Chapter 8 Fang Mingzhu

He Qi heard that there was contempt in her words, so he asked rhetorically, "Don't believe I can do it?"

Fang Mingzhu said: "Since the opening of our Qingxi Valley, almost all of the patrol envoys have cultivated in the late stage of spiritual induction, and the lowest cultivation is also the fifth layer of spiritual induction. ”

The position of the inspector has the right to enforce the law, for example, if a senior brother in the sect oppresses the junior brother, the inspector will supervise and verify, so the cultivation of this position cannot be too low, and it must pass the actual combat test.

Moreover, there are not many disciples in Qingxi Valley, and there are a total of three people in this position, and there are currently two people, leaving only one vacant place.

He Qi said: "Not before, but it will be soon!"

Fang Mingzhu saw that He Qi's tone was indifferent, as if he was talking about an ordinary thing, although there was no pride and domineering in his words, but when he heard it, he felt that the other party was extremely confident.

Although he admired it, Fang Mingzhu was not to be outdone, and said:

"If you don't brag, you'll die! If you attract the spirit of the third layer of cultivation, you want to break the talisman array.

Do you know that Senior Brother Han is an inspector, not because he broke the rune formation, but because he insisted on a stick of incense in the formation.

He can't break the ninth-level cultivation of the spirit, and you want to break the formation?"

He Qi was stunned, this matter did not exist in the memory before this body, and the memory in this body was that a senior brother surnamed Han performed well in the Fu Ren Array, acting as a patrol envoy and acting as a deputy to Uncle Fang, who was enforcing the law.

The rune array is composed of nine runes equivalent to the late stage of the spirit introduction, once these nine runes are stimulated to form a formation, they can emit a flame that is not pressed by the monks in the late stage of the spirit introduction, even if the monks in the late stage of the spirit introduction enter the more defeats and fewer victories.

Looking at Fang Mingzhu's radiant expression when he mentioned Senior Brother Han, it was obvious that this little girl had an excellent impression of Senior Brother Han, as if she had a look of respect and admiration.

He Qi was not intimidated but smiled: "In this way, in fact, your Senior Brother Han is not very good!"

Fang Mingzhu was furious, and He Qi took the opportunity to dig a pit for Miss Fang:

"Why don't we make a bet! The next time the sect takes a small test, I will break the Fu Ren Array."

Before He Qi was reborn, he was a stunning person, and in this life he was determined to control the sword for nine days.

If you can't be the first in such a small sect and can't do a few shocking things, then why ask about immortality.

"Bet on it, whoever is afraid of whom, let's high-five for the oath" Fang Mingzhu pulled his water sleeves up, and the two struck each other with both palms,

When the two palms struck, Fang Mingzhu's small hand slapped between He Qi's palms, and his eyes suddenly felt ashamed in his heart, and he didn't dare to look at He Qi directly.

When the high-fives were completed, Fang Zhu remembered that he hadn't made a bet yet.

"What's the bet?" He Qi asked.

Fang Mingzhu replied with confidence: "I haven't thought about what I want yet, I'll tell you in a month, remember not to cheat."

He Qi looked at Fang Mingzhu and replied with a sneer: "Senior brother, I thought I would have thought about it, let's bet on thirty spirit stones!" He Qi planned to make another sum before leaving, and it should be entangled.

This number is really calculated by him, and Fang Mingzhu can't afford to gamble too much.

Fang Mingzhu didn't know that she was calculated by He Qi, she was still worried about He Qi, her brows furrowed: "It's too much, you can't afford it!"

"I've done it all for you," He Qi replied, "You can afford it."

Fang Mingzhu chirped: "Think beautifully, don't let you lose a lot, you really think you have a lot of experience!"

He Qi replied calmly: "Don't worry, after a month, I will definitely empty your little purse"

Fang Mingzhu's small nose twitched, "Hmph, who's afraid of whom!"

He Qi chased after the victory: "If you are full of confidence, then give me a half-moon sparring partner, it just so happens that you are practicing the Flame Sutra."

"Are you beating my mind" Fang Mingzhu's face flushed slightly, and he became alert.

He Qi replied: "Can you not be stinky and beautiful, just say that you are a sparring partner or not?"

If you're afraid that I'll break the rune formation, don't be."

"Okay, I'll be," Fang Mingzhu replied through gritted teeth.

The next day, the sun rose in the east, shining the small green mountains in the sun.

The summer trees are verdant, the birds are singing, and the morning sun is full of sunshine.

In the bright sunshine, Xiaoqingshan came to a rare guest, this is Miss Fang Mingzhu.

This eldest lady Fang is dressed in a samurai costume, showing her youthful and heroic appearance.

The clothes fit snugly, making the two small pigeons look a little bigger visually.

Since He stayed in Xiaoqingshan, there have been very few visitors here, let alone Fang Mingzhu, a good-looking woman.

He Qi was poor and white at this time.

He instructed Lu Bao to boil a pot of mountain springs, a gray porcelain bowl, and boiled water, which could be regarded as entertaining Fang Mingzhu.

Lu Bao looked at the master who was talking and laughing with Fang Mingzhu, and his heart was full of reverence, like a surging river.

Who said that handsome can be a girl?

Who said you have to have a good family background to attract the opposite sex?

My master's bowl of boiled water also amused Miss Fang!

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"If you don't want to demonstrate it first, I'll give you a comment.

Really do it, I'm afraid I'll hurt you," Fang Mingzhu said to He Qi, who was a head taller than her, in an old-fashioned manner.

He Qi smiled: "No, junior sister, don't you want to have a real competition?"

Fang Mingzhu, who also had a few hearts, rolled his eyes and congratulated him, stretched out his finger and pointed at He Qi with a sly expression:

"Then it's decided! Let's talk about one who is willing to fight, one who is willing to suffer, and those who lose and are beaten, can't go to the sect to complain."

Pointing at people with her fingers, in fact, this kind of action seems a bit vulgar, but Fang Mingzhu's green jade fingers point at He Qi like this, and with her delicate face, it seems that she has all kinds of charms and a girl's coquettish attitude.

"Whoever beats you, who suffers! maybe, remember that my brother beat you, don't go and tell your father about the crime."

"You talk too much nonsense to watch the whip"

Fang Mingzhu dropped the porcelain bowl, and as soon as he raised his hand, there was a purple-red leather whip in his palm, and the purple-red whip turned into a red light with his wrist.

"Thou hast deceived and plotted against men"

He stood up and flickered, the red light in front of him flickered, and the strong wind sounded, and the wooden bench he sat on just now was whipped to pieces

He Qi deliberately pretended to be frightened and shouted: "You don't follow the rules, you will do it before you say the beginning"

Fang Mingzhu said proudly: "The immortal road is sinister, you must always be vigilant, I am teaching you how to prevent people from being unprepared."

As soon as he said that, he turned his hand over, and the long whip rolled mercilessly towards He Qi.

There was a loud "bang", the wooden table was pulled open with a whip, and He Qi complained in his heart that this little ancestor was going to demolish the house, and hurriedly retreated outside the house and shouted:

"If you want to get out quickly, don't tear down my cabin"

Fang Mingzhu chased out excitedly: "The kid is hiding very fast! no matter how fast he is, he can't be as fast as the witch's whip."