Fang Yu walked under the green plum tree, and he gently put Hua Xiangrong on the ground. Fang Yu stretched out his hand to gently wipe the blood from the corners of her mouth for her, and her current appearance was as if she was asleep.

It turned out that Fang Yu didn't make a dead move, he just wanted to deceive the spiritual cultivator. However, Lingxiuzi was unmoved, but Hua Xiangrong was frightened by him and fainted.

Fang Yu looked at the flowers lying on the ground.

He reached out and took off his sand-colored coat, and he leaned over to slowly cover hers.

"You can sleep here in peace, and think it's a horrible dream. ”

Fang Yu turned around and wanted to leave, but he saw the monstrous fire that burned half of the sky.

He set this fire, and he destroyed the place where others lived, and just walked away, which was too much of a bully for the weak.

Fang Yu fumbled in his pocket for a while and took out a small brocade box.

He carefully opened the brocade box, but it contained a treasure that was hard to find.

What does this baby look like?

It is the size of a turtledove egg, round in shape, and white as snow. This is not the end, the most important thing is that it is full of aura, and from the inside out, it emits a trace of white light.

This pearl is nothing else, it is the famous night pearl on the rivers and lakes.

Fang Yu got this night pearl, but it took a lot of effort.

Fang Yu once fought against a dragon, and fought fiercely for three days and three nights, and finally defeated the dragon.

Jiaolong's death revealed its original form, and Fang Yu held a steel knife to split his abdomen, and only then did he obtain such a rare pearl from his body.

Fang Yu leaned over and placed the brocade box next to Hua Xiangrong, he twisted her hand and moved her hand to the brocade box and pressed it.

"I'm sorry, goodbye. ”

Fang Yu walked in front of the spiritual cultivator, he looked at him unwillingly, and said very unhappily: "I know that you are not dead, so you can continue to pretend." But I still have to tell you, you are targeted by me, no matter what method you use, I will definitely make you willing to fight me to the death. ”

Fang Yu concluded that Ling Xiuzi was not dead, he must have used some special method to enter a state of suspended animation.

Or ordinary people, they must have been deceived by him like this.

But who is Fang Yu? Since he was a child, he has been proficient in the art of deception, which may be the highest level of deception, and it has reached the point of pretending to be true.

It's just that Fang Yu didn't know what kind of hand the other party used to break off to achieve this purpose.

"Count you as good, pretending to be dead to this extent, it's really admirable. Fang Yu clasped his hands into fists, bent down and saluted: "But your defense is good, we won't have to wait long, and we will definitely meet again." Bye-bye, you!"

After Fang Yu said this, he sighed in amazement, then turned around and strode down the mountain.

Of course, Fang Yu could, constantly torturing the spiritual cultivator. When he was tortured to a certain extent, the spiritual cultivator's body would naturally be unable to bear it, and he would be able to fight a big battle at that time.

However, Fang Yu didn't want to do this, he was looking for something more extreme and wonderful.

What he likes most is nothing more than this process of you fighting with me, between life and death.

He will be very happy when he wins, and he will be even happier when he loses.

After all, compared with victory, defeat has brought him much more improvement in all aspects than victory.

Ling Xiuzi listened to Fang Yu's footsteps and walked farther and farther, and finally it was not until he couldn't hear any footsteps that Ling Xiuzi slowly opened his eyes.

He got up and picked up a jar of wine on the ground, and he drank it slowly, gasping for air.

How did the death of the spiritual cultivator be real? Even a master like Fang Yu didn't have the slightest bit to do anything about him.

All of this still starts from a few decades ago, when the spiritual cultivator was traveling and accidentally encountered a strange demon beast.

Lingxiu Zi likes to travel and also likes fine wine, and by chance, he meets a turtle spirit who has attained enlightenment.

The two of them hit it off at first sight, drinking and chatting happily.

The two drank high and chatted, and the turtle spirit told Reishuko that he was a youkai who had survived thousands of years ago.

Although Lingxiuzi is also a monster himself, he has no such ability, but all monsters that have this kind of ability only exist in the stories of wild history.

The spiritual cultivator fellowshipped with him, and saw that he was weak and weak, and he was always several beats slower in his speech and deeds. It's really not like a kung fu master, and it's impossible to be a person who has survived for thousands of years.

In order to convince the spiritual cultivator, the turtle spirit performed on the spot, a set of self-cultivation exercises called Turtle Breath Gong.

There are many kinds of kung fu, some self-cultivation, some nourishment, some strengthening, some fitness, there is no right or wrong in the exercise itself, the key lies in the user's body.

Turtle breath gong is very interesting, he can put people into a state of suspended animation. When a person enters a state of suspended animation, his pulse disappears, his breathing almost stops, and even his heartbeat drops to every few minutes.

The biggest feature of this kung fu is that it minimizes the energy consumption of the body. For ordinary people, a few minutes of consumption, turtle essence can be used to maintain the body's operation for several days.

When you practice like this, you can even enter a state similar to hibernation, when the body has almost no energy consumption.

The turtle spirit, a guy with shallow kung fu, has relied on this mastery for more than a thousand years.

It seems right that you say that he is strong, and it seems quite reasonable for you to say that he is weak.

However, the spiritual cultivator was very interested in this exercise he cultivated, and he didn't want to ask for immortality, but wanted to experience the feeling of being dead but alive.

So Lingxiu Zi came up with a way to use his best kung fu drunken fist to exchange with the turtle spirit.

The turtle spirit is a Buddhist and timid master, he doesn't want to learn any killing skills, he just wants to live his own little life.

When the spiritual cultivator was hesitating, the turtle spirit told him to help send a marriage proposal letter to the turtle lady in Hedong.

After all, thousands of years ago, he fell in love with her at first sight.

The east and west of the river are only a hundred miles apart, and even if it is an ant, it has climbed for a thousand years.

The spiritual cultivator really didn't believe that someone had walked such a short distance for a thousand years.

Lingxiu Zi wanted to be a good person to the end, and sent the Buddha to the west, and he personally took the turtle spirit and went to Hexi.

Don't talk about searching, I really found the turtle girl.

It's just that she, like the turtle spirit, is also on the long journey to the appointment.

At this moment, the spiritual cultivator finally understood what was going on.

Turtle Breath Gong is a unique exercise of the turtle family, and when it is cultivated to a certain extent, it will unconsciously enter a dormant state.

The two of them walked on the way to the appointment, but they both habitually practiced the Turtle Breath Gong, and they stopped and walked along the way, spending thousands of years, and they still haven't seen each other again.

I have to say that this can be described as love in the true sense. After all, the sea is dry and rotten, and it is not a matter at all in front of them.

In order to repay the spiritual cultivator, the turtle spirit taught him this exercise in person.

Usually spiritual cultivators rarely practice this exercise, and he never imagined that this exercise, which was useless at first, would help him save the day at a critical moment.

The wine in the jar had been drunk, and the spiritual cultivator searched around, but he couldn't find any more wine.

So, he walked under the green plum tree and solemnly said goodbye to Hua Xiangrong.