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When the sun was shining, Fang Shiyu took the people of Qingshui Pavilion to worship the ancestors of the Fang family, but he sneezed inexplicably, he rubbed the tip of his nose, and said in a lazy tone: "Could it be that someone misses me?"

Fang Shiyu shook his head, he looked at Fang Da Niu who was kneeling on the side, and suddenly thought of something.

"Da Niu, after breakfast, wait for me in the backyard, the young master has a good deal for you!"

"Benefits?" Fang Da Niu touched his head with some confusion.

"Young master, the big cow doesn't want benefits, the young master should practice as soon as possible and grow hair as soon as possible, you will be laughed at like this." ”

Fang Daniu is telling the truth, in the Qingyun Continent, the parents of the body hair and skin, people without hair can't even be officials, as for Buddhism, it is despised, only those who are so lowly that they can't even afford to eat will enter the Buddhism Gate.

And for many years, Buddhism has been suppressed and despised by cultivators, Fang Shiyu is now the sixth level of the day after tomorrow, according to Fang Da Niu, when the "Mighty Bull Demon Sutra" breaks through to the sevenfold, there is an opportunity to reshape the body, and then the hair will naturally grow out.

It didn't matter to this Fang Shiyu, on the contrary, he felt that it was better, in his previous life, on the battlefield, growing long hair was completely looking for abuse, whether it was cleaning up or dealing with the enemy, it was very inconvenient.

But the people here pay great attention to appearance, in Fang Shiyu's own words: "All of them are pretending to be very good!"

Of course, Fang Shiyu didn't want to be like this, to be a hairless monk, who called that the sword casting furnace of the pit father not only burned his clothes, but also burned the hair on his body.

Fang Shiyu touched his smooth head and said, "What do you know, young master, although I have become bald, but I have become stronger! Okay, small table and small stool, inform the back kitchen to prepare for eating." ”

The small table and small stool are Fang Shiyu's two powerful little men, who have secretly helped Fang Shiyu accumulate a lot of wish power these days. The so-called dragon has a dragon road, rats have a mouse road, and these little guys also have their own circle.

The little guys will also compare with each other, when they learned that Fang Zhenchuan was generous to others, and there were extra monthly cases, they all ran fast, if it weren't for other true legends to stop them, these little guys would have wanted to take refuge in Fang Shiyu. Of course, it doesn't matter if you don't take refuge, Fang Zhenchuan is a big filial son, and he has to take people to kowtow to the ancestors of the Fang family every day.

In the words of Fang Zhenchuan: "The more people, the better, and the more people prove that our Shiyu has a deeper respect for our ancestors!"

Regardless of whether Fang Shiyu is talking nonsense or not, but after kowtowing once, the real money was in hand, plus Fang Shiyu's strange behavior of throwing money and feasting everyone before, this matter did not attract too much attention, but it gave Mu Feng an additional channel to make money from other pavilions.

The small table and small stool are one of the operators of this matter, no, the two of them have been favored these days, serving the master. In addition, it is now rumored in the sect that Fang Zhenchuan forcibly killed Zhu Yunlang in order to avenge the maid, and they all regard Fang Shiyu as a loving and righteous landlord.

All of them were very diligent, and they spontaneously defended the interests of this master.

Fang Shiyu was a little in a trance, he recently found that these people looked at him with a little more things, as if there was some emotion in them, if it was a delicate maid, even those little maids were like this, Fang Shiyu was a little sweaty, he was not the unlucky Zhu Yunlang, he didn't like men.

But Fang Shiyu also found a change, that is, before, a small guy could only provide one wish power value, but now it has become one and a half a day, although it is only a small gap, but Fang Shiyu found that such an increase is still very valuable. There are more than forty people, and there are sixty or seventy wishes a day, plus the time he spends himself, there are nearly two hundred in a day.

Of course, these are all used to pay off debts, who made him miss a lot of money before?

After a while, under the service of the attendants and maids, Fang Shiyu ate breakfast comfortably, hummed songs, and of course teased the muddy balls from time to time.

"Hey, great Da Luo Hun Ball, do you want to eat a snack, the osmanthus cake made by the young master's maid, come out and eat a bite!"

Fang Shiyu swayed in front of the mirror and nodded fragrantly, he remembered that this guy had stretched out his claws before, and he had also entered the Da Luo Wonderland, so he wanted to know a question, is there space inside the mirror? This is very important, after all, as we all know, storage space is home travel, killing... The standard for chivalry.

Now that he has no spiritual power, he naturally can't use the storage bag, if the mirror can store items, it will be much more convenient, and he will have to get ten sets of eight sets of clothes to throw in it, so as not to walk the bird under the moon again, wouldn't it be embarrassing?

Who knew that this muddy ball looked like he was ignorant of it, except for the willingness value, the muddy ball was not willing to have too many entanglements with Fang Shiyu. The main reason is that this guy is too good at talking and too good at talking, and he almost leaked his mouth.

Hun Qiu felt that he was very witty, but he was occasionally tricked by Fang Shiyu to talk a lot.

For example, "What is the Immortal Martial Divine Power?", "What is the condensation of the Blood Character Divine Script?", and so on.

The muddy ball is generally clearly priced, and you have to give money if you want to know, well, to be precise, it is the value of the wish. Therefore, Fang Shiyu was also burdened with tens of thousands of debts during this time.

Fortunately, those who owe the ball can be given later, otherwise Fang Shiyu would not be able to continue his cultivation through the Great Luo Immortal Realm. Falling asleep is a good thing, he kowtows during the day and practices at night, the time difference between ten to one, even if he is a waste, he can cultivate into a genius.

In just one night, Fang Shiyu had stabilized his sixfold cultivation the day after tomorrow, and the Blood Refining Realm was about to break through to the point where his blood was like a rainbow.

And all of this needs to consume ready-made wish power points, Fang Shiyu knows that if he wants to make rapid progress, he must kowtow diligently, and he can't kowtow alone, he should also kowtow with a group of people, so as to ensure that there is enough wish power value to practice, and exchange good things from the muddy ball.

For example, that blood character divine text, with him, Fang Da Niu can practice the qi and blood long sword, and when the time comes, a peak martial artist of the eleventh level of the day after tomorrow, with a flying sword like an arm, that picture Fang Shiyu thinks about is very beautiful. When the time comes, even if it is Zhuji to get him, he only needs to shout: "Close the door, enlarge the cow!"

He doesn't need to worry about anything anymore, fight or something, just do it as a servant, he Fang Shiyu just wants to be a young master who has a taste of salted fish.

Therefore, for the sake of this dream, Fang Shiyu decided to take advantage of the fact that he would start the sect competition in a few days, and he wanted to engrave the blood refining method and the blood character divine inscription on him.

The Blood Character Divine Text was transmitted to the Muddy Ball, and when the time came, pay the corresponding price, let the Muddy Ball be carved again, and cooperate with the method of refining blood, how far Fang Da Niu's strength could be improved at that time, Fang Shiyu himself couldn't imagine. At the very least, it's still very certain to make a foundation invincible.

And at this time, in the Da Luo Fairyland, the muddy ball turned into a fluffy ball lying on the water, these days it has been helping Fang Shiyu to make a move, but it has only been exchanged for verbal benefits, so that it is listless and looks like it has nothing to love. It's not that he wants to, it's that he's so tired.

From ancient times to the present day, it has changed countless hosts, but it has never seen such a brazen one.

"Hmph, squeeze this ball, one day, this ball will let you know why the flowers are so red!"

Hun Qiu "difficult" glanced at the sky in the territory of Da Luo Xian, almost about to fall, there was a looming "sun" hovering high in the sky, he knew that when the "sun" fell, it was when this part of the remnant mirror was broken.

"I just hope that this kid will not live up to our expectations!"

Hun Ball muttered to himself, and finally fell into a deep sleep.

In the outside world, Fang Shiyu, who had finished breakfast, had already taken Fang Da Niu to the backyard, where he ordered someone to specially open a martial arts arena, Fang Shiyu first let Fang Da Niu sit cross-legged, put his hand on his shoulder, and finally Fang Shiyu began to carry qi and blood, using the method of blood refining.

Fang Shiyu didn't know how to teach, so he simply let Fang Daniu feel it himself.

After a week, Fang Da Niu looked at Fang Shiyu in a daze.

"I didn't expect the young master to actually know this blood coagulation method?"

Fang Da Niu said to Fang Shiyu: "Young Master, how can you know this method? And you have successfully cultivated?"

Fang Shiyu looked confused, and said as if Fang Da Niu would do it.

Fang Da Niu naturally didn't, he told Fang Shiyu that this method was also taught by the Fang family, but the ancestor of the Fang family had said that it was not something that ordinary people could refine, and that required cultivators to have an indestructible will, as well as the tenacity of the high strength of the meridians.

Fang Daniu shook his head and said that he couldn't do it.

But Fang Shiyu began to think about it, the indestructible will, which could be understood as the more he had experienced in his two lives, and the high-intensity toughness, his meridians were broken and repaired with the help of mysterious pills. Such tinkering, breaking and then thinking about it, must be full of resilience.

No wonder Fang Shiyu felt that every time he practiced the method of refining blood, he felt that the meridians felt a little faint swelling and pain, and the reason why he couldn't break through the shackles was trapped for a long time, Fang Shiyu finally found it, if he wanted qi and blood like a rainbow, then he had to have stronger meridians.

In the end, Fang Shiyu and Fang Da Niu simply competed in blood, and he found that although he was a little worse than Fang Da Niu, it was not too much worse.

In martial arts practice, Fang Da Niu is the forerunner, so he has a say in this.

"Young master, in fact, after the sixth level of the day after tomorrow, the total amount of blood and qi of the martial artist basically does not change, after all, blood and spiritual power are different, and the blood and qi come from oneself, not the outside world. The more blood qi we condense, the greater the consumption of our own potential, which was given to me by the master!"

"Is there such a thing?" Fang Shiyu found that he knew very little about his cheap father, and the other party knew very little, and the memory before the age of seven was almost blank, although before the age of seven, the only thing that could be remembered was after the age of five, but after all, he could remember some more or less.

Fang Da Niu nodded, he knew that Young Master Fang had a strange illness in the past, and he had to go far away for treatment, and later after the young master came back, he didn't even know him, so it was normal not to know some things.

If you can't condense your blood qi, you naturally can't refine your blood qi long sword, and Fang Shiyu's plan to build an invincible fighter below the foundation seems to be in vain.

But Fang Shiyu is not the kind of person who gives up easily, he wants to become stronger, and the people around him must also become stronger, he gathers the little maids and servants with a little thought.

More than forty subordinates stood in unison like soldiers, and Fang Shiyu inspected it.

"Comrades, ahem, no, the family members of the Qingshui Pavilion? Are you eager to cultivate? Are you eager to become a peerless master? Are you eager to kick over those nasty guys? Come, Young Master Ben will give you this opportunity today. ”

"Cultivation?"

The little maids looked at each other, and after going up the mountain, they also did the corresponding qualification tests, sometimes the heavens are so unfair, some people have cultivation qualifications, become outer disciples, and some become inner disciples. And those of them who have been assigned to the current generation naturally have no cultivation qualifications.

They had also asked for extravagance, but they were not like Fang Shiyu in the past, they did not have the cultivation qualifications, and someone would forcibly make one for them.

Now their master asks them if they want to cultivate, nonsense, of course they want to, but can they?

Next, Fang Shiyu gave them an affirmative answer.

Yes, of course he can, Fang Shiyu started teaching from the military boxing in his previous life, and he led these recruits like the old smoker took him before.

"In the future, the people who went out of my Qingshui Pavilion were all strong people who punched Mufeng Nursing Home and kicked Jinfeng Orphanage, hehehe..."

Fang Shiyu supervised these people while fantasizing beautifully.