It's been a long afternoon, and the autumn boat is quite leisure, it seems that doing things in the little demon girl's yard is indeed a beautiful thing, even if you have to worry about the little demon girl's inexplicable temper at all times, at least you can get a little leisure, and under the trade-off, it's not too bad.

Although there are no errands to do, Akifang has never been idle. He is the only one in the room, so it is naturally a good time to cultivate, if he doesn't improve his skills, I'm afraid Yan Qingyun will find out, and he will be furious if he says anything.

He sat cross-legged on the bed, his eyes closed, and slowly mobilized the mana around him to walk up and down, his breath steady and peaceful.

It's just that in the midst of this pranayama, he still noticed two abnormalities.

One is the sword pattern in the center of the eyebrows, whenever the mana swims to the center of the eyebrows, Qiu Fang's mind can faintly see a long sword as bright as silver, the long sword is huge and slender, hanging upside down in a quiet space, looking at the past, the clear sword edge is flashing with bursts of cold light.

There was no wind or rain here, and the sword was immovable.

Whenever Wu Qiufang wanted to drive his mana to investigate, he would be rejected by a strong force, and he could only watch from a distance, not blasphemy.

The young man knew that this sword should be the sword intent given by Li Changfeng.

Thinking of this, he was naturally extremely dissatisfied, and a few angry lines appeared in his bright and clear eyes, and he scolded in his heart: "This stinky boy embarrassed himself three times and twice, saying that he was giving away treasure, but he almost lost his life." ”

However, I hope that everything is as he said, and he will never harm himself, otherwise with his current ability, he can hide from the first day of junior high school, and he can't hide from the fifteenth, and sooner or later he will die in a place where he doesn't know what the hell.

Everything in the dream is always a dream, Qiu Fang didn't want to believe it, but what Li Changfeng did in the dream finally caused a lot of waves in reality, which made Qiu Fang difficult to hold himself and believe it a little.

The other anomaly is naturally in the right eye, and unlike the long sword, there is a small black ball here, which is also lying quietly in place, and the small ball exudes a faint glow around it, and the more it reaches the edge, the lighter it becomes.

If you talk about glow, this thing is more like a shell, and the autumn boat drives the mana forward, and when it hits the glow, it bounces back, and it can't touch the center of the ball at all, which is quite bizarre.

But there have been too many strange things that have happened recently, and this can't even cause waves in Qiu Fang's heart. Fortunately, he has never been the temperament to break the casserole and ask the end, since he can understand the mystery today, leave it for tomorrow, anyway, these things will come out sooner or later.

After thinking about it, Qiu Fang shook his head with a wry smile and continued to operate the mana in his body.

Master has said that the path we are cultivating is the path of attainment.

And the rune path is very different from the exercises practiced by other major sects, and there is no so-called layer, the more perfect the cultivator's control of the rune is over, the realm will break through.

In this, there are many rules and regulations, and it is not like a person who specializes in practicing a certain kind of exercise, and needs to improve the number of layers of the exercise day and night in order to seek a breakthrough.

Therefore, Qiu Fang doesn't need to study a certain kind of exercise, he only needs to meditate in the market, condense the mana through the veins in the body, and finally use the purest mana as a talisman, and the natural power will be much greater.

In this period of cultivation, the sky is also alternating between day and night, and the long night is coming.

In the small firewood room, a spirit bird fluttered its wings, broke out of the window, disappeared into the dark night, and flew straight to the edge of Fengzheng's courtyard. If you want to do great things, you naturally have to keep an eye on the actions of Feng Zheng.

Qiu Fang half-bent over, gently pushed open the door, his steps were light, and he crossed the threshold without making the slightest sound.

On the soles of his feet, he was already stepping on a cloud talisman, and he learned He Wangshu's sneaky behavior.

As soon as Fang went out, Wu Qiufang looked around, with the experience of being bumped into by Feng Suixing on the spot last time he just pretended to be a cloud with his style, he didn't dare to be careless anyway, he was carefully observing the things outside the house at the moment, for fear that the elusive Feng Suixing would stand in front of him again and ruin his own big thing.

Fortunately, Feng Suixing is not idle tonight, the wedding date is gradually approaching, and last night's thunder is rolling, so she can't sleep at night, so she naturally has to sleep a good night, otherwise on the big day, she can't get married beautifully, but it will be embarrassing.

Seeing that there was no one around, except for a few birdsong and wind howling, there was no other sound, and the autumn boat was a little more relieved.

After a few days of exploration, the pattern of the Mo Sect was all in his heart, and it didn't take much effort for him to touch the backyard.

The journey was smooth, at first he could meet a few guards on duty at night, and those powerful men saw his clothes, and they also knew that they were also Mozong's errand people, so they naturally would not have any suspicions.

Staying deeper, it is the residence of the disciples of the Mo Sect, and there are not a few disciples who come and go, although they only experienced a thrilling scene last night, but the young disciples did not show a sad face, but talked very happily, smiling and laughing.

Maybe in their hearts, even if the sky falls, there are Feng Zheng and several ink envoys who can protect their stability. Just like Wu Qiufang felt from the bottom of his heart that no one in this world could beat his master, even if he was an immortal who was blown up by mortals, he was afraid that he could only have a tie with Yan Qingyun at most.

Seeing Qiu Fang's figure, the disciples of the Mo Sect didn't care either, but looking at their faces, they were a little more arrogant than the guards in the front yard.

Immortals are different, there are also three, six, nine and so on in the world, ordinary mortals, they have never entered the path of cultivation in their lives, in the eyes of cultivators, they are naturally humble as ants, if they can let their eyes stay for a while, they can be regarded as having received grace.

Qiu Fang buried his head along the way, and he didn't want to get entangled with people along the way, and Mo Sheng was his advice to himself.

After a few more steps, this can be regarded as the backyard, to say that with the intrusion of the golden-faced black-clothed man a few days ago, this place should have been heavily guarded, not allowing any idle people to approach.

But now, there are still yellow leaves all over the ground, and a few old ginkgo trees outside the courtyard have grown into the sky, and the leaves have fallen on the gray branches, which sets off the silence of the courtyard.

Qiu Fang was not in a hurry to enter, but hid in the outer wall and looked around quietly, puzzled in his heart.

It's strange, is Mo Zong in sight or is he really too stupid, even I know the reason why this place should be guarded, Feng Zheng is so relieved and bold.

Qiu Fang was thinking in his heart, his eyes were looking at him, and he looked around, this is not like a scene with an ambush on all sides, is it possible, Mo Zong is really so big-hearted?

Without He Wangshu's company, everything had to rely on Qiu Fang himself. He shook his head slightly, sighed, and obviously once the barrier was broken, He Wangshu didn't delay in his tricks and sent a bird in to take a look.

obviously said that he would protect me at any time, and it seemed that he really wanted to snatch my body out. Qiu Fang recalled He Wangshu's boastful Haikou, and couldn't help but snort coldly, but at this time, he couldn't help but think about it anymore, and after he confirmed that there was no one around, he finally tiptoed into the backyard of the Mozong that he hadn't come to for a long time.

This night, the stars and the moon are thin, the autumn wind is howling, and a trace of chill caresses Qiu Fang's cheeks, thinking that it is because of the sparse population here, and there is a monster imprisoned, the backyard of the Mo Sect looks a little gloomy.

Qiu Fang unconsciously wrapped his clothes tightly, and his footsteps did not stop, slowly walking towards the dead tree.

The young man didn't dare to have the slightest slackness, whether it was on Zhenming Mountain, or in the East Pole Gate to see the demon fighting with Zhou Zong, he knew that this demon's ability was still above him, and even had to go up many levels.

Listening to Feng Zheng's words in the courtyard of Feng Suixing today, he was even more vigilant in his heart, because he knew very well that Feng Zheng's tone showed that the dignified Mo Sect Master was not sure that he would be able to take down this monster.

I took two steps forward, and I don't know if the dead tree sensed something, or if the autumn wind was too gloomy, and the branches trembled slightly, if there were still a few dead leaves left on it, I was afraid that it would be going down again, and the golden yellow would be spread more thickly.

Qiu Fang stubbornly continued to walk, the Demon Slayer Conference was approaching, and there was not much time left for him, even if the Mo Sect set up some trap tonight, and wanted to invite him or someone into the urn, he couldn't care about that much.

With the blessing of the Cloud Stepping Talisman, even if the young man stepped on the dead leaves, there was no small sound one after another.

This reassured him a little, but he still didn't dare to let down his vigilance, not only looking at the six directions, but also listening to the eight directions, and leaning forward step by step.

Less than a foot away from the dead tree, Qiu Fang's feet stopped, and there was a trace of strangeness in his heart, he had dealt with this demon too many times, and he had five senses, he could often feel things that ordinary people could not feel, and he could detect the movement in the trunk of the tree.

Just as he stopped, but in the blink of an eye, the wind suddenly became noisy, violently rolling up the dead leaves around him, and the yellow leaves flew up one after another, and a rain of leaves fell in the backyard.

But after another moment, the wind stopped again, and the yellow leaves fell lightly to the ground.

Qiu Fang's eyes narrowed slightly, and he glanced around with his spare eyes, and saw that no one else had entered this courtyard, so he swallowed his saliva hard, and took a step with his legs again, the distance was less than one zhang, and gradually there were only more than four feet left, but the uneasiness in Qiu Fang's heart became even stronger.

The wind was raging again, and a few old ginkgo trees outside the courtyard were swaying in the wind endlessly, Qiu Fang's brows were tightly locked, and he felt that the wind was blowing on his face, like a blade with a handle shooting past his face, making his skin hurt a little.

"I have no ill will!"

Qiu Fang lowered his voice and hurriedly shouted.

As soon as his voice fell, the demon trapped in the trunk seemed to hear it, and the strong wind receded again, as if the demon believed Wu Qiufang's words.

"I won't harm you." Qiu Fang scholar Li Changfeng said the same thing, paused, and said, "I just want to ask you something." ”