Outside the window, a bright moon was in the sky, and there were thousands of blue lights in front of the window, and the lights in Fang Xing's room had been on all night.

All the luxuries of this inner courtyard house have nothing to do with Fang Xing, except for the few exquisitely structured oil lamps, the extravagant things in the house that are expensive and good at deceiving people are all abandoned by Fang Xing. It's not that Fang Xing lacks the ability and mind to appreciate, it's just that since he moved to a new residence lightly, he has thousands of thoughts dancing in his heart.

Right now, he sat in front of the bookcase, and under the green lamp, he waved his pen and ink. Just a breath, "Miss Su! The three characters floated on the white rice paper. Fang Xing stared at the black characters with upright feet and well-proportioned structure, staring and pondering. Although this font is rigorous and steady, Fang Xing's heart has a hundred tastes and thousands of experiences, all of which are surging together, intertwined and lingering in his heart.

- To this day, he still has no memory of Miss Su!

"Why don't I remember my fiancée?" Fang Xing's eyebrows furrowed, and his forehead was deeply locked.

'Knock knock'

His fingers struck a string of rhythmic music on the table, which was the next action he made when he thought.

At this moment, the night was deep, and the lights were green, reflecting his condensed complexion, like a piece of clear and cold jade. Fang Xing pondered for a long time, but finally got nothing, and picked up the pen and made a heavy cross on the "Miss Su". The wolf pen in Fang Xing's hand, the pen is long and hard, full of ink, one stroke down, the ink is thick, and soon the three words will be unrecognizable, only Fang Xing knows in his heart that those three words and that person are still hidden there, waiting for him to find out.

As if to hide this longing and fantasy in his heart, Fang Xing hurriedly smeared it on the white paper.

- Second steward?

"Hmph, a person who is a slave and a servant is not enough to worry about!" Fang Xing disdainfully commented in his heart, and quickly made a cross on it.

- Fang Laifu? Fang Five?

"Seeing the wind makes the rudder, the generation who tends to be inflammatory! If I am self-reliant, I can drive it! Fang Xing drew a stroke under his name and wrote again

- Fang Chuanwu?

Fang Xing couldn't help but pause, black ink trickled down from the tip of the pen, and ink flowers bloomed on the white paper, just like Fang Xing's thoughts. "Fang Chuanwu, very bold and thoughtful, can be called the first-rate person I have seen, honest and worrying!"

Don't look at Fang Xing's fighting spirit with Fang Chuanwu in a white suit today, and he didn't fall behind, but his evaluation of Fang Chuanwu was extremely high. He has set this 'first person in Dongping children' as the first goal to be surpassed in his life, and there is no sense of jealousy in his heart, only the will to fight - if he didn't have this strong blood, he would have sunk in the darkness of more than 100 years, how could he have reborn today!

Nodding his head, to show his approval of Fang Chuanwu, Fang Xing ticked a check behind Fang Chuanwu's name, and then moved the pen again, and when the pen shaft shook, the three flamboyant and flying cursive scripts had already appeared on the paper

- Liu Mingyang?

Fang Xing's eyes narrowed, and the cold light in his eyes grew. "This person? No way! He made up his mind with certainty. Seeing this person for the first time in the Mingyue Tower today, Fang Xing had a vague sense of displeasure in his heart. After he arrived, he had the power of the Eagle Ancestor's legacy, and the innate tiger roaring energy surged three times, and Liu Mingyang's sharp energy was folded twice, and Fang Xing knew that he and Liu Mingyang had formed a deep hatred.

Liu Mingyang's angry look by the stream, Fang Xing still remembers it vividly, that purple-robed boy, with a menacing murderous aura, and the burning flames in his eyes, all of which let Fang Xing know that there is only an endless game between him and Liu Mingyang.

In all fairness, Liu Mingyang is not ordinary. He can leave decisively after being frustrated downstairs in Mingyue; and resolutely dispatched troops to chase and kill Fang Xing and his party; The decisiveness of the sofa displayed in this kind of behavior is by no means possible for ordinary people.

- It's a pity that he met Fang Xing!

Throwing away the brush in his hand, Fang Xing stood up with a long body, stood by the window, greeted the gentle breeze, and exhaled deeply.

Although Liu Mingyang's cultivation was not as good as Fang Chuanwu's, compared to Fang Xing, a newcomer who had just stepped into the avenue of qi refining, he was countless times stronger.

If it weren't for Fang Xing's state of mind in the Lingtai realm, refining the remnant soul of the Vulture Ancestor that he had devoured the night before, and turning it into [Innate Tiger Roaring Strength], how could he defeat Liu Mingyang twice with Fang Xing's superficial cultivation of the [Next Three Days] and let him return with his feathers?

Pursing his lips and smiling, Fang Xing bared his teeth and sneered: "It's a pity, you met me!" ”

Right now, there was no longer any residual strength of the Spirit Vulture Ancestor in his limbs and hundreds of remains, but the True Qi Seed in his chest was strong and condensed far better than before, which made Fang Xing already have a deep confidence to face the challenge, and in the face of Liu Mingyang, he was not afraid!

"Liu Mingyang, it's just dry bones in the grave! Sooner or later, I will capture it! Fang Xing's heart was determined, and his eyes were deep, like night in the sky.

After that, Fang Xing secretly went out of his mind for half a moment, and it was not until the crackling sound of the oil lamp that he woke him up. Fang Xing grabbed the brush casually, picked out the wick, sat down again, dipped it in ink, and gently wrote on the paper

- Vulture Ancestor

Yes, Vulture Ancestor, how could Fang Xing forget him?

"What a tragedy!" Fang Xing shook his head, and a cold noodle couldn't help but loosen a lot. That Vulture Ancestor was really a fierce demon of the Three Realms with great demonic flames to others, but to Fang Xing, he was indeed a 'great good man who accumulated virtue and did good'!

Fang Xing was imprisoned for more than 100 years, and once he killed the vulture ancestor, he suddenly turned over, and it could not be copied. Devouring the remnant soul and devouring the golden mist, he got the inheritance of the "Innate Tiger Fu True Scripture", and overnight, the true qi moved, and he had the spare strength to turn into [Innate Tiger Roaring Strength], and retreated from the strong enemy. These are the relics of the Vulture Ancestor, and his help to Fang Xing cannot be erased.

Touching the acupuncture points in the middle of his chest, the True Qi Seed moved with Fang Xing's state of mind. Today, under the irrigation of the remaining strength of the Eagle Ancestor, Fang Xing has obtained the true understanding of the [Innate Tiger Roaring Strength], he believes that as long as the True Qi Seed is conceived and enters the second heaven of Qi refining, he can rely on his own strength to perfectly replicate the waterfront roar and reproduce the earth-shattering power of the [Innate Tiger Roaring Strength].

With the lowly cultivation of the [Next Three Days], you can obtain the magical power of the [Middle Three Days], what a wonderful thing! Fang Xing almost burst out laughing.

After just a few breaths of excitement, Fang Xing once again restrained his pride, and then thought that he had exhausted one of the two treasures he had devoured that day; First, the golden mist is also, the "Innate Tiger Fu True Scripture" transformed by the golden mist. And it was really because of this that he was able to use the residual strength of the remnant soul into the power of [Innate Tiger Roaring Strength] to defeat the strong enemy and show his majestic posture. However, there was another heavy black light, which Fang Xing had never realized, which made Fang Xing feel a little regretful while being satisfied. He secretly guessed that that black light must be the [Xuan Ming Divine Light] that the Vulture Ancestor had cast, if he could get this help, then what kind of situation would it be?

Thinking like this, my mind can't help but gradually drift away, swimming in the sea of stars in the sky, thinking about a myriad of things, and it is difficult to calm down.

I don't know how long it took, a burst of drums and bells came from afar, waking up Fang Xing in the fugue.

In a trance, he only heard the 'Bang Bang Bang' knock on the third watch, and someone said: "The time of the child (23 o'clock to 1 o'clock in the morning) has arrived, and every room and room is careful of the candles!" ”

"The time has come?" Fang Xing was shocked when he heard this!

"How is this possible?" A moment ago, it was only a watch day (19 o'clock to 21 o'clock), how could it be that two hours had passed in a trance?

Soon, Fang Xing came to his senses, but he was even more amazed!

- [Xuan Shen Divine Light] is really extraordinary!

Just like the word [Regent] that he claimed, Fang Xing just had a commotion in his mind, and then he evoked that trace of the meaning of the Xuanshen, and he didn't know where the [Xuanying Divine Light] was hidden on his body, so he quietly displayed the divine power of the [Regent], and the stars changed, and it actually passed the third watch.

The power of the gods, even so! It's really terrible, terrible, gratifying, and congratulating!

Such a sinister and strange supernatural power seems to be at your fingertips at this moment, and it seems to be far away from the world, which is untouchable. How to understand this mastery, Fang Xing was helpless for a while, and he didn't know what to do.

Stretching out his hand and squeezing the leg meat, Fang Xing gasped, and his heart suddenly cleared, leaving the agitation and temptation brought by the [Xuanming Divine Light] behind. After thinking for a while, his left hand suddenly poked out, and a yellow pages booklet appeared in his hand—it was the Qi Refining Notebook of the Fang Wushu Book.

The long nights are long, the road is long, and the idle sitting is empty, it is better to be down-to-earth and learn well, and also see how others walk on the avenue of qi refining and cultivation.

Taking a deep breath, Fang Xing focused on this inconspicuous but valuable booklet.

To be honest, even if the Qi Refining Notes of this handbook were so cherished, Fang Xing also had a strong suspicion of Fang Wu's intentions, which was not to say that Fang Xing did not tolerate people, but that he had a little experience of human nature after two lives.

The way of refining qi is related to the future and fate of Fang Xing's body, and there is no room for sloppiness. With the attitude that it is indispensable to guard against others, Fang Xing is still quite wary of Fang Xing's gift. However, this gift was really grand, even if Fang Xing had the suspicion of 'look at it, let me believe it', he had to admit that this gift had brought him too many surprises.

Fang Wu used his life experience and insights to solve many things that Fang Xing had not known in his heart before, which was also the same as Fang Laifu's previous nagging about Fang Xing. However, this gift is not only a solution to puzzles, it even brings a variety of new concepts and a new understanding of this world to Fang Xing. It made Fang Xing deeply perceive that this world is so real, so vast, and so cruel!

In the book, time flies like a white horse, and it is twenty years in a flash. From the sixteenth year of Tianshun to the thirty-sixth year of Tianshun, according to the records of the codex, Fang Wu did not fight for any month, and was not injured without a month. Among the records that Fang Xing saw alone, there were bloody records of 58 heavy wounds and 173 kills. The thick smell of blood erupted from the slightly yellowed paper, making Fang Xing feel deeply cold—how cruel the world he was in!