"Eh, did you hear that? The Ten Directions Gate is the place where today's opportunities gather! ”

"Hey, first two female disciples ascended, and there were sword cultivation disciples who cut off the cloud ladder, and the same fellow Daoist ascended together a few days ago, are they the ancestors above appearing!"

"Don't mention it, they're now in a bunch of gods, grabbing a handful, it's terrible!"

The Cardinal sat quietly at a square table with a saltwater duck on it.

After a long time, he was able to move the chopsticks and only ate one bite.

The sun shone through the lattice on the chair across from him, and in a moment, a small green butterfly swirled around where the man had been.

The little butterfly was not well-behaved, hovering in the seat for a moment, and was about to fly to the saltwater duck.

Fang Zhen looked at the butterflies on the most delicious piece of duck's meat, hooked his lips and smiled lightly.

"Don't worry, I'll go find you."

His chance has not yet come.

Fang Zhe didn't know where his fate was, so he could only wander around his favorite places every day, and travel around the world like those famous Ascended Monks.

But he had indulged himself in a month of "traveling" in Red Maple Town.

Suddenly, someone pushed away the wooden chair on the side and sat down unceremoniously, and the overwhelming fragrance of acacia flowers permeated the world unscrupulously.

"Whether you can go or not, my master said that he was going back to the Eastern Regions, so he sent me to invite you."

Chen Zeshen looked at the green butterfly on the saltwater duck, and his heart trembled with the fluttering of the butterfly's wings.

I heard that she likes to eat duck.

The peach blossom eyes suddenly deepened, like a faint spring.

"Did Jiang Su mention me to you?"

Fang Zhi looked at him in a little surprise, and replied after a moment: "No."

“……”

The pink friar clenched the fan in his hand, and dissatisfied, he casually fanned the wind at the green butterfly.

After doing the evil thing of bullying Butterfly, he immediately got up and left.

The two of them had nothing to talk about. In the past, Chen Zeshen only regarded Fang Zhe as an old monster in the cultivation realm, and he was unlucky to meet him.

As a result, this person is his own uncle! Uncle Dear! And from the master's mouth, I learned that Jiang Su may also be his uncle!

Everyone in this cultivation realm has a fate, right?

Fang Zhen slowly opened his palm, and the little green butterfly was lying obediently in his palm.

Is he going to the Eastern Regions too?

It's good.

She was also a little boy in black with memories.

Fang folded his palms and slowly walked into the Shifang Gate.

"Eh, Fang Daoyou! Susu still has a hot pot flavor of the elixir, and I want to buy another bottle when I'm hungry. ”

Jiang Su left a lot of pills, but now they are only circulating within the Shifang Gate, and if the outside world wants to buy the pills of the Flying Immortal at a high price, they must go through his permission.

Fang Zhi sometimes felt like some kind of magic weapon that Xiao Yixiu had left in this world, useful for continuing to maintain the daily life of the people around her after she left.

Xiao Yixiu is gone, but his life is full of her.

"Here you go."

He took out the pill that Xiao Yixiu had left for him before leaving.

He didn't need these things, half a month ago, her senior brother and sister ascended hand in hand, and no one in this world could take five moves under him.

After the monk left, Fang turned back to the Relief Peak and looked back at the entire courtyard.

He knew in his heart that no matter where he went, what he needed to take away was the spiritual plants in the courtyard, these were the hard work of Xiao Yixiu, and he promised her.

Fang Fold walked to the water tank in front of the house, and the elixir was crushed into powder and sprinkled on the surface of the water at his fingertips.

The bright yellow ice flowers shake the branches and leaves slightly.

"Daddy, when are we going to find the master?"

Fang Zhe was accustomed to her name.

This flower had already bloomed a spiritual plant, and Fang Zhen transformed her water tank as her natal magic weapon, and she was already able to speak.

She learned the title of "Daddy" from Jiang Su, and then learned the title of "Master" from the magic weapons of Fang Zhe.

Shifangmen's spicy comments, this is a separate opinion.

"Come on, come with me."

"Okay."

She trusted her father so much that she didn't have to ask him where he was going.

Fang Zhe had already made preparations, and a single golden bowl could take away all the spiritual plants in this courtyard.

Xiaoice Jiao was shrunk by him with the water tank and held it tightly in his hand.

Walking to the door, Fang Zhen suddenly had a premonition in his heart, this should be the last time he returned here.

He silently looked back around the courtyard, and there was some emotion in his eyes.

Eastern Regions.

"Senior brother, I didn't expect that we would meet again in the sect many years later."

Fang Zhen looked at the white-clothed young man in front of him who was already mature, and his heart was full of mixed feelings.

"Master, did you kill him, I've seen his spirit."

The man reached out and touched the head of the whitefriar, and his movements were intimate and gentle, as in those days.

"Hmph, I should kill him, why is it that only Senior Brother is the only one who bears the insults of the world, and I am hiding behind you."

Uncle Xu's eyes were red and his voice was choked.

He muttered in his heart: "It's clear that I am also a person who founded another sect, how can I meet my senior brother, I am like a child again."

The cardinal's big hand was extraordinarily warm, and his heart was warm.

"He's probably not dead yet."

"What? Are you sure, brother? I have long refined his physical body into an infernal illusion and pressed it in the middle capital, and my divine soul has also been refined into a magic weapon, and I can disappear into the world as long as the years change. ”

Fang Zhi met his inquiring gaze and said lightly: "He has already become a demon cultivator, otherwise he would not have changed his mind and turned the entire Infernal Sect into an Infernal Hell." ”

"I've seen him in the Black Tower, and so far the soul should be wandering in the Demon Domain, and the Demon Domain is ...... with it."

His voice suddenly paused, as if he thought of someone, "As Su Su ascends, gradually shrinking and disappearing, he will also be scattered." ”

The three people who snuggled up to each other in the Infernal Refining Room finally sought justice for this land that was flooded by the sea of blood.

When it came to Jiang Su, Uncle Xu couldn't help but miss it a little in his heart.

"I haven't even asked her why she kept hiding her identity from you and me in the first place, and she suddenly soared. It's really worthy of her, but even I have practiced knives with her before. ”

"By the way, Senior Brother, where is your gut-breaking knife? In the battle of the Western Regions, I always feel that your sword shape has not changed, but the sword soul is very different from before. ”

Hearing this, Fang Fold drew his knife and came out, and instantly his body was filled with a chill that soaked in the bone marrow.

He traced the lines on the knife with his gaze.

After a long time, he spoke: "I don't know what this sword soul is. ”

"You don't know your soul in the sword?" Uncle Xu opened his mouth wide and looked at him in disbelief.

The cardinal looked indifferent and whispered a "hmm".

He had thought that his cultivation had reached the peak of this realm, and he might be able to dominate one side if he ascended to the upper realm, but he had not had a chance for a long time, and it might be due to himself.

As a knife cultivator, he didn't know his knife.

This is...... The world's ridiculous.

Even though all his memories had now been restored, he still didn't know why the broken intestine was able to shatter the blade and regenerate the sword soul after the sword soul dissipated.

Fang Zhe had a conjecture.

This sword soul is not the soul of the other sword, and the soul of someone in the sect was not refined by chance and entered his knife, so the original knife shape of the broken intestine was maintained.

"He called himself cold."

Uncle Xu savored the meaning of this name and speculated, "Could it be the youngest white-clothed protector, White Frost?"

There was a young man in the Infernal Sect named Bai Hanshuang, whose father was one of the white-clothed protectors who died in a battle with evil cultivators. With his excellent sword skills, this young man became the youngest white-clothed protector in the Infernal Sect.

He doesn't like refining weapons, he only likes to practice knives, and he is a thorough knife cultivator.

The most critical point is that Bai Hanshuang greatly admires the sword skills of the young master.

The figure of this young man gradually emerged in Fang Zhe's memories.

If Jiang Su is here, he will definitely complain, you stabbed the cub's nest, right?

"Possibly, but I'm not sure."

The cardinal's long eyelashes drooped down, covering the emotions under his eyes, making it impossible to see through his thoughts.

Seeing this, Uncle Xu took out a book from his sleeve and handed it to Fang Zhe.

"Senior brother, this is a book that I once refined with my own flesh and heart, specially used to enlighten the little flower demon and the heartless people to the Dao of various families, and cover countless monks' experiences, why don't you check how to explore the source of the soul in the magic weapon."

In fact, there is no problem if Fang Zhe doesn't go out of his way to check, he can raise a knife for a hundred years, and wait until the soul in the knife can speak and turn into a human form.

He went to ask in person.

"Su Su has been waiting for you up there, senior brother, you said that the upper realm is all old fritters who have been flying for thousands of years."

"In case Su Su is bullied, his father is also a medical practitioner, and he can't help her take revenge, if she is impulsive, it will be dangerous."

Uncle Xu was worried and persuaded at night.

This young man in white knew better than anyone that his senior brother was eager to step on the cloud ladder with Jiang Su on the spot.

Afterwards, Fang Zhen didn't know how many times he heard people analyze why the female cultivator named "Song Wan'er" was able to fly up hand in hand with Jiang Su.

To put it bluntly, his senior brother looked tepid, but he was actually the person who wanted to ascend the most in the entire cultivation world.

He wanted to see her so badly.

Fang Zhi was speechless and took the initiative to take the book.

The next moment, a huge amount of spiritual power overflowed from his body, and all of it poured into the book.

The cardinal's eyes suddenly emptied, and his whole body froze in place.

In the next second, the scenery in front of him reappeared in his eyes.

"I see."

Uncle Xu was stunned at night, thinking that he had recognized the soul in the knife so quickly, "Is it Bai Hanshuang?" ”

Fang Fold shoved the book back into his hand. 、

Shaking his head, "I'm going to the Demon Suppression Temple." ”

With that, the cardinal left without looking back.