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Wang Shujian does have a spirit, but this sword spirit is young and a little mentally handicapped, like a child.

One person and one sword grew up together. In the past, when Fang Shiyi was practicing swords, he would be poked by this broken sword if he practiced for a short time, and he would be poked if he practiced for a long time-the uncle wanted to rest.

It's rare to see it cowardly.

Fang Shiyi weighed it up, but didn't make a move immediately. He tugged Meng Mingchao and pulled him back ashore.

The skeleton grumbled at the bottom of the water for a while, and slowly crawled out. The skeleton was white and crystal clear, quite tall.

The two sides looked at each other in silence for a moment, and the white skeleton seemed to be very novel about the outside world, his head turned around and clicked.

Meng Mingchao squinted his eyes, put his index and middle fingers together, and raised his hand silently.

Fang Shiyi noticed his small movements this time, and pressed him back without lifting his eyelids.Meng Mingchao was stunned for a moment, a smile flashed in his eyes, and he clasped his hand instead.

The two hands were entangled under the sleeves for a while, Fang Shiyi was defeated, his hands were held tightly, he cursed his mother secretly, and hesitantly called: "This... senior?"

The skeleton stroked his chin and gave him a little glance.

Fang Shiyi has a complicated heart.

He and Meng Mingchao didn't even notice this... ghost.

When did you follow me?

It doesn't look malicious though.

Fang Shiyi pondered for a while, and asked tentatively, "Senior, do you know which direction Yungu is going?"

The skeleton remained unresponsive.

Fang Shiyi thought for a while, then he had a flash of inspiration, changed to an old saying, and repeated what he said just now.

This time, the skeleton tilted his head and understood. He took a few glances at Wangshu, took off his head, wiped it, and walked eastward.

After walking a few steps, Fang Shiyi and Meng Mingchao didn't keep up, and threw their heads over impatiently.

Meng Mingchao raised his hand to block it, and bounced his head back, not sure: "Brother, he seems to be asking us to follow."

Fang Shiyi couldn't pull back his hand several times, he stepped up to follow, and threatened in a low voice: "If you don't let go, I will cut off your hand."

"Cut it off," Meng Ming seemed to have an indistinct smile towards the end of his eyes, "Shiyi, as long as you are ruthless, not to mention hands, even the head can be chopped off."

"..."

Fang Shiyi didn't want to talk to him anymore.

Ever since seeing the man in black, Meng Mingchao has been a little crazy.

And the madness didn't stop, but got bigger and bigger.

Even though he really didn't want to admit it, what emerged from those familiar beautiful eyes was a desire that exploded after being suppressed for a long time... similar to possessive desire.

Fang Shiyi felt uncomfortable just thinking about it.

In the world, Yin and Yang are in harmony, and intercourse between men and women is the right way.However, there are no surprises throughout the ages, and it is not a miracle for two men and two women to be together, and he has no objection to this.

For example, even if one day Xiao Minghe and Qi Chu got together, Fang Suyi would not be surprised.

What surprised him was that the child he raised with his own hands had such an idea.

Fang Shiyi is young, and has the heart of an old father, but unfortunately, he can't do it to the arrogant and poisonous Xiao Minghe and the mature and prudent Qi Chu. The other disciples in the Shanhaimen are close, but they all have a part for him. The mind of reverence and worship.

Meng Mingchao was the one who raised him the most easily and happiest since he was a child.

He really raised him as his younger brother and youngest son.

Thinking about it, Fang Shiyi became more and more annoyed—little bastard, it's fine to mess with yin and yang, but he still wants to commit incest!

Outrageous.

He thought, his subordinates no longer showed mercy, and hit with a dark force, Meng Ming numbed his arm, and the force in his hand loosened.Fang Shiyi withdrew his hand, and decided to speak clearly on this short road first, lest this bastard would always move his hands and feet: "Xiao Mingchao."

Meng Ming blinked his glass-like eyes, which were covered with a faint mist, as if he had suffered some great grievance.

"Don't look at me like that, this trick is useless," Fang Shiyi turned his eyes away hard-heartedly, and stared at Senior Bone who was walking and tossing the nearby gadgets not far away, "Whether you like a man or a woman, it is The righteous way is the evil way, even the monster race, the brothers have no objection, except me."

Meng Mingchao's eyes dimmed: "Brother, you mean you can't do it?"

"Yes." Fang Shiyi answered firmly.

Meng Mingchao didn't start: "I'm different. I can't do it if I'm not a senior brother."

Fang Shiyi was expressionless: "Really, then you will be disappointed, I like pretty girls."

Meng Ming raised his eyebrows and turned his head actively: "Brother, what you mean is that it's fine if I'm a woman?"

If Fang Shiyi can like him, it doesn't matter if he is a man or a woman.

It's nothing more than a skin.

Fang Shiyi met his fiery gaze, his scalp went numb, and he felt that he couldn't respond to these words.

Who knows what the little bastard can do.

He said with a straight face: "No."

Meng Mingchao was disappointed for a while, then smiled slightly: "I will wait for my brother to change his mind."

"Then wait forever."

Fang Shiyi was so angry that his teeth itched, he flicked his head hard, touched Wang Shu who had been a little restless since Senior Bone appeared, and quickly stepped forward to keep up with him.

Uncle Bone folded his hands, glanced at him—probably looked at him, and then waved.

Fang Shiyi thought for a while, relieved Wang, and handed it to him.

Sensei Baigu lightly stroked the sword body, but the picture was not scary, instead, there was a lonely atmosphere as if reunited after a long absence, as if parting from life and death.

Wang Shu buzzed like a screaming child.

Fang Shiyi almost guessed the owner of this skeleton, feeling sore in his heart.

He didn't know what happened thousands of years ago, and the historical facts were partly buried and partly hidden, and the few words left behind didn't say much about the Fang family.

But he can get a glimpse of how grand the Fang family was back then, and how unparalleled Fang Mantang was as the head of the Fang family from the patchwork stories.

It turned out that even a cultivator would not be immortal.

Uncle Bone caressed for a moment, then flicked the Wangshu sword, and threw the sword back to Fang Shiyi without hesitation.

Fang Shiyi tried to communicate with him in ancient Chinese.

It's a pity that the bones can only understand a few words.

It's not that Fang Shiyi didn't learn the old sayings well, but that there seems to be only a ray of obsession left by the master who died in the past in this bone.

This obsession was released after he took away the ring, subconsciously leading the way for future generations.

The earnest concern of thousands of years ago has left cordial greetings after time passes.

Fang Shiyi couldn't substitute himself into Fang Mantang, and couldn't help feeling sorry.

With such a patriarch, the Fang family must be a very good family.

He should have had a lot of family.

It's a bit ridiculous, the reason for the Fang family's extermination is the monster race, and the real killer is the human race.

Thousands of years ago, who should I hate?

Fang Shiyi thought about it all the way.

He probably won't get to the bottom of it and hold on to the thousand-year-old hatred and indignation.

First find the materials to refine the antidote to the ash, and detoxify the master. After the dust settles, go find out those who attacked his father more than ten years ago.

He won't let one go.

Senior Bone was obviously very familiar with the ancient battlefield. He led the two of them to avoid all dangerous places, and even found a small teleportation array that was not damaged at the foot of a mountain. Pick up the relics and raise your chin.

Meng Mingchao didn't know the identity of this bone, but for some reason, this bone clearly had no appearance, but the more he looked at it, the more familiar he became, and the more he looked at it, the softer he became. The young man who was alive and dead actually tugged at Fang Shiyi's sleeve and asked in a low voice, "Senior brother, what will he do when we leave?"

The souls who died in the ancient battlefield cannot leave.

Fang Shiyi was much more casual with his ancestor: "Oh, he will find a place to bury himself."

Senior Bone tilted his head in doubt, unable to understand what this rebellious thing was talking about, the teaching party made a seal and activated the teleportation array.

Fang picked up the leftovers to paint a gourd and draw a ladle, and they made a seal, a silver light flashed, and after a while, the two of them appeared near the ancestral house of Fang's family in Yungu.

Fang Shiyi didn't care about anything else, so he rushed over immediately.I don't know how long it has been since the Yaozu's surprise attack, and there is no trace of the Yaozu's evil cultivators surrounding Yungu.

The phantom of the palace at the bottom of the valley disappeared with the closure of the real treasure house, the lake also evaporated without a trace, and the wonders in the sky dissipated and became gloomy.

There was a mess below, with countless corpses piled up, the blood of the human race and the monster race soaked the ground, and a strong and pungent bloody smell came out.There were no living creatures nearby, and the large formation imprisoning the hostility in the ancient battlefield seemed to be crunching and crumbling.

This scene was shocking, Fang Shiyi immediately stopped Meng Mingchao: "Don't come here!"

Meng Mingchao paused, but he was not obedient, and walked up to join him.

Fang Shiyi sighed slightly and didn't say anything. He searched the crowd for a moment and found a few corpses of casual cultivators who looked familiar. Take the first step and say the call.

"...Lu Tingchi."

No answer.

"The Lord of Zhongzhou Baiyujing."

No answer.

"Luo Zhiwei."

……

Even after calling out the acquaintances who could be named, there was no corpse to get up in response.

Ming Ming is still alive, Eggy should have left with one of them.

Fang Shiyi's tense nerves relaxed slightly, and he grabbed Meng Mingchao's hand and looked at it, the wound had healed.

This man is too considerate, Meng Ming winked at him: "Don't worry, brother, it's just a small hole."

"Who cares about you?" Fang Shiyi patted his hand away and said calmly, "I care about my son."

Meng Mingchao's face darkened when he remembered the dream talk he heard when he secretly kissed Fang Shiyi.

Fang Shiyi didn't bother to pay attention to him, turned back to see Uncle Bone, thought for a while, and returned to the Fang family's ancestral house.

The ancestral house that had been silent for thousands of years was not disturbed. He wandered around the ancestral house as big as a city for a while, and saw a huge stone tablet at the exit.

Fang Shiyi remembered that it was stained with cinnabar, and the handwriting was strong, with the word "Yungu" written on it.

Senior Bone is sitting on the stone tablet and looking into the distance.

Under the gray sky, he was alone.

Feel the loneliness.

Fang Shiyi watched this scene, not wanting to disturb him, and quietly watched his back.After a while, Bone came back to his senses, turned his head, took off his phalanx, and drew a circle in mid-air.

The space was split, and with his movements, a gap that could allow two people to pass appeared out of thin air.

Bai Gu glanced at Wang Shu at Fang Shili's waist again, stood up, and made a gesture of a horizontal sword, as if saying goodbye to Wang Shu.Then he pointed to the gap.

Fang Shiyi took a deep breath and bowed to him: "Thank you for your help, senior."

Meng Mingchao looked at it in a daze.

Without him, that action is too similar to Fang Shiyi.

Every trace of charm fit together in one place, as if... this white bone is the appearance of Fang Suiyi after peeling off the skin and flesh.

His lips moved, and for some reason, his heart felt cold, and an idea came up out of nowhere, he secretly bit his finger, drew a curse, and said silently: "Fang, Shi, Yi."

Bone paused, looked at him, but made no other movements.

If he was still flesh and blood, wearing human skin, he would probably raise his eyebrows and make an expression similar to "Your Excellency is sick".

Fang Shiyi turned his back to Meng Mingchao, didn't notice these small movements, and looked back at him suspiciously: "Why are you in a daze, let's go."

"Hmm." Meng Mingchao couldn't describe his mood, as if his throat was blocked by sand.He withdrew his gaze, hid his hands, and smiled awkwardly at Fang Shiyi.

The two of them walked side by side into the crack torn out by the bone, and the moment the crack was about to close, Meng Mingchao couldn't hold back and looked back.

Under the gloomy sky of the ancient battlefield, the bones seemed to grow flesh and blood in the wind. Wearing a toga and a cloak, the thin and slender figure stood still in the wind, watching them with arms folded.

Then he turned back into bones, turned into ashes, and disappeared with the wind, disappearing on the Fang family's ancestral house.

Dust to dust, dust to dust.

Meng Ming blinked blankly.

Two lines of cold tears burst out of the eye sockets for no reason.

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