The letterhead is fragrant, and the ink has rhyme.

That delicate and lovely child, as if in front of Fang Xing's eyes, was immature and delicate and called him 'third brother'.

Fang Xing was immersed in this beautiful and warm memory, but was awakened by the strange cry of the black ghost. His brows furrowed, very displeased. Fang Xing was already tired of the black ghost's mantra of 'reporting the truth'. This black ghost has a left mouth of 'one thing to say', and the right one mouth of "the truth is reported", but in fact, he is saying something out of tune, which is very hateful!

"You haven't even learned how to be obedient just now?" Fang Xing thought with a little annoyance. Fang Xing had already decided, if this black ghost talked nonsense again, then he would have to suffer for him.

Fang Xing replied in an unkind tone: "You say! ”

Hearing that Fang Xing was unhappy, the black ghost hid in the turtle shell and shrank his head, and whispered: "The little one has one to say, and the truth is reported." The small one still has a private amount of money, enough for more than 100,000 yuan, although the lord is in the humble room to hone his mind, but he can't be bitter about the master mother next to the pillow, right? The little courage gave these money to the lord, and the lord could buy some good things that were in demand and give them to the lord's mother, which won the favor of the lord's mother. It's also a small piece of loyalty, please see it. ”

The housewife? This black ghost can also think of it. Listening to the black ghost's words, Fang Xing couldn't help but laugh dumbly, and the unhappiness in his heart disappeared.

100,000 yuan sounds like a lot, but if you calculate it at the usual market price of 1,000 yuan, it is only 100 yuan. This money was undoubtedly a huge amount of money for Fang Xing in the past, but now that he was a qi refiner and was about to enter the inner circle of the Fang family, his thoughts about money and things were also light. However, money is money after all, and it is better to have money than not to have money. Fang Xing also asked with little interest: "Oh? Where is it hidden? Don't you tell me, it's still hidden in the Troubled Wind Gang and didn't bring it out? ”

The black ghost said: "The little one was specially brought out this time, and it was hidden in the Caishi Ridge not far from the ancient mound hills, and put it in a tomb bag. ”

Fang Xing nodded, he could find a chance to withdraw the money in the future. At this time, he suddenly realized in surprise that a corpse cultivator like a black ghost still needs money. Puzzled, he asked suspiciously, "What are you doing hiding private money?" Do you still need money to trade? ”

When the black ghost heard this, he nodded his head straight, and he said, "The lord is wise, and the little ones do want to do some business with money." The King of Turmoil is tightly restrained on weekdays, and the small ones are not allowed to rob the house. But there are thousands of zombies on the Troubled Wind Gang, and from time to time they steal some cattle and sheep to satisfy their hunger, which is not useful at all. Therefore, tens of thousands of miscellaneous animals of all kinds have to be bought on the chaotic wind hill! The money paid by the families and clans every year is not enough to cover the cost of buying livestock, and the king of the storm is often troubled by it. For hundreds of years, it took a lot of effort to hide a hundred, and today it is also to serve the lord, so I took it out painfully. The little one's loyalty to the lord is really the sun and the moon, and the yellow spring! ”

At this time, Fang Xing was even more surprised. He didn't know that the King of Troubled Wind would restrain his subordinates like this, and he didn't know that all the families and clans in Dongping County had to send money to Troubled Wind Gang every year.

"You are indeed faithful!" After praising the black ghost, Fang Xing asked curiously: "Do all the families and clans in Dongping County have to send money to Chaofeng Gang every year?" Does the Fang family also have it? How many? ”

The black ghost was also surprised: "The New Year's money given by all families and clans in Dongping to Chaofenggang is wow! Don't you know this? As soon as the words came out, he thought to himself that something was wrong, and then changed his words: "For the New Year's money to the Troubled Wind Gang, every year each family and all clans have to discuss with the King of the Troubled Wind once, and then negotiate their own share, how much the Fang family wants to give, and the small ones are not clear." However, this year's share will be discussed again on the 15th of next month. When the time comes, the family honorables, clan elders and the king of the turmoil of all ethnic groups in Dongping will gather together to discuss this matter! ”

Next month? It's next month again!

Fang Xing was slightly stunned when he heard this, he didn't know what he thought, the strange color in his eyes flashed, and then he asked softly: "When will the people from the East China Sea steward return to Dongping?" When will the strongman in the mouth of the King of Turmoil come to Dongping? ”

The black ghost didn't know why, touched his head, and his mouth was bitter, "The lord wants to ask, and the little one doesn't know." I just know that next month should be here, right? ”

Fang Xing shook his head, and looked up at the sky outside the window at the touch of fish white. Suddenly, he lost his mind. After being silent for a moment, Fang Xing's eyes gradually changed from confusion to firmness, and then he spoke again.

As if he was talking to the black ghost, and as if he was emphasizing something to himself, he only heard him say slowly: "It's not that it should come, but it will definitely come!" These people, they will definitely arrive next month! On the fifteenth of next month, it will be the time of the flash flood in Dongping. It's March 16th, and there are still thirty days left, so I don't have much time left to prepare! ”

The black ghost didn't understand, and naturally he didn't know what Fang Xing meant. He rubbed his hands stupidly and said: "What is a torrent, what kind of torrent is the lord afraid of!" There are small ones, and the slightest trace of water in the custody sect can't touch the corners of the lord's clothes. ”

At this time, Fang Xing had calmed down. He yawned, seemingly tired. The black ghost is still deceived by the illusion of peace in the sky above Dongping County, but he knows that Yunyu is really coming!

In the case that the Liu family is about to move, and the blood slaughter giant and the foreign horse thieves are busy slaughtering the village and sacrificing blood, next month the King of Turbulence will hold a meeting with all the families and clans in the county, and the Fang family's strong reinforcement from the East China Sea Butler will also come next month, and there is also the high-level figure that even the King of Turbulence is deeply afraid of is about to cross the border with a strong dragon.

Will there be so many coincidences coming together in the world? Fang Xing doesn't believe it! The preciousness of life also made him unbelievable!

What he firmly believes is that next month, a mountain-like boulder may fall from the sky. If the Fang family and him are defeated, then this boulder will crush him and the Fang family into powder. If he wins, the Fang family and he can climb to the top of Dongping and dominate in the eight hundred miles of rivers and mountains!

The track of fate showed a clear trajectory in front of Fang Xing, one was the path to the crown of the clouds, and the other was the path of death to the dead realm.

Thinking of this, Fang Xing was much more relaxed. Although there are thousands of burdens to weigh on, it is much better than being a fool after all.

Fang Xing crossed his hands behind his head, staring at the rising red sun outside the window. The corners of his mouth were grinning, and his eyes were narrowed into a thin slit, this was the first time he smiled with relief since he came to this realm.

"Turtle?" He said to the black ghost.

"Well, the little ones are."

"I'll sleep for a while, and if someone comes, you call me."

"Huh? Be! The little one got it! ”

Fang Xing smiled and stopped talking. Naturally, the cottage was quiet.

……

Fang Xing was indeed tired. When he opened his eyes again and woke up, it was already three poles of the sun. The sun shone on the beds, making people lazy.

This is the first time since Fang Xing's rebirth that he has slept until he wakes up naturally. In the past few days, his whole body has been tense, and he does not dare to relax in the slightest, and all kinds of experiences have emerged one after another, and wave after wave has hit, so that he has no leisure. Until this moment, Fang Xing's heart was unconcerned and thoughtless, and it was rare to have a moment of purity.

His heart was refreshed, and in an ethereal ethereal, he couldn't help but touch the scene, and a wave of Yaxing gushed out of thin air. So, Fang Xing followed the example of the sages and chanted: "Who will realize the big dream first? I know it all my life. The grass hall sleeps enough in spring, and the day outside the window is late. ”

Stretching his waist again, Fang Xing casually asked, "What time is it?" Are there any laymen during the period? ”

But I heard the black ghost say excitedly: "Just now, I heard someone report the hour, and now it should be a quarter of the hour [9:15 in the morning], and no one has come during this period." Right now, there is only one flying insect in Sanzhang, I don't know if it's a layman as the lord said? ”

Fang Xing smiled and said, "You are in a good mood, and you also remember a flying insect." ”

The black ghost said with great interest: "For more than 100 years, the small ones have been standing guard on the chaotic wind post, and they are accompanied by small colleagues all the year round, all of them are zombie ghosts. It's been hundreds of years since I've looked at the world in such a close light. It's a joy to see the spring scenery now! The little one began at sunrise and counted until now, and has counted five hundred and seventy-three insects and seventy-one birds. There are so many living creatures, more than a small one has seen in a hundred years standing guard on the Troubled Wind Gang! ”

His words were actually ordinary, but when Fang Xing heard it, it was a kind of touching feeling, and he sighed when he heard it: "Many times, a habit, after continuing to get used to it, it is nothing." Some people just want to continue this habit, and more people are attracted to another kind of freshness. It is always until you say goodbye that you remember the past. ”

Speaking of this, Fang Xing couldn't help but think of the feeling he felt when he was in the state of mind of the Lingtai and endured the confinement of darkness, and he couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "I didn't think there was anything remarkable about this beautiful scenery in the world before. It wasn't until recently, after the return of the big dream, that I realized the preciousness of freedom, and I also understood the rarity of the beauty in the world in front of me. You can feel this way, and it is because the black clouds have covered the sun for hundreds of years on the Troubled Wind Gang. We still have some things in common. ”

The black ghost felt a little ashamed for the first time, and he muttered: "The little one doesn't have so many opinions, but I just think that this spring is a good morning, a good morning, a good sun, and the insects and birds are also good." Anyway, it's all good, it's fresh, and it's kind. ”

Fang Xing bowed slightly, and then stopped speaking. In this life, he is in such a cruel world, and this moment of purity in his heart is a luxury. Now he has ambitions in his heart, but these beautiful things are pressed to the deepest part of his heart, and they serve as the most precious memories.

On a bustling spring day, the bright sunlight was broken by the window railing and fell on Fang Xing's face, making him can't help but slightly curl the corners of his mouth and smile. His eyes were slightly closed, and he saw the flying insect that the black ghost said flew past his eyes.

"Buzz" This late-rising bug buzzed in Fang Xing's ears.

Fang Xing suddenly closed his eyes, and under his spiritual sense, the flying insect drew a complex flying trajectory on his eyes. Not only that, even the faint airflow caused by the vibration of the air in the wings could be clearly sensed by Fang Xing.

"The early bugs are eaten by the birds, and the late bugs are beaten by me." Fang Xing was a rare naughty boy. His right hand reached out, and with a slight tap of his index finger, a trace of innate tiger roar energy shot out. At this moment, he had already refined the cultivation of the third heaven of qi, and the innate tiger roaring energy would no longer be used as rough and shallow as before. Under the effect of spiritual sense, Fang Xing could still make the Innate Tiger Roar Strength still pour down like the Nine Heavens Galaxy, and he could also operate it more refined, so that the Innate Tiger Roar Strength could be like a dagger, or the embroidery needle right now.

"Hit it on the first foot on the left." Fang Xing said in his heart. The flying insect was so clear to him that it was as if he had taken a magnifying glass ten times the size of his face and looked at it closely.

It's a pity that it seems that the use of his spiritual sense is not yet proficient, the innate tiger roars out, and the flying insect is not as he imagined - after being taken aback, he dropped one foot and flew away in a panic - Fang Xing didn't want to, the poor little insect was hit by him and exploded directly, the slurry turned into fog, and he couldn't die anymore.

"Hahaha!" Fang Xing was slightly embarrassed, and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

But he didn't want to, the black ghost had already returned to normal at this time, and after seeing this scene, he shouted loudly: "The lord is mighty, and the little flying insect can't stop the lord from pointing a finger!" The Lord is mighty! ”

Shaking his head, Fang Xing restrained all the embarrassment of the young man. He glanced at the black ghost who was still hissing and singing his praises. Fang Xing sighed in his heart, and couldn't help but miss the black ghost who had some innocence in his sensibility just now.

Standing in front of the window, through the window railing, looking at the distant mountains like Dai. Fang Xing's heart was suddenly awe-inspiring.

"Let's go! There's someone waiting outside! He said to the black ghost.

"Let's go! Let's take on the challenge! He said this to himself again in the bottom of his heart.