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Early the next morning, Fang Suyi was green-eyed, and before the morning class started, he took two jars of wine and went to the medicine garden.

Old man Cen has a weird temper, has no relatives or friends, and doesn't like being disturbed. This medicine garden is the quietest.The two met because Fang Shiyi caught chickens and dogs and ran into the garden, making a fuss and almost killing the old man.

Turning into the medicine garden with ease, and walking to the depths, the old man Cen was holding a green vine with a sad face, and he didn't respond when he heard Fang Shiyi's footsteps—the green vine was going to die, without the arrogance of yesterday, he was languid Laying down on the ground, he tied himself in several knots.

Fang Shiyi squatted down and poked it twice in surprise: "What's wrong?"

"It's like this this morning." Old man Cen seemed to be embracing his lover, his heart ached to death, "Did you sneak in last night and cut off a section of cane to drink wine!"

A scapegoat was inexplicably covered, and Fang Shiyi felt his head sink, and said in a very unhappy and upright manner, "Do I look like that kind of person?"

"You fucking are!"

He did.

"It's really not me this time." Fang Shiyi grinned, seemingly unconvincing, "You are like the emperor Fujito, whoever is going to torment who, and you bullied my little brother yesterday, so you can't die like this. Take it as a lesson."

There was no catch, the old man rolled his eyes: "Get out!"

Fang Shiyi was not polite, put down the wine and left.

Old man Cen sighed, touched his poor green vine, heard the sound of footsteps gradually going away, and raised his eyelids: "Your little brother is a bit weird, I can't tell, pay attention."

Fang Shiyi didn't care, waved his hand and left.

When we arrived at Fuyun Pavilion, the sky was slightly bright.This place is too high, when looking up to the outside, the mist is heavy and the sky is full of stars.

After a few days away, it was still lively, and the young disciples were laughing and booing around a table.

"Third senior brother, third senior brother, can this little senior brother touch it?"

Qi Chu sat upright, and was instructed by Fang Shiyi to work hard to protect his junior brother from being slapped in the face, but Su Rong refused: "No."

The young disciples saw that it was not fresh enough, so they continued to try to pinch the new little brother, and exchanged gossip quickly.

"No wonder the senior brother and the second senior brother disappeared for a few days to bring the younger senior brother back."

"Nonsense, senior brother is obviously used to get rid of ghosts, you see, in the tabloids today, senior senior brother made headlines!"

"What are you writing about? I have spent all my spirit stones, and my parents won't give me pocket money, so I can't buy tabloids..."

"Listen--'Shanhaimen Xinxing is born to slay demons, and a sword can change the wind and clouds!'"

Fang Suyi: "..."

Where did so many troubles come to him, and he thinks that the order and law enforcement team is not strong enough?

The old bastard in Beitian Palace, who was vying to come to give Master the head every year, was arrested not long ago for destroying the public mountain!

The disciple holding the tabloid was full of emotion: "'... I saw Fang Shaoxia moving around, fighting with the two ghosts, his sword spirit was flying, and the situation was changing...According to Zhang Tianshi in Lushui Town, Fang Shaoxia has a kind heart and a heart full of love. The world is kind and amiable, with infinite power...'"

Fang Suyi: "..."

Please stop writing!

Worse than essays.

Xiao Minghe, who was reading a book in the front row, turned as dark as the bottom of a pot. When he heard the end, he put down the book and said in a cold voice, "Go out and argue."

The second senior brother's face was like a ghost, it was extremely frightening.

The little disciples were silent like cicadas, shut up quickly, returned to their seats, and did what they should do.

As soon as the crowd dispersed, Meng Mingchao was seen sitting behind Qi Chu, practicing calligraphy with no distraction.

Fang Shiyi searched for a long time this morning, and found out the magic weapon that Wen Xiuyue practiced to teach him to practice calligraphy. He wanted the child to practice calligraphy in Lanyueju when he returned from class, but the child was soft and breathed a little It turned into a sticky cake, with teary eyes flashing and refusing to part.

Can only bring.

Fang Shiyi stared at it for a while, then opened the curtain and walked into the pavilion.The young disciples looked over with fiery eyes, apparently impatient to ask him about his experience in Lushui Town.Fang Shiyi raised his fingers and hissed lightly. Everyone listened to his words and fell silent again.

The elder brother and Mr. Yi have been fighting wits and courage for many years. The Fengshui treasures in the last row of Fuyun Pavilion are all engraved with his old name. Now there is a small table and a snow dumpling next to it. When you sit down, you can smell the faint grass Xiang, the feeling of raising a child really came to my heart.

I'm only sixteen.

Fang Shiyi thought in a trance.

This is becoming a father?

Xuetuanzi next to him turned his head and showed a milky smile.

Fang Shiyi was heartbroken.

... Be a father, be a father!

After the morning class, the little disciples who had been waiting for a long time gathered around and looked at the child eagerly, then at Fang Suyi, then at Fang Suyi, and then at the child.

Meng Mingchao was a little scared, so he shrank into Fang Shiyi's arms, quietly looked around at the curious people around him, and then buried his face in Fang Shiyi's chest.

Fang Shiyi patted his head with a smile, and with one pat, the horns that Meng Mingchao had forcefully tied up in the morning were scattered.His hands were stiff, and he silently made a tactic to keep the two little buns' heads still, then he raised his eyes as if nothing had happened, and smiled affectionately with his peach blossom eyes: "I'm not here for a few days, have you practiced your sword well? "

The attention focused on Meng Mingchao's body was immediately attracted, and the little girls heard how gentle he was, with a blush on their cheeks: "Eldest brother..."

Before he finished speaking, he was squeezed away by the people next to him: "Brother, can you tell us something about Lushui Town?"

"Is there really something evil that eats people?"

"Did you really split hundreds of coffins with one sword?"

"..." Fang Shiyi quickly refuted the rumors, "It's fake."

Then he pointed at Xiao Minghe who was about to leave with a sullen face, and said firmly, "He did it!"

Xiao Minghe was holding a few books and was about to go to Zangshu Pavilion, when he heard the sound inexplicable, he turned his head.

After all, he was young and green, even if he was afraid, he didn't know it from the bottom of his heart.The little disciples were full of interest in subjugating demons and demons, and immediately changed their siege, and ran eagerly to surround Xiao Minghe.

Surrounded by people, Xiao Minghe was in a hurry, so he could only keep a straight face.

Fang Shiyi seized the opportunity and slipped away holding Meng Ming in his arms.

After morning class on weekdays, Fang Suyi came to Shanhaizhu to practice sword.Shanhaizhu is shaped like a sharp sword, pointing directly at the sky. Countless Shanhaimen predecessors practice swords here, with sword aura. A sword mark randomly cut by the venerable more than a hundred years ago has inexhaustible sword intent.

When he practiced sword, he didn't like crowds of onlookers behind him. He received a lot of applause when he practiced a single move. .

Shanhai is the highest and broadest thing, inclusive of everything, many sects, all have their strengths and weaknesses, specializing in a certain technique, only the Shanhaimen gathers the strengths of hundreds of schools.

"Shan Hai Jian Jue" is just like Shan Hai Men, it is a hodgepodge, combining hardness and softness.

Before the fifth heavy sword art, it was as steady as a pine, wide open and close, but after the sixth heavy, the sword's momentum turned to be light and agile, erratic and free, horizontally chopping and thrusting, flowing clouds and flowing water, romantic charm, but implied murderous intent.

Fang Shiyi practiced once and then stopped.

After what happened in Lushui Town, he vaguely felt that sword practice without actual combat is useless.If he had more experience at that time, he would not have been hurt by the girl ghost.

No matter how fast he practiced and mastered the sword, there were still limitations.

Meng Mingchao watched Fang Shiyi practice his sword with his face in his hands, his eyes were wide open, and when he saw him stop, he immediately ran over with his short legs, hugged Fang Shiyi's waist and asked eagerly, "Senior brother, can I also practice swordsmanship?" ?”

Fang Shiyi looked down at the group and smiled: "Of course. The disciples in the sect are all five years old and are taught by the master to learn swords, but the master is not here, so I will teach you."

Looking at the child's fragile physique, he sighed inwardly, found a tree, cut off a thick and long branch, lifted his hem, sat on the ground, turned his hands and began to cut.

Meng Mingchao sat next to him and looked around curiously.Fang picked up the relics with dexterity, but within a moment, the prototype of a wooden sword appeared.

"When you are 15 years old, you will be able to enter the 'Sword Hill' to find a sword. If you can't find a sword that echoes your heart, Master will make one for you." , he kept his hands on, and he still had time to turn his head and smiled at Meng Ming, "I should take you to get an iron sword now, but the sword is too heavy, I will change it when you are better, and use the one that my brother cut for you first." wooden sword."

Meng Mingchao lowered his eyes, was quiet for a moment, and asked softly, "Is senior brother so nice to everyone?"

The wooden sword took shape and the wooden thorns were rubbed off. Fang Shiyi brushed the child's hair: "Of course not."

Meng Ming raised his eyes and stared at the young man's profile without blinking. A warm current slowly flowed through his heart, and he came to Fang Shiyi's side and rubbed against his shoulder.

After the wooden sword was finished, Fang picked up the leftovers and thought about it, carved a round bird on the hilt, carved the word "Ming Chao", and dug out a red knot from the treasure bag piled up with messy things. , Dang Jiansui put it on: "Senior brother made it by himself in class, if you lose it, you will be spanked, and you will be punished by copying "Shan Hai Men Jing Shi" a hundred times."

As he spoke, he showed his fine white teeth, his youthful spirit was hidden between his brows, and he smiled nicely: "Come on, senior brother will teach you how to practice swords."

When he went back that night, Meng Mingchao's legs were unsteady.

The child collapsed at the touch of a poke, but his temper was tenacious. He carried a small wooden sword and practiced with Fang Shiyi for a day. When he came back, he was so sleepy that he couldn't keep his eyelids open. He fell into a deep sleep.

Fang Shiyi squeezed his face in a funny way, wiped his mouth, took off his outer clothes and hugged him to lie down on the bed, then opened the medical books he borrowed from Zangshuge when he came back, and read them carefully.

After reading half of the book at a glance and ten lines, Fang Shiyi undressed and went to bed to rest.

Xiaotuanzi next to him noticed it in his sleep, and slowly moved over and burrowed into his arms.

Fang Shiyi tucked him in the quilt and closed his eyes.

Immortal cultivators hardly dream, and they slept until midnight, but Fang Shiyi had a dream in a trance.

The scene in the dream was the same as his room, his consciousness floated into the air, he looked down at Meng Mingchao rolling restlessly in his arms, laughing, the door was suddenly pushed open, and someone came to the bedside.

The man was wearing a black robe, his face seemed to be shrouded in clouds and mist, only a pair of golden eyes could be seen, with slender ends, as if carved by a knife, clearly cold and hard, but with an indistinct allure.

Something... Strangely familiar.

Fang Shiyi's way of thinking about problems is always different from that of ordinary people. He stared at this person and was startled in his heart: Could it be that I am actually having a spring dream with my junior brother in my arms?

Ashamed, so ashamed.

Just as this thought flashed through, the person beside the bed seemed to notice something, and raised his head to look in this direction.

Not finding anything, he lowered his head again and looked at Meng Mingchao indifferently, his eyes narrowed slightly, almost overflowing with disgust, he was quiet for a moment, and stretched out his hand from the overly wide sleeve.

His fingers were as cold and white as jade, and they rested on Meng Mingchao's neck.

The cold killing intent pervaded, and even Fang Shiyi in the dream was shocked.

A chill ran through his back, seeing the hands tightened suddenly, the heart beating wildly, the dense drum beats beating in his ears, his mouth opened and closed, and finally struggled to shout out, furiously: "Stop! "

The dream is like a mirror of flowers and water, shaking and breaking.

Fang Shiyi broke out in a cold sweat, and opened his eyes to look at Meng Mingchao in his arms.

The child was in a deep sleep, writhing uncomfortably, the moonlight shone in, and there were several bruised and purple fingerprints on his tender neck.

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Kawen has been stuck for several days and has saved the manuscript for miu. Let us be more Buddhist, update and watch as we please, and just catch up with the number of words on the list.