[Last month was too bad, I didn't change to 200,000 words, apologize! ] If you lose the gamble, you will naturally admit it, and this kind of integrity Sanshui still exists, and the compensation has been paid one by one. What I didn't say this month - the cauldron is wrecked! still bet on himself to update 200,000 words, and the odds of losing are still 1:10. In order not to let myself go bankrupt, I have to be angry, what cold, what woman...... Leave me all away! Everyone should also cheer for Sanshui!

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When Zhang Botao first came, Fang Xing was in an epiphany and didn't pay much attention to Dongping's No. 1 martial arts master. When he came back to his senses, Zhang Botao had already dropped a background and disappeared into the sky in the form of a rainbow light.

Zhang Botao came and went in a hurry, and Fang Xing had no time to come into contact with this famous grandmaster figure in Dongping, which really made him feel regretful. In Fang Xing's impression, the deepest memory left by Zhang Botao was only a glimpse of the moment when he left - the bare head like a light bulb. It's just that although it is only a distant background, it makes Fang Xing see some different places on Zhang Botao, and his old man seems to have a special sense of closeness to him. This connection does not come from the blood, nor from the emotion of admiration, but from the pulse of strength.

Fang Xing observed the operation of the aura in his body, and the vast power that was surging from the direction of Hanshan Temple had been completely erased by him, and had completely turned into a power that belonged to him alone. It's just that at the moment, the young man can still vaguely feel the similarity between that power and the aura on Zhang Botao's body - it is like a mother's compatriot. The young man secretly wondered: "Could it be that this is what Zhang Botao said, 'you have a relationship with the gods'?" ”

The sentence 'You have a relationship with God' that Zhang Botao left before leaving made countless people confused and confused, but Fang Xing seemed to understand Zhang Botao's meaning in ignorance. After Zhang Botao left, he stood there, frowning, pursing his lips, silent, thinking quietly.

Although Fang Xing wants to keep a low profile, but the tree wants to be quiet and the wind does not stop, what he has done and Zhang Botao's reputation have made his name sound all over the world, and it will shock Dongping. The figure of the young man standing in the wind has been deeply imprinted in the hearts of countless masters since then.

Fang Zizheng and Fang Zisheng glanced at each other, and their hearts were ecstatic. Their attention and care for Fang Xing far exceeded the weight of blood and family affection, and the young man grew up under their noses, and every progress and growth of his made them, these people who cared about him, ecstatic.

As a son of a family, if you want to leave a big name in the world cleanly, become a famous person admired by everyone, and win glory for the family, then the first step - and the most critical step into the game is to impress the Zhongzheng of various counties and states with your own performance.

This step, Fang Xing has now successfully passed, he did not rely on the strength of the family at all, and completed his entry step alone, and even he did far better than the results that Fang Zizheng and Fang Zisheng could imagine. They all mistakenly thought that this was the credit of Fang's mother Fang Ziqing to the teacher Fang Xing invited. But he didn't know that this was just the reason why Fang Xing had embarked on another path of cultivation that was completely different from theirs.

Fang Zizheng and Fang Zisheng were deeply proud of Fang Xing, "Sure enough, it's the character of the little sister, if you don't make a sound, it will be amazing." "It's just that the time is limited at the moment, Liu Buwen left in a bad mood, and the hints of cooperation left by Zhang Botao all need to be taken care of by the two people in power of the Fang family, and they don't have time to care for Fang Xing for the time being. I could only pull Fang Xing and say some considerate words from the elders, and then I was about to leave

Liu Buzhao and Fang Zisheng advanced and retreated together, so naturally they also had to leave together. Before leaving, his eyes rolled wildly, looking at the figure of the young man Lang Yushu in the wind, and he couldn't wait to immediately stuff his eleventh sister into Fang Xing's quilt. It's just that when his eyes were on the figure wearing a snow-colored fox fur on the side, he couldn't help but be slightly stunned. He thought about it again and again, even if his inclination was more inclined to Liu Ayaji, he still had to admit that his eleventh sister would be far from this girl from the Su family.

"Looks like I should think of a way to help my eleventh sister, huh...... It seems like a good idea......" Liu Buzhao touched the short beard of his chin, squinting and calculating. At the moment before leaving, he told Fang Xing like a simple uncle next door: "Haha, virtuous nephew, my eleventh sister is waiting for you in Hanshan Temple right now." Ever since I mentioned you to her last time, my eleventh sister has been talking about you. This time, you came by coincidence, and you happened to meet - this is also fate, I will arrange arrangements with Zisheng tomorrow, and let you meet this two beautiful people. I'm waiting for your wine......"

Fang Xing pursed his lips secretly, listening to Liu Buzhao's words, he always felt a little strange in his heart, but he couldn't say what it was for a while. I could only look up at Liu Mingyang, who was kneeling on the ground, and wondered: Is there any way to forget to toss around him?

Liu Mingyang noticed Fang Xing's gaze, his whole body twitched, his body trembled, and his feces and urine came out - this noble son was really broken by Fang Xing. Fang Xing shrugged his shoulders, he was no longer interested in ravaging this person, so let the one-eyed giant snake below get close to him. It's just that although Fang Xing has ignored Liu Mingyang, there are still people who remember him.

Zhang Botao was gone, the big names of the Fang family and the Liu family were also gone, and even the inexplicable heaviness in the air—the feeling of depression brought about by the gathering of dozens of divine thoughts here—disappeared, and the dark clouds that shrouded the hearts of the displaced people immediately dissipated. Don't die in silence, just explode in silence. The nearly 10,000 displaced people who gathered over, the anger accumulated in their hearts, after the high pressure disappeared, suddenly erupted like a volcanic eruption.

In the crowded crowd, a frenzy suddenly broke out, and the identity of Liu Mingyang's noble son could no longer stop the flames of hatred and revenge, countless bricks rained down, saliva, sputum, cabbage leaves, and dirt lumps, as long as they could be found by people, they were all smashed at Liu Mingyang. This is the revenge of the people's will, fanatical and sincere, and unstoppable. The guards of the Liu family, who stayed aside, hesitated, wanting to stop the displaced people, but they were glanced at by Fang Xing coldly, and they were shocked and retreated.

Fang Xing turned to the side, watching the flames of revenge in the hearts of the homeless people, but he sneered in his heart - unlike Fang Xing who traveled all the way and relied on himself more, people like Liu Mingyang lost the protection of their families, and they were not even as good as a dog. If it weren't for the fact that he made a move from time to time and secretly blocked some attacks on key positions for Liu Mingyang, the eldest prince of Liu, who had been in ruins, would have died at the hands of the homeless people long ago. Rao was like this, he was still smashed and screamed convulsively, his limbs were broken, and his body was splashed with blood.

The homeless people wanted to smash Liu Mingyang, but Fang Xing kept Liu Mingyang for other purposes. Seeing that the anger of the displaced people gradually faded, Fang Xing softly comforted the displaced people and quieted them down. Some homeless people felt that Fang Xing was enwein, and when they heard the words, they naturally stopped and thanked them; Some of the homeless people were in a miserable situation, and although they had to stop when they heard the voice, the hatred in their eyes was particularly reduced; There are also a small number of displaced people whose families were destroyed in this disaster, and they have a deep blood feud with Liu Mingyang, their eyes are bloodshot, even Fang Xing's words can not stop the anger.

Fang Xing understood the suffering of these people, and did not force these people to stop, but just looked at them gently, the True Emperor Saint Virtue Heavenly Realm in his heart slowly surged, and he was about to use some means to subdue the most stubborn avengers, but an elegant and refined female voice relieved him of his worries in advance.

Su Jin stood in the wasteland, although it was already noon at this time, the cold wind in the wasteland was still whistling in her ears. The wound on her back was hot, even if she was wearing a warm fox fur, but the dew in the cold wind hit her face, and it still hurt faintly. Next to her was Zhang Lao on her side, but she was still pale when she came forcibly with injuries on her body. The snow-white soft fox fur around her body did not bring much warmth, but on the contrary, it accentuated her bloodless but delicate white jade face.

When Liu Buzhao deliberately mentioned the eleventh sister of the Liu family, she barely raised a smile on her bloodless face, but her heart was gloomy. What kind of person is the eleventh sister of the Liu family, how does she not know? Liu Ayaji's scheming is far better than her, and she is also the most hypocritical woman, delicate, like an octopus, the man she is targeting, which one can escape the palm of her hand.

Su Jin knows that she often doesn't like to deal with people coldly, and she won't coax people, if she fights with Liu Ayaji, I'm afraid she is far from her opponent. When her heart was weak, Fang Xing's noncommittal appearance was even more unfathomable in her eyes, and she couldn't help but feel a little anxious. Just as he was thinking about how to explore Fang Xing's mind, he saw that some of the homeless people were still there, and they hesitated and did not listen to Fang Xing's words.

Su Jin's heart moved, although she is not good at being a little woman who loves to be coquettish and will please men, but she also has her best skills - and these are the fundamentals that can make her proud and not have to be reduced to the domination of men - in this regard, Liu Ayaji is far inferior to her.

These days, Su Jin has been working hard for the livelihood of these displaced people, and most of the tent food and all the necessities of life here are allocated by her, and even a few times she personally begged for help. These days have passed, her kindness has penetrated into the hearts of the people like rain and dew, and the homeless people in the camp have all recognized this beautiful woman, and there have even been countless people who have enshrined the portrait of the 'Holy Maiden of Relief and Rescue' on the side of the spirit tablet of Yuqingzun.

Fang Xing couldn't convince the displaced people for a while, but she only needed one sentence, eleven words to disperse, "This son is the one who saved you." Su Jin only whispered, and the most stubborn and vengeful homeless people no longer hesitated, and after being stunned for a while, he was ashamed to give Fang Xing a deep apology and thanks.

To convince people with strength, the merit is temporary; Convince people with virtue, difficulty and danger; Only with benevolence and righteousness in one hand, a sharp sword in the other, and both kings and tyrants, can they be meritorious; If Fang Xing's defeat of Liu Mingyang was to make the homeless people feel that his power was boundless, then Su Jin's words made these homeless people all cherish Fang Xing's kindness.

In just one sentence, Su Jin not only destroyed Liu Buzhao's little tricks, but also won the hearts of thousands of people for Fang Xing.

Fang Xing turned his head and looked at the woman in the distance in surprise, and at this moment, Su Jin also looked over, and the two of them couldn't help but be stunned. The hood and fox fur covered Su Jin's face. It was only at the moment when their eyes met that Fang Xing caught a glimpse of her in the floating light. He saw that the bridge of her nose was very straight, and her eyebrows were quite heroic, but also soft and pretty......

"It's her," Fang Xing muttered, when Su Jin came, he was also in the process of understanding, and he didn't know it. Now, when he looked back, he accidentally touched that look in his eyes, and then he suddenly realized. Su Jin's eyes seemed to be able to speak, and between the flow of light in her eyes, there was a kind of feminine style that ordinary people did not have, which made Fang Xing recognize her at a glance.

"It's no wonder that a single sentence can convince nearly 10,000 people - I don't know about others, but if it's her, I don't think it's strange at all." The demeanor of this beautiful woman left a deep impression on Fang Xing. Fang Xing had no doubts about her ability.

Su Jin unexpectedly made eye contact with Fang Xing, and was also a little caught off guard, even though he had been honed countless times in the mirror, but when he was in battle, he still couldn't help but panic in his heart. She was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously bent her little finger to hide it, hooked the hair strands that were blown away by the wind on her sideburns behind her ears, hooked a smile at the corner of her mouth, nodded to Fang Xing, waved her sleeves without a cloud, and turned to leave.

After Su Jin smiled, she floated away, and Fang Xing also smiled, bowed her head slightly, and watched her leave. Although the two of them didn't say a word, the moment their eyes met, they seemed to feel each other's hearts and blood surging, and a sense of déjà vu spread all over their bodies.

No need to speak, no need to communicate, just by looking at each other.