Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

Southland, Fangfu.

It has been more than twenty years since I last came back. The biggest change here is that with the Lingtan as the center, mansions have appeared within a radius of ten miles.

What was originally a deserted place has become a sizable city. The most conspicuous thing in this city is Fangzhai.

"The old man is not here again? Neither are my parents and my little sister..."

Fang Chen frowned slightly, and with just one glance he realized that except for Fang Canyou and Fang Cangyue, all the people closest to him were not there.

"Taoist Priest, are you looking for someone?"

The nurse at the door saw Fang Chen and stepped forward to ask, with a trace of scrutiny in his eyes.

This guardian looks to be about forty or fifty years old. Although he is quite old, his cultivation is not weak. He is a longevity qi martial artist in the fourth realm of Earth Xuan.

"Wang Wu? You are so old..."

A smile appeared on Fang Chen's face.

After staying in the spiritual world for a long time, the passage of time becomes blurry. After all, for monks, decades will not make their faces look any older.

But for ordinary people, forty or fifty years may be the end of a careless life.

The other party was one of the military orphans adopted by Zeng Fang Mansion.

When Fang Chen met Senior Yunhe for the first time, Wang Wu was only in his early teens, and now he might even have grandchildren.

"The Crown Prince!? Is it the Crown Prince!?"

Wang Wu was startled at first, and then took a closer look. Isn't this the prince who has been away from home for many years? ?

He became extremely excited, his blood surged up, his eyes filled with tears, and he repeatedly shouted behind him:

"Hurry and inform the Second Young Master and the Third Young Lady that the Crown Prince is back!!"

"What!? The prince is back!?"

Fangzhai was completely boiling, and countless people ran out, including old people and young people.

When the elders saw Fang Chen, they cried as if he wanted no money, while the younger ones looked curious. They had only heard about this prince from the elders' mouths, but had never seen him in person.

When they saw that Fang Chen looked so young, they were filled with emotion.

Fang Chen entered the mansion surrounded by everyone. As soon as he walked to the front hall, he saw Fang Cangyue pushing a wheelchair.

Fang Cangyue looked at Fang Chen for a long time, with a smile on her face: "Xiao Chen, I knew you wouldn't die that easily."

"Little bastard, it's been more than twenty years since you left last time, and you've been waiting for more than twenty years since you left last time. Don't you be afraid that Third Uncle, I can't bear it. If I take a step ahead, I won't even be able to see you for the last time. arrive?"

Fang Canyou slapped the armrest of the wheelchair angrily and spit.

Judging from his energetic demeanor, he probably still has many years to live.

"Aunt, second uncle."

Fang Chen smiled and nodded, then looked at Fang Canyou: "Second uncle, even if you die, we can still meet. You don't have to worry about this in the future."

"What nonsense."

Fang Canyou curled his lips, then saw many people standing nearby, and immediately shouted:

"Is there nothing left to do? Let's go do something. He will definitely stay for several days when he comes back this time, so you can watch."

"Your Majesty, let's get to work first."

"Your Majesty, you are leaving this time, so please let me know."

Everyone was reluctant to leave, almost turning around and leaving.

After everyone left, Fang Chen and the other three came to the front hall, leaving no one to wait on them.

"Xiaochen, have you suffered these years outside?"

Fang Cangyue walked up to Fang Chen and gently touched his cheek, with a look of distress in her eyes.

"Auntie, were you and that person... also in Central Continent?"

Fang Chen looked strange.

Fang Cangyue nodded lightly: "I saw you several times through the Xuantian Mirror."

"He hasn't bullied you these years, has he?"

Fang Chen said.

"It's true that you haven't treated me badly. When you come back this time, are you going to Kyoto to look for him?"

A flash of hesitation flashed in Fang Cangyue's eyes: "He and I..."

"I've already met her, and I've also met this girl Yun Xin."

Fang Chen smiled and said, "Let's put aside the grudge between me and him for now, because there is one thing I haven't figured out yet."

"What? Have you seen that thing?"

Fang Canyou's expression changed: "He didn't do anything to you, right?"

"What can he do to me? He is not as good as me in terms of cultivation, and he is not as good as me in terms of background."

Fang Chen smiled lightly.

Fang Canyou breathed a sigh of relief: "That's true. After all, your second uncle is also the Southern King now. No matter what, he will give me face."

Fang Chen looked at Fang Cangyue.

Fang Cangyue said calmly: "The emperor named him the Southern King. The south of Daxia will be under his control, and the north of Daxia will be under the emperor's control.

However, the second brother was lazy and basically left everything to Xia Yuan to deal with. He had also been the Emperor of Great Xia, so he had no worries in managing the Southland. "

"It's not that I'm lazy, but this guy Xia Yuan is really good at managing things. We can't let such a talent sit idle and drink tea with a bunch of people every day, right?"

Fang Canyou snorted.

"Third uncle, aunt, where is the old man? Has he never come back?"

Fang Chen said with a strange expression.

"I came back once. I came back with your aunt and that thing Xia Xuanji."

Fang Canyou snorted coldly: "If it weren't for Yun Xin's sake, I would never be done with him, and every account would be settled thoroughly."

"What happened after that? The old man just left like this? Didn't he leave any words?"

Fang Chen pondered.

"talk?"

Fang Cangyou shook his head slightly: "I remember he didn't say anything to me."

"have."

Fang Cangyue nodded.

Fang Canyou looked at her in disbelief: "Third sister, what did the old man leave? Why didn't I know?"

"Dad said you don't need to know, it has nothing to do with you."

Fang Cangyue paused and looked at Fang Chen: "The old man said that the road you are walking on is very difficult. If you get tired one day, just turn around and come back here.

As long as he is still here, he can keep you safe and sound for the rest of your life. "

Fang Canyou suddenly laughed out loud, "Third sister, is dad confused? This kid wants him to keep him safe? Don't forget, Daxia can have this scene now, and our Fang family can be where we are today, but it's all because of this kid. It’s all made up of punches and kicks.”

Fang Chen and Fang Cangyue fell silent immediately.

Fang Chen patted Fang Canyou's shoulder lightly and sighed softly: "Second uncle, ignorance is a blessing.

I'll go for a walk outside. "

"Are you saying I'm ignorant? Stop right there!"

Fang Canyou subconsciously wanted to get out of the wheelchair, but suddenly thought of something, and could only stare at Fang Chen's back bitterly.

"Third sister, tell me honestly, are you hiding something from me?"

Fang Canyou looked at Fang Cangyue with a suspicious look on his face.

"It's not that I'm hiding it from you, I just didn't think it was necessary to say it before."

Fang Cangyue said softly: "I think dad was a monk a long time ago, and his cultivation is probably far beyond your imagination."

"Really? If that's true, how could he be seriously injured by someone named Ji when he was young..."

Fang Canyou looked stunned.

"I don't know that."

Fang Cangyue shook her head, with a smile on her face: "I'm fine now, Chen'er is worry-free, and I have let go of my last worry."

…

Fang Chen originally wanted to fly directly to Qixuanzong to see Huangfujie and look for Lao Huang and others on the way, but suddenly he felt that it seemed that he had not slowed down and appreciated the scenery of this world for a long time.

"Grandma, do you really know the ancestor of Qixuan Sect?"

"I heard that the ancestor of Qixuan Sect was once a good friend of Fang Junshen. Have you met Fang Junshen?"

"Grandma, you..."

"Can't you just say a few words? You're seriously ill now, so it's best not to be tired. As for Fang Junshen, grandma, I really know him."

Fang Chen's eyes moved and he turned around to look.

On the mountain road to Qixuan Sect, about a dozen martial artists appeared, led by a white-haired old lady.

On her back, there was a child with a tiger-headed head, but the child's face was pale and there was not even a hair on his head. It looked like he was seriously ill.