Now that nearly four months have passed, Liu Yuanfeng should be gone, because the Qi of Yimu in this place has disappeared, and he has not been seen to come in to investigate.

Hurriedly refining the 'Fengxing' boat, Fang Wenyuan didn't stay any longer, and flew towards the outside of the Soul Burial Forest, looking extremely excited, because he was finally able to fly on his own.

At this time, he was playing with a black ring in his hand, although this ring looked ordinary, but looking at Fang Wenyuan's expression, he should like it very much.

What can arouse Fang Wenyuan's interest will certainly not be an ordinary ring. This ring was found by Fang Wenyuan along the silver thread after he came out of the formation. Originally, this ring was fastened at the end of the broken long sword, and after a little thought, Fang Wenyuan understood. The long sword was obviously just mortal iron, and with the sharpness of the silver thread, it could be cut at once, but nothing like this happened, because the silver thread was buckled to the ring, and then buckled to the sword.

The silver thread extended from a small hole in the ring, and after Fang Wenyuan injected a trace of spiritual power into the ring, the outer layer of the ring immediately rotated, and the silver thread was taken in in an instant, and the small hole on the ring disappeared at once. After increasing the injection of spiritual power, the silver thread immediately burst out, piercing the trunks of more than a dozen big trees in a row, Fang Wenyuan stretched out his left hand and flicked the silver wire, and the dozen or so big trees immediately stopped and broke off.

"It's such a powerful silver thread, but I don't know who left it there? Forget it! I picked it up, it's mine! Haha" Fang Wenyuan cherished this silver thread more and more. With a satisfied face, he stroked the dark ring on his thumb. "En, there is handwriting, away from injury!Good name!" Fang Wenyuan lowered his head and said, then raised his eyebrows, and said: "One line is cut, two are separated, and the soul is broken." As the name suggests!"

"Well, I don't know if the gloves have a name?" Fang Wenyuan suddenly rolled up the sleeve of his left hand with great interest, and then looked back and forth with his left hand in front of him. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and it took a lot of effort for his left eye to see two obscure words at the mouth of the glove.

"It's not broken! It's interesting! The right hand is injured, and the left hand is not broken. This is the biggest takeaway of this trip. After that, he sighed, and then said, "I don't know what happened to my uncle?" I had better go back to the sect as soon as possible!"

The flying boat of the wind boat is very fast for Fang Wenyuan, but it is more than a cut worse than Yao Wu's flying boat. He had followed Yao Wu out of the mountain at the beginning, and he had been flying for more than half a month, and it would take at least a month to return to the sect at his current speed.

And now the most important thing is that he is lost! This nonsense happened to him inexplicably. Fortunately, there is a cultivator's fang market not far from here, the name seems to be called 'Luyangfang City', Yao Wu has taken him to it once, but he can inquire inside. In addition, now that he has money, he can buy some pills, after all, it is really difficult to improve his cultivation only by hard practice. There is also the resale of some useless spiritual weapons on the body.

So he drove the boat away

After resting four times along the way, finally three days later, Fang Wenyuan came to the downtown of a mortal town. This time he came on foot, after all, this place was full of mortals, and he didn't use any tricks or anything like that, so he had to land outside the town and walk in on foot to avoid causing a stir.

The shouts of the vendors came and went, and the banners of the wine shops and teahouses were overwhelming. A prosperous scene, Fang Wenyuan stepped into it, but he felt very noisy, which made him feel a little irritable, thinking about it carefully, Fang Wenyuan smiled helplessly, and said: "A person has been in that Soul Burial Ridge for more than three months, and no one speaks, it is inevitable that he will become afraid of being lively!"

Along the way, passers-by looked at Fang Wenyuan with very strange eyes, and Fang Wenyuan also felt very strange, but ignored it.

Until a little girl holding a rock sugar gourd with innocent and splendid eyes pulled the sleeve of a middle-aged woman, looked at Fang Wenyuan and said, "Mother!

The middle-aged woman faced the little girl's question, and her original impatient look softened after glancing at Fang Wenyuan, and said to the little girl: "Then you can send a steamed bun for your mother to that big brother!"

"En" The little girl smiled sweetly, then nodded vigorously, took the steamed bun from the middle-aged woman's hand, and then trotted all the way to Fang Wenyuan's side. Pulled Fang Wenyuan's shirt, held the steamed bun in his hand, and said to Fang Wenyuan with an earnest face: "Big brother, you must be hungry!

The woman in the distance also smiled kindly at Fang Wenyuan, and bowed slightly. Fang Wenyuan was stunned for a moment, looked at the tattered appearance on his body, and understood in a blink of an eye. He has been staying in the Soul Burial Ridge, unwashed, unkempt, and really like a beggar.

So he leaned down and patted the little girl's head, although he had the heart to refuse, but after seeing the little girl's hopeful eyes, he still took it.

After taking it, he took the little girl's hand and sent it to the middle-aged woman, smiled kindly at her, and said, "Thank you, auntie!" Then he secretly put a spirit stone in the little girl's pocket, turned and left.

The spirit stone is full of aura, although mortals can't absorb it, but it can still warm their bodies and go to illness and health! He did this entirely because he was moved by this mother and daughter who had never met, and he really felt a warmth flowing in his heart.

A small episode delayed Fang Wenyuan's trip slightly, and he didn't care at all. Instead, he took the steamed bun in his hand and gnawed it without any image. Although he was already a monk who could open the valley, the little girl's eyes just now made him embarrassed to waste the kindness of their mother and daughter.

As soon as the downtown area passed, Fang Wenyuan passed through one alley after another, and there were fewer and fewer pedestrians around, and finally came to a dead end with no people, standing in front of a wall. His hands kept waving, his aura was shining, and suddenly, Fang Wenyuan shouted and said, "Open!"

There was a loud noise, and the wall became like a lake in Fang Wenyuan's eyes, and it made waves. At a glance, there was no cave, he stepped in, the waves rose again, and after Fang Wenyuan walked in, the wall returned to ordinary again.

As soon as he entered Luyangfang City, Fang Wenyuan had a feeling of returning to the bustling city in the city. Fang Wenyuan smiled to himself and said, "It turns out that monks also have seven emotions and six desires." After thinking about it, when I saw the storage bag and the spirit stones inside, wasn't it also greedy? How could I still be qualified to judge others?

Continuing to walk forward, there were a few small people squatting at the entrance, Fang Wenyuan's divine sense swept out, and found that it was just some mortals, and he was slightly stunned. But I wasn't surprised, because not all monks were willing to do such menial things, and it was normal to hire a few mortals.

Sensing Fang Wenyuan's arrival, several small servants immediately ran over to surround Fang Wenyuan.

"Shangxian!!This store is a thousand-year-old store!Reputation guarantee!All kinds of magic weapons, pills, and charms are available, and you will never be fake!!Please take a look?"

The other was not far behind, and shouted at Fang Wenyuan: "Shangxian don't want to listen to his bragging!! This store is a thousand-year-old store, and its reputation ranks first in Luyangfang City, and it has recently received a batch of thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum, as long as it is ninety-nine-nine!! The second time I came to buy, and I got a twenty-percent discount, so I can't miss it!

"Shangxian! the latest opening of our store, 80% off the whole site, the more you buy, the more discounts"

"Upper Immortal"

"Upper Immortal"

At this time, Fang Wenyuan was really stunned, what was the situation? I remember that there was no such situation when I came with Yao Wu last time, could it be that I made a mistake?

The few little guys gathered in front wanted to turn around and go back on the spot after seeing Fang Wenyuan's shabby dress clearly. It's a pity that the little guy in the back didn't see it, and only felt that the business came to the door, so they rushed up, blocking them so much that they couldn't go back! Fang Wenyuan felt quite funny in his eyes.

In the end, Fang Wenyuan, who was helpless, encouraged the aura in his body and roared, and then those little guys left in a huff.

After walking in, Fang Wenyuan went straight to the northwest corner, a small shop. As soon as he entered the door, a middle-aged fat man with a big belly and a flattering smile walked over!

Fang Wenyuan's face was straight, he took out his identity nameplate, and said to the fat man: "Senior brother, you are serious!"

After the fat man glanced at the token, his flattering smile suddenly became extremely embarrassing, and he said to Fang Wenyuan, "Senior brother, come with me!"

"Senior brother, please lead the way!"

Although this is a little far away from the Feibo Sect, it is only for an outer disciple like Fang Wenyuan who has a low cultivation, and for the disciples and elders who have a high cultivation in the sect, this distance is just a small meaning. Yao Wu deliberately slowed down when he brought him out, in order to talk to him about Xiuzhen, so that he would delay for half a month.

Therefore, this place belongs to the jurisdiction of the Feibo Sect, and the fat man is the outer disciple of the sect, and he feels that it is difficult to make progress in his cultivation in this life, so he is willing to come here to make profits for the sect, and also to see if there are any opportunities.

Fang Wenyuan came here, of course, to inquire about how to return to the sect, after all, everyone else was an outsider, and the people's hearts were sinister and had to be guarded against. This fat man belongs to the same clan as him, and no matter how bad he is, he will not be harmed!

Fang Wenyuan followed the fat man from the back hall back to the hall with a helpless face. He had communicated with the fat man just now, and it was almost impossible for him to return to the sect now!

Because the sect has long been closed, no one is allowed to enter or leave unless there is a warrant from the sect master! Even their disciples who are outside have hidden their identities for safety. If it weren't for Fang Wenyuan's identity nameplate, the fat man wouldn't have believed that he belonged to the Fei Bo Sect at all.

At this time, Fang Wenyuan had nowhere to go, and the fat man seemed to see his distress, so he said to him: "Why don't you stay here as junior brother! How about waiting for a while? I still have a few vacant rooms here!"

"Rubi, there is Senior Brother Lao!"

The fat man waved his hand indifferently and said, "It's just a gesture! The junior brother has good qualifications, and he will definitely not be in the pool in the future, and the foolish brother will have to rely on the junior brother a lot when the time comes." Fang Wenyuan muttered in his heart.

The fat man said, and continued: "I have just seen the identity plate of my junior brother and know the name of my junior brother. I also reported my name, so that I would not be divided. Contemptible Li Fugui!"

After negotiating with Li Fugui, Fang Wenyuan went to the backyard to take a bath, then changed into clean clothes and threw away the torn outer disciple clothes.

After that, Fang Wenyuan began to think about going to other small shops to resell the excess spiritual weapons in his hand, he didn't think about selling them all to the sect and letting Li Fugui collect them. But there were a lot of things, and he didn't want to arouse suspicion, so he had to go out for a walk!

He had just gone out not far before he was stopped by three young men. One of them had a piercing black mole on his left forehead, and a tuft of black hair on it, giving him a treacherous face.

The other was wearing a round hat, with something like a plaster on his temples, his eyes were small but his mouth was so big that Fang Wenyuan didn't dare to look at it directly.

The last one was dressed as a scholar, and his appearance was really not flattering, holding a folding fan in one hand. I thought I was very graceful and spread it out, revealing three big characters on the fan surface, "Luyang Sanqi"

Then, the scholar smiled slightly, showed a mouthful of yellow teeth, and said, "I'm waiting for Lu Yang Sanqi, I'm fortunate to be lucky!"