky, as for the top of the mountain, but you can't see its true face.

At this time, under the long-lost sunlight, Fang He couldn't help but feel a little relieved, since entering the Sword Valley Heavenly Ladder, until now, Fang He could really feel the warm sun.

As the warmth on his body became stronger and stronger, Fang He's speed of recovering his energy became faster and faster, and he had returned to his peak state in a short time, at this time, he was repeatedly pondering some details about the Hundred Refining Realm, although his improvement was quite solid, but it was too lacking in actual combat to make him feel a little too vain.

After pondering, Fang He found that when he communicated with the dantian, the speed of the innate qi running Zhou Tian would suddenly stagnate, and there was still a feeling of qi and blood surging, and when his mind withdrew, the stagnant innate qi would swim along the limbs and hundreds of remains, and even the slightest unknown energy would automatically strengthen his physical body and mind space. For such a situation, Fang He didn't know the reason, anyway, there was no answer in the scriptures, so Fang He simply didn't pay attention to it, anyway, as long as he didn't try to attract the dantian, he was normal.

After about two pillars of incense, the sun was already tilting to the west, and Fang He had already finished resting and got up from meditation and cultivation. Although his cultivation has not increased at all, his physical fitness is stronger than before, and he has also found that his mind is broader and his spiritual perception ability is clearer.

Shaking his head, he walked towards the river below.

When looking down from the top of the mountain, the river didn't seem to be big, and the mountain was not too high, but when Fang He really walked up, he felt extremely far away, so far away that when the sun had been down for a long time, Fang He arrived at the river out of breath.

Looking around, there was a fisherman's house not far from it that was still lit up, and a few clusters of heavy branches and leaves were reflected in the calm water. At night, there is no wind by the river, which makes it feel a little stuffy.

At this time, the spring water stored by Fang He was also drunk by him, looking at the calm water surface and the fisherman in the distance, thinking about it, he still headed towards the fisherman's house, after all, in the daytime on the top of the mountain, the river water was a little dark, which really made people dare not swallow.

After a few tosses, Fang He came to the door of the fisherman's house, in his perception, there was now only one old woman sitting alone at the table in this fisherman's house, there was a bowl on the table, and there were three or two steamed buns in the bowl that seemed to be cold, and the old woman did not make any other movements, just sat quietly, looking at the window and becoming engrossed, so that she didn't notice Fang He passing by the window.

Out of politeness, Fang He knocked lightly on the door, once, twice, three times, until Fang He knocked four times, and the old woman came back to her senses and responded in a slightly hoarse and slightly trembling voice

"Who?"

"Hello, is anyone at home? The boy was a little thirsty on the way, so he asked the master's house for a glass of water. ”

"Come in." As soon as the words fell, the door creaked open, and a rickety body was walking with his back to Fang He towards the table in the middle hall with his back to Fang He. After he sat down, Fang He entered the house.

"Grandma, can you drink saliva, I've been on the road for a day, and I'm very thirsty now."

"The water is in the water tank on the left, the old woman is incapacitated, and the young man takes it himself."

"Thank you, Grandma." After speaking, I looked to the left, and there was indeed a water tank made of stone, and a wooden scoop was placed on the water tank.

Fang He casually picked up the wooden scoop and scooped a scoop of water, and when he was about to drink it, there was a smell of blood coming to his face, and he couldn't help frowning, and then looked at the old woman, who was looking at Fang He with an indescribable look at Fang He at this time, and there was no old look between his eyebrows, and the candle flame lit on the table began to sway.

Ignoring anything else, Fang He suddenly turned around and drew his sword and slashed, the sword qi shot out towards the old woman, only to see the old woman wave her hand, the sword qi deviated from the original path, and slashed straight towards the wooden table in front of him, and even smashed the small wooden house, a burst of dust dissipated, and the old woman was gone, replaced by the appearance of a middle-aged beautiful woman. Danfeng eyes, hooked nose, and a pair of shallow pear vortices at the corners of the mouth, which are very beautiful, not only that, but the beautiful woman also has a faint pink streamer on her body, and a peasant woman's dress has also become a red Siamese skirt, only the hoarse voice proves that the beautiful woman is actually a talented old woman.

"Little brother, don't be so angry, you're scared to death." The originally shy words came out of the hoarse throat of the beautiful woman, and there was an indescribable weird feeling!

"Who are you? Where is this again? What about the old grandmother just now? Fang He didn't seem to be able to distinguish from the voice that the person in front of him was Fang Cai's old woman.

"Hehe, the little brother is really funny, he didn't even apologize when he scared me, but began to question people, but he was so ruthless." Saying that, the bewitching pounced on Fang He, and when Fang He saw this, he immediately dodged, making the beautiful woman pounce in the air.

"Little brother, you run so fast, the slave family can't touch you. Hehehe" A series of disgusting voices sounded, and Fang He also felt the slightest charm from it, and his tense nerves were also a little shaken.