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Naturally, the world cannot be black and white, but now Zhongzhou only hears the righteous way and does not see the evil way, because it was wiped out by several sects headed by Shanhaimen, and the remaining small group scattered half dead and fled without a trace no trace.

The "those who came from the northern border" that Mu Tianshi said was, as expected, the remnants of evil spirits and heretics.

Fang Shiyi was very puzzled: "Why do these demons and heretics like to beat around the bush and play tricks?"

Weng Cheng: "I can't beat your master."

Makes sense.

After drinking a cup of Tianze Mountain Xueya with a twisty taste, Fang Shiyi rubbed his brows to bid farewell to Weng Cheng. As soon as he walked out, he saw a group of girls in white clothes surrounded Meng Mingchao, their round eyes were full of "wow", staring at him intently. with him.

Meng Mingchao hugged the little wooden sword nervously, his face flushed a little, he didn't know if it was from coughing or from embarrassment.Seeing that he finally came out, he quickly shouted: "Senior brother!"

Fang Shiyi was in a good mood, squatted down, took out the pine nut candy he was carrying with him, touched the little girl's head one by one with a smile, pulled the braids of the other girl, divided the candy, and "overcame the thorns" and will be thrown into prison The little devil who didn't live up to expectations was picked out.

He also fed Meng Mingchao lumps of candy, and when he was leading him back, Fang Shiyi said, "Xiao Mingchao, you don't have the demeanor of your senior brother back then."

Meng Mingchao coughed a few more times, looked sideways at Fang Shiyi, with a complex look under his clear eyes: "What demeanor?"

This stopped Fang Shiyi from asking.

After he fell into the sea of ​​misery, he was also a sick child for quite a long time. For at least a few years, he never stepped out of Lanyueju, or he was on Mingshao Peak, drinking medicine every day, and soaking in the medicine jar for the whole life. They all smell like medicine.

He was originally a restless character, suffocating to death, his only pleasure was Xiao Minghe, but it's a pity that Xiao Minghe has always looked like that since he was a child, very unlovable.When he recovered completely, he couldn't hold back and ran out to run wild in the mountains and plains.

If you want to talk about the experience of living among thousands of flowers... I really don't have one.

Throughout the ages, those who can write like to write nonsense. Fang Shiyi is not only a legendary figure who fell into the sea of ​​suffering and survived the catastrophe, but also the first disciple of Wen Xiuyue, the number one sword cultivator in the world. Of course, he will not let him go.

Although Fang Suyi is not very old - what's wrong with being young?Young people are frivolous, and of course good wine and swords accompanied by beautiful women are indispensable.

Ashamed, after living for 16 years, apart from female ghosts and elders, in fact, Fang Shiyi has never held other girls' catkins.

Fang Shiyi was sad for a moment, and his face remained calm: "Brother, of course he is that... a gentleman."

Meng Mingchao glanced at him silently.

Fang Shiyi's face was not flushed and his heart was not beating: "Last year's Qiqiao Festival, the younger sisters who lined up and rushed to give me a sachet can go around Shanhaimen a few times."

Meng Mingchao: "..."

Fang Shiyi continued to brag: "Follow master to the symposium, and the seniors and sisters of other sects will blush when they see me."

Meng Mingchao: "...Brother is happy?"

"Naturally." Fang Shiyi secretly wiped off his cold sweat, and said with a smile, "The girls are so cute."

After having a Taoist companion, he also wants to have a daughter to spoil him.

Meng Ming looked sideways at Fang Shiyi's joyful look, somehow, he suddenly felt very uncomfortable, his face got angry, and Fang Shiyi didn't wink at him, and continued: "Little thing, learn from your senior brother and beg girls Huanxin is also a form of cultivation... Hey!"

Caught off guard by the unsheathed wooden sword, Fang Shiyi somehow offended this little ancestor. He lowered his head inexplicably, and saw Meng Mingchao pursing his pale lips, suppressing his cough, frowning slightly, and sighed helplessly. In a low tone, he rubbed his head: "Okay, okay, senior brother will stop talking. Why, afraid that senior brother won't spoil you?"

He didn't know what he thought of, and suddenly there was a flying smile on his brows and eyes: "Why are you so vigilant, so guarded against other people, but you trust your brother so much?"

Meng Mingchao had sugar in his mouth, like a kitten that has been touched comfortably, and he leaned over eagerly, tugging on Fang Shiyi's hanging sleeve, and whispered: "Brother, this looks familiar."

"Familiar?" Fang Shiyi raised his eyebrows.

Meng Mingchao didn't answer.

Fang Shiyi led him and walked on the stone steps in the mountain. The mist was shrouded and the water vapor was thick. The stone steps that had been laid for thousands of years had long been worn smooth by pairs of shoes. Shiyi's sleeves were clenched tightly again.

The opening day of Lingshou Mountain was approaching in no time. On the opening day, the brothers and sisters got up early.Meng Mingchao was not in good health, he was extremely lethargic in the morning, and he was dazed for a long time after waking up. Fang Shiyi took his little clothes, stretched out his hand when he asked, and raised his leg when he asked, like a doll with talismans on it.

When he woke up completely, Fang Shiyi was already combing his hair skillfully with a mahogany comb.

Meng Mingchao yawned a little, with tears in his eyes: "Aren't the second and third senior brothers going?"

Fang Suyi: "Recite the surnames of the four great families."

"Xiao, Bai, Qi, Luo," Meng Mingchao woke up completely, and suddenly realized, "Second Senior Brother and Third Senior Brother are the 'hateful rich people' that Senior Brother said!"

Fang Shiyi tied his hair up, pinched his face with a snort and said, "Don't worry, brother, even if he's poor and poor, he can still support you, a little worthless."

As he said that, he couldn't help but poked Meng Mingchao's soft belly: "Look at her so weak, how can she be so edible?"

Meng Mingchao was uncomfortably poked and coughed a few times weakly. Fang Shiyi quickly followed his back: "It's windy on Lingshou Mountain, don't let the wind blow you away."

The elder brother's words were really not pleasant to listen to, Meng Ming looked at him dissatisfied, and found that he had finished grooming himself, but he was unkempt, tied up with a hair tie casually, and a few strands of black hair ran out mischievously along his bend The movement of the waist drooped and rubbed against his face, which was cool and itchy.

He stretched out his hand to grab it, twisted it between his fingers, and a little smile appeared in his eyes again.

Spirit Beast Mountain is close to Shanhaimen, and as long as the disciples want to go, they will get a sign and follow the team.It's just that those whose cultivation level is too low and have no one to follow to protect them will be dismissed by the deacon elders.

The last time the Spirit Beast Mountain was opened, Fang Shiyi failed to go there, but even if he went, he might not be able to find a destined spirit beast to sign a blood contract-like the so-called "fairy fate", it is a very ethereal thing.

There are very few monks who can successfully sign a blood contract with a spirit beast. Fang has been unlucky for many years. Even if he is used to having fun in hardship, he is not arrogant enough to think that he will be one of the very few. He has the right to be a little junior brother. to relax.

At three quarters of the hour, the disciples gathered on the mountain platform.The fifth elder Xiao Lin who led the team saw that Fang Shiyi's nose was not his nose, and his eyes were not his eyes. He glanced at Meng Mingchao who was following him, and sneered inexplicably: "Brother, this habit of picking up trash has not changed for many years. "

In front of many fellow students, it is not easy to talk back to the elders, Fang Shiyi raised his eyelids, neither soft nor hard: "Just kidding, Fifth Master Uncle has not changed."

Meng Mingchao frowned slightly.

Xiao Lin snorted, seeing everyone gathered, waved his sleeves, and saw a small boat flying out, circling in the air, rising against the wind, almost covering the sun in a short while.The little disciples got used to it and boarded the boat calmly. Fang Shiyi glanced at Meng Mingchao, and found that the little guy had no expression, his face was tense, and he was in a bad mood.He rubbed his ears and whispered: "To deal with your Fifth Senior Uncle and Second Senior Brother, as long as you don't hear, don't ask, don't ask, you can suffocate them to death, don't be angry."

Meng Mingchao whispered: "I don't want senior brother to be bullied."

Fang Shiyi's heart warmed, and he pinched his face with a smile: "Which eye saw me being bullied? What do you care about when others say something?"

Meng Ming looked at him for a while, then nodded with difficulty.

The ship pierced through the clouds and fog at an extremely fast speed, but arrived at the place in a few moments.Because it was in the sheltered territory of Shanhaimen, Xiao Lin didn't care too much, with his hands in his sleeves, he said calmly: "Come out before dark, if you encounter any accidents, release the flying flowers in your hands, and I and other elders will come in time."

The disciples waited for him to turn his head, and immediately got into the mountain forest happily.

There are other law enforcement elders of Shanhaimen near Lingshou Mountain, so it is hard to say how dangerous it is, Fang Suyi didn't care, greeted other disciples, and led Meng Mingchao for a while.The road up the mountain was quite rough, with vines and tree roots on the ground. After walking for a while, Fang Suyi simply carried Meng Mingchao on his back.The child is so light that it doesn't weigh much on the back.

As it went deeper, the woods gradually darkened, and the voices of people around just now also disappeared.The Spirit Beast Mountain was empty, and those spirit beasts seemed to be hiding, using their only spiritual wisdom to secretly observe who they were going to follow.

Fang Shiyi said from the bottom of his heart: "It feels like entering a special kiln."

With flickering clear eyes, Meng Ming innocently asked his filthy elder brother: "What is a kiln?"

"..." Fang Shiyi insisted, "Did I speak? No. You heard it wrong."

Feeling guilty, he suddenly staggered heavily, and accidentally stepped into a pit, almost throwing Meng Mingchao out.

Just after he breathed a sigh of relief, there seemed to be a strange snoring sound nearby, and a strange fragrance wafted along with him. Fang Shiyi had just tempered himself in Lushui Town, and calmly lifted his junior brother up, just about to comfort him Xiaotuanzi on his back suddenly sensed something was wrong.

...Why is the little thing behind getting heavier and heavier?

Can the little guy gain weight instantly?