[Sword III] Collection System

As soon as Fang Qingya left, there was no news. It was a big loss for Fang Xi, firstly, he lost his special mount, secondly, he had no one to copy the punishment letter for him, and thirdly, he lost a person to watch him.

Of course, it doesn't mean that the first two are not important, but the latter one is related to the progress of collection of illustrated books, so he is extremely anxious now.

[Wait a minute when a brother or sister comes to ask you, just say I'm playing with you]

Fang Xi hugged his little friend's thigh, begging pitifully.

"Okay" Feng Jianxun hummed without thinking, and continued to do his own things.

Fang Xi is very satisfied with his style of doing things without asking why, but I don't know if it is his illusion. It seems that since that day, the little friend has returned to his previous attitude of being hot and cold, obviously he has already increased his favorability. Taller.

【Hiss~】【Hiss~】

Two finger-thick little snakes, one green and one white, slithered around the little friend's fingertips, and curiously spit snake letters towards him.

I don't know if it's so big or not.

Fang Xi bit his finger and thought.

He stayed in the house for a while trying to cover up, and when he went out, Fang Xi clicked on "Spiritual Travel Thousand Miles" and went straight to Luoyang. He still couldn't forget the little army lady he saw in Yuelao Temple last time, so he wandered around Luoyang when he had nothing to do. Tiance camped him I dare not go, after all, this is not a game, it's no wonder that you don't get caught and eat a prison meal if you break into the Tiaozi's nest alone.

"Little brother from the sky, where are you going, can you play with Yilin?"

As soon as his feet hit the ground, several curious kids surrounded him.

"..." Fang Qi didn't know why there were children here. Obviously, there were only some disciples of the Bat Gang flying around here a few times before. Although he executed a lot, there would still be some people who took risks Doing evil here, it's too dangerous for these children to stay here and do hide-and-seek, especially after experiencing that kind of thing in Daoxiang Village, he has a certain shadow on the children running around.

So in the spirit of Lei Feng, he carried the three brats back to Fengyu Town with one in his hand. As soon as he turned around, he felt that someone was sizing him up.

"...Ahem, Your Excellency couldn't help but take a second look, don't blame me." Under the tree, the man dressed as a scholar coughed a few times with a haggard look.

Fang Xi stepped forward and took his pulse. The pulse was stable, but looked a little weak.

"If my guess is correct, your Excellency should be a disciple of Wanhuagu." The scholar seemed to be quite knowledgeable, but the righteousness between his brows concealed a lot of his poverty.

Fang Xi nodded his head, indicating that what he said was correct, and no one outside would find out his identity anyway.

"Ahem, Cao Zhengying, I'm a storyteller. If you have nothing else to do, let me tell you a story about the past..." The scholar seemed to have caught someone who was talking, and started talking endlessly.

[System prompt: Mission 'A Little Sword' updated]

Fang Xi's eyes lit up, and another hidden mission after the hairpin actually happened, how could people be unhappy.

"I believe your Excellency must have heard about Tao Heiya Tao Hanting, one of the ten villains. There are rumors in the world that he is cruel by nature, and he especially likes to bring disasters during festive occasions, but people in the world only know one thing and don't know the other. Coincidentally, I had an acquaintance with that villain a few years ago. At that time, he was not one of the top ten villains... Tao Hanting liked to wear white clothes and was jealous of evil, so he was given the name Baiyi Mengchang. Ling came to visit my mentor, but unexpectedly..."

Cao Zhengying babbled, and he didn't know how many passers-by he had already told about this matter. His words were sad and sad, as if he really brought people into the murder a few years ago.

Fang Xi looked at the setting collection while listening, and the progress of Tao Hanting's illustration book of the top ten villains did not move at all. He had already collected 100% of the entries in this chapter as early as the beginning of time travel, so listening to it again would not help.

"Poor little girl. At a young age, she followed the black crows to the Valley of the Wicked and became a witch in the world's population. I don't know where that child was taken... A good family made a fuss because of that Song villain." A yin and yang are separated, even if you cut him into pieces, you will not be able to understand the hatred in your heart." Cao Zhengying couldn't help crying at this point.

Fang Xi was silent. For some reason, a rare heat rose in his body. It was scorching hot, as if his internal organs and heart were about to burn.

He seems to have forgotten something, what should he remember?

It's chaotic, misty, like looking at flowers in fog, and dialing the moon in water.

"The child's name is...?" He heard him ask with a hoarse throat.

Just as Cao Zhengying was about to say something, he shook his head again, and sighed distressedly: "Your Excellency, don't ask, that name is a taboo of Black Crow. In the past few years, many people have brought children of similar age and appearance to Kunlun to seek refuge with the wicked. Gu, but none of them had their mouths sewn up, their ears cut off, and they were thrown out. In recent years, no one wants to know that child’s name from me. If it weren’t for your good-looking face, I wouldn’t tell you these things .”

Ask again, Cao Zhengying still keeps silent, so the clue to the mission is broken again.

Maybe torture and other methods can make him open his mouth, but Fang Xi doesn't want to do this. The game has rules of the game, and reality also has rules of reality. He shouldn't try to take shortcuts to find a breakthrough.

He's not in a hurry, he still has a lot of years to kill, so it's better to let the hidden missions happen.

After bidding farewell to Cao Zhengying, Fang Qi walked slowly towards the entrance of the village. It was still early today, and he still had time, so he didn't need to rush back. Anyway, there were friends in the valley who would not be exposed for a while.

"This eminent monk, can you tell Zhanbao Jialan where to go?" The one wearing the bamboo hat asked the white-bearded monk opposite in a strange and exotic tone.

"Zhanbao Jialan lives in front of Wulao Pass, I only heard about it, as for the exact location of Amitabha Buddha..." The old monk chanted the Buddha's name, expressing his helplessness.

The Indian monk only came to the Central Plains to set up a branch in recent years. He is old, and there is nothing he can do if he doesn't have good news. Originally, he made a special trip down the mountain to find disciples who joined the Shence Army, so he couldn't help much.

"Thank you." The monk with a foreign accent clasped his hands and saluted to show his gratitude.

When the old monk walked away, the monk wearing the bamboo hat saw him, and also saluted him as a disciple of Buddhism.

Fang Xi thought to himself, this is the breath of mission.

"The almsgiver is waiting, may I ask where to go to Wulao Pass?" the monk asked.

"..." Ask him all the way, is it really good, but if you look at the map, you should be able to find the destination... probably...

After accepting the task, Fang Xi took the young monk with an Indian accent on the stage horse.

In fact, Zhanbao Jialan is not difficult to walk. You can go straight to the official road at the gate of Fengyu Town and you can directly reach the gate of the dungeon. It’s just that one is unfamiliar with the place, and the other has a map but is a road idiot. In this way, this task is difficult. Fortunately, the Indian monk was not in a hurry and had a good temper, no matter how many fork roads he walked, he didn't get angry.

After an hour, Fang Xi was a little anxious.

Seeing the hot weather, the two of them got off their horses and sat down in a teahouse by the side of the road, ready to rest for a while and continue on their way.

"Your Mandarin is pretty good." Fang Xi added inwardly, although it still smelled of curry.

"Really, I have only been in the Central Plains for a few months, and I learned all of this along the way." The monk humbly recited a Buddha's name.

"..." He was able to master a foreign language by himself in a few months, and this person was also a top student.

The name of this Indian monk is Ju Ming. He came to the Central Plains this time to find the members of the Bodhi Society who came here to preach here in the early years. It took a while to step into the territory of the Tang Dynasty.

In fact, the Indian monk is not a positive role in the plot of Jisan. Although he is a Buddhist disciple, he came to the Central Plains with jealousy in an attempt to compete with Central Plains Buddhism.

But this one in front of him is different, he is gentle, modest and polite, and he is very different from those monks with upturned nostrils who think highly of themselves.

"I encountered a bottleneck when I was comprehending the Buddhist principles, so I hope to find an opportunity for epiphany in the Central Plains." Ju Ming said concisely, with a neither humble nor overbearing tone, and the lingering sandalwood on his body is easy to make people feel good.

Naturally, Fang Xi was no exception. Once they came and went, they became acquainted. After they got acquainted, they began to be curious about Ju Ming's appearance under the bamboo hat.

"It's so hot, don't you take off your hat?" Fang Xi asked seemingly casually.

Ju Ming paused suspiciously, and then helplessly put on the brim of his hat: "It's not that I don't want to take it off, it's just that I'm a foreigner, and my appearance is somewhat...attractive to you."

Just when Fang Xi wanted to say that you dare to come out and wander around like Motiero, why don't you want to, the bamboo hat with heavy curtains was buckled on the table.

Blonde hair pouring down, nose bridge upturned, red lips and white teeth, male and female appearance, under the golden hair curtain, a pair of blue eyes seem to be smiling but not smiling, a little white hair between the brows makes those blue eyes transparent, beautiful but not bewitching, very solemn Treasure phase.

Fang Qi actually didn't know how to describe him, anyway, he was not hurting him anyway.

A monk, a beautiful 280 soft golden-haired monk, wherever he puts it is a flashing object comparable to a light bulb, no wonder he said the above words.

But most importantly, why are you not bald.

Fang Xi looked at that smooth golden hair, and had the urge to grab it and braid it.

"I was afraid that I would not be able to spend enough money on the road, so I kept my hair so that I could sell it at any time." Ju Ming said with a smile.

Love or overhead mobile possessions? !

Fang Xi was startled.

The author has something to say:

Ju Ming didn't declare in advance by cp, otherwise you will have a strange feeling when watching the postscript, those who come from another pit probably know who he is hehehe...

I actually prefer the bald monk to the demon monk.

This is the manuscript deposit box, because I'm going out today... [Louch on the floor]