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Since the elder said that we have to wait for a while, it is useless to be anxious, Fang Shiyi suppressed his chaotic thoughts, forced himself to calm down, and had nothing to do, and asked Meng Mingchao to teach him the language of the warlocks when he was not practicing.

Naturally, Meng Mingchao would not refuse Fang Shiyi's request.The two of them sat on that branch, and Fang Shiyi imitated what he said.Brother Fang is quick thinking and very intelligent, as long as he remembers it, he will never forget it, and he learns very quickly.

Meng Mingchao was full of ghosts, taught a few serious words, and couldn't help but secretly stare at Fang Shiyi's serious face.This is the most sunny place on the top of the tree. The face close at hand is fair and handsome, with his head slightly raised, his lips half-opened, and he looks defenseless.

His heart moved, and he said slowly in a magician's language: "I like you."

Fang Shiyi was very interested: "What do you mean?"

"Well, it means 'what's your name'."

Fang Shiyi rubbed his chin, without thinking too much, following Meng Mingchaojiao's tone, he paused word by word: "I like you."

"..."

Meng Mingchao clearly felt the sudden beating of his heart.

The joy rising from the bottom of his heart flowed through the blood to his limbs, the corners of his mouth raised, and he said softly, "Me too."

Fang Suiyi was thirsty for knowledge: "What does this mean?"

"It doesn't matter," Meng Mingchao felt that he seemed to have mastered some skills, and said solemnly in the language of the Warlock clan, "I like you, I want to kiss you, hug you, and be with you forever."

At the end, he translated in a fake way: "What's your name, I'm from Shanhaimen in Zhongzhou mainland."

Fang Shiyi didn't notice anything wrong at all, so he nodded and learned as usual.

The elder stood above with his hands behind his back, his expression complicated when he heard: "..."

Two days later, Fang Shiyi thought he had accomplished something, and ran from the top of the tree to the bottom of the tree.Most of the Warlock clansmen were afraid of strangers, and most of them stayed far away from him, hiding half of their heads behind a tree and staring at him.Only a young man approached enthusiastically, chatting in a low voice, and gave Fang Suyi a handful of red wild fruits with leaves.

Fang Shiyi tasted it, and his eyes were so sore that he narrowed his eyes. He looked at the friendly smiling face of the young man, and said in the language of the Warlock clan with what he had learned: "I like you."

The other party opened his mouth, and the fruit in his hand fell down: "?"

Fang Shiyi stretched out his hand, grabbed the fruit out of thin air and handed it back, looking at his face, a little confused.

Is it wrong?

No, even Mr. Yi praised his language talent.

Fang Shiyi felt that his ability was being questioned, he cleared his throat resolutely, and continued: "I like you, I want to kiss...uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

Meng Mingchao, who arrived in time, covered his mouth and blocked the rest of the words.

Meng Mingchao lifted a rock and smashed himself in the foot, his face was all black, and he stared at the young man coldly.

The young man came to his senses, his face flushed with embarrassment, and he was about to say "me too" shyly, when he met Meng Mingchao's stern gaze, he ran away in fright.

Fang Shiyi broke free from Meng Mingchao's hand: "Hey! Don't run away!"

It's a pity that the person has disappeared.

He felt lost: "Why did you just run away, little junior brother, did I say something wrong?"

"..." Meng Ming twitched the corner of his mouth, and said solemnly, "Maybe I made a mistake. After all, I am not a warlock, and I don't understand some things. This sentence is probably provocative. Look at his face." It’s so red, maybe it’s looking for someone to find a place.”

"That can't be done. We need to ask others, we can't damage the relationship, we should go to the elders to persuade that dear brother."

How could Meng Mingchao dare to let him go: "I'll go! Brother, isn't he about to break through the realm? Hurry up and practice! There is plenty of aura here, suitable for cultivation!"

Fang Shiyi walked back with him, wondering: "Why are you so frizzy?"

"... Eggy has been shedding hair recently, and she has bald a few spots. I'm a little worried." Meng Ming responded with a smile.

"Oh, it's okay, I'm going to be bald." Fang Shiyi comforted him and went back to practice.

As the evening approached, Fang Suyi received a stone slab from the young man in the daytime.

The little girl who delivered the slate on his behalf took the candy and ran away. Fang Shiyi sat down and pondered the ghostly symbols on the slate, but couldn't understand a single word, so he took it into the room humbly and asked his junior brother for advice.

Meng Mingchao took it over and took a look, the stone slab shattered into slag with a click.

"The letter of engagement," he patted the dust lightly, "brother, don't worry about it, the elders will take care of it."

One sentence can end the war.

In Zhongzhou, the afternoon basically means immortality.

Fang Shiyi was shocked and said: "This is really a restless nation."

"Who says it's not?" Meng Mingchao showed a gentle smile, "So brother, don't go down to communicate with them casually, or you will fight."

Fang Shiyi raised his eyebrows: "I really want to see the supernatural powers of the Warlocks."

Meng Mingchao: "..."

My feet hurt so much.

Warlocks and ordinary monks practiced differently, and had different physical requirements.

To breathe spiritual energy, a monk must first have a spiritual root, which is one in a thousand.And the children of the warlock clan can get the blessings of the elders of the clan when they are born, learn spiritual arts from an early age, and get close to mountains, rivers, seas, insects, birds, fish and animals.

Those cultivating immortals pursue the way of heaven and longevity, while the warlock family is just a simple family tradition, to strengthen their bodies.

The two ways of cultivation are different, and the warlock family is particularly mysterious, so it's okay not to mention it, but once it is mentioned, Fang Suiyi will make my heart move.

Seeing that Meng Mingchao's face was blue and red, Fang Shiyi couldn't help laughing: "Okay, it's just talking, why are you nervous?"

The little beauty glanced at him quietly, feeling guilty, she didn't dare to say anything more.

This matter was revealed, and Fang Shiyi was indeed about to break through, so he simply retreated in the wooden house.

On the day when Fang picked up the relics and left the customs, it happened to be the time when the emerald wood essence had grown and could be removed.

The elder didn't say anything else, and went into the depths of the Cang Forest alone, and came back after a few days.I don't know if it's an illusion, Fang Shiyi looked at this weird elder, and always felt that he hadn't seen him for a few days, he seemed to be...a little older.

Originally the face of a teenager, but in a few days, he turned into a middle-aged man in his 40s and [-]s.Although he tried his best to hide it, he couldn't hide the tiredness in the corners of his eyes and brows.

Seeing the two of them, he threw a wooden box over without a good face, and raised his chin: "Open it and have a look."

A subtle thought flashed through Fang Shiyi's mind, but he didn't say anything, and opened the box in his hand as he said.

Lying inside is a section of crystal-like tree core, the whole body is crystal clear and green, sealed by a layer of restriction, and one can feel the continuous vitality emanating from this section of tree core.

Fang Shiyi glanced at it, then closed the lid, added several layers of restraint to seal it, and put it away carefully.

The elder snorted: "Are you sure? Let's go if there is no problem."

Meng Mingchao exchanged glances with him: "Brother, I'm going to have a few words with him, please wait for me for a while."

Fang Shiyi nodded, watched the two leave, went back to the mountain pass where they came to the Warlock tribe, glanced at the Warlock tribe, and suddenly a thought flashed in his mind.

Strange, why haven't I seen that brat who ran out to play after I came back?

The child's parents didn't come out to thank him, and the other clansmen didn't talk about it.

It's not that Fang Suyi wants to be thanked by others, but... this is too abnormal.

Even if they were from different ethnic groups, they still saved the child. Are parents so big-hearted?

Fang Shiyi frowned, belatedly realizing something was wrong, but it was a pity that the tribal warlock couldn't speak clearly, so it was difficult to ask, he waited patiently for a while, and Meng Ming came down.

His face was so pale that it was almost transparent, but his complexion was still faint.Seeing Fang Shiyi, Meng Mingchao straightened his clothes subconsciously. Seeing that he was thinking about something else, he breathed a sigh of relief: "Brother, what are you looking at?"

Fang Shiyi expressed his doubts, Meng Mingchao nodded, went to hold down a warlock clansman and asked.

Although he couldn't understand, Fang Shiyi could see the bewildered look on that clansman's face.

After Meng Mingchao asked, his expression was not very good-looking, and he exchanged a glance with Fang Shiyi: "...Brother, he said that there is no such child in the village."

In order to prevent children from getting lost, each child under the age of 16 has a wooden plaque on his body, which is hung in the elder's house, recording the date of birth, horoscope and name, and will remind him whenever he goes far.

Seeing the child that day, these Warlocks were really confused for a moment, and then they seemed to be hypnotized by something, and they nodded collectively. By now, I am afraid that the spell will not work, and they have already forgotten about it.

It was indeed a coincidence that the child appeared.

who is he?Why did he know Fang Suiyi's purpose and specially show up to attract the two of them to the Warlock Clan?

Fang Shiyi pursed his lips, and shook his head at Meng Mingchao: "Let's go out and talk about it."

Meng Mingchao recalled that the child's features were somewhat similar to his own, and slowly ground his teeth.

After a few miles away from the Warlock Clan's territory, Fang Shiyi said, "The only one who knows about Master's poisoning is the old Sect Master of Yaogu, you and me, the elder of the Warlock Clan."

Meng Ming said: "Those who know what senior brother wants, and the three people in the carriage that day."

Lu Tingchi, Lord Bai, Lin Chenghe.

Fang Shiyi pondered for a moment, then shook his head: "It can't be them, there's no need."

Those three people were on the same side as him, and they wouldn't use such a roundabout way to help him... let's say they were helping him.

It could only be someone else.

But who else?

Fang Shiyi gritted his teeth, and said coldly: "I forgot, and the culprit."

That mysterious man in black robe.

He never hit hard on the opponent's collection of relics, but he targeted them everywhere.In the scene of walking corpses in the deserted city, the evil cultivator who the other party picked up and killed was killed by him with extra vicious means.

Now that I think about it, maybe he is also an old man, the same as Fang Mantang?

But the Fang family specialized in killing the monster race back then, and commanded the human race to fight against the monster race. Fang Mantang is the only one who has killed the big monster with his own power in ancient times. The indifferent attitude is quite ambiguous?

Even if he didn't want to speculate about the ancestors at will, thinking of the elder saying that Fang Mantang had eloped with someone for a tryst... Fang Shiyi still thought of the man in black for no reason.

It's a pity that the elder's mouth seemed to be sewn shut, and he refused to say a word.

Fang Shiyi thought about it here, and when he mentioned the man in black, Meng Mingchao fell silent.After murmuring for a while, Fang Shiyi shook his head, and instead of thinking about the incident, he turned around and said, "By the way, Xiao Mingchao, I probably guessed the identity of the elder."

Only then did Meng Mingchao speak: "I guessed it too, but I don't know what's different from what my senior brother thought. Why don't we talk about it together?"

Fang Shiyi nodded happily, and after a short pause, the two said in unison: "Essence of emerald wood."

"If so," Meng Mingchao said, "that huge ancient tree should be his body."

Fang Shiyi's mood became complicated: "Hey, isn't that part of the tree core I put away is a part of his body..."

Meng Mingchao: "..."

Now that they had obtained the essence of emerald wood, the two of them left the Canglin without delay and flew towards the East Sea of ​​Bitterness.

The eastern continent has not been so desolate since the Yungu War, and there are human races multiplying, so after getting out of the Canglin, a few news came head-on.

The first news is about Fang Suyi.

The Cultivation Tabloid, which publishes everything as long as you collect Lingshi, made Fang Suyi hit the headlines again half a month ago:

The secret, the story that Fang Family Treasure House and Fang Suyi had to tell.

Fang Suyi: "..."

I do not want to see.

Scrolling down, it's not good news.

The northern demons attacked the northern border again, and the evil cultivators of the demon clan reappeared.

To sum it up in one sentence: Central Continent is in chaos again.