After making up his mind not to pay attention to the affairs of Hou Qian, Fang Yan's next stop was to go to Beitang to collect dragon qi.

Although he knew that Chu Xiuwei and they had divided the two dragon qi, and the scattered southern half-immortal had also taken away one dragon qi, but the dialect knew how to promote the strengths and avoid the weaknesses, since there was a dragon qi sent to the door, why did they have to fight to death?

Back in Bianzhou, Fang Yan began to meditate and practice, as a dragon, his cultivation was already slow, and if he didn't work hard, he would really be eliminated by the cultivation world.

The winter night was silent, and it was nearly five o'clock, but the quilt was still cold. The agarwood in the furnace has been burned out, the light is dim, lonely and desolate, and the frost flowers formed outside the flat boat are accompanied by the bright moon. The sound of the cold has been reported at dawn, and the wind shakes the bamboos in front of the window, and the snow covers the mountains opposite. The deep alley is quiet and the snow makes the courtyard more spacious and relaxed.

Lian'er came back and brought the news of Li Mufan's escape, and the destination was unknown.

Fang Yan unveiled the cable, set off with a flat boat, and hurried to Beitang while the river was not yet frozen.

Half a month has passed, and it is almost the end of the year.

Fang Yan and Lian'er have reached the boundary of Beitang territory, and the reason why they are so fast is mainly because the spirits under the water like to be courteous in front of Jiaolong.

Along the way, in addition to practicing, Fang Yan was exploring ways to use puppets, and he also took advantage of the boredom to repair Bai Zhenzhen's body. And gradually grew the little wind extinguishing aura planted in Bai Zhenzhen's mind, and now it has reached a considerable point, as long as you master the method of using puppets, it can be effective.

Of course, before that, we still have to find a way to understand what is going on with the Yin God at the moment.

But......

If you don't rush it, it can be done in minutes.

The snow powder is white and bright, like pear blossoms flying all over the sky, and the village with four or five families can be vaguely recognized. Snowflakes are falling in dense layers. In the vast white world, the jackdaws who return late in the sparse woods cry sadly. A fishing boat is diagonally under the Qing River under the withered yellow reeds.

The willow trees at the water's edge are slanting against the dialect boats, and the decayed branches are piled up on the riverbank. At this time, the cold wind blew, blowing off the dead branches of the willow trees, and startled a pair of cold gulls perched by the river.

A strong wind swept across the land. Winter is halfway over.

It was dusk, and crows were flying. The river has frozen in patches, and the vast expanse is just like a constant thought. In the meadow outside the lonely village, as far as the eye can see, there is only a trace of wildfire.

The twilight is vast, the mountain village is lonely, the cold wind is raging, and the wilderness is roaring.

"Sir, after this lonely village, fifty miles ahead is the capital of Beitang."

Lian'er rose from the ground on the shore and introduced the distance from the capital in a matter-of-fact manner.

"Hehe......"

How can Fang Yan not know Lian'er's careful thoughts, it is nothing more than wanting to go to the capital of Beitang quickly and have a big meal tonight.

"Then keep on your way."

Fang Yan holds a fishing rod in his hand, sits cross-legged, pins his cigarette stick to his waist, and puffs from time to time to distract himself from two purposes.

While practicing, he pondered and solved the problem of the white true yin god.

If you don't solve the Yin God, this trip to the future will be a bit of a loss.

The evening sun breaks through the clouds, like a royal luan driving from the sky. Whoever wears a green robe on the high-rise building looks out, just like the green flag fluttering in the wind on the side of the Wangchun platform.

Entering the capital of Beitang before closing the city gate, the wind and snow covered the sunset, and began to fall again. Fang Yan held an oil-paper umbrella and led Lian'er to walk on the streets of the capital of Beitang. Since there was a curfew in Beitang, the night guard stopped her at this time, and she took out the jade plate of the Qingying Sword Sect in time before being released.

The pace was not in a hurry, and I walked into a restaurant that looked quite classy. I found a secluded place and sat down, and asked for a pot of spirits and a dozen dishes, the kind that was spicy to the bottom of my heart. Although I think it would be interesting to brew a pot of tea and savor it slowly, Fang Yan only wants to drink wine now.

Because of the curfew and the windy and snowy weather, even the sons and daughters of high-ranking families are reluctant to go out and wander. So there are fewer pedestrians on the street, and there aren't many people sitting here drinking at this time.

It was quiet for a while, but not long after sitting down without wanting to speak in dialects, a few more Taoist priests came, and at a glance, they knew that these Taoist priests were all in the beginning of their aura, and the purple void rushed to the top. Barely in the late stage of foundation building, his cultivation is not weak, but his face is pale. Obviously, the aura is not continued, and after sitting down, he asked for a few pots of spirits, and he had a very unhappy expression on Lao Tzu now, but he didn't look like a character sent out by a famous family, and there was no dusty breath of a cultivator.

When the wine came up, one of them picked up the flask and poured it up, and then wiped his mouth and cursed, "Bad luck, that lady is always wandering around us like a ghost,"

At this time, another Taoist priest pulled the corners of his mouth, his face was cold, and he said viciously: "Don't let her fall into my hands." ”

The Taoist priest who had just been drinking smiled disdainfully: "The three of us are not her opponents together, so you can save some snacks." ”

The Taoist priest was also unwilling, but what else was there to say if his skills were not as good as others, but the Taoist priest who had never spoken, frowned and didn't know what he was thinking, and the atmosphere suddenly became depressed.

Fang Yan suddenly felt a sense of agitation, and then there was a solemn aura that enveloped the entire restaurant, and then the Taoist priests who had been quiet for a while immediately summoned their flying swords, broke through the roof, and escaped.

Everyone didn't know why there was a burst of restlessness, and they fled in all directions like birds and beasts, only the dialect was still in place, and the shopkeeper and the child didn't know where to run for a long time. Fang Yan smiled but didn't say anything, he was suddenly stunned, there must be a demon when something goes wrong, he summoned a flying sword, pinched a sword trick, and Edgeworth left here.

Sure enough, as soon as Fang Yan's front foot left, a fire broke out in the entire inn, which instantly disappeared into invisibility, and he was afraid for a while. Raising his head, he saw that farther in the air, a round-wheel-shaped magic weapon stood in the air, exuding an incomparably hot aura. The offensive is gone, but the momentum is still there, and the majesty is upheld. Fang Yan didn't want to be troubled, so Edgeworth took Lian'er, who was still holding a chicken leg in his hand, to leave.

But then the owner of the magic weapon turned into a streamer and chased in the direction where the three of them fled, while the other streamer chased towards Fang Yan, feeling that someone was chasing Fang Yan behind him, he couldn't help but speed up.

The whole person felt as if he was about to leave the flying sword, and increased his speed to the extreme. And the man behind him was still in hot pursuit, not lagging behind at all, but narrowing the distance. It's just that from here, you can see the gap between the two in cultivation. Fang Yan gritted his teeth and pinched the sword trick again, and the flying sword had already begun to make a whining sound.

Valley

This is the sound that can only be made when the speed is increased to the peak, and suddenly a faint blue sword qi behind him stabbed towards Fang Yan. Looking at the sword qi that was about to reach behind him, Fang Yan pinched a magic trick in his hand, and an eagle transformed by pure spiritual energy gathered behind him, colliding with the dark blue sword qi behind him, and disappeared into invisibility. Fang Yan scolded secretly, but he was not in a hurry to leave, he was angry, and suddenly became angry, stopped and faced the sword with the man in the air, but after a few moves, he did not take the slightest advantage, and almost suffered a big loss.

She didn't dare to take out the hunting crossbow again, it was a treasure used for ambush, maybe it would have been noticed by someone with a heart a long time ago. But for a while, he was ruthless, and he still used the sword technique used in the big competition, and after a fierce attack, the other party was obviously depressed, and the moves in his hand had stopped. Fang Yan saw that the other party didn't seem to have the intention of embarrassing himself, and he didn't want to explain after holding back the fire in his belly, so he took off his sword and left, and the person behind him saw Fang Yan leaving, paused for a few seconds, and still chased after him.

Fang Yan, who had already gone far, found that the people behind him were still chasing after him, and he was also angry, and he rushed for a while, and saw that a banquet was being held in a certain garden, so he pressed the flying sword and disappeared in the crowd. Restrained his breath, quickly shuttled a few breaths, slowed down, and learned to play like a passerby.

When he walked to a lake, he found that the breath was still locked on him, and he was immediately annoyed, and he was entangled again after just throwing off less than two breaths, and he wanted to jump down when he looked at the quietly flowing lake. It's just that before she can make a move, a superb flying sword is on her neck, gritting her teeth for a while, the dialect suppresses the anger in her heart, but there is a woman's voice in her ears, which is not good, but inexplicably familiar.

"Where is she?"

Fang Yan turned his head in a daze, and what he saw was the second person from the Ziyuan Sect that he saw again after Concubine Zhang Yuan, Lu Xuanji, the famous shrew of the cultivation realm. Fang Yan couldn't think of a person, and the other party obviously recognized her, just listen to the tone of her voice, plus Lu Xuanji hesitated for a few seconds after using the sword technique of the Qingying Sword Sect in the air dialect just now.

Fang Yan made sure that she had recognized herself, and immediately had a plan in her heart, and said unhurriedly: "I don't know, I'm afraid that you are looking for the wrong person." ”

Lu Xuanji looked at the dialect for a few seconds, but he couldn't say that he had any emotion, and his tone was still indifferent, "I didn't look for the wrong person, I know you're also looking for her." ”

When Fang Yan heard it, he smiled bitterly: "When you said she said that I don't know, how do you want me to tell you." ”

Lu Xuanji tightened the top-grade flying sword in his hand and said, "Either you don't want to find that dragon qi, or you don't know the whereabouts of that dragon qi at all." ”

Fang Yan's eyes flashed with a strange light, and he said predictably: "What did you say?" ”

Lu Xuanji smiled and didn't say anything at the moment, deliberately left the dialect there, but the sword in his hand was motionless.

Seeing that Lu Xuanji didn't speak, Fang Yan changed his face and said with a gentle smile: "What Uncle Shi said just now, I don't understand, can you explain it carefully?" ”

Lu Xuanji was moved for a while, with an expression on his face that could not be said to be sad or pitiful, and said softly: "I know that you are from a snake demon and have been looking for the dragon qi of the dragon. ”

The dialect also laughed and did not speak, and the plan succeeded.

For a while, the two of them stopped talking, and the atmosphere was not embarrassing, but the two of them looked at me for a while, and I looked at you, and immediately looked away after their eyes collided. Occasionally, Lu Xuanji did not shy away from Fang Yan's gaze, but Fang Yan would still be defeated first and turn her head to look away, but her weakness of heart did not mean that she was weaker in momentum.

In the end, Lu Xuanji's qi cultivation kung fu was not at home, and he asked, "You really don't know?" ”

Fang Yan's eyes narrowed, he sighed, and before he could speak, Lu Xuanji turned around and left, and when he left, he walked plainly, and Fang Yan was not shocked.

Looking at Lu Xuanji's distant figure, he kept thinking in his heart, who was the woman she was talking about?

Who can rob their own dragon qi in Beitang......

Interesting.

I just met a person from the five major factions and brought me such a news, looking at the situation just now, the people of the other major factions didn't seem to set their eyes on Beitang, and after having a plan in their hearts, Fang Yan was no longer worried.

Looking at Beitang, the cold is quite heavy, and the entire ancient capital Liangcheng is not warm.

Fang Yan was about to leave with Lian'er, who was still sucking bones after eating chicken legs, when he found that the banquet was in chaos, and two groups of people were fighting with each other. One is a scholar-like person, quite dusty, called a blue-faced monk, and the other is a handsome young man with a luxurious dress and an arrogant face, that person claims to be the water god in charge of the water system in Beitang, named Ling Xiao.

In fact, the dialect can be seen at a glance that this is a snake demon who has survived three heavenly tribulations, and has already cultivated in the middle of the Yuan Infant, and it seems that he is about to enter the late Yuan Infant stage.

Seeing this scene, Fang Yan's heart was finally balanced, it turned out that not all snake demons have such luck as her.

Sensing the malice, the dialect was full of doubts, he had not returned for hundreds of years, how did his own territory become like this.

Sure enough, the princes and warring states are about to end, and the troubled times are about to start again?

Fang Yan's heart was a little uneasy, and she had a feeling that she was a thief, so she decisively changed into the Dao robe of the Qingying Sword Sect, ripped off the coarse cloth towel on her head, and revealed the dragon horns, she planned to take care of it.

Anyway, if I don't do something, it's not good to see the elders and brothers of the sect, and I can't live with the incense in Beitang.

Pushing away the crowd, Fang Yan walked out, and Lian'er followed behind him.

Originally, the atmosphere of saber rattling in the previous was slightly eased by the arrival of Fang Yan and Lian'er, Fang Yan's eyes were extremely terrifying, and he was a little frightened, and said lightly: "Who is making trouble in my territory?" ”

The sharp-eyed Ling Xiao suddenly saw the dialect, and said secretly: This is the bloodline of the superior, this is the rumored Beitang True Dragon? Let's try the means of this real dragon first, if it's not worth mentioning, then give her a dismount, go back and find a chance to catch it and devour her bloodline, Ling Xiao, who has made up his mind, began to secretly plan how to make a move.

Although the sentence of the dialect is quite imposing, others are still secretly sneering, who would be so stupid to say that he is here to make trouble, doesn't it make it clear that he can't get along with you.

At this time, a monk named Qingmian spoke up and said coldly, "You are the real dragon in Beitang?" ”

Hearing this, Fang Yan glanced at him lightly, raised his head and said, "Yes, it's me." ”

I haven't been back for hundreds of years, and you really don't know whose territory this is.

The blue face said in a weird way: "I'm drinking well here, and someone actually came to disturb the uncle's Yaxing, you know, I hate it most when others come to disturb me when I'm drinking with a beauty, so I can't help but teach a lesson, presumably the real dragon shouldn't blame me." ”

Fang Yan didn't answer his words, but looked at Ling Xiao, and said with an unkind smile: "Only dogs will bark when others are drinking, this little snake demon who claimed to be the god of water in Beitang just now, don't you say?" ”