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Most of those who are about to make moves and conspire against others are very cautious, and before they are completely sure, they all keep a low profile. Only the Yaozu and those little bastards and evil cultivators are the only ones who are leading the way and tossing non-stop.

After the new Dao calendar year, more and more demon clans and evil cultivators have sprung up like mushrooms after a spring rain. They adhere to the principle of "you run away if you are disgusted", and they come to idle every day, and they are born like a mouse with a hole in it. , the human righteous monks were very troubled and worried.

By the time another snow fell the following year, the orthodox monks had gotten used to it.

Another year, the habit turns to numbness.

If you go to Bai Yujing to buy two or three "Zui Chunsheng", everyone will habitually have a drink and greet each other: "Did the evil cultivator go to the house to greet you today?"

"Of course it's here. Like Dianmao, my disciples are not so diligent."

"Coincidentally, it's time for the Yaozu to come to my place to make a fuss. I'll go back after drinking this cup."

Everyone sighed and dispersed.

The wind swept in from the Shanhaizhu, and wet the hilltops. The flowers and trees in Lanyuejuli were purple and white, white and purple, and the threatened saplings moved inches cautiously, growing with difficulty in a place full of spiritual energy. In the small courtyard, I am afraid that if I accidentally grow too fast, the roots will be dug up.

Finally, in another new year, when the snow had just covered the mountain, the demon army broke through the first line of defense in the north——

The Yaozu finally waited for the right time to buy the headlines of the Cultivation of Immortals tabloid, announcing openly that they had revived from the ashes.

The northern demons rushed forward, and there were many ghosts behind them.

In the front, you were beaten to death, and the evil cultivators of the monster race sent carbon into the fire.

As Lu Tingchi said, Central Continent is in chaos.

The peaceful days that lasted for a hundred years were shattered by the shocking thunder that pierced the sky a few years ago.

Probably the big demon who had been sleeping for a hundred years finally accepted the fact that his parents were gone, and began to take revenge seriously.

The monsters that have disappeared in the "Thousand Monsters Illustrated Book" came out from the cracks in the ground to make trouble, and the evil heretics followed behind to light the fire. There is no chaos.

It's just that the monster race and the human race hate each other. Thousands of years ago, the two races fought lingeringly for hundreds of years, and finally fought in Yungu. Will be soft, but all cities and villages that are not protected by immortal cultivators cannot escape a massacre.

The evil cultivators who followed behind the Yaozu calmly picked up the corpses scattered all over the place, and performed formations to refine the corpses and gather grievances.

The exorcised walking corpses were everywhere, and the world became a purgatory for a while.

The young disciples in the Fuyun Pavilion have also grown up. When they saw such news, their backs shivered for a while, and they fell silent. The innocence that was carefully cared for by the masters of the sect was gradually stripped away. They stopped playing around and gritted their teeth to practice hard .

When Fang Shiyi came out of the Floating Cloud Hall, the sky was snowing again.

Several elders gathered several big disciples from each peak and some deacons and elders, and had a discussion.Now that there is great chaos down the mountain, it is impossible for the various sects and aristocratic families to sit idly by, and at this moment, it is time for the juniors to experience the outside world.

Outside the main hall is an extremely wide square. There is a huge bronze tripod with mountains, rivers, seas, sun, moon, stars, living creatures and plants engraved on it. There are always disciples discussing and practicing near the giant tripod. Today it snowed heavily. It was much quieter.

There is a man standing under the eaves, the umbrella that he had just come all the way is held by a big cat, and the little boy who is facing Fang Shiyi is holding a hand stove in his arms, with long eyelashes and picturesque eyes, and one hand stretched out of the eaves , took a few snowflakes, and the snowflakes fell to his thin white fingertips, but they didn't melt for a while.

Most immortal cultivators are not afraid of the cold and heat, but the young boy wore a fox fur over his thick clothes, but his face was so pale that it was almost transparent, as if he was about to melt with the snow.

Fang Shiyi held the sword and looked at it for a while, then said with a smile: "Hey, where is this little beauty, is she being admired by Xue?" Then, he walked over and rubbed the boy's soft hair, "I've been watching it for several years Don’t get tired of it? Cover your hands, it’s time to freeze.”

Meng Mingchao withdrew his fingers, turned his head, looked at Fang Shiyi, but rarely smiled.

Fang Shiyi stretched out his hand to take the umbrella handed by the big cat next to him and opened it. He pulled out the bird steak nestled in his arms to keep warm and threw it on Dandan. After walking for a while, seeing that Meng Mingchao was still silent, he coughed twice. Racking my brains to think about how to coax the child.

In the past few years, Meng Mingchao has become more and more clingy. Fang Shiyi has no relatives since he was a child, so he really treats Meng Mingchao as his younger brother.

It's just a little nerve-wracking if you stick too much.

Can't be beaten, can't be scolded, can't be said, it's even harder to handle than Xiao Minghe.

Just as he was thinking, Meng Ming suddenly said, "When will senior brother go down the mountain?"

Fang Shiyi was startled: "Tomorrow."

Meng Mingchao nodded silently, his eyes flickering.

"Xiao Mingchao." Fang Suyi interrupted what he was about to speak in time, and said seriously, "Don't talk about other teachers, even I will never agree with you to follow."

Meng Mingchao felt wronged.

Fang Shiyi looked away, pretending he didn't see it: "It's not a joke to fight against the demon clan Xiexiu."

Meng Ming opened his mouth, a gust of cool wind poured into his throat, and immediately coughed a few times, his blood surged up, and his face looked better: "Then can I still see my brother from time to time?"

"Of course." Fang Shiyi raised his hand to gather the fox fur for him, and made a guess, "I will come back in about a few months."

Of course, Meng Mingchao was not happy with the general word "a few months" and the endless "probably". One side is less than the other side, if I wait on the mountain, I don’t know how many times I can see my senior brother..."

Fang Shiyi's eyelids twitched heavily, his rare anger was ignited by every word from the beginning to the end of this sentence, and he slapped him on the head with a black face: "Nonsense!"

After speaking, he stuffed the umbrella into his hand with a sullen face, stepped out a few steps, walked a few steps against the wind and snow, and ignored people.

Meng Mingchao threw off the umbrella in a hurry, followed in a few steps, grabbed Fang Shiyi's sleeve, and obediently admitted his mistake: "I shouldn't have said such things, brother, I was wrong, don't ignore me."

How long have you been using this set?

Fang Shiyi was expressionless, and glanced at the snow dumpling.Meng Mingchao, who was in his teens, was still thin and childish. He grew up under his nose, and he didn't seem to have changed much.

Like a small animal, Meng Mingchao tugged at his sleeve pitifully, fawning over him.

Fang Shiyi was angry and funny, and smacked him hard on the forehead: "How old are you and you don't have the sense to speak, it's because I usually ask too little of you."

Meng Ming looked at him eagerly.

After Fang Suyi got the crown, he was quite calm, not as jumpy as he was when he was a teenager, even if he was angry, he could quickly suppress it, looked at the ancestor again, raised his hand to put him under his arm, and pulled him into his arms.

Eggy looked left and right, saw that no one was holding an umbrella, so she had to hold it in her beak to support that silly bird above her head.

"Your second and third senior brothers will also go down the mountain together." Fang Shiyi slowed down for a while, and finally calmed down the irritated anger completely, and said slowly, "If you are alone in the courtyard, you have to take care of yourself. Remember to drink medicine. This year is colder than last year, if you can’t get up in the morning, you don’t need to practice swords, and go out when the wind and snow are lighter.”

When winter came, Meng Mingchao was so sleepy that he staggered here and there, lying on the big cat's body every day, being carried there, and then carried back by Fang Shiyi.

Xiao Minghe couldn't understand Meng Mingchao even more, he mocked Fang Suyi for picking up a junior brother, obviously picking up an ancestor.

Every time at this time, Qi Chu reminded worriedly: "Second senior brother, be merciful with your words, and be careful to attract evil spirits again."

——Every time Xiao Minghe was eccentric, he would dream of ghosts that night. After a few years, when he heard a loud scream from the next door in the middle of the night, the others in the yard habitually turned over and covered their ears, pretending nothing happened.

Listening to his detailed instructions, Meng Mingchao had a little smile in his eyes, and passed away in a blink of an eye, hugging Fang Shiyi nostalgicly.

Fang Shiyi chuckled: "It's like the green vine in old man Cen's yard. I said, Junior Brother, you were not transformed by a snake demon, right? I'm so entangled that I can't walk."

Meng Mingchao's eyes flickered: "What do you think, brother?"

"The sticky cake must have changed." Fang Shiyi carelessly rubbed his hair.

Meng Mingchao didn't say a word to answer.

In the early morning of the next day, Fang Shiyi got up lightly while the little ancestor in the bed hadn't woken up. He made a trick to tidy up his clothes, leaned over to pick up the big cat, faced the pair of purple pupils, and lowered his voice: " Protect him."

The big cat shook its tail, raised its paw to rub against the soft pad, and blinked.

Fang Shiyi smiled, put it down, and pushed the door out without a sound.

Outside the house, Xiao Minghe and Qi Chu were already getting ready to go. Seeing him coming out, Xiao Minghe glanced at the door behind him: "Is your ancestor not making trouble?"

"Suppressed." Fang Shiyi said casually, just as he was about to leave with the two of them, he suddenly felt something, and leaned over to pick up a white flower of a flower tree - six petals, shaped like ice and snow.

He carefully wrapped the petals in a handkerchief, put them in his arms, and said, "Let's go."

Xiao Minghe is looking for trouble: "Tsk, I don't think it's dirty."

Qi Chu cheerfully followed Fang Shiyi to pick up two flowers, leaned over and handed them to him: "The elder said that people who travel far away can return safely if they bring something with spirits at home. Flowers and trees have spirits, second senior brother , take it with you too."

Xiao Minghe sneered: "Your Excellency Gui Geng?"

Qi Chu has a docile personality, he didn't take it seriously, and was about to put the flower back, when a gust of wind passed between his fingers, Fang picked up a flick of his fingers, and flicked the flower into Xiao Minghe's arms.

"...Are you sick?" Xiao Minghe squeezed out the words through his teeth, "Just follow the elders down the mountain to have a look, do you think you are going to the front line of the northern border?"

Fang Shiyi raised his hand and hooked his shoulders with Qi Chu's. The two of them stared at him unblinkingly.

Xiao Minghe: "..."

Chief Xiao Minghe took a deep breath, with a worried expression on his face, he rudely stuffed the flower into the treasure bag: "Let's go! It's going to be late!"

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The fast-falling holiday is over :(