Ten years ago, when the land was not yet called the land of the sun, it was called the Trapped Dragon Forest.

"Ten years ago, I was a guest of honor, and the moon was white and the wind was clear. Sorrow withers, and aging is frightening.

Although Sideburns has not changed his mind, he tried to put Jin Ji. Listening to the old song again, it seems like the drunken voice of the year. ”

The most central place in the depths of the Sleepy Dragon Forest, the woods are dense and the shrubs and grasses are overgrown, which is no different from any place within a hundred miles, and there is no desolation at all after ten years.

At this time, there are more than 100 cultivators of different shapes gathered here, listening to the vicissitudes of poetry that came out under the sundial, among which several cultivators who are old and deep and have cultivated to the highest level are even more in the halo of different colors floating on the surface of the body, as if they have a feeling.

Suddenly, above the sundial, a strange light appeared, colorful, and the surrounding cultivators woke up in shock, and they were already wise, and they were frightened, and they scattered and fled, but they were in order.

"Leave the trapped dragon forest quickly, otherwise you will have to worry about your life, this forest, there are heavy soldiers coming, and my destined people are coming. When you see my destined person in the future, don't ask to help him, but don't do harm. Thank you in advance. Under the sundial, the sound of poetry was heard again.

It's just that I don't know if the scattered cultivators will listen to what they say.

Ten years later, next to the sundial, there was a young figure sitting cross-legged here, his name, square inch.

Fang Cun was holding a moth-eaten long stick in his arms, dressed in rags and rags, his head was greasy and his face was full of dirt, and there was no difference from his dream last night.

But the only difference is that on his shoulder, there is a snail the size of a little finger sticking to it, two long and two short four tentacles slowly but strangely wriggling, especially on the pair of longer antennae, there is a very casual gaze on Fang Cun's face, just like the elders look at the juniors.

Except for this man, a stick, and a snail, all that was left was the sundial that had no time.

However, the snail's suddenly stood upright with its long antennae, as if sensing something, and on the snail's side was Fang Cun's face, and almost at the same time as the snail's antennae were erected, the fluff on Fang Cun's face suddenly stood up.

Fang Cun also seemed to feel something, and subconsciously looked at the sundial in the southeast corner of the sundial in the sun-sealing forest, there, because the canopy of the tree shaded the sun, and it was dim, especially under the scorching sun, looking at the dim place would only look dark and abnormal, as if seeing the path of the underworld.

But Fang Cun's eyes flashed like a flash of sharp light like the cold light of a blade, and he saw a black figure that was darker than the dim color in the forest slowly approaching, and it seemed that it was still moving its shoulders, arms, and neck.

"Dhara ......"

Fang Cun called, and the snail on his shoulder seemed to be able to understand human speech, and his exposed body retracted into the shell, and then rolled off Fang Cun's shoulder.

However, even if Fang Cun sits cross-legged on the ground at this time, the height from his shoulders to the ground is not something that the fragile shell of a snail can roll off at will, and even if it does not fall to pieces, it will definitely fall to the ground and crack.

And the snail in square inches, but at the moment it landed, it made a sound like a stone falling to the ground, which was amazingly tight.

However, the next scene is far more heart-wrenching.

At the same time, his legs were slightly bent, his upper body leaned forward, and he inhaled deeply in his mouth.

I saw his right hand reaching out with one hand, staring at the figure in the forest with a cold look in his eyes, and he didn't look at it, but he held the insect-eaten long stick firmly in his hand, and then, he didn't know whether he touched the mechanism on the stick or how, but his fingers moved slightly, and the two inches on the top of the stick were rotated for more than half a circle, and a cold light suddenly appeared!

Almost instantly, Fang Cun's figure rushed forward violently, like a thunderbolt, and took seven steps, and a long knife with a length of five feet and eight inches (Note 1) appeared, Fang Cun threw it forward, slashed several cold arcs in mid-air, and finally firmly plunged into the ground five feet in front of Fang Cun's body, standing between heaven and earth like a lonely and hard-boned person.

At the same time, the figure in the forest finally walked out of the shadow in the forest, and it was Ankeyu!

As if he already knew that Fang Cun was waiting here, and would make such a move, a smile appeared on his face, and An Keyu stopped as soon as he stepped out of the forest, and at this time, he was a full hundred zhang away from the square inch seven steps before the sundial.

An Keyu's lips moved slightly, and his voice was actually in the ear of the sermon: "Thank you? ”

Fang Cun knew that this was the unique sound transmission technique of the extreme martial artist, called Sound Transmission Gong, as the only successor of An Keyu, he would also, but at this moment, as An Keyu said, he Fang Cun was just going to do a thank you ceremony!

What is a Teacher Appreciation Ceremony? It is said that if the apprentice is successful in learning, if he wants to become famous, he can fight other sects, or he can beat his own master, and fight with the latter, so he is called as a thank the teacher. And the master was beaten, and returned to the treat, celebrating that the apprentice had surpassed himself.

And Fang Cun drew his sword out of its sheath and threw it forward, no matter whether he really had the idea of thanking the master or not, according to the rules of the extreme martial artist, this is no different from declaring war!

Merely......

A cold light instantly crossed the neck!

An Keyu, who was standing on the side with a knife in his right hand, looked at Fang Cun who was holding the knife to his throat, and his eyes were full of hatred: "Ten years of martial arts is the foundation of extreme martial arts, you are just getting started, this thank you, wait." What's more, you still have to recuperate your qi for three years to heal your heart and lung diseases, don't forget. ”

Immediately, An Keyu stepped forward, and the long knife in the middle of the week took advantage of the trend!

Fang Cun suddenly softened, and he fell straight towards the earth!

"Where's the scabbard?!" Anke let out a deep voice, and Yu pointed straight ahead with the knife in his right hand, but he didn't tremble at all.

Seven paces away, next to the sundial, the scabbard on the ground seemed to float slowly in the air, and on it, the snail that had fallen to the ground and didn't know where to roll was just standing here.

Then, the scabbard disappeared in place with a "boom", time and space twisted, as if a wave of air was rolling, and when the scabbard appeared again, the knife was already hidden in it.

On the scabbard, the snail seemed to wilt, and two pairs of antennae hung low.

After putting the knife into the sheath, An Keyu backhanded the long knife that was combined into a moth-eaten long stick on his shoulder, and stood in place, his face indifferent, not knowing what he was thinking.

Black......

Or chaos......

Uncomfortable......

Or is it repression......

The scenes experienced in the ten years of martial arts flowed slowly in my mind like a small stream, and suddenly, the stream flowed back, the picture reversed, and finally what appeared in my mind was my mother's tearful face, and ...... Her white clothes were soaked in blood!

Fang Cun opened his eyes suddenly, and he couldn't make any sound in his throat, just like a dumb "uh-huh".

He was still lying on the ground, with the six-foot-long moth-eaten stick at his side, and above the top of the stick, the snail had retracted into its shell, and only relied on the mucus it secreted to settle on it.

An Keyu is long gone, presumably back under the sundial.

Fang Cun's face was lonely, and he slowly barely supported his body and sat on the ground.

Suddenly, a bag wrapped in rags was thrown in front of Fang Cun out of nowhere, and where the burden was knotted, a folded letter paper was tied.

He took out the envelope and opened the baggage, which contained a line-bound book with no title, and a line of words written on the cover: "This book has been sealed by me, when will you be able to cultivate your qi, and when will you be able to open it." ”

A jade bottle sealed with red clay, a puppet that looks somewhat similar to An Keyu.

There is nothing but these three.

Fang Cun was speechless, and opened the letter paper to see, there were only two lines of poetry on it: "Don't ask about the future, only say that the road is difficult." ”

Fang Cun raised his head, his eyes were full of unwillingness, anger, and even coldness!

He re-bound the burden, stuffed it into his bosom, and then staggered to his feet with the help of the moth-eaten stick stuck in the ground, and threw the envelope back in his hand, and then staggered into the woods with his feet, and finally disappeared into the darkness of the forest.

At this moment, a sudden breeze blew, like a big hand gently brushing the earth, stirring the branches and leaves of the big tree, blowing the letter that was about to fall to the ground again, like the sky, and also look at the content of this letter.

Behind him, at the sundial, An Keyu leaned on the sundial needle, watched Fang Cun walk into the forest with a relieved smile, and then looked at the envelope that was thrown into the sky by Fang Cun.

"There is an ancient saying: 'In the spring of the two thousand three hundred and fourteenth centuries of the epoch calendar, one hundred and five thousand six hundred years, in the spring, An Keyu pretended to hold the history books of the Heavenly Dao to predict the future, and learned that his disciple Fang Cun would perform the act of thanking the teacher, and the original record was that An Keyu faked defeat in order to strengthen his confidence, and Fang Cun was killed by the heavenly cannon in the Xuanjian of Qianlun Town, on the border of the Tulei Empire, because of the desertion of the First World War in the Xuanjian of Qianlun Town, the border of the Tulei Empire. Now that the heavenly machine is leaked, the heavenly way is furious, and the heavenly dao incarnation willow body is the same, and the humanoid heavenly punishment will be lowered in the near future, in order to make up for it, so that Fang Cun died three years later as originally recorded. ’”

Reading the ancient sayings, An Keyu's eyes showed disdain, and he murmured: "Stinky boy, this thank you teacher, Lao Tzu is still waiting, don't die." ”

Millions of miles away, Qianlun Town.

At this moment, in the southern district of Qianlun Town, in Qianjin Street, in a dim alley.

A young man wearing black and silver chain armor inside, wearing a black power suit, wearing a tattered hat, and a two-foot short knife across his waist was standing at the mouth of the alley, silently looking at the alley, there were two people constantly pushing an old woman.

When the two of them pushed and shoved, their mouths were full of foul language.

The old woman had already cried silently, her feet were floating, her whole body was trembling, obviously she was already weak, as if she was about to fall down at any time, but when she was about to fall, the hands of the two people who pushed and shoved would appear in time, and when she touched the old woman's body, one after another spiritual power was struck, like a boiled frog in warm water, so as to maintain the old woman's not falling.

At the entrance of the alley, the young man's face gradually became difficult to see: [You actually torture an old lady like this...... That being the case......]

The young man only felt that his heart was full of anger, and the hidden power in his body was surging, and a touch of turbidity suddenly covered his eyes: "The two of you should be killed!" ”

(PS: Although a notice was issued saying that it can only be updated once a day, it will be added according to the situation, such as the increase in recommended tickets and collections.) See what I'm hinting at? Everybody. Manual funny, eh hey. ）