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The Cangshan Mountains straddle the Central Continent, from east to west, almost cutting Central Continent in half.On one side is the prosperous place where the human race recuperates and lives, and on the other side is the barren and desolate no-man's land. Thousands of years ago, the monster race inhabited the Cangshan Mountain and the other side of the mainland.

At the beginning, the hatred between the two clans was not that great.

Until a brutal monster went mad and went down the mountain to slaughter the city of the human race. The human monk skinned and cramped it in anger and threw it into the furnace. It was accidentally discovered that the inner alchemy and blood of the monster race can be used as medicine, and the hard scales and claws can be used to refine weapons. A pot of stewed meat can even prolong the life of mortals.

The demon who was killed had a high status in the demon clan, but the human race became greedy again. The battle between the two sides was on the verge of breaking out, and they had been entangled for hundreds of years. The human race, suppressed by numbers and innate advantages, was gradually at a disadvantage.

The monster clan invaded this continent and massacred the mortals, and the human race finally united, led by several sects and families, and drove the monster clan back.

Immediately, a family was not afraid of the ferocity of the monster clan, and moved to Yungu, the junction of the two clans, and stayed there for hundreds of years.

Back then, the group of monsters was chaotic, not only the human race had internal strife, but also the monster race.The big monsters were born from the spiritual energy of the world, and they were born with great supernatural powers. The seven big monsters each occupied one side, and no one obeyed the other. Later, they rolled on the bed for some reason, you get out of here, I get out of you... Unscrupulous monsters The family is quite chaotic, and they gave birth to big monsters who were not born, and most of them didn't know who was who.

In Fang Mantang's generation, there are only six big monsters left in the world, and two of them are relatives, a black dragon and a poisonous dragon.

Poison Jiao and Black Dragon were both born after the union of congenital monsters, and they were the youngest among the group of monsters, even younger than Fang Mantang.

Although Fang Mantang is the eldest son in the family, he has no intention of practicing. He runs around all over the mountains and plains all day long, making the elders of the clan blow their beards and stare in anger.Once, while playing by a river behind Yungu Mountain, I picked up a black snake. Seeing that it was injured, I took it home and took good care of it.

That black snake is intelligent, has a bad temper, and likes to ignore anyone, even refusing to eat worms if offered to it, and only eats spiritual fruits.

Black is black, but the texture of the scales on the black snake is extremely beautiful, only the thickness of a grown man's thumb, and the eyes are pale gold, like lights in the dark, quite cute.

Fang Mantang was too lazy to give it a nice name, woke up in the middle of the night and saw the black snake on the bedside with bright eyes, so he just called it Mingming.

Then one day, Mingming disappeared.

Fang Mantang's parents also died in the battle with the Yaozu.

Young Master Fang grew up overnight, protecting his younger brother, shouldering heavy burdens, and guarding Yungu.

He was born in Yungu until his death, and he also died there.

……

The night wind was piercing, there was no snow or dark clouds tonight, and a round of cold moon hung in the sky, as if it was cut with a sword, sharp and compelling.

The roof of the ruined temple is gone, and the offering in the temple is also a headless clay sculpture that cannot be seen where it is sacred. When Fang picked up the lost things, he dug out the broken bowl, stuffed two fruits and put it on the altar. It's too late.

After flipping through the ancient book in his hand, he carefully blew the dust on it, returned to the cover, looked at the ancient characters of "Fang Man Tang Ji", and thought to himself, I really didn't expect to find this in the treasure house.

The Battle of Yungu does not refer to the battle in Yungu only. The war with the Yaozu actually ignited the entire Central Continent. That battle was extremely tragic. Many sect families were annihilated to ashes, and the rest were almost all the younger generation. There are really not many things.

Especially about the Fang family.

Looking at my "previous life" experience is novel and interesting. It is a pity that Fang Mantang became the head of the Fang family at a young age. The person who remembered this was probably a certain outer disciple of the Fang family. He had no chance to get close to him again. The record was interrupted in Fang Mantang's parents were gone the year they died in battle.

Fang Shiyi was quite regretful, put the book back, closed his eyes and touched the ring on his hand, immersed in his consciousness, and looked at the dazzling Fang family treasure house.

Spirit stones are piled up into hills; magic treasures and pills are everywhere; there are indeed many exercises to practice, and there are many ancient medicine refining prescriptions and ancient formation rune practice books.

It's a pity that most of the elixirs have lost their spiritual energy, and the elixirs in ancient times are different from the current elixirs. I don't know what effect they have, and the medicines should not be taken indiscriminately.

Although the treasures were everywhere, most of them were damaged, which should belong to the Fang family.The Fang family was on the front line against the monster clan back then, and the magic weapons were changing quickly, so it would be good if they could keep half of the magic weapons that could be used, and these magic weapons were basically refined for the monster clan.

A monk can only insist on practicing one exercise in his life, even if he abandons it halfway and replaces it, at most two, there is really no need for so many, it is better to go back and donate to Zangshu Pavilion if you have so many.

The practice of refining medicine and crafting arrays tests patience and comprehension. It's still an old saying. After a few years of pondering a formation and a few prescriptions, it's good. You can't chew too much.

The most practical value in the entire treasury is the pile of spirit stones.

Fang Shiyi experienced the feeling of getting rich suddenly, withdrew his consciousness, touched his chin, and didn't understand why so many people desperately wanted these things.

A foreign object is always an external object, isn't it.

A fire was lit in front of him, and Fang Shiyi gathered around the fire, and continued to search for books that recorded the history of thousands of years ago in the ocean of books in the treasure house.

It is best to find a few more books about Fang Mantang.

He was really curious about this ancestor who had similar temperament and habits to himself.

Protective formations and barriers were placed outside the ruined temple. Fang Shiyi had a great time digging through the inheritance left by his ancestors.

The fire in front of me seemed to be heightened.

Someone sat silently across from him.

"..."

Although he vaguely guessed it, Fang Shiyi still didn't want to open his eyes.

He muttered "sleepy", and fell on the spot, intending to fall asleep, and it would be better if he woke up and couldn't see anything.

Before it touched the ground, his head touched a piece of soft clothes corner.

Slightly cold fingers stretched out and untied the hair tie in his hair.

Fang Shiyi couldn't bear it anymore, opened his eyes, and it was the familiar flowery face.

Depressedly, he patted his fingers stuck in his hair away, sat up, and took a deep breath—as expected, he was not complacent, after running for three days, he was still found.

"Why didn't you go back with Master Uncle?"

The warm yellow firelight spread out, and Meng Mingchao's cold face softened a lot. When he tilted his head, his forehead spread out, revealing a blood-red mark, and he was a little more gorgeous. He was as beautiful as any ghost that jumped out of the mountains. It seems that the tone is still gentle and gentle: "Where is the brother, I will be there."

He sat where Fang Shiyi was sitting just now, and Fang Shiyi noticed that the lost Dandan was found, wagging his tail around his neck, Mingming also flew out from his sleeve, flapped his short wings and returned He raised his head, tweeting and scolding him.

Fang Shiyi's attention was attracted, he forgot to scold the bastard for a while, and stroked the bird's feathers: "It's done, didn't you find out that you and Eggy are still alive, so you forgot for a while."

Mingming gas to expand.

Meng Mingchao smiled: "If I hadn't looked for them, I would have caught up with my brother a long time ago."

Fang Shiyi glanced at him, sat on the other side of the fire, and lazily said: "Follower, if I go to hell, will you follow me?"

After he finished speaking, he felt that these words were unlucky, and just about to pooh twice, Meng Ming rolled his eyes and looked over, with a smile in his eyes, but it made people shiver inexplicably: "I will go and bring senior brother back."

Fang Shiyi was stunned for a moment, muttered a few words, and turned his head.

Meng Mingchao's sleepiness in winter has improved a lot these years, he sat quietly opposite the fire for a while, and said softly, "Brother, you sit so far away."

In the past, they were all next to each other.

Fang Shiyi said angrily: "Nonsense!"

Squeeze with you and wait for you to take advantage?

"...Do you think I'm disgusting?"

Fang Shiyi frowned: "What?"

Meng Mingchao unknowingly leaned towards him, stretched out his hand to hold one of his hands, his thick eyelashes drooping: "Senior brother is Mr. Yi's favorite disciple, a gentleman is dignified, he must look down on such things that go against the law of nature, Feel sick..."

"Stop." Fang Shiyi said in shock, "When did I become that old man's proud disciple? He wished he could punish me for copying books a thousand times every day."

After a pause, he looked at Meng Mingchao's sluggish look, exhaled lightly, and finally couldn't bear it: "Okay, why are you wronged, I haven't been wronged yet. I don't think you are disgusting, never have."

Meng Ming raised his head to look at him with little hope, his eyes were bright.

Fang Shiyi: "You are at best in a bad way."

"..."

"Let's open up and talk about it. I'm not a stubborn person, but I can't see you as a partner." Fang Shiyi thought for a while, looked down at Meng Mingchao, and stretched out his hand to gently rub his face, "Little Ming Chao, you will always be that child in the heart of senior brother, it is impossible for me to have that kind of... feelings for the child I raised. For example, which father would like his own son?"

Meng Mingchao was eager to defend himself: "We are not..."

"Junior brother, I can be your master, friend, and family member, but I can't be your Taoist companion."

Because of the black-robed man's design to peek behind that scene, Fang Shiyi faced Meng Mingchao's feelings directly for the first time.

He paused every word, biting clearly, blocking all the escape routes, leaving no room.

Meng Mingchao's bright eyes dimmed a little bit, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "Senior brother has treated me very gently since I was a child, but this is the first time I have been so ruthless..."

Fang Shiyi stroked his head: "Good boy, senior brother won't harm you."

Meng Mingchao opened his eyes and looked at him for a while, then closed his eyes again, without saying anything else, silently retreated to the position just now, hugging his knees, and curled himself into a small ball.

Still looks like a young boy.

Fang Shiyi imagined the future Taoist couple thousands of times, but never once was he like this little beauty. With a slight sigh in his heart, he took out his cloak and dusted it off, walked over and put it on him: "Since we are here, we are going to go to Cangshan Mountain next. Take a good rest."

Meng Mingchao said nothing.

The flames danced endlessly, blurring the shadows of the two on the wall.

Clearly so close, but also seems very far away.

Fang Shiyi felt uncomfortable for a while.

How could he be willing to do so.

If I hadn't seen that scene at that time, it would have been nice if Meng Mingchao hadn't said it, then they would still be close brothers and sisters.

It's a pity that this idea reveals selfishness everywhere.

Fang Shiyi shook his head, looked at Meng Mingchao again, and sat on the ground not far from him, knowing in his heart that Meng Mingchao would probably not get close to him involuntarily during the next journey.

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36 meter, advance with retreat (bushi