In the evening. Beiyuan City, Fang family.

The Fang Mansion sounds like a mansion of a wealthy family, but in fact, as a place for the inner disciples of the Fang family to live and practice, it is more like a university in terms of functional facilities and the scale of the area.

The wide open gate is like a school gate, and after entering the gate, you can cross a long street lined with cedars on both sides, and pass a few inconsequential buildings along the way, you can reach a flat and open martial arts arena.

At this time, there is still snow on the road, and you can make a crunch sound when you step on it.

Fang Yuanshu specially picked the place where no one had stepped on the footprints, and jumped left and right, like a rabbit scurrying around.

"Brother, you go slowly, wait for me!" Seeing Fang Xing walking normally, she also complained and pouted.

"Good, good." Fang Xing also simply slowed down and let his sister walk in front.

His sister has always been a person who pays attention to clothing and makeup, and often changes her clothes and hairstyle in a different way, and she doesn't know who she is dressed for.

Today, Fang Yuanshu changed to an elegant double beard flying fairy bun, matching her fairy face, which looked quite fairy.

It's just that every time she jumps like this, the pair of hair mustaches on her head can follow her several times, and the fairy who floats out of the dust makes her pretend to be a little girl with no heart.

"Haha." Seeing this situation, the corners of Fang Xing's mouth couldn't help but hook up a smile.

On a sunny day after the snow, the quiet campus seems to be frozen in this time, accompanied by the girl. In a trance, he thought he was back in that calm world.

"How good this life is. What's the point of competing with others? Fang Xing was once again glad about his choice.

If he was still as sharp as Long Aotian, how could he live such a happy and comfortable life now?

Merely...

"The Fang family is really quiet today, I haven't even met an inner disciple, it's so different from usual." As he walked, Fang Xing suddenly felt that something was not quite right.

What about those sports students who are swaying their blood on the martial arts field every day? Why can't I see anyone on the playground now?

I didn't see a few inner disciples on the road. From time to time, however, there were outsiders who looked like they were from other families, passing by them in full costume.

"Where have all the people gone?" He's not feeling good.

A few steps further, looking at the towering eaves of the main hall of the council hall, you can faintly hear a human voice.

"Everyone seems to be on it!" Fang Yuanshu likes to watch the excitement the most: "Brother, let's go and see it too!" ”

"This..."Fang Xing was still hesitating. But Fang Yuanshu was already walking in front of him, and now he was even more caught off guard and jumped out of the smoke.

He had no choice but to hurry to catch up. At this time, the two of them had completely passed through the martial arts arena, climbed dozens of steps, and stepped on the square in front of the main hall of the council hall.

I saw a sea of people here, as if all the people from the inner door of the Fang family had gathered here.

The farthest hall of the council hall had been surrounded by a group of family guards at this time.

The inner disciples all gathered in the square and divided into two phalanxes on the left and right in an orderly manner, leaving a direct path to the main hall of the council hall in the middle.

And on this road, which was welcomed by the inner disciples, even the red carpet had been paved.

There are also special emcees and greeters waiting on the red carpet, and at first glance, it looks like a grand wedding ceremony.

But the restrained appearance of the people present who "dare not speak loudly and are afraid of the heavenly people" makes this place look like the scene of the enthronement ceremony.

"Oops!" Fang Xing suddenly felt bad.

But I saw him once three years ago, and I knew that this was not a wedding, nor was it an enthronement ceremony-

This is a reception specially used to receive the Hanging Sword Pavilion Mission!

Sure enough, the next second... I only listened to the welcome and escort a few foreign guests, and let the master of ceremonies sing:

"Beiyuan Chen family, Chen Yutao, He Qianjing, meet the Hanging Sword Immortal!"

"Beiyuan Wang family, Wang Chonghui, He Babaijing, meet the Hanging Sword Immortal!"

"The master of the Snow Mountain Gate, Qian Ming, He Qianjing, meet the Hanging Sword Immortal!"

“......”

The "one crystal" that the secular monks said refers to is a piece of lower-grade spirit stone that is divided into standards.

Don't look at this spirit stone as a low-grade product, but for ordinary qi cultivation and scattered cultivation, if anyone can have ten crystals, then they can already be regarded as wealthy.

But these powerful dignitaries of Beiyuan County did not hesitate to spend hundreds of crystals and thousands of crystals, just to show their faces at the banquet and have a meal with the immortals on the hanging sword.

"Outsiders are starting to enter." Fang Xing's face turned dark: "That Hanging Sword Envoy must have arrived in the Northern Plains, and even sat in that big hall!" ”

What the! Didn't you say that the envoy of the Hanging Sword Pavilion would have eight days to come? Why did this come early?

He didn't have time to think about the reason behind this: "Yuan Shu, hurry!" Let's go back first! ”

Fang Xing didn't want to stay here for a second. He grabbed his sister's hand and turned around to take her out of the place.

"Wait!" Fang Yuanshu was rarely disobedient.

She looked at the faint sound of the silk bamboo feast, and thought of the hanging sword messengers who were sitting in the hall at this moment, only one step away from them, and couldn't help but get excited.

"Brother!" Fang Yuanshu couldn't wait to say, "Let's also go and meet the Hanging Sword Immortal!" Those Hanging Sword Immortals are well-informed and experienced, maybe there is a way to cure your illness! ”

Fang Xing couldn't help frowning when he heard this: "Yuan Shu, what are you talking nonsense?" Didn't I say it a long time ago, I don't need anyone to treat me. And..."

And even if he wanted to cure his illness, this method of going straight to the Immortal Ascension Wine Society to ask for the Hanging Sword Envoy would definitely not work.

"See the guards? So many inner disciples are obediently standing outside the hall as an atmosphere group, even if the head of the family or the door master comes, they have to pay a lot of congratulatory gifts to enter, so how can we enter the hall if we want to? ”

I can't even get in the door, what else is there to say. And even if they could get in, the Hanging Sword Immortal would not be idle, so he agreed to treat a junior Qi practitioner like him with no background.

"Nope! Brother, the opportunity is right in front of us, we have to give it a try! Fang Xing just wanted to leave, but Fang Yuanshu was extremely persistent.

Because she thought of what the god operator said: The hidden dragon is out of the abyss, and the general trend has been achieved. As long as you move with the times and follow the trend, there will naturally be someone who can cure Fang Xing's disease.

Fang Yuanshu never knew when this "time" would arrive, and who the destined person who could cure her brother was.

But at this moment, she accidentally bumped into the sword messenger who arrived in the northern plains, and she suddenly realized:

"The hidden dragon comes out of the abyss, when it is at this time; It's time to take off today! ”

That's right. These sword messengers must be his brother's destined people!

She knew that Fang Xing was reluctant to treat the disease. But God must have arranged for her to appear here at this time, and it must be useful.

As the saying goes, a person's success depends not only on the process of fate, but also on personal efforts.

No matter how good luck is, it must be driven by people after all.

"I'm that guy!" Fang Yuanshu realized his historical mission. Today, whether her brother wants it or not, she must let him see the Hanging Sword Immortal.

As for the concerns her brother mentioned, the possible consequences of going straight to the Yingxian Wine Fair...

"Hahahaha!" Fang Yuanshu was not worried at all.

My brother is a child of destiny. When his luck is in full swing, why not go out of the ordinary a little more?

"Brother, let's go!"

"it!" Fang Xing's face was as black as the bottom of a pot. He didn't know why his warm and caring little padded jacket suddenly became a deadly bear child at a critical moment.

"Come back with me!" He was about to go back with his sister in his hands.

"Brother!" Fang Yuanshu had enough strength and rushed forward desperately.

One dragged backwards, the other forward, and the force of the two people suddenly came to a confrontation.

Fang Xing originally thought that as long as he used a little strength, he would be able to drag away his younger sister, who had cultivated to the fourth level of Qi cultivation. But what he never expected was...

I don't know if Fang Yuanshu opened the gene lock when he saved his brother, or if he was drained too much blood last night and left the sequelae of physical weakness.

At this moment, his weak sister suddenly burst out with a force that almost crushed his palm.

"Ahh Fang Xing fell forward so violently.

Fang Yuanshu also staggered forward because of the excessive force.

The brother and sister could have been hiding behind those inner disciples, but now they were entangled in a tumbling roll, rolling directly out of the crowd and rolling onto the red carpet in the middle of the square.

By the time the two of them supported the ground with their hands and slowly raised their heads, they had already knelt at the end of the much-anticipated red carpet in an extremely standard kneeling posture.

There was silence at the scene of "......".

"Fang Xing? You—" Someone immediately recognized him as an outdated celebrity: "What are you?" ”

Fang Xing didn't know how to explain. Fang Yuanshu suddenly squeezed out two lines of sympathetic tears, and took advantage of the situation to kneel down and bow: "Disciples Fang Xing, Fang Yuanshu, ask to see the Hanging Sword Immortal!" ”

As soon as the words fell, countless eyes full of surprise, doubt, or vigilance were cast from all directions.

There was another silence of subtlety.

"Everyone." Fang Xing's face was full of despair: "If I say, I was careless..."

"Do you believe it?"