Chapter 142: I see pity

The momentum when the formation was broken was extraordinary, there would definitely be no birds and beasts within a radius of a hundred miles, Yuan Xiong would not turn around if he didn't go for three or five hours.

Fang Wenyuan looked at the sky from afar and said, "The barbecue has already been purchased by him, if it is not enough, I will make up for it for you in the future!"

The eight-tailed cat snorted dissatisfiedly, and then lay on the ground and pretended to sleep.

Taking advantage of this lack of people, Fang Wenyuan breathed a sigh of relief, his calm expression was no longer there, but his face was like gold paper, and his sickness was revealed. When he broke the formation, he used too many magical powers, so that Yuan Li lost money. There is no one around at the moment, so there is no need to pretend that nothing has happened.

Carefully sailing the ship of ten thousand years, the heart of guarding against people is indispensable, Fang Wenyuan flew to warn He Yu, and then took the opportunity to break Yuan Xiong away, in order to restore his cultivation without scruples.

There were still some spirit stones left in the storage bag, Fang Wenyuan took them all, stretched out his hand, and took out two of them in his palm. An hour later, the halo of the two spirit stones was gone, and they became dim, and the breeze rose, turning into powder and drifting.

Fang Wenyuan opened his eyes, took out two spirit stones again, and began to absorb the spiritual energy in them again. Two and a half hours passed in a flash, and with the help of the rich aura in the spirit stone, the Yuan Force in Fang Wenyuan's body had recovered thirty percent.

In the powerful divine sense, he had already sensed Yuan Xiong's return, and although it was still far away, Fang Wenyuan still stopped cultivating. After a small segment; With the recovery of time, his complexion gradually improved, and he changed his appearance to be light, sitting cross-legged and waiting quietly.

Half an hour later, Yuan Xiong dragged the corpse of a wild boar demon back, and without saying anything, he skillfully bled the pig demon, dissected it, cleaned it, and then cut it into strips of meat, set up a bonfire, and began to bake in an orderly manner.

After a while, the smell of meat began to permeate, and a smile appeared on the corner of Fang Wenyuan's mouth, and he said secretly: "It's still a lot more convenient to have someone by your side, at least you can roast meat for me to the eight-tailed cat!"

The eight-tailed cat was not as calm as Fang Wenyuan, and at the moment when the smell of meat wafted out, it appeared next to the bonfire like an arrow from the string. It seems to be afraid of fire, so it always deliberately keeps a distance from it.

The meat was almost roasted, Fang Wenyuan opened his eyes, stretched out his hand to wipe it on his waist, took out two jars of wine, and waved his hand, one of the jars of wine immediately flew towards Yuan Xiong.

Yuan Xiong immediately caught it, and the two began to drink freely. Fang Wenyuan didn't want too many people to know about the existence of the eight-tailed cat, so he didn't let the eight-tailed cat appear, but put most of the barbecue meat into the storage bag with the eight-tailed cat.

This move is strange, at least to Yuan Xiong, but he is not a talkative person, nor is he a good person, such a person can often live longer.

Since drinking a sloppy old way of wine outside the mountain gate, Fang Wenyuan has become interested in wine, especially in recent years, every Chinese New Year's Eve, he will drink a few glasses.

I don't know where my home is, only wine pierces my intestines!

Cultivators also have feelings, and cultivators also come from the mortal dust, and Chinese New Year's Eve is supposed to be a day for family reunion, but he does not know where his home is.

A sip of liquor in his throat can make him feel a trace of warmth

The wind was cold, and even though the sun was still high in the sky.

A nine-horse carriage galloped from the sky on the green clouds. The big man who drove the car was burly and fierce, with a calm face, and the people in the car never showed up, only when the tarpaulin in the window was blown by the wind from time to time, could he vaguely see the figure.

Suddenly, a black shadow flew by the side of the nine-horse carriage like lightning, and upon closer inspection, it was discovered that this black shadow was actually an eagle eagle.

The black feathers set off a man in white standing on it, Yuan Xiong didn't care, and he didn't even raise his eyelids. After a few days of traveling, there were already many people who rushed to the center beyond them, so he didn't care, and he didn't need to care.

Suddenly, a lark the size of a palm flew to the shoulder of the man in white and chirped halfway. The man in white paused thoughtfully and frowned. Then he turned around and got in front of the nine-horse carriage. Yuan Xiong straightened his waist and looked at the man standing on the black eagle with blazing eyes.

Without waiting for Yuan Xiong to ask him what he meant, the man in white hugged his fists and bowed, and said, "In Nangong Ming, the lower Yuling Peak, I have been in the dust all the way, I don't know if I can ask my senior brother for a drink?"

In the midst of these words, it has already been reported to the head, and it is another person who is cultivating next to the main peak of the inner gate. Yuan Xiong didn't speak, in fact, when Nangong Mingbao put his name on it, he knew that this Nangong Ming didn't talk to him.

He couldn't do such a thing, so he could only quietly wait for Fang Wenyuan's response.

After a while, Fang Wenyuan's faint voice came out, and said, "The wine is inferior, I'm afraid I won't be able to get into the eyes of my junior brother!"

Nangong Ming laughed, this smile made people feel like a spring breeze. He is very good-looking, and this word that should not describe a man seems to be well deserved when used on him. was rejected, Nangong Ming was not annoyed, and said, "It's okay!"

After that, he approached the carriage without any exception. Yuan Xiong immediately stood up, his body was full of qi and blood, and he was ready to attack at any time, in his heart, anyone who approached here without Fang Wenyuan's consent was an enemy.

Nangong Ming seemed to have calculated that Fang Wenyuan would agree, and he didn't care about Yuan Xiong's vigilant appearance at all, and still strode towards the carriage. After he left, the black eagle turned into lightning and disappeared into the jungle as if it had never been there.

A familiar voice came from his ears, and Yuan Xiong breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, if he really let him fight with Nangong Ming, I am afraid that he would lose very badly, and the person who can cultivate next to the main peak of the inner gate is naturally not a mediocre person.

Lifting the rain cloth, Nangong Ming entered the carriage. Fortunately, the carriage was very wide, which allowed Fang Wenyuan to set up a small table, which did not look crowded, and there were two cups on the table, and the wine was already full.

Fang Wenyuan spread his hands and said, "Please!"

Nangong Ming smiled: "You seem to know that I will come in to visit!"

Fang Wenyuan shook his head and said, "I don't know!"

Nangong Ming didn't see it, picked up the wine glass and took a sip, but said, "What a strong wine!"

Then he looked at the wine glass and said, "In this way, Senior Brother is waiting for someone to prepare the wine." ”

Fang Wenyuan shook his head again and said, "No." ”

Nangong Ming smiled bitterly and said, "Thank you, senior brother, for your hospitality." ”

Then he changed his words and said, "Since you have drunk my senior brother's wine, I will bother you in the future." Once the selection of the Ten Thousand Demon Diagram is over, the sect will arrange to go out for trials, and in addition, the Heavenly Soldier Zhu family seems to have a very prejudiced attitude towards the senior brother!"

Fang Wenyuan pondered for a moment and said, "Thank you!"

Nangong Ming waved his hand and said, "Don't thank me, this right should be this wine money!"

Fang Wenyuan said: "I am not selling wine. ”

Nangong Ming stood up, walked outside, and said, "I'm not selling intelligence. ”

In this even place in southern Xinjiang, there are not many people surnamed Nangong, and there are not many people who know about his grievances with Zhu Bing. A person surnamed Nangong, who can know his grievances with Zhu Bing, has only one Nangong family, the Nangong family of Yijing.

The Nangong family of the I Ching is just an inconspicuous small family among the many Xiuzhen families in southern Xinjiang, and the reason why it can be known to Fang Wenyuan is because their Nangong family is quite proficient in the gossip of the I Ching, and can seek good fortune and avoid evil, and look at the future of people.

If they wanted to know why there were some changes in the Heavenly Soldier Zhu family, they would definitely be able to know the root cause, and Nangong Ming said it to him at this time. I'm afraid that the Zhu family's accident this time should be directed at him.

Fang Wenyuan couldn't figure it out a little, why did the Nangong family find him? It seemed that he was optimistic about him, he didn't think that he could confront the entire Zhu family.

What he didn't know was that You Fangzi's various designs back then finally allowed him to obtain the dragon pattern bone, which was to change his life. Even though the Nangong family is good at I Ching gossip, they can't see his past and future.

Because of this, the Nangong family concluded that he felt that his numerology was extraordinary, and he was definitely not a thing in the pool. Therefore, Nangong Ming reminded him in order to form a good fate. Regardless of the outcome, their Nangong family had no loss.

Nangong Ming did it even more skillfully, drank a glass of wine, and then told a message. One cause and one effect, and it has nothing to do with him.

After knowing this, Fang Wenyuan was not surprised. When Zhou Ye calculated with him, he felt Zhu Bing's shadow. On the same day, he saved Su Qing on impulse, and now it seems that he has offended this Zhu Bing.

If Fang Wenyuan was asked to choose again, he would definitely choose to do so, mostly because Yao Wu had the grace to teach him, and Yao Wu and Su Qing were sisters.

Knowing the grace of the report, he Fang Wenyuan is Fang Wenyuan

The ruins of the center are already in sight, and if you go on for half a day, you should be there.

The closer you get to the center, the safer it becomes, there is no demonic energy around, and there is no shadow of demon beasts.

Above the blue sky, the projection of the Asgard Palace is still brilliant, and the characters in it are becoming clearer and clearer. But the strange thing is that the people who can see clearly can't see the magical powers they practice.

When Fang Wenyuan came here, there were already many disciples of the Feibo Sect gathered on the edge of the huge ruins, and Su Qing was actually among them.

When Yuan Xiong stopped the carriage, everyone looked sideways, and many of them let out a shocked sound and whispered, "Who is the person in this carriage?

"Yes, you must know that among the outer gates, except for the disciples of the main peak of the inner gate. Senior Brother Yuan can be regarded as a leader!"

"Maybe this person is the person who cultivates at the main peak of the Inner Gate!"

A moment later, Fang Wenyuan got out of the carriage, and when Su Qing saw it, his eyes flashed with brilliance, and he flew to Fang Wenyuan's side without hesitation. But he lowered his head, teased the green silk in his ears a little shyly, and said in a low voice: "Senior Brother Fang!"

Along the way, I have seen Su Qing more than once, but I have never seen her pose as a little woman. With such a look, I felt pitiful, and Fang Wenyuan was not stunned, and he couldn't take his eyes off for a while.

Su Qing looked up cautiously, and when the four eyes were facing each other, her little face turned red in an instant. Fang Wenyuan knew that he was out of shape, coughed dryly, and said, "Miss Su!"