Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

The old man in white took Xia Ji and others away. Before leaving, he left three sword intentions on Fang Chen's grave.

In his words, even if the third level came here and saw these three sword intentions, they would have to leave obediently and not dare to act rashly.

Fairy Jade did not leave with them, but stayed here alone and built a wooden house next to Fang Chen's grave.

"Your Majesty, I couldn't always stay with you before, but from today on, I will appear in front of you every day, so please don't bother me."

Fairy Jade looked at the tombstone and smiled slyly, then sat in front of the tombstone and talked about her experiences after going to Xuxian Sword Sect with the female sword cultivator.

Fang Chen also sat next to her and listened quietly, occasionally replying a few words, but it was a pity that Fairy Yu couldn't hear her.

After a few hours, Fairy Jade finally said she was tired and went back to her room to meditate.

Fang Chen looked at where Da Xia was.

He did not follow Xia Ji and the others back because he knew that with the old man in white and the female sword cultivator, Xia Ji could use their strength to solve all problems.

Half a year has passed in a blink of an eye.

Xia Ji and the female sword cultivator came here in the dust.

The female swordsman went to find the Jade Fairy, but Xia Ji came to the tombstone and whispered:

"In the past six months, I have uncovered some remnants of the Blood Spirit Sect. Now Daxia, Qingsong, Longdu and other countries have completely returned to normal, and there will be no problems in a short time.

And Senior Huang, he left seven sword intentions in our Daxia, which is enough to protect Daxia for a hundred years. A hundred years later, I should also be strong enough to do something for Daxia. "

After a pause, he said, "By the way, the emperor you chose, Xia Yuan, is not bad. Although he is a bit young, with Fifth Uncle, Jiang Shangshu and the others taking care of him, he will soon become a wise king."

"I also went to your house. The old man is in good health and his cultivation level is quite high. Your parents were playing around. When I went, they had just gone out and I couldn't see them.

And your second uncle sits in a wheelchair all day long. I obviously found that his legs are good. By the way, his martial arts training has been promoted to Tianxuan.

As for Fang Zhixue, this girl has now become the number one master in Great Xia, challenging everyone everywhere. To be honest, using monk methods is indeed a bit disgraceful. If you come back alive in the future, you can say something about her. "

"And your three demon cultivator disciples. I gave them some spirit stones. They seem to be quite loyal. Having them guarding Fang Mansion can be regarded as a security guarantee."

"Then... I went to that steamed bun shop. The owner passed away last year. His son inherited the family business and the steamed buns he made were pretty good. They tasted like we were when we were kids. You'd better try them when you're alive."

Xia Ji rambled for a long time. After an unknown period of time, he suddenly fell silent for a few breaths, and then said with a wry smile:

"I dare not tell you about your current situation. They all think you are practicing outside. I really dare not tell you. Don't blame me."

"I don't blame you..."

Fang Chen sighed lightly.

The old man and the others still don't know their current situation. This is a good thing. At least Daxia will not cause some chaos because of this.

Anyway, he was confident that his physical body would come back to life sooner or later. Instead of letting them worry for nothing, it was better to hide it for now.

At this moment, the female swordsman and the Jade Fairy came over together. The Jade Fairy's eyes were red, and she had obviously cried.

"Your Majesty, I can't accompany you anymore. Senior sister said that I have been on the twelfth level of Qi Refining for a long time. It's time to go back and build the foundation. Come back after I succeed in building the foundation."

Jade Fairy said with a cry.

"Little Junior Sister, when that time comes, I will come with you."

The female swordsman said softly.

Then, she glanced at Xia Ji: "In the future, when you are free, you can also go to the Xuxian Sword Sect to find us. Remember my name. I am the Xuxian Sword Sect's Jijianfeng Jing Yuehan."

After saying that, the female swordsman took the Jade Fairy and left through the air.

Seeing them flying away, Xia Ji took out the wine and braised vegetables, sat on Fang Chen's grave and drank with him all night.

The next day, Xia Ji left slowly with a hint of drunkenness.

"Let's meet again then."

Fang Chen smiled and waved his hand.

After Xia Ji walked away, he turned around and looked at the jade coffin. The soil could not block his gaze.

In the jade coffin, his body had undergone some changes. Under the sallow skin, there was a hint of blood.

This is obviously a good thing, indicating that his physical body is indeed recovering. As long as the time comes and the physical body is restored to its original state, he will be able to live again.

In the blink of an eye, another half year has passed.

Fang Chen counted the time and found that it had been almost two years since he left Daxia.

During this period, travelers occasionally passed by and stayed in the wooden house. They would also burn a stick of incense in front of his grave, treating him as the owner of the wooden house.

"Is this here?"

Suddenly, a figure approached from far away. When it was about to approach the grave, the figure suddenly accelerated its speed and came to the grave like a bolt of lightning.

"No, it's impossible!"

Fang Zhixue looked at the words on the tombstone, and her eyes suddenly turned red.

"Why are you here, little sister?"

Fang Chen frowned slightly.

Xia Ji clearly said that he didn't tell them his situation, so why could Fang Zhixue find this place?

"Hmm...maybe Xiaoke and Miss Qingyao said it?"

Fang Chen sighed lightly.

"How could my brother die so easily! I don't believe it!"

Fang Zhixue reached out to dig the soil as she spoke, but she stopped immediately. After a moment of silence, she chuckled:

"It must be a lie to me, I don't believe it!"

After saying that, Fang Zhixue turned and left.

"I'm at the fourth level of Qi refining, but my cultivation level hasn't declined."

Fang Chen smiled.

He believed that Fang Zhixue would adjust her mentality soon. This girl would not need others to worry about her from childhood to adulthood.

Fang Chen glanced at the jade coffin. In the jade coffin, his bones had undergone some changes.

The ruddy color under the skin is already quite obvious, and the body is even rounder than before, indicating that the flesh and blood are being reorganized.

"Just enough time will be enough."

Fang Chen smiled faintly and turned back to the wooden house.

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye it’s winter again.

A huge tiger stepped on the thick snow and slowly came to the tombstone.

It kowtowed nine times with its knees on the ground, and then ran into the forest and lived there. Occasionally, it would come and wander around the tombstone.

"Master Hushan is here too..."

Fang Chen shook his head gently.

A few months later.

Xu Ge, Tiema, Huang Sihai, and Zhao Yan came to the tombstone with more than a dozen figures.

"Your Majesty, we are here to see you."

Xu Ge said while placing the drinks.

Fang Chen stood aside and looked at these Daxia hidden guards, feeling suddenly relieved.

Zhao Yan has not yet begun to practice the Purple Qi Jue, but his martial arts cultivation has firmly reached the realm of the Martial Emperor.

The fourth level of Tianxuan, Emperor Qi!

Xu Ge and Huang Sihai both have spiritual power in their bodies and have reached the second level of Qi refining.

Tiema doesn't seem to have the talent for cultivation, but his martial arts skills are gradually increasing, and he is now at the third level of Earth Xuan.

The others are also pretty good, a few are already at the first level of Qi Refining, and the rest are not weak in martial arts either.

They have truly grown up and can stand on their own.

At night, everyone drank in front of Fang Chen's grave. If anyone had a drink, he would pour one for Fang Chen.

"How can I withstand the way you drink? It's not like I won't get drunk after a thousand cups."

Fang Chen muttered softly.

Suddenly, Huang Sihai started to cry loudly. The cry attracted Hushan Jun, but it recognized Huang Sihai and just stood quietly and watched from a distance.

The next day, everyone packed up and left.

Fang Chen took another look at his physical body.

Well, not bad, recovering in an orderly manner.