Wu Qiufang had seen last night's scene, and at this moment he was naturally curious about what the two sisters and brothers would say, if they could make a move on the spot, then he would be even more happy to see it. But Feng Suiyun had already spoken to drive everyone away, so he naturally didn't dare to blatantly stay here, and followed everyone out.

"That's... King... Wang Guya, you just stand there, don't move. ”

Without waiting for Qiu Fang to take two steps, Feng Suixing thought for a moment, and then stopped him, and he could see that he had not yet remembered his name.

Feng Suiyun was a little surprised when he heard this, glanced at Qiu Fang, and hurriedly shouted, "Sister, why are you leaving him here?" ”

"If you want to apologize, you will apologize, do you want to say something unseemly?" Feng Suixing put his hands on the window lattice and said coldly, as if he deliberately wanted to embarrass Feng Suiyun.

"Sisters and brothers complain to each other, how can an outsider listen." Feng Suiyun pursed his lips, but he didn't want to provoke his demon sister, so he squeezed out a blunt smile with good intentions.

Feng Suiyun said, and did not forget to hold up the folding fan in his hand and waved it towards Wu Qiufang, signaling that he could go down.

Wu Qiufang's face was embarrassed, but he wanted to leave, hide aside and quietly listen to what bad things they were talking about. But if he dares to take a step out, it will offend the little demon girl, if he is motionless, it is estimated that this wind and clouds will also make a note in his heart, this dilemma really makes his brain hurt.

Fortunately, Feng Suixing didn't give him time to think, so he changed into that arrogant and domineering tone, and then fed Feng Suiyun a nail: "This is my yard, who am I going to leave here, it's not your turn to point fingers, right?" ”

Feng Suiyun was about to open his mouth to argue, but he seemed to think of something, so he had to turn his head and glance at Wu Qiufang.

Wu Qiufang saw that the words of the wind and clouds came to his mouth, but he swallowed it back, and smiled coldly in his heart. He also knew that with today's events, this little young master was somewhat offended. But the young man was open-minded, and he only thought that he would leave as soon as things were completed in a few days, so he naturally didn't care so much.

"It's a pity that it's such a good-looking skin." The wind followed the clouds and suddenly came out coldly.

Half of his face facing Feng Suixing was expressionless, and the other half of his face was only visible to Wu Qiufang, but with a sly smile, which made Wu Qiufang's heart chill.

"Go to work, don't stand there stupidly." Feng Suixing roared again, but this time it was at Wu Qiufang, not at Feng Suiyun.

"Yes." Wu Qiufang bowed down, opened his mouth in response, and took the opportunity to walk to the flower bed by the courtyard, but every time he took a step, he felt a chill behind him.

The cycle of the sun and the moon, the alternation of day and night, may be a law that even immortals cannot violate.

Qiu Fang thought that it was getting late at this time, and he ate some food indiscriminately, and then staggered back to his residence, just like yesterday, waiting for the night to start in its entirety.

The young man was alone in the young lady's yard, so naturally he did not come and go together in groups like the people who lived with him, and he had to avoid suspicion at night, so he didn't have to go to the young lady's yard to do some work. Therefore, he was the only one in the room at this time.

Speaking of which, the fact that this bone demon made him die is very rare, the hall of the Mo Sect did not pull up the white flags, and the people and others did not show their sorrow, let alone wear linen and filial piety.

Qiu Fang recalled the scene outside Los Angeles that day, and remembered the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth in He Wangshu's mouth, which made his body sitting on the bed suddenly become uncomfortable.

Throughout the ages, birth, old age, sickness and death have dominated the world, and immortality has been coveted by countless people, how many cultivators have cultivated immortal arts for this purpose, but whether they stand on the highest place in the world or not, the longevity is only a hundred years, as if there is a shackle in this world, even if the cultivator reaches the peak of the world, he will usher in the day of death, and no one can break this law.

What's more, strong mortals can occasionally gain the favor of the heavens, and get a centenarian to become a pawn, every time they think of this, the cultivators in the whole world are angry, but they are helpless.

Although everyone speculates that immortals should be immortal, but when it comes to cultivation, no one has ever been able to cultivate into immortals, as if immortals are destined to say goodbye to immortals.

Seeking immortality is very vulgar, but it is the most simple and eternal pursuit of the general public. On the road to seeking immortality, Wu Ma Shuo is an exception, but like everyone else, although he does not seek an immortality for himself, but he is also bent on eliminating the birth, old age, sickness and death in the world, and in the end, no matter how pure his heart is, he can't avoid the mundane path of seeking immortality.

Qiu Fang naturally didn't know about those old things, Yan Qingyun didn't mention it, and everyone in the East Pole Gate didn't mention it, which made his concept of life, old age, sickness and death extremely vague, not to mention what the Tao of Immortality was.

However, at this moment, for Qiu Fang, the aura of heaven and earth, which was as strange as immortality, had attracted his attention.

Xiong Junqi's sword that day was indeed like a stroke of genius, he also practiced the sword for a long time, even if he cut his head, he couldn't figure out how this sword attracted the aura of heaven and earth for his own use, it happened that Yan Qingyun's collection never mentioned the aura of heaven and earth, which inevitably made him guess what this thing was.

After thinking about it carefully, the young man took advantage of the fact that no one was here, so he sat cross-legged and closed his eyes and thought about it.

The condensation of mana does not lie in how unique the exercises are cultivated, but whether or not they have the talent, and those who are gifted can also condense the mana if they learn the most simple kung fu every day; If a person has no talent, even if he meditates, meditates, cultivates his mind every day, and chews the true scriptures of the exercises, it is impossible to change them.

Qiu Fang has talent, a strong talent. Although Yan Qingyun is not a competent master, but under his persuasion, the mana in Qiu Fang's body has a deep foundation, although there is still a gap between him and the third type of people, but excluding the factor of fighting with others, in terms of cultivation alone, he can be regarded as the best among the fourth type of people.

He sat on the bed, constantly inducing the mana in his body to swim all over his body, as if he wanted to find the resonance of the aura of heaven and earth.

This dry sitting, is half an hour, the young man closed his eyes tightly, like an old monk into the meditation, if it is in the eyes of others, must be thinking about where the master is meditating here to enlighten Zen.

But only Qiu Fang understands that this body of mana jumps up and down in his body, and although he is much more comfortable than before, it has nothing to do with the aura of heaven and earth.

The good times didn't last long, but their rare peaceful days were broken by the sound of the wooden door.

Qiu Fang turned his head to look, only to see two big men slamming open the wooden door and throwing a thin young boy in, who fell on the hard floor and let out a dull moan. But the two big men didn't react, just turned their heads to look at the autumn boat in the corner, left a cold snort, and left without looking back.

You don't have to think about it to know that except for the little boy in the autumn boat, there is no one in this room who has such a weak appearance.

Qiu Fang saw everything in his eyes, but in line with the principle that more things are better than less, he just silently turned his head back, forcing himself not to send this kindness, after all, the people in this Mo Sect seem to be much more abnormal than normal, if there is too much trouble, I am afraid that if I can't wait to find out what is hidden in the backyard, I will be wiped out.

Time seemed to stand still in the room, and Akifang sat on the edge of the bed, deliberately landing his gaze on a dark corner. The injured little boy was lying helplessly on the cold floor, moaning in pain from time to time in his nose, and Qiu Fang's heart twitched.

Qiufang has been in the mountains for 16 years, although the Taoist has never told him that he must draw a sword to help when the road is uneven, but the poetry and classics he has read have written that helping others is a great good deed.

His eyes were going to fall on the little boy after all.

Thinking about it, he no longer hesitated, Wu Qiufang's steps were light, and in an instant, he had reached the side of the injured young man.

"What's wrong with you?" Qiu Fang opened his mouth to inquire, but his eyes quickly checked the injury of the injured young man, only to see that the injury of this little boy was not shallow, although there was no danger of his life, but it would take some effort to get off the ground in recent days.

When the young boy heard the sound, his body squirmed, and some muffled sounds came out of his throat, but after hearing it, he could not read a word.

Qiu Fang could see at a glance that this little boy had been beaten so far, and if he drew one or two talismans casually, it would have alleviated his pain, but if he did, it would reveal his identity again. I could only say helplessly: "I'll help you go to bed first." ”

As soon as Qiu Fang's voice fell, he reached out and touched the scarred body in front of him. The little boy seemed to feel Qiu Fang's young palm approaching, and he subconsciously stumbled to the side and dodged as if guarded.

"Then you lie on the ground for a while, and I'll see if I can find some medicine." Qiu Fang said a little unbearably, and got up to leave to look for medicine.

"Big... Eldest brother. Seeing that Qiu Fang was leaving, the little boy struggled to squeeze a few words out of his throat.

Seeing him stop himself, Qiu Fang immediately turned around and squatted down, putting his ear close to the little boy's mouth.

"Leave me alone, they... I won't spare it..."

Before he could finish a sentence, the little boy fell silent again, and Qiu Fang knew that he was unable to say the next few words.

It doesn't matter if you don't say this, as soon as you say this, it falls in the ears of such a little good person as Qiu Fang, it is naturally unbearable, not only is she more disgusted with the ruthlessness of Mo Zong's actions, but she also doesn't rest on her legs, she stands up and walks out, although she can't ask for justice, but she has to find some herbs that can be used for this little boy with yellow and thin muscles.

The cold moon is like a hook, and the silver frost is pouring down. Before the autumn boat went out and took two steps, a blackbird took advantage of the darkness of the sky to step on the tree not far away.

"You'd better leave this alone."

He Wangshu's voice fell on Qiu Fang's ears, quite cold.