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Leaving aside the treasures of heaven and earth that can be found earlier, it is the last one...

Fang Shiyi squeezed the prescription tightly.

It's hard to say whether there is a big monster in the world, if there is, how to get the blood of the big monster?

There are many conflicts between the human race and the demon race, and the demon king is not a living Buddha who can save all living beings. Could it be that he was lucky enough to find the big demon and go up to ask for a few drops of blood essence?

The boiling blood was poured down by a basin of cold water, and there was almost a sense of ups and downs of great joy and great sorrow.

"Nanhai essence refers to the sea lotus that has grown for thousands of years under the South Sea. The bitter sea water can only be obtained by crossing the bitter sea. The flower of wood should be the essence of emerald wood in the Cangshan Mountains. Demon blood..." Meng Mingchao smiled slightly, stretched out his hand and gently opened Fang Shiyi's fingers, "Senior brother, the body of the big demon will not rot for a thousand years."

Fang Shiyi was stunned, stunned for a moment, and then suddenly remembered that the blood of the big demon is not inaccessible.

A hundred years ago, the big monster who caused chaos was besieged and suppressed by various sects in Central Continent. The big monster fled before he died, and he didn't know where he fell. After so many years, no one found it.

But no one found it but hope.

There is still a chance to find it.

Fang Shiyi took a deep breath, stabilized his mind, scanned the refining method of the antidote, and put away the prescription properly.

It wasn't until this moment that he realized something was wrong, and looked at Meng Mingchao in astonishment.

...Why does Xiao Mingchao seem to know everything?

Didn't even ask one more word, said one more word.

Meng Mingchao's face remained unchanged, his long eyelashes drooped and flickered slightly.The little beauty seemed shy and timid, Fang Sui was hesitant to speak, unable to ask, he could only press back his full of doubts, the heavy stone in his heart was not so blocked for a while, so he had the leisure to look carefully at the bookshelf in front of him.

What is placed on the bookshelf is not a fanatical training book.

It's a book that slips together.

After a closer look, it was quite similar to Fang Suyi's taste, scholarly witch, widow butcher, extremely fragrant.

Fang Suyi: "..."

If the old ancestor knew about it, I don't know whether he should be relieved now or he was so angry that he wanted to swindle his body back.

Searching around, he saw a booklet in the corner, the material was not the same as the others, he took it and opened it, and what he saw was the elegant and graceful handwriting of his ancestors.

I didn't pay much attention to it before, but now I look carefully, it seems to be very similar to Fang Suyi's handwriting.

Fang Shiyi touched the booklet, feeling a strange intimacy in his heart.

"A group of waste snacks, who have been chased and killed for thousands of miles by a few little bugs, have lived so many years in vain."

"The fortune teller said that there will be a catastrophe for Fang's family. Believe him, a charlatan, bah."

"I saw the snake I picked up when I was a child. Grandma's. I made a mistake. I should have strangled him in the first place."

"Why are the leaders of the monster clan full of long insects, dragons and dragons? I'm sick of snakes."

"...Just now, a four-legged one came."

"I heard a gossip secretly. That evil dragon is a distant relative of the East China Sea Dragon. He was congenitally deficient. He couldn't beat other big monsters when he was a child. He ran to seek justice with that dragon and was beaten up by his brother, saying that he was ashamed. .”

"The evil dragon has done all the evil things, slaughtered innocent people, and still wants to transform into a dragon? Tsk, I'm the first to disagree."

……

"The fortune teller is right, the Fang family is exhausted."

"Before my father and mother died in Yungu, my second brother...I feel ashamed of my elder brother. The more ominous I feel, Yungu may not be able to live in peace again, so I sent someone to send my second brother's widow and nephew away. , hope you are safe."

"I have tried countless methods, but I have failed. Forget it, if you seek benevolence, there is no need to be obsessed with it. But I hope future generations will learn from it. People who want everything will get nothing."

"Before I died, I made a fortune. Two descendants will come here after a thousand years. The first one will take my sword and reforge it. Very good, Cili will accompany me on expeditions all my life. I have many scars, so I should rest Rested, reborn."

"The second descendant... is my reincarnation."

Fang Suyi: "..."

Fang Suyi: "???"

Fang Suyi seemed to have been struck by lightning.

He put down the notebook and took a light breath—the ancestor was himself, even though he knew that the world was full of samsara, he was still a little dizzy.

Could it be that the ancestors were joking with the descendants?

Meng Mingchao was flipping through the storybook next to him with great interest, when he saw Fang Shiyi's expression was not right from the corner of his eye, he raised his head in doubt.

Fang Shiyi suppressed the turmoil in his heart, shook his head, and looked down in disbelief.

"What's the surprise, I don't have a bit of demeanor."

"My body died, my soul was shattered, and the rest were reincarnated and reincarnated. After thousands of years of reincarnation, it is probably not me anymore. You don't have to worry about it."

"The fortune-teller counts the sky and the earth, but he often can't count himself. I don't know why you came here. Now that you are here, you can take everything in the mansion. The treasure house is the Fang family's thousand-year accumulation. You can’t get in. I refine it with a secret method and form a world of my own. You can find a ring in the pile of magic treasures, refine it with a drop of blood, and you can come and go to the treasure house at any time in the future.”

"...Grandma's, the tortoise shell is cracked. The last time it cracked was because of that bastard thing...Let's not talk about it, future generations have their own way of life, and it's inconvenient for me to interfere too much."

"This time we set up a large formation, and accompany our Fang family's heroic soul to sleep here, and we don't know what it will look like when we reappear in the world after a thousand years."

The brochure is intermittent, and I probably write a few sentences when I feel interested.

But the information contained in it is enough to make Fang Shiyi overwhelmed.

At the end of the page, he put away the booklet, and after a moment of silence, he walked towards the pile of magic treasures, and after picking through them for a while, he found the ring covered in dust in the corner.

It was probably thrown here casually after refining.

Fang Shiyi picked up the ring with complicated emotions, put it on his hand, glanced lazily at the magic weapon next to him, waved at Meng Mingchao, and said boldly, "Take whatever you like."

Meng Mingchao was leaning against the bookshelf, silent as a jade man, he put down his notebook when he heard the sound, and set his eyes on him.

Fang Suyi: "..."

Meng Ming's eyes were burning.

Fang Shiyi turned cold and said, "Get out of here."

He dripped a drop of blood and melted into the ring, and the familiarity from his soul rushed over his face. He didn't need to think about anything, and he didn't even need to go to the treasure house to take a look, to know that there was nothing he wanted in it.

There is a space hidden in the ring, like a treasure bag, but it is more than twice as good as the treasure bag.Fang Shiyi felt a little relieved when he thought about his poor crafting skills.

There is still a difference from the ancestors, no, Fang Mantang was the strongest human monk of that era, proficient in everything, and good at everything.

... ashamed.

Sighing with a sense of loss, Fang Shiyi waved his hand to put away all the things on the ground, and looked up at Meng Mingchao as if lost for a moment.

The other party stood there indifferently, looking at the notebook in his hand, and turned another page.

Fang Shiyi remembered what was on the bookshelf, and choked: "What are you looking at!"

"The love history of a pair of senior brothers and sisters of a certain sect." Meng Mingchao put down the brochure, and said with a smile, "there is more than enough beauty, but not enough infatuation. It is not as good-looking as the ones that senior brothers hid in Lanyueju."

The co-authored family has been searched!

Fang Shiyi was extremely embarrassed, but he calmed down, relying on his thick skin, he didn't follow the little bastard's will and blushed.

I thought to myself but couldn't help thinking, do you... like me, or want to tease me.

After much deliberation, there was nothing Meng Mingchao could do, so Fang Shiyi could only keep his face cold, snatched the scripture book, stuffed it into the ring, walked out of the stone room, and put away the manuscript about Yanghui.

There was no problem left and right, and out of the cave with Meng Mingchao in his hand, Fang Shiyi touched the sword on his waist and murmured: "Although it's a bit strange, I'd better call you an old ancestor."

After finishing speaking, I bowed down and bowed.

The cave that had stood for a thousand years suddenly trembled, and in a moment, it collapsed. In the dust, he went away with the master who had lost his spirit thousands of years ago.

As if receiving some kind of induction, the treasure house cave next to it also trembled, and the gate of the cave slowly closed, becoming one with the mountain behind it without any trace.

Fang Shiyi took two steps back, looked at the ancestral hall again, and said, "Let's go."

I'm afraid that once they leave, this place will be closed forever.

The ancestral hall of the Fang family will remain here intact and will not be disturbed by future generations.

He had a lot of things to say, walking towards the lake, thinking about it, then he thought, Xiao Mingchao was by his side, so there was nothing he couldn't say.

"When my father came, he took out the rumored divine sword "Jianli," Fang Shiyi thought for a while, and then said, "I'm afraid I gave it to the master. After the master picked me up, he took the sword away." Reforged into Wangshu."

It's no wonder that Master would say the same maxim as Fang Mantang.

Just looking at the meaning... Could it be that the thousand-year-old ancestor is also like him, indecisive, with too many things that cannot be let go?

Fang Shiyi was thinking in a daze, unable to tell who he was for a while, walked straight to the lake, was held by Meng Mingchao and squeezed gently, and then he came back to his senses.

"Senior brother," the child he raised with his own hands lowered his head, and his cool lips pressed a light kiss on the back of his hand, and said lightly, "No matter what, you are the best, just be yourself."

Fang Shiyi felt that he was a bit stubborn, smiled, took back his hand, and said kindly and gently: "Brother also hopes that you can be yourself, don't miscalculate your mind because of temporary dependence."

"..." Meng Ming said coolly, "Brother probably wouldn't want to know when I had this delusional thought."

The two looked at each other for a moment, Fang Shiyi looked away embarrassingly, cursed a few words in his heart, worried about other people, wrapped himself in spiritual power, and got into the bottom of the water first.

With previous experience, this time the two quickly swam to the exit and surfaced, but the scene in front of them changed.

Not Yungu.

The two were teleported to a deserted forest, the surroundings were quiet, the sound of fighting disappeared, and it was unknown how far away they were from Yungu.

Fang Shiyi frowned, he couldn't tell where he was, and he didn't know which direction to go in order to leave the ancient battlefield. There were other people, and he didn't know what to do.

Meng Mingchao took a step behind, looked left and right, and suddenly said, "Brother, we seem to have brought something out."

"what?"

Fang Shiyi lowered his head following his line of sight, and met the dark eyes of a skull at the bottom of the water.

Fang Suyi: "..."

Skull: "Ka Ka Ka."

Fang Shiyi calmly drew his sword.

The skull tilted its head, half of its head came out of the water, stretched out its white finger bones, and flicked Wang Shu arrogantly.

Wang Shu let out a "hum".

Calling grievances.