Chapter 270: Waiting for Answers

The death of the bandits meant that they were able to get out of danger smoothly, and at this point, the breath that Brother Qi had been hanging on finally let go, and the relaxation of his will made his tense mind completely relaxed.

This breath was released, the poisonous gas attacked the heart, and the return to the sky was weak, and Brother Qi finally fell.

The woman who was holding a short dagger and was about to threaten the bandit with death suddenly panicked, knelt in front of Brother Qi, her eyes were full of tears, she shook Brother Qi vigorously, and said in a choked voice: "Brother Qi, don't die, you don't want to die!"

This big brother Qi's eyes were already dazed, and he seemed to be unable to see anything, his chest rose and fell more and more intensely, and he said intermittently: "This young man, please take care of the young master of my family on my behalf, she is a hard-working person." In the next life, there will be many cows and horses, and I will repay this favor with Zida!"

As soon as the breeze arrived, Fang Wenyuan had already come to Qida's side and said in a low voice: "Don't worry!"

Hearing this, Qi Da smiled, as if he wanted to thank him, but he couldn't speak, and he had already gone to Huangquan!

Fang Wenyuan sensed that Zida's soul had detached, worshipped him in the void, and then disappeared. Fang Wenyuan pretended not to see it, his hand moved slightly, and a wisp of divine consciousness fell out of his body, falling into Qida's soul, strengthening his soul, so that he could cast a good baby!

The man who had just knocked out the long arrow for him, Fang Wenyuan did the same.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the two of them and the woman left a deep impression on him, the kind of human touch that was difficult to feel in the immortal cultivation world!

Therefore, even if Fang Wenyuan, who didn't want to cause trouble, still agreed to Qida's request.

Suddenly, with the sound of horses' hooves, the leader of the bandits took the opportunity to mount his horse and fled. The horse he sat on was indeed a rare and good horse, and it didn't take long to be a hundred feet away.

Fang Wenyuan's eyes were cold, and he said in a low voice: "Look for death!"

I didn't see him make any moves, but the Qingfeng Sword behind him flew out and directly separated the head of the bandit leader. The Breeze Sword landed on the ground, buzzing.

"What's your name!" Fang Wenyuan suddenly asked!

Right now, apart from Fang Wenyuan, there is only one person alive here, and that is the girl.

Hearing the questioning, the woman choked up and said, "Su Xiaoxiao!"

Stomp stomp

Nine blue-maned horses pulled a quaint and atmospheric carriage, slowly walking from the other side of the mountain, Fang Wenyuan was stunned, shook his head, and said secretly: "The eight-tailed cat is really thoughtful!"

This nine-horse car was given by Yuan Xiong back then, and Fang Wenyuan almost never took it out and used it, but he didn't expect it to be taken away by the eight-tailed cat. It seems that it is really difficult to prevent house thieves day and night, and it is impossible to put the eight-tailed cat in the storage bag in the future.

Looking at the teary-eyed woman, Fang Wenyuan said, "Let's go!"

After experiencing too much life and death, people will become numb and cry for a while, Su Xiaoxiao regained her composure, she seemed to really have nowhere to go.

But in the face of Fang Wenyuan's invitation, Su Xiaoxiao did not agree immediately, but said softly: "The fallen leaves return to their roots! Although I can't send them back to their hometown, I must let them settle in the ground, and I implore the son later!"

Concerned about the danger of the master, Fang Wenyuan didn't think much about it, just nodded, and plunged into the carriage, seeing that the master's breath was calm and he was asleep, Fang Wenyuan was completely relieved.

In the middle of the ring, Fang Wenyuan walked out with a frown again, watching Su Xiaoxiao's brocade clothes become dirty and messy, kneeling on the ground and digging a pit with both hands, the corpses of the people who were originally escorting her were carried over by her one by one and put together.

It is really admirable that a weak woman has such perseverance.

From the first time she saw Fang Wenyuan, she reminded Fang Wenyuan to flee for her life out of kindness, and at that time, she was also in crisis, which was enough to see that she was a woman with a pure temperament.

At this moment, she couldn't bear to protect her own people, and exposed the corpse of the wilderness after death. A pair of jade hands were also blurred by the flesh cut by the dirt.

Fang Wenyuan really couldn't stand it anymore, he stepped forward to help, the Qingfeng Sword was still a hundred zhang away, Fang Wenyuan simply took out the ghost head knife, and suddenly slashed a few slashes on the ground, although he didn't have the yuan force, with his strong body, he could easily cut a long enough and deep gully on the ground.

From beginning to end, Su Xiaoxiao was very calm, except for being surprised when she saw hundreds of bandits dying, she didn't show the slightest surprise.

To bury the body of the deceased, Su Xiaoxiao staggered to the carriage, but refused to go in, only willing to sit in the coachman's seat. said that he was dirty, and he didn't want to defile Fang Wenyuan's carriage.

In this regard, Fang Wenyuan did not force it, but also sat in the coachman's seat and drove the carriage forward. Su Xiaoxiao is quiet and graceful, and there is a kind of depression and pity.

Being able to have so many people guarding her is naturally not an ordinary person, but she doesn't have that kind of pampered temperament, but is cautious, for fear of provoking Fang Wenyuan's disdain.

It seems that she really has nowhere to go, otherwise it wouldn't be like this.

Not long after the carriage left, Fang Wenyuan took back the Qingfeng Sword, and then walked towards the small village of Xishan.

Along the way, the two of them were silent, Fang Wenyuan was sad about what happened to his master, and Su Xiaoxiao was also sad in his heart.

In a trance, Fang Wenyuan felt that he and Su Xiaoxiao seemed to be the same fallen people.

With the smoke curling, the carriage walked into the small village of Xishan, a small village that seemed to be isolated from the world, and suddenly such a luxurious carriage came, which immediately attracted people's attention.

In the blink of an eye, all the villagers, who had a small population, gathered and looked.

Today's Xishan Village is different from more than 20 years ago, many people are old, and even some elders in the past have passed away, Fang Wenyuan is full of emotion.

Walking to the northwest direction, Fang Wenyuan came to a small fence courtyard, and an elder among the villagers walked over, looked at Fang Wenyuan for a while, and said tremblingly: "But the Fang family boy?

After 20 years away from his hometown, he was still surprised that there were still people who could recognize him.

The rest is much simpler. Fang Wenyuan bought the small courtyard back from his neighbors, and the silver taels were naturally taken from the hands of the bandits.

Money was of little use to Fang Wenyuan, so he simply distributed the money, and every household in the village gave some away.

He only kept a small amount of silver taels in case he needed it, after all, he would have to live here for the next three years.

Su Xiaoxiao didn't wait for Fang Wenyuan to speak, and began to clean up the house, which made Fang Wenyuan a little embarrassed.

"Ahem, cough, cough~~"

There was another rapid cough, and the injury in Fang Wenyuan's body recurred again, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding.

Su Xiaoxiao looked at it, and suddenly turned into horror, and hurriedly let Fang Wenyuan, who wanted to help, rest, and said with concern: "Childe rests, just leave these trivial things to me!"

"You don't have to call me Childe, just call me Brother Fang!"

Late at night, the busy Su Xiaoxiao had already fallen asleep, and Fang Wenyuan came to the master's bed, teary eyes.

The eight-tailed cat extended Yue Lizhen's life for three years, but his injuries were still too serious after all, and he had to rest in bed for three or two days before he could take care of himself.

At this moment, Yue Lizhen's eyes were innumerably kind, and he wiped away his tears for Fang Wenyuan, and after a long time, he said a word, "You have grown up!"

Silent tears, Fang Wenyuan was silent for a long time, and said, "Master, I'm sorry! I'm incompetent! I watched my senior brother and them die, and now I can only watch you cut off your cultivation!"

"As the saying goes, 'All things in heaven and earth have their own conclusions, but numerology is impermanent but cannot be changed!' In the past, I was ignorant as a teacher, but now I understand the true meaning of cultivation.

A cultivator is fighting with the heavens and the earth! Only by going against the heavens can he change his life!

Three hundred and thirty years of monasticism, compared with today's realization, it is a waste of time! In that case, why bother to cultivate again!

Those who hear the Tao will die at dawn and evening. This time, the teacher has already understood the way of cultivation in this life, although he has no regrets in death!"

I didn't expect Yue Lizhen to look at it so lightly, but this remark deeply hurt Fang Wenyuan's heart, if he had killed Liu Yuanfeng earlier, wouldn't it have been like this.

If he had been stronger at the beginning, the Zhu family's secret realm would not have let Su Qing and the three of them die.

All of this seems to be due to the fact that he is not strong enough to protect the important people around him.

Seeing Fang Wenyuan's guilty face, Yue Lizhen shook his head and sighed lightly: "Why blame yourself!

Suddenly, Fang Wenyuan knelt on the ground and said in a low voice: "Master, the apprentice has fallen into the Demon Dao!

Yue Lizhen did not act excessively, and could even be said to be very calm, and did not pay attention to Fang Wenyuan's words, but asked, "What is your Dao?"

This question, Fang Wenyuan was confused, he couldn't figure it out, and he couldn't think about it clearly. In the past, he thought that he was enlightened, that he was free and easy, and that his own way was to be free.

In the end, I suddenly found that I was always involved in many things and oppressed by many forces.

The heart seems to be covered with dust, and it cannot be seen or understood.

Su Qing's death made his heart feel a double blow, and the demonic thoughts hidden in his heart will also be lifted, and the pure good and evil thoughts in his heart are intertwined, what is the Tao?

This night, Fang Wenyuan knelt in front of Yue Lizhen's bed and said nothing.

The next day, Su Xiaoxiao got up early, like a subordinate, and began to cook.

She doesn't seem to have any other ideas, still elegant, like a peony in the wind, fresh and refined, but not competing with a hundred flowers.

Yue Lizhen was taken care of by her, and even Fang Wenyuan, who was a disciple, was ashamed.

Since last night, Yue Lizhen has never said a word, and when he was playing three strokes on the day, he actually got up by himself, picked up a fishing rod, and ran to the river alone to fish!

Fang Wenyuan silently followed behind him, this one is a year!

In this year, Yue Lizhen did not say a word, and went to the river to fish every day, rain or shine.

And Fang Wenyuan knew in his heart that Yue Li Zhenren was making him think and waiting for his answer!