Chapter 277: Contemptible Gide

The rest of the things became much simpler, Su Xiaoxiao's father was unwilling to return to the court as an official, so he lived in seclusion in the mountains and forests.

The new emperor carefully arranged for it, while Fang Wenyuan was in the dark, as if he hadn't appeared.

After the dust settled, in a chic small house, an old man and a young man sat cross-legged in the corridor, drinking tea across from each other.

Halfway through, the old man seemed to feel that the tea in the cup was tasteless, put it down gloomily, and said in a low voice: "Is Childe really leaving?"

The young man also put down the teacup, with uninhibited between his eyebrows, and said loudly: "In this life, I will ride the wind and go to the sky, and I will lock him for a thousand years!"

This young man was Fang Wenyuan, I saw him change his body, hugged his fists and said: "Please also tell Xiaoxiao, it will be a lot of trouble in this life, it is not worth remembering!"

After that, he turned around and left, and the black hair that was originally hidden from people's ears turned into silver white, step by step, stepping on the void, and went straight to the nine clouds.

The old man was surprised, his body trembled, and he muttered, "It seems that Xiaoxiao is right, he is indeed not an ordinary person." It's ridiculous that the old man thinks that he can be recruited as a son-in-law!"

The breeze blew across the hill, Su Xiaoxiao sat helplessly on the threshold, listening to Fang Wenyuan's conversation with his father, tears were silent, and his cheeks were crossed

Last night, Fang Wenyuan and Father Su had a long talk all night, and they asked one sentence without distinction: "What is the Tao!"

Father Su was silent for a long time, brushed his long beard, and said, "Dao, isn't it the road?"

Fang Wenyuan was slightly disappointed, and smiled bitterly in his heart, how could he talk to a mortal.

Who knows, Father Su said a few words next: "In my early years, I met a Taoist priest from Youfang and heard him say a word.

At that time, he reasoned with a merchant and said a word.

Businessmen should treat people with sincerity, if they are cheating, it is against the way of doing business!"

Hearing this, Fang Wenyuan was silent and did not interrupt Father Su.

This is an ordinary sentence, but it reminds me of you asking me like this. The old man has been stumbling for half his life, but he has some opinions. I heard that there is a way to steal, and there is a way to do business, and these may be all ways. The Tao can be a way, then, or a light in the heart!

Ships in the middle of the night will not be able to go ashore if there is no lighthouse! Therefore, the old man decided, this way may be a goal.

If a person does not know what he wants, and does not know where his future path is, is it not like a ship drifting on the sea in the night, if it can reach the other side?"

will remember last night's words, still in his ears, Fang Wenyuan is also asking himself in his heart, where is his goal?

The first answer is to find your parents and solve the mystery of your own background. But if you ask again, Fang Wenyuan doesn't know his future, if he finds his parents, where is the way forward?

Thinking of this, Fang Wenyuan was also a little dazed in his heart, and after thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't find an answer.

Unexpectedly, Father Su's words made him have a question in his heart, which may also be an opportunity to seek the Tao.

Walking in the clouds, I don't know how long it took, the old site of Lanyue Pavilion was in sight, and Fang Wenyuan also recovered from his contemplation.

Before reaching the boundary of Lanyue Pavilion, I felt the peach fragrance in my nose, and I felt the aura of high spirits, and I took a deep breath, and I immediately felt refreshed.

Sure enough, it is also a feng shui treasure, otherwise, Lanyue Pavilion would not have settled here.

Surrounded by the group, pink peach blossoms have become the main color in this landscape, like a delicate girl, shy with a hint of coquettishness.

There are 100,000 mountains, 36 of which are peach, surrounded by a towering peak, steep peaks, which are prohibitive and awe-inspiring.

These thirty-seven peaks are the real Lanyue Pavilion realm, and the main peak in the middle is the most important thing, according to the memory of the peach tree demon's distraction, its body seems to exist in the main peak.

The purple pupil looked at it from a distance, and could also see a faint demonic aura, Fang Wenyuan frowned, and muttered: "How can this be?

Flying over the mountains, Fang Wenyuan came to the main peak of Lanyue Pavilion, and an unprecedented force suddenly applied to Fang Wenyuan's body, which caught him off guard, and he plummeted in an instant, and finally agitated the qi and blood around his body before he could stop.

His face flushed for a while, Fang Wenyuan looked up at the sky, his heart said that he was reckless, and muttered to himself: "Lanyue Pavilion is really a big business, even if the sect is relocated, there is still a forbidden sky formation left!"

Since the sky is forbidden, there is no need for Fang Wenyuan to force a speed, but to walk slowly among the mountains and wilderness.

Seeing that they were about to reach the foot of the main peak, a group of monks took the lead and gathered together.

However, looking at their sad appearances, it seemed that there was still a mystery on this main peak, and as soon as the purple pupils moved, Fang Wenyuan saw that the main peak of Lanyue Pavilion was surrounded by a layer of faint ripples, which was quite majestic.

Moreover, at the small intersection into the mountain, there are still a few remnants of dried corpses, which must be the reckless people before. I am afraid that there are also lessons from the past, and these people dare not act rashly.

Unexpectedly, after the relocation of Lanyue Pavilion, the people who paid attention to its old site were not Fang Wenyuan, but Fang Wenyuan was a little late. Touching the tip of his nose, Fang Wenyuan secretly laughed at himself, and said, "I didn't expect that I, the person who has always been thinking about here, will be the latest to come!"

Looking around, under the glance of the purple pupil, everything is hidden, in the mountains of Lanyue Pavilion, there are traces of destruction everywhere, it seems that in the past six years that Lanyue Pavilion has been gone, some young people have moved their minds.

That's right, the three evil sects knew the news of the birth of the Tiandu Demon Flame in advance, and after capturing the Feibo Sect, they left in a hurry, and those who remained here were all scattered cultivators, or small sects, and they didn't know these things.

You can only succumb to this place.

But there is a saying that there is a lot, no matter how small the mosquito is, it is also meat, not to mention that it is respected as one of the three evil sects, the former site of the Lanyue Pavilion, in the eyes of many small sects and scattered cultivators, it is like a piece of fat.

It seems that they have not been idle for six years.

However, the only thing to be thankful for is that the main peak of the Lanyue Pavilion has not been broken yet.

With Fang Wenyuan's appearance, the several groups of people who stayed at the intersection of the main peak mountain all woke up from their pranayama, stood up, and looked at Fang Wenyuan coldly.

There are about four groups of people here, among which the highest cultivation is a man and a woman, and like Fang Wenyuan, they are all building a complete foundation. The man's five short figures, but his eyes are also very sharp, and the evil aura on his body is thick, thinking about it, there are not a few monks who died in his hands.

Moreover, he had a hideous scar on his face, which cut his cheeks, and although it had healed, it made him lose his face, and his lips turned outward, making him even more ugly.

The woman beside him, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, behaved with a strong habit of the rivers and lakes, at first glance, she was a fierce and fierce woman, unclothed, carrying a giant sword, which was a fight with the big knife on Yao Wu's back.

Fang Wenyuan quickly noticed another group of interesting people, a group of six people, all dressed as scholars, looking gentle and elegant, but their lips were tinged with a faint purple, and there was a red dot between their eyebrows, which was quite evil. Among them, the highest is not the late stage of foundation building, and the worst is also the early stage of foundation building. The breath of the six people is inseparable, and even the breath is at the same frequency, so it must be some kind of combined attack method.

Their strength is not weak.

There is also an old man, there is a trace of indelible resentment between his eyebrows, dressed in green clothes, carrying a sword on his back, his cultivation is only in the middle stage of foundation building, and behind him, there are more than 20 qi refining disciples, and his cultivation is of different levels.

The dress is quite similar, and it seems that they are from the same sect. The corpses that died at the entrance of the mountain road were wearing the same clothes.

The last group of people, or a person, is an old Taoist priest, who cultivated in the later stage of foundation building. He had a goatee, a bun, and was dressed in a well-dressed manner, with a shabby banner diagonally stuck behind him, and a gourd hanging from his waist, which had mixed lines like oil stains.

The shabby banner, the sloppy gourd, and his meticulous attire were incompatible, but he didn't care.

At this point, Fang Wenyuan finally knew why the old man in the green shirt was sad, because he came here with a sect disciple, and his strength was low here, so this coolie matter was naturally handled by him.

Looking at the few disciples who died at that intersection, they also knew that now he was in a dilemma, and he was oppressed by the other three forces.

This observation was just in an instant, after Fang Wenyuan appeared, the old man in the green shirt showed a taste of surprise, and did not look at him coldly like others, but enthusiastically hugged his fists and said: "I have seen this Taoist friend, contemptible Jide!"

This familiar appearance made Fang Wenyuan a little dumbfounded, and he secretly said in his heart: "Sure enough, my guess is right, he is indeed oppressed by other people, and he is so enthusiastic at the moment, I'm afraid it's to win me over so that he can balance others!"

Although he thought like this in his heart, on the surface, Fang Wenyuan still returned the salute quite politely, and said: "Wenyuan below, Daoist friends are polite!"

This time, Ji De was even more happy, took Fang Wenyuan's hand, and came to his own camp, talking about Fang Dao friends one by one, as enthusiastic as an old friend who had not seen him for a long time.

Fang Wenyuan didn't know the reality here, since someone talked to him, he was naturally happy, but he could always feel a few glances behind him, as if a needle was on his back, and he felt quite uncomfortable.

However, soon these eyes disappeared one by one.

In their eyes, Fang Wenyuan was just a kid who had just built a foundation, so there was nothing to worry about. When Fang Wenyuan was in a quiet state of mind, the method of recuperating in the ghost would unfold subconsciously.

Therefore, his cultivation will continue to be depressed.

Ji De was a warm-hearted person, and talked about the general situation of this place with Fang Wenyuan.

It also gave Fang Wenyuan a general understanding in his heart, which was not much different from his previous judgment.

In the past six years, many small sects and scattered cultivators have broken the formation of the outer gate of Lanyue Pavilion, and they have reaped a lot of benefits in it.