Fantasy: Immortality starts with absorbing demons

"Okay, Brother Chen, have fun!" Fang Shouming laughed, slapped the table, picked up the wine bottle, and drank the wine in big gulps.

In fact, he still doesn't understand. What does Chen Lingmo like about Zhong Han?

Zhong Han is not only fair-skinned, long-legged, and good-looking, but she also has a bit of talent, but that's all.

With Chen Lingmo's status, there are as many such women as he wants, and he can attract them with just a wave of his hand.

But if you don’t understand, you don’t understand. As long as it can help it achieve its goal, that is enough.

Isn't it just for this sentence that he and his father spent so much effort?

With such a huge favor and the current power of the Sanshan Sect, it seems that his father's status as deputy village owner will be turned into a full-time job someday.

At that time, he will be the son of the serious owner of the village, and the successor and helmsman of the next generation of Jingtian Village!

Thinking of this, Fang Shouming's breathing became a little hurried and his face flushed. He didn't know whether it was the effect of alcohol or his inner emotions.

"Brother Lingmo, please listen to my arrangements. All you need is this...and then..." He threw away the empty wine bottle in his hand, walked up to Chen Lingmo, and whispered a few words in his ear. sentence.

Chen Lingmo's expression also changed from surprise, sigh, admiration, and finally turned into a hint of expectation.

"Then, tonight, everything will be arranged by Brother Fang." There was even a hint of joy in his tone.

"Easy to say, Zhong Han is a girl who is gentle and kind, values ​​love and justice, and is extremely conservative and traditional. After this incident, I believe she will be completely obedient to Brother Chen." Fang Shouming blinked, as if everything was fine. In control.

"Then after the things I told you about last time are completed, I hope Brother Chen can help and say a few words of kindness in front of my respected father."

Now, he can't wait to increase the external pressure on Jingtian Village through Chen Lingmo's channels, accumulate the dissatisfaction of the major inner courts against the current village owner Zhao Ziyang, and thus promote the replacement of the village owner.

After all, even if Qinglong Zhao Ziyang becomes more famous and stronger, if he can't solve the sect's problems regardless of things, he is not qualified to continue to be the leader.

The final solution to this matter can only be his father, Fang He. In this way, everything seems to be just around the corner.

"No problem!" Chen Lingmo agreed readily.

The two looked at each other and laughed heartily.

Everything is unspoken.

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At this time of year, the weather is getting warmer, and the bare soil next to the flower lake is faintly covered with undulating green color. If you look closely, you can occasionally find small red and pink flowers, and the fragrance of the flowers spreads out from them, which makes you feel relaxed and happy.

A scene of intense vitality.

Han Yi walked along the flower lake and walked gently onto the lakeside path.

After he left Zhong Yunxiu's place, he originally wanted to go to Liu Song, Zhan Xiuying and other senior brothers and sisters to communicate, relax, listen to what happened recently, and connect with each other.

But it seems that among the many old disciples of Jiuquyuan who are stationed outside and hold positions, his territory of influence is the most distant, so he can only come in advance.

The others are not far from Jingtian Village, and they are probably planning to come over tomorrow when the competition will officially begin.

After all, in everyone's opinion, this is just an ordinary friendly competition between sects for exchanges and exchanges, and is not worthy of attention.

He finally went to find Senior Sister Zhong Han, but he couldn't find anyone. He wanted to find someone to chat with and exchange information, so he had no choice but to give up.

Finally, Han Yi followed his previous habit and came to the flower lake alone to relax.

Scenes from the past kept flashing by.

His eyes kept flashing with nostalgia.

Speaking of which, when he didn't have his own independent training venue in Jingtian Village, the remote, deserted and quiet surrounding Huahu Lake was also his best secret training base.

At that time, he had no resources, no friends, no strength, and was alone, practicing hard...

"Now that I think about it...it's a past event worth remembering..."

The past is like the wind, the gentle and warm spring breeze blows slowly, and Han Yi's black hair scattered on his back is constantly swaying because of this.

Inexplicably, his mind suddenly calmed down, and his energy and blood circulated slowly without any ripples.

The sun sets in the west, the afterglow is faint, and the fresh lake water is sparkling and moving with the pale yellow light. His mind was completely empty, distracting thoughts were eliminated, his heart was clear, and an indescribable mysterious feeling surged into his heart.

Human thoughts are complex and complex, like a steady stream of water, occurring all the time.

To get rid of all thoughts of lust, only the legendary saints are there.

Han Yi breathed naturally, let go of everything, and the aura from his body calmly dissipated. The pressure brought by the advancement of the Heaven-Building Technique also slowly converged, and he gradually blended into the surrounding environment.

"Junior Brother Han..."

I don't know how long it took, but a soft voice gently woke up Han Yi.

"Eh, senior sister?" Han Yi looked at the voice after being confused for a moment.

Zhong Han was wearing a green skirt, holding the hem of the skirt slightly with both hands. Seeing Han Yi turn around, he smiled slightly: "I was painting on the shore just now, and I saw a figure crumbling by the lake. I thought it was some junior brother or sister. I couldn't figure it out."

Han Yi was immediately embarrassed. He didn't know how long he had stayed here.

At this time, the sky is gradually getting lower, the sun is approaching dusk, and the sunset is fiery red.

He stood up slowly, and the bones and fascia all over his body made the sound of popping beans. He felt as if a burden had been lifted off his body, and a sense of relaxation and agility burst out from the inside out.

Even the feeling of irritability and boredom in his mind that a martial artist had suppressed his desire to fight for a long time also took this opportunity to disappear without a trace.

The period of meditation just now was a state similar to an epiphany.

Although there is no improvement in strength, this improvement in mentality will obviously help him in his future path in a far-reaching and lasting way.

"Junior Brother Han, what's wrong?" Seeing that Han Yi was a little dazed, Zhong Han asked softly.

Han Yi came back to his senses and responded quickly with a smile: "Oh, it's nothing."

He changed the subject and said: "By the way, Senior Sister, I wanted to find you before. I heard that tomorrow you will have a battle with the masters of the Sanshan Sect. I wonder how prepared you are and how confident you are?"

When Zhong Han heard this, the expression on her face was a little gloomy. The reason why she went to the flower lake to look at the paintings alone was because she didn't want to think too much about it and felt depressed.

She fought against a powerful martial artist, but she still didn't know the details. Even the outcome of this battle would have a major impact on the rest of her life.

Maybe, she could only prepare for the worst.

So she naturally didn't want to mention it more.