It was night, the moon and stars were scarce, and where the disciples of the outer sect of Qingyun Sect lived, a person walked out of the hut in a daze, only to see him whistling at the pleasant moonlight and ready to shout, but before he could take out the guy, a sack was put on his head.

"Who?"

"Bang bang..."

The black-clothed man punched and kicked him, causing the man to curl up like a shrimp.

"It's over, if you accidentally damage his dantian, the sect won't take me for questioning, right?"

"What are you afraid of, he Fang Shiyu is just relying on the prestige of Wuhou, now that Wuhou is dead, he is just a waste, since you have made a move, then just don't do it and push him off the cliff, when the time comes, I will say that this son will go out at night and fall down by himself!"

"But... The sect will find out.."

"It's okay, this matter has its own certainty!"

“......”

Fang Shiyu curled up in pain, the sharp pain of the broken dantian was like a giant hammer hitting his sea of consciousness, and just as his consciousness collapsed, a torrent rushed out from the depths of the sea of consciousness, washing his fragile mind over and over again, until pictures that should not belong to this world were imprinted in his mind, and the torrent could not stop.

Before Fang Shiyu could catch his breath, a group of black-clothed people pushed him off the cliff with neat hands and feet.

The scenery around him flew by, and just when Fang Shiyu thought that he was about to die, a sword light like a moonlight flew from Qingyun Peak and caught Fang Shiyu steadily, he didn't have time to think about it, he only felt that his eyelids were heavy, and he lost consciousness in front of him.

Three days later, the sun was shining, and in the residence of the disciples of the outer sect of Qingyun Sect, Fang Shiyu woke up leisurely, he touched his head that was a little dull, a little uncertain, and a little excited.

"I'm crossing over?"

"It hurts!"

Fang Shiyu moved, but he grinned in pain, he was really injured too badly, even if the squinting old man on Qingyun Peak came to the rescue, he also lay back and forth for three days and three nights.

In three days, the memory was fused, he sorted out the current situation, in this life he is also called Fang Shiyu, he is the son of the Marquis of Chu State, when he was seven years old, he entered Qingyunmen and became a glorious cultivator, although his qualifications are mediocre, but with his father's prestige, he has also had a taste in Qingyunmen, and enjoys the treatment of a true disciple.

On the day Fang Shiyu was seventeen years old, news came from the front line that Wuhou died on the battlefield, and a month later, Fang Shiyu, who had not yet come out of the sad atmosphere, was demoted to mortal dust and became an outer disciple.

The world is hot and cold, and Fang Shiyu has tasted all the flavors in the world, but fortunately there is a loyal servant by his side, which has taken root on this outer gate mountain. Degraded from the outer door, he has always kept a low profile, but he didn't expect to be miserable.

"Someone is going to kill me?"

This was Fang Shiyu's first thought after waking up.

"Oops!

Fang Shiyu shook his head a little drowsy, but his mouth was a little dry, his lips and teeth were cracked, and his eyes stared blankly at the glimmer of light sprinkled on the small hole that had been pierced by Lingfeng, thinking about this tragic journey through life. Fang Shiyu's ears moved slightly, and there was a slight sound of footsteps outside the door at this time, and after identifying that it was Fang Da Niu, the loyal servant he sent out to inquire about the news, Fang Shiyu's chest rose and fell, and he let out a sigh of relief.

Although he didn't know who was going to kill him, he was like a little chicken lying on the bed at this time, soft and cute, and anyone could click him off.

"Bang!"

The crooked door was pushed open by Fang Da Niu, as his name suggests, as strong as a cow, eight feet tall, with dark skin, but he looks extremely honest and honest.

Fang Da Niu pushed the door in, and when he saw Fang Shiyu wake up, he knelt on one knee and fell to the ground with a "poof", pulling Fang Shiyu's arm with a handful of snot and tears: "Thank God, young master, you finally woke up, if you don't wake up again, Da Niu is ready to go to the bottom of the mountain to open the big coffin." The young master is the prince of Fanghou, and the coffin bull must be the best one, and it should not be dishonored as the young master..."

Fang Shiyu, "......"

"Young master, you are relieved, Da Niu knows the young master's hobbies, I will definitely burn a few paper figures with big butts for you, and the young master will not be lonely when he goes to Jiuquan. ”

Fang Shiyu tugged at Fang Da Niu's arm, which was a little painful, turned his head, and looked at the seemingly honest servant with a resentful little look: "Okay, your young master, I'm not dead yet!

Seeing this, Fang Da Niu touched his smooth head and said, "What the young master explained, Da Niu will do it with all his heart." After I went out, I went to wait outside the preaching hall, and after class, I saw a disciple of Qingyunmen coming out, and they were discussing the young master's affairs while walking, and they said that the young master was 'out of the Gong waste', and in the Daotong Hall, there were still children who made up and slipped away, and I will carry it to the young master...."

"Izuku waste?"

Fang Da Niu was a little timid.

"Just say it!"

Fang Da Niu paused and said truthfully: "They said that the young master accidentally fell off the cliff when he was out at night!"

Fang Shiyu couldn't help but scold when he heard this: "Fuck the fuck and go out of the way!

Halfway through the words, it was a pause, and he thought to himself in his heart.

"It seems that there are filthy things in this immortal gate, but so what? If you provoke my Shiyu, I will definitely pull out you bed bugs one by one, so that you know what cruelty is..."

He carried another unbelievable memory in his mind, and he was full of confidence at this time. It was a beautiful world different from this one, and perhaps it was beautiful for him who was once forced to become a mercenary.....

Fang Shiyu closed his eyes and let the scenes of his previous life retrace in front of him like a movie, until the last gunshot he heard, the picture froze, it was a voice from behind him. He didn't turn around, because he was afraid of seeing some familiar faces, whether he died, he wanted to start a new life a long time ago, which was what he promised Xiaomei. Fang Shiyu felt that what he promised should be done, since God gave him another chance, then he must grasp it and live again.

"Kill me, then see who kills whom?"

Fang Shiyu opened his eyes and grinned his signature smile, Fang Da Niu looked at the smirking young master inexplicably, but as a servant, he was still very conscientious, he thought, "Alas, the young master must have been hit." But it doesn't matter, as long as our big cow is in one day, the young master will definitely be safe and sound, protect the young master, protect the Fang family's inheritance..."

There's nothing strange about laughing, but it's embarrassing to laugh so much that you grin your teeth!

"Damn, Lao Tzu's bullets grazed his shoulders in his previous life, and the projectiles didn't hurt so much when they got into the flesh!"

He pursed his chapped lips and teeth, glanced at Fang Daniu, who seemed to be stunned, and said in an unkind tone: "Okay, Young Master Ben won't be able to die for a while, you go and fetch a bowl of water for the young master to drink, and by the way, call Xiaohua Xiaobai, young master, I want to bathe and change clothes." ”

Fang Daniu came back to his senses when he heard this, and patiently explained: "Young Master, Xiaohua Xiaobai has been asked to go back by the door, they said that the young master is not an inner disciple, when he can't have this special experience, he should be treated equally like an outer disciple...."

Fang Shiyu's eyes turned, as if there was indeed such a thing, he was just influenced by his predecessor, and besides, he was not that young master, he always loved Xiaomei, who was shot by her. In the world of mercenaries, women can have them, but they are all exchanged for beautiful knives.

Fang Shiyu waved his hand, signaling Fang Da Niu to quickly help him find water, he felt that his throat was about to smoke, he had battlefield experience, he knew that he must have lost too much blood at this time, so that his head was groggy. Of course, the experience of the previous life may not be useful in this cultivation world.

Therefore, after Fang Daniu left, Fang Shiyu closed his eyes and began to look inward, this inner vision was not learned after fusing his memory, he would have been in his previous life, it was taught to him by a chattering old smoker, and said that this is "Practicing Dafa, you will use it one day". In fact, Fang Shiyu didn't believe him at first, in that pickled and stinking place, cultivation was bullshit.

Can the cultivation be worth an airplane cannon, can it be worth a 7.62 mm bullet? Obviously, no! In the end, the old smoker died, in front of his eyes. But as a spiritual product left behind by him, it allowed Fang Shiyu to grasp this method of introspection in a vague way. In his previous life, he could only use it as a body scan CT, which could grasp his physical condition and increase the dose of his adrenaline secretion in a limited time, so as to burst out in a certain period of time with an intensity beyond ordinary people.

Of course, it is limited to a single loss.

And after fusing the memories of Fang Shizi's unlucky egg, Fang Shiyu knew that cultivation was feasible, and what the old smoker passed on was a channeling technique that everyone in the cultivation world could do. It is naturally useless to stay in the previous life, because there is no so-called "aura" substance, but in this cultivation world, it will be of great use.

It is a bit far to say that moving mountains and reclamation will be immortal, but the eaves and walls are gone, and the magic power of the imperial envoy can still be dropped. Fang Shiyu was contemplating with interest, but when he looked at himself, he couldn't help but start scolding his mother.

"***, is this a dantian? This is a funnel, is this a meridian, this is a fucking little earthworm. Heaven, earth, didn't my Shiyu just take a good name? Why did I do this in my past and present lives, this is not fair, this is simply unfair..."

After Fang Shiyu's expression was rich and he scolded and scolded, he finally quieted down, and after a few attempts, he looked a little tired as he looked at the cyclone that had been forcibly condensed by tens of thousands of spirit stones and now disappeared, and there was a big black hole in the center of the dantian, even if there was a little spiritual light, it was like a sieve sieving how much sand leaked.

Look at the eight veins of the Qi Sutra again, like a small earthworm that has been cut off one by one. When he saw the meridians, Fang Shiyu suddenly came back to his senses. Even if a few hairy children beat him up, the dantian was ruined, and he admitted it. But it is very abnormal to be able to destroy the meridians like this, and this technique is known to anyone who has a little bit of common sense, and it is definitely not done by ordinary people.

And although the guys who attacked him were also considered young geniuses, they were not genius enough to use their true qi to break his meridians. The one who can break his meridians without hurting his life, there is probably only one person in this Qingyun Gate!

Suddenly, Fang Shiyu trembled.

"Is that him?"

Ten years back in memory, a tall and mighty figure took the seven-year-old Fang Shiyu to Qingyun Peak, and he was greeted by the old man who was smiling and squinting.

That smile made Fang Shiyu shudder.

At the same time, on Qingyun Peak, an old man with a childish face was standing quietly, he squinted his eyes, motionless looking at an ancient painting hanging in the main hall. It was a picture scroll left by the patriarch of the Qingyunmen Sect, and there were big demons and fierce beasts in the picture scroll, and there were immortals, gods and demons, but they all knelt in front of a bronze mirror that was not good-looking.

When his eyes fell on the bronze mirror, the old man's squinting eyes opened, and after a few breaths, the old man sighed heavily: "Fang Lie, Fang Lie, you know that you will die, but you still die, the old man is not as good as you, the old man is not as good as you!"

At this time, an old man walked out of the main hall, and he was on crutches, as if he would fall down when the wind blew. The old man said in an unkind tone: "Why should the head of the family sigh for a dead man? They don't owe each other anymore. They want Fang Shiyu's life, just give it!"

The squinting-eyed old man was none other than the contemporary head of the Qingyun Sect, the only master of the Jindan Realm, the Master Qingyun. The Venerable Qingyun turned around with his hands in his hands.

"Uncle Shi, how can there be my Qingyun Gate without the Fang family? I know, there are some voices in the door, but as long as I am alive for one day, Fang Shiyu will not die on this Qingyun Mountain. I've abolished his meridians, and let him be a mortal, okay?"

"Humph!"

The old man snorted coldly, and hit the ground with the ebony cane in his hand heavily, but he turned around and retreated, and at the end, a leisurely voice came: "You are the master, you can't be rash." Your uncle and I are old, and we don't have a few years to live, but I don't want to see the decline of Qingyunmen before I die. There are people five hundred miles away, but they are waiting with their saliva on them. That's it, that's it, let's go into retreat!"

The Venerable Qingyun looked at the figure of his uncle and was silent for a long time

....

On the other side, Fang Daniu walked down the mountain with a urinal, the young master wanted to drink water, but he couldn't find an object to hold water for a while, so he simply used the urinal to take a look. He came to the edge of the stream, ready to wash and scrub to fetch water for the young master, and just as he bent down, a little girl in Tsing Yi with a ball on her head stood on the other side of the river in the shape of a trumpet and shouted Fang Da Niu.

"Brother Fang, let go of Big Brother!"

Fang Daniu raised his head and showed a sincere smile, "Hehe, it turned out to be a little flower girl, what's the matter with me?"

The little girl in Tsing Yi was a little shy when she saw this, after all, Fang Da Niu was shirtless at this time, and she was still carrying the thing that the man used, which made her a little distracted, mainly because the bronzed muscles of Brother Da Niu were really eye-catching, and Xiaohua couldn't help but be a little stupid. Of course, she has not forgotten the explanation of the new master.

"Brother Da Niu, I heard that Young Master Fang was injured, has it improved?"

Fang Daniu didn't doubt it, but he replied one by one: "I didn't expect that the little flower girl is still thinking about the young master, I remember you." Xiaohua girl, rest assured, the young master has woken up, and when the young master goes to the ground, I will let the young master go and bring you and Xiaobai back. I'm clumsy, I can't take care of the young master!"

The little girl in Tsing Yi smiled and thought in her heart: "That bastard would have died earlier! When he dies, I will go to the young lady to intercede and ask Brother Da Niu for him, like this..."

When the little girl in Tsing Yi learned of Fang Shiyu's situation, she was reluctant to say goodbye to Fang Daniu, looked forward to it, and finally walked towards the inner disciple's residence on the other side of the mountain with small steps.

Fang Daniu stared at the back of the little girl in Tsing Yi and said to himself: "My sister is a good girl, but her butt is a little smaller, and the young master doesn't like it." It's just that now, the master has gone to Jiuquan, the young master is like this, who is willing to continue the bloodline for our family? No, although the young master is abolished, I have to work harder, as long as I break through the innate martial artist realm, I can help the young master. ”

Thinking about it, Fang Da Niu carried a urinal full of water and staggered towards Fang Shiyu's cabin.

On the other side, the little girl in Tsing Yi told a woman in purple the news that Fang Shiyu woke up, the woman was not very old, and after listening to the report of the little girl in Tsing Yi, her eyebrows were furrowed.

"No, you have to kill him quickly, otherwise when the master comes out, this girl will have no good fruit to eat!"