The next afternoon, Fang Xing woke up from his slumber.

His memory was still stuck in the moment before he fell into a weak coma. But when he woke up, he found that the feeling of weakness from excessive blood loss had completely disappeared.

Not only is it not weak, but it is also full of muscles, full of blood, and all the limbs and bones are as if they have been gently sunburned by the sun, and it is very comfortable.

"Am I more resilient?" Fang Xing was very surprised.

He looked secretly at the bloody sword on the bedside: was it the reason? How many surprises can this guy bring him?

"Brother, are you awake?" A call of surprise rang out at the door.

Fang Yuanshu happened to walk in with a pot of lean porridge warmed on a small charcoal stove.

"Yuan Shu..."Fang Xing suddenly came to his senses.

Only then did he realize that he was lying on the bed, with his coat and shoes and socks off and neatly arranged on the side of the bed.

These were apparently done by his sister. She must have found him unconscious last night.

"Yuan Shu, I didn't scare you, did I?" He asked subconsciously.

"Brother, you're still worried about me!" Fang Yuanshu hummed angrily, "How are you now, are you feeling better?" ”

"I'm fine." Fang Xing tried to wave his arm.

It was sturdy and full of blood, but it didn't look like it was almost squeezed dry yesterday.

"Brother, it's okay if you're okay..."Fang Yuanshu was secretly relieved. It was not in vain that she worked hard last night to warm her brother's body with aura, and she was tired and sweating profusely before she could leave.

Yes, that's all she did. She is a yellow-haired girl who doesn't know anything, and she can't do anything else except help to warm her body.

And this process of warming her body is exciting enough for her.

"Yuan Shu, why are you red?"

"No, nothing..."Fang Yuanshu hurriedly put down the charcoal stove and porridge pot in his arms: "I just boiled porridge for you, and my body is a little hot." ”

"By the way, brother, how did you practice that swordsmithing technique? I see you're in a coma, it can't be that something went wrong during your luck, right? ”

She called "Blood Swordsmanship" "Sword Forging".

Because her innocent brother thinks she is too simple, if she knows that this is the infamous evil Dao technique "Blood Sword Technique", she will definitely be frightened.

Therefore, because he was worried that she would leak her secret under nervousness, Fang Xing didn't tell her the truth, but casually made up the name of the exercise and "fooled her".

"It's done." Fang Xing glanced at the blood sword that was still on the bedside, and it still looked the same: "You don't have to worry, Yuan Shu." ”

Fang Yuanshu was also happy for him: "That's good." ”

"Brother." She brought a bowl of lean porridge for Fang Xing: "You just woke up after a night of fainting, why don't you eat something first?" ”

"Hmm." Fang Xing smiled and took the meat porridge handed by his sister, and just wanted to take a bite, he suddenly thought of something: "Yuan Shu, you help me go to the desk and help me get a stack of manuscripts from the second grid." ”

"Draft?" Fang Yuanshu's eyes lit up. She couldn't help but use a look full of admiration: "Brother, are you writing poetry again?" ”

"This..."Fang Xing's expression was a little subtle.

Yes, he was not only a gifted monk, but also a poet of great literary talent.

Anyway, as long as a science and engineering college student can still remember, and it is suitable for transferring flowers and trees to this otherworldly poetry and songs, he has almost "created" at the beginning.

It's a pity that later he prepared to reduce the scheduling day, and his material library was almost used... The great poet Fang Xing was also so depressed and degenerated, and became a mediocre butcher who did not touch pen and ink.

Fang Yuanshu often sighed bitterly for this, and only hated that she couldn't suffer this injury for her brother.

Now seeing his full and ambitious mental appearance after cultivating his divine skills, and hearing that he had written a new draft, the little girl immediately came to strength.

"I'll get it!" Fang Yuanshu ran quickly. Then, she brought back Fang Xing's "poem manuscript".

I saw that it was written in the handwriting of dragons and snakes walking and dancing cranes flying hong:

"Several Suggestions on Comprehensively Promoting Large-scale Pig Breeding and Building a Whole Industrial Chain of Meat Breeding, Slaughtering and Deep Processing"

"Research on a Fully Automatic Pig Slaughtering Equipment Based on Puppet Mechanism Technology and Its Commercial Value"

"Expansion Plan: Feasibility Analysis Report of Automated Slaughterhouse Project"

Fang Yuanshu: "......"

"Brother, what is this?" She was stunned.

Killing pigs also came out of the research report.

Her brother can't be really crazy, right?

"These are all business plans that I have prepared a long time ago, and I am going to show them to the elders of the General Affairs Hall." I only heard Fang Xing answer seriously: "As long as the family agrees with my opinion, I can build a large-scale slaughterhouse with a daily slaughter capacity of 1,000 heads in Kitawon County!" ”

Fang Yuanshu: "......"

I also got involved with my peers, which...

She was in a delicate mood, but Fang Xing said: "Three hundred and sixty lines, the line is the champion." Even if I am fortunate to be a pig killer, I must make a name for myself. ”

"Brother..."Fang Yuanshu was suddenly speechless. There was only a light of regret and adoration in her eyes.

Fang Xing didn't know that his words aroused his sister's thousands of thoughts. His eyes fell thoughtfully back to the papers:

Now he has both the system and the blood sword; Pig life can give him experience, and pig blood can be used to help him raise swords.

Killing pigs has become a highly lucrative job for him.

So this matter has to be resolved as soon as possible. It is imperative to expand production and increase efficiency.

Otherwise, the pigs will not be enough immediately.

Perhaps it was because he was happy to see this former genius boy "sink and degenerate" in this pickled housework, Fang Buqun and those elders of the clan have been very supportive of Fang Xing's in-depth exploration in pig killing work in the past three years.

It's not difficult to get their support.

The only problem is that at the end of the month is the Immortal Ascension Trial. It's an eventful time, not the time to go out.

But:

"Fang Buqun said at the meeting the day before yesterday that the envoy of the Hanging Sword Pavilion will arrive for ten days." Fang Xing thought back to the family meeting: "Then I went to the Fang family to do errands these days, so I don't have to worry about meeting them." ”

The emissaries of the Hanging Sword Pavilion are the most dangerous people who are most likely to trigger chances, and if you dodge them, everything will be easy.

Thinking of this, he quickly made a decision: "Yuan Shu, I'm going to go to Beiyuan City later." Are you going to wait for me to come back, or are you? ”

"This..."Fang Yuanshu looked at the seemingly ordinary blood sword that Fang Xing had in his hand silently.

Her brother had just refined the Blood Sword Technique, and she was not very relieved to let him go out alone.

So: "Brother, I'll go with you!" ”

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Last night, the North Plains City Fang family.

Fang Buqun, the head of the Fang family, received a message from the thousands of miles of transmission notes that the Hanging Sword Pavilion had assigned to these vassal families:

"The sect has an order, and this year's Beiyuan County Immortal Ascension Trial has been changed to be directly responsible for Li Wuyi, the deacon of the Outer Pavilion of the Hanging Sword Pavilion."

"The Hanging Sword Pavilion mission will arrive in Beiyuan eight days ahead of schedule, tomorrow. Please prepare for the reception from all walks of life in Bukwon-gun. ”

"——Hanging Sword Pavilion Outer Pavilion, Youzhou Branch Pavilion."