Secretly, listening to the two of them talking about their teacher, the corners of Fang Shou's mouth evoked a knowing smile, but this smile didn't last long, and it completely froze on his face in the next moment. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Ten years of cold windows is not easy, I finally got a fame, what kind of demon to be? Is it fun to fight with the prime minister of the dynasty? Do you believe it or not, sooner or later he will have to be squeezed out of the court by Yang Zhong......

When it comes to the rise, he doesn't care if he is indiscriminate, but what he doesn't know is that the "nerd" in his mouth will cultivate a famous "Xishan Holy Son" in the near future, and this Xishan Holy Son is on the tree above his head, and he listens to what he just said.

"This bastard Taoist priest is really not a thing, I don't want to cure him....."

Fang Shou was angry, he couldn't help it, and wanted to show up to say the truth, but at this moment, the round-faced Taoist priest suddenly sighed and couldn't help but retort:

"Miao Zhizheng is a true righteous man, you only care about yourself, how do you know how to rely on? Okay, let's not mention this for the time being, you should talk about it first, what happened later, what happened later? How did Daoxian survive?"

Hearing this, Fang Shou lowered his stomach again, put away the idea of punishing the thin road chief, and muttered in his heart: "But this person guessed correctly, and then the teacher was really excluded from the court and demoted to the Tianfu Jingshi University Hall, but now the news has not been spread......

"Later...... "The thin road chief, who didn't know that he was being stared at, continued to shake his head and said," Later, I didn't know, I was uh, I was a little ashamed to say, I belonged to the group that was dismissed, and I couldn't see it with my own eyes, but then I heard a brother from Shimen say that Mo Tianxing and other people found a dying Daoxian in Zhongzhou, but Ren searched all over the territory, and there was no trace of the infatuated demon king Shi'an and the demon weapon blood sickle, and then the flood hit, so I had to retreat helplessly, but who would have thought that this blood sickle was secretly hidden by Daoxian, and it was not revealed to the world until the Demon Nunnery faction was destroyed?

......The round-faced Taoist priest was silent for a long time, and suddenly seemed to realize something, his eyes suddenly widened, his face turned pale, he pointed to the bear corpse on the ground, and asked a little stumblingly, "Wait, you... What do you mean..... What we really monitored a few days ago was the bear spirit on the surface, but in fact, it was the Dao that had disappeared for 20 years..... Dao Xian is in charge?"

Gan Slender Dao rolled his eyes: "After talking about this Tao for a long time, you reacted?"

Tong rolled his eyes, and the round-faced Taoist priest was suddenly dissatisfied: "But.... That's not right! Senior brother, you are most afraid of death! How dare you risk your life and come to spy on Daoxian? According to common sense, shouldn't you hide away as soon as you smell it?"

"I'm sorry!" When the thin Dao chief heard this, he was so angry that his beard turned up: "What do you kid know?!Senior brother, I am the most righteous! I think that at the beginning, Daoxian was in charge, and I was kind to Sanqingguan, and Master knew that I had this unique skill, so he secretly searched for Daoxian's traces, but I didn't expect that after many years, we could meet here, let's go back quickly and report the news to Master! At present, Daoxian, although there are signs of being manipulated by the blood sickle, has not completely attacked like the infatuated demon king Shi'an, it is best to rush before him......"

From beginning to end, these two people probably couldn't imagine that the Daoxian who they had never forgotten and feared in their mouths had already died at the hands of one person, and that person had been lying close at hand, silently watching them......

Seeing the two of them getting farther and farther away, Fang Shou was silent for a long time, couldn't help but let out a sigh, leaned weakly on the branch of the tree, slowly closed his eyes, put a layer of coarse cloth on his hand, felt the cold stinging sensation from the sickle, and felt a little sentimental in his heart:

"Blood Scythe, Blood Scythe, how much magic do you have?!"

At this moment, Fang Shou always had three thoughts entrenched in his heart, which made it difficult for him to figure it out.

First of all, it is about the evaluation of good and evil of Daoxian, who has lost his benchmark. As a result, his previous behavior, and all other indifference and disdain, made him feel like he was on pins and needles, and his mind was always uneasy.

Secondly, for his former old enemy, it is more appropriate to say that it is the enemy he unilaterally identified, Yang Zhong, Fang Shou once again breeds boundless hatred. But having said that, he had nothing to do, and he had to hate his own incompetence, even if he became a monk who was high in the eyes of mortals.

Miao Shi once said that above the court, there are less than a few dozen people, but the words and deeds of these dozens of people are related to the life and death of the people of Daxuan, tens of millions of Li people, so the affairs of the court must not be separated from the rules and laws, and solved outside the court, such as assassinating a minister of the court, etc., may cause chaos in the world and make the people unhappy, which is extremely undesirable.

Therefore, it was impossible for Fang Shou to kill the court with his skills like a stunned young man, and in front of the current saint, he took down Yang Zhong's head and told him that he was a traitor and deserved it. Regardless of whether Fang Shou can do it or not, just talking about the current situation, Yang Zhong has been working hard for many years, and he has already become his first word, and even if he dies, a second or third "Yang Zhong" will emerge.

"Hate, but now that I'm in a position to think about this, how can I think about that?"

Looking at the forbidden blood line that broke through the elbow again from his wrist and spread to both sides of his shoulder, Fang Shou suddenly woke up, the reason why he was able to win was because of the return of the ontological consciousness of the "Dao Xian", which played a decisive role! Otherwise, if he really faced the Essence Erosion Blood Array that could slaughter the city, he would have the cultivation to build a foundation, and I am afraid it would not be enough to see.

"Maybe the beings of the mortal realm are not ignorant of our generation of monks, at least, they know a lot about magic weapons, demon beasts, etc., and there may be even more secret cultivators, that is, pseudo-cultivators, but they have no choice but to hide their traces because they are afraid of being discovered by the monks of the Fang Realm. ”

Fang Shou couldn't help but say to himself: "And the mortal martial arts, if they are practiced to the fullest, the power is not inferior to that of the powerhouses of the Qi Condensation Realm, after all, for Zhong Mingtian and the others who use the blood sickle, they can still easily deal with it...... Before, I still despised the entire martial arts world too much. ”

At this moment, Fang Shou completely put away his contempt and began to face up to the seemingly calm Jianghu martial arts now.

Finally, the third point is how to deal with the problem of the Demon Weapon Blood Scythe at hand and the inheritance of the Demon Nunnery Sect.

At this moment, Fang Shou had already decided to help Dao Xian fulfill this last wish.

Of these three questions, the first two are difficult to solve, but for the last one, Fang Shou already has an answer.

"The blood sickle, a magic weapon that they call the 'Ghost Scythe', is obviously a true cultivation weapon, but I don't know what grade it is, but since it is so powerful, it is absolutely extraordinary. ”

The coarse cloth wrapped in the blood sickle was slightly uncovered, Fang Shou's eyes were solemn, and he slowly said to himself:

"Even if it is thrown into the sea, I am afraid it is not safe, it is better to hand it over to Du Lao, and with his cultivation, there must be a way to deal with it. ”

A solution, Fang Shou took out the bracelet handed to him by Daoxian from his arms, solemnly put it on his wrist, and said word by word:

"Fang is here, and he has made a promise, he will find a successor with good conduct for the Demon Nunnery Sect......!

Turning his gaze to the direction where the two Taoist priests had left, Fang Shou smiled incomprehensibly and said:

"I don't have much time, but looking at that round-faced Taoist priest, he has a good character, Sanqingguan? Hehe, I heard them say that he had an old relationship with Daoxian, so he must not refuse, but before that, ......"

Fang Shou got up, grabbed the blood sickle with one hand, and prepared to return to "Yiwendu" first, and handed over this weapon to Du Lao, but he didn't think that he was not paying attention, and he didn't notice that there was a hole in the coarse cloth wrapped in the blood sickle, and his hand happened to touch the exposed blood sickle blade, immediately, he was like a lightning strike, his whole body trembled, and a touch of blood surged in his eyes, and suddenly he tore off the coarse cloth, grabbed the handle of the blood sickle directly with both hands, and suddenly laughed with a hideous face:

"With this scythe, I can kill all Yang Zhong's henchmen, which can be regarded as leaving a clear picture for the initial realm, who can stop me from ......"

When he was talking to himself, the rosary on his wrist suddenly came with a burst of coolness, which made Fang Shou's body pause, and his eyes returned to clarity, and thinking of Fang Cai's strange appearance, Fang Shou couldn't help but be shocked, and suddenly woke up:

"What did I just do?"

On Fang Shou's face, a touch of panic swelled up in an instant, so he immediately tried to throw away the blood sickle, but what he didn't expect was that the blood sickle at this moment, like a dog skin plaster, was stuck to the palm of his hand, and he couldn't shake it off!