Early morning.

Yuelai Inn, the light veil is hazy, and a large bed is constantly shaking, making a creaking sound.

For a long time, Fu Qiu lay on the bed in the shape of a zigzag, he slowly crossed his legs, his face was harmonious, and he completely entered the state of a sage.

Fang Li'er slowly got out of bed, picked up the clothes from the ground, put them on one by one, and sorted out the messy clothes.

Then sit down at the dresser and start dressing up.

She first finished painting her eyebrows, then took gouache and applied it, and finally chose her favorite rouge and applied lip gloss.

Women are the ones who please themselves, these days, she spends most of her time in the cave, but she lives a full and happy life every day, and she only feels that the previous ten years have been in vain.

Seize the opportunity, and naturally don't mind wearing a beautiful makeup.

After doing all this, Fang Lian'er took a deep breath, brushed her long soft hair to one side, and her tight face appeared in the mirror.

Her appearance is naturally extremely beautiful, her eyebrows, eyes, mouth and nose are all just right, and when put together, it is even more beautiful and moving.

If it weren't for this kind of appearance, it would be impossible for the Yang Sect Master, who was accustomed to seeing the world, to fall in love with her, and she would not marry.

The morning light shines through the window paper and hits her white face, as if helping her to coat her with a layer of glittering jade, adding a bit of beauty and mature style.

Fang Li'er nodded with satisfaction and glanced back at Fu Qiu: "Senior brother, where are we going next?" ”

In the past few days, Fu Qiu has not gone to the Mixed Yuan Sect, there is a whirlpool over there, Mingjiao will definitely stare at it, he is currently fledgling, and it is not easy to go.

Wouldn't it be great to wait for him to achieve great martial arts and come to push horizontally?

As for whether his actions will arouse suspicion?

If you don't go back, you will!

However, Fu Qiu still believed that his shrewd master would definitely cover it up for him.

Of course, even if he can't cover it up, as long as Fu Qiu runs far away and no one can find him, what can he do?

Regarding this, Fang Li'er, who had been conquered by Fu Qiu with fried dough sticks and soy milk, accepted it very easily, and said that she would go wherever Fu Qiu went.

She is like a woman in love, extremely docile to her lover, not to mention, their relationship has the testimony of immortals.

So Fu Qiu changed his clothes and went all the way to the south, like a rich boy who traveled around, far away from the Mingjiao and the Mixed Yuan Sect.

In this era of poor traffic and constant messaging.

Fu Qiu was like a fish entering the sea, enough for them to never catch a clue again.

As for Fang Li'er, she usually stays in her personal space, and is only released when the two of them are alone and there are few people around.

In this way, it made the Mingjiao with Fang Li'er as the goal and looking for contraction completely helpless.

Fu Qiu raised his head and smiled lightly: "Senior sister, isn't it boring to stay in the cave, let's wait for a few days, we will go all the way to the south, to Dali, the sky is high and the earth is far away, and when the time comes, we can naturally fly with wings." ”

Fang Li'er nodded lightly: "Listen to Senior Brother." ”

Fu Qiu smiled and stroked her face, took her into his personal space, and quickly led the horse and left the inn.

Originally, he pretended to be a scholar and wanted to ride in a carriage, but considering that riding a horse was more exciting and faster, he gave up.

[Name: Fu Qiu (Cheng Kun)]

[Age: 23]

[Internal Strength: Mixed Yuan Gong Sixth Layer]

[Martial Arts: Thunderbolt Fist (Back to Basics), Small Grappler (Back to Basics) ......]

[Talent: Thinking Space (Deleted Version) Portable Space (Deleted Version)]

[Portable space: 10 cubic meters]

These days, although she is worried that Fang Li'er is bored in the carry-on space and is busy making soy milk fritters for her, Fu Qiu has not been in vain.

With the auxiliary cultivation of the thinking space, whether it is the cultivation of internal strength or the convenience of martial arts, he has made extraordinary progress.

And it is not a simple improvement in the realm, but also an improvement in essence.

At this time, although the Mixed Yuan Gong and Thunderbolt Fist were still the original names, they were completely different from the original.

Even if Fang Ruheng was present and saw Fu Qiu performing martial arts, he could only see a few shadows on the boxing road.

Fu Qiu was just too lazy to get his name, so he settled on the original record.

In fact, under the redundancy of the big data deduction of [Thinking Space], these martial arts have been improved by I don't know how many levels, and I don't know how many streets I didn't know, compared to the peak of the gold martial arts, I don't know how much.

After all, the thinking space records the complete data of a cultivation system for cultivating immortals and practicing qi, and the perfection of the system is not at the same level as the martial arts exercises.

It is like bringing the knowledge system of the 21st century back to the Qin Dynasty, and the corresponding scientific and technological development is definitely advancing by leaps and bounds.

The deduction has improved, and it has surpassed the gold martial arts I don't know how many levels.

"That is, there is no spiritual power in this world, otherwise, if I cultivate immortals here, it will be really beaten."

Fu Qiu shook his head: "Okay, with martial arts, with my knowledge, I can also develop a method similar to cultivating immortals." ”

This is not a lie, the martial arts world is also divided into high and low martial arts.

Fu Qiu had enough confidence to train himself into a peerless master of high martial arts.

When they arrived in the suburbs, Fu Qiu summoned Fang Li'er out of the space again, and the two of them rode a horse together, moving at high speed, enjoying the attack speed crit to the fullest, extremely happy.

……

In a mountain temple, there was a loud cry of children.

"Don't cry, don't cry my daughter."

A beautiful young woman holding a child in her arms kept coaxing the child in her arms, looking a little flustered.

She wore a dark purple straight-sleeved cigarette on her upper body, a woven silver brocade crane, her hair was tied in an atmospheric bun, her delicate temples were dotted with various hairpins, her thin waist was gracefully tied with red and gray silk silk, and a begonia gold silk sachet was hung on it, and her feet were wearing gold silk embroidered sheepskin boots.

Next to him stood a young man wearing a unicorn-colored square brocade robe with a mint green fairy pattern gold ribbon tied around his waist.

He frowned and stood in the doorway looking out, with a strong emotion in his eyes, as if he was afraid of something.

Suddenly, he glanced back at the woman, quite impatient, and his voice was even colder: "It's annoying to cry, just tell her to shut up and cover her mouth." ”

The woman looked at him dissatisfied: "The surname is Tian, I came out with you, and you treated me like this?" ”

Tian Guinong hurriedly stepped forward to comfort: "Lan'er, isn't this a crisis?" That Miao Renfeng can catch up at any time, let's be careful. ”

"This girl is crying, how can we hide it?"

Nanlan was a little reluctant, but she still gently covered her daughter's mouth to prevent her from crying loudly.

chose to elope with Tian Guinong, and she could only go all the way to the dark.

With tenderness in her eyes, looking at the man in front of her, Nanlan only hoped that the other party would not let her down.