The Cannon Fodder Big Brother collapsed again

Fang Qian walked towards the window lattice subconsciously, and just took two steps, he heard a cough, the sound was not loud, but to Fang Qian's ears, it was like thunder.He looked back and saw the familiar old man standing behind him.The old man still had his arms around his waist, looking half dead, his old eyes were cloudy.

"Guest officer, is this considered uninvited?" The old man sighed in a low voice, implying a reprimand.He walked forward slowly, and stopped after a few steps, but finally moved to the window, closed the window, and shut out the moonlight.

The room suddenly went dark again.

The old man seemed to have noticed this too, and touched the cabinet next to the screen again.Fang Qian was also idle, so he stepped forward to help the old man, and brought him over: "The old man opened the door for business. I waited downstairs for a long time and no one came, so I went upstairs. Please forgive me, old man."

The old man took out the flint from the cabinet, rubbed it with trembling hands a few times before lighting the fire.The second floor suddenly regained light.The old man said with a straight face, "Do you want to buy any news this time?"

Fang Qian took out a piece of Lingshi directly, pinched it around his fingertips, and said with a smile: "Then I will ask directly. Who are you?"

Before the old man could answer, Fang Qian took another step closer to the old man, and continued to ask: "How old are you, what is your cultivation level? Are you another master here?"

The old man stretched out his hand to protect the candle lamp in his hand in the windless room, which made his palm look sallow but the back of his hand was pitch black.The skin folds were chapped more like... dragon claws.

The old man was silent for a while, then said in a low voice: "You are a monk, you should be able to tell whether I have cultivation or not."

Fang Qian walked around to the window calmly. For some reason, this place always gave him a dangerous feeling, which he had rarely experienced before. "What the eyes see may not be the truth."

The old man did not deny it, but held up the lamp and glanced at Fang Qian: "I advise you not to open that window."

Now that the other party has said so, Fang Qian no longer hesitates.He opened the window with a bang and looked out.

Outside the window, the moonlight is still like water, the stars are like chains, and the thin clouds are slowly floating, like the last layer of gauze on a graceful woman.But this Chunsheng is no more than the height of the second floor, and the view from the window is terribly good. There is not a single store in a residential building to block the moonlight.Fang Qian couldn't help getting closer, only then did he confirm that Qingshui Town was no longer outside the window.

This is already another space, comfortable and empty.And when Fang Qian got closer, he realized that a giant dragon was sleeping with its eyes closed at a place higher than the window.Its dragon scales shone bright silver in the moonlight.On the four claws of the silver dragon, the familiar chains of immortal locks dug into the flesh tightly, trapping it here.

Fang Qian frowned slightly. It wasn't the first time he saw a dragon, but it was the first time he felt a sense of suffocation because of the holy new life of the dragon.

The human voice startled the dragon.Its eyelids lifted slightly, and its huge body writhed.But his eyes didn't seem to see where Fang Qian was, they were full of emptiness.

Such a strong gloom.

Fang Qian was disgusted for a moment.Such a holy and huge silver dragon was parasitized by countless worms.The filth condensed by these yin qi was like barnacles parasitic on the boat. It climbed up the limbs of the dragon along the fairy lock chain, and gathered under the silver dragon, eagerly snatching and plundering the dragon's dragon energy.

It turns out that there is dragon energy nourishing, no wonder those people can survive without sleep at night, and the Yin energy is nourished out of consciousness.

But Dragon Qi is the most upright, upright and domineering Qi in the world, how dare these things invade Dragon just like that?Unless it's man-made... But who exactly is doing this, and for what purpose?

The voice of the old man came over slowly: "I reminded you not to look at it, these things have nothing to do with you, you know, if you stay in this city, you will only add more pain to yourself."

"Why should I stay in this kind of place?" Fang Qian gave the old man a funny look.

The old man walked towards the window, and his slow pace became faster and faster, as if he was looking forward to the scenery outside the window.He squeezed Fang Qian away, looked up at the imprisoned giant dragon outside the window, and his lifeless face suddenly became alive: "We humans are born ordinary and weak, and the claws of wild beasts in the mountains are enough to kill us." Killing, breaking through the cultivation base is also full of difficulties. But the dragon race is different, they are born to be blessed by heaven. Don't you want to know why they are so special? Can their dragon energy be used by humans?"

Fang Qian's heart was heavy.He watched helplessly as the old man said these words, as if he had rejuvenated, and the traces of time on his body faded away.His skin gradually became smoother, his stooped body became straight again, and his hoarse voice became clearer and brighter, he clearly looked like a young and middle-aged man.

Only that silver hair makes him look like he doesn't attract dust.

Fang Qian raised his eyebrows, and his expression was rarely surprised: "...Uncle Master?"

He has seen this man.When he first entered Taihang, he was punished by his master to copy books in Zangshu Pavilion.Fang Qian wrote very fast, and after copying the book, he didn't want to go back and continue to sit in the Ritual and Music class, so he rummaged up and down in the library to see if there was anything interesting.

The portrait of the person in front of him is hidden and placed at the top.

It stands to reason that Taihang has an ancestral hall dedicated to the ancestors of the immortal sect. It is really unreasonable to put away the portraits of the ancestors.Fang Qian found Tang Jingci with the portrait in his arms. It was the first time he saw his master turn his face completely cold towards him.

"This man is a traitor to Xianmen, and he is not worthy of being in the ancestral hall."

The more Tang Jingci said this, the more curious Fang Qian became.Later, he found out that this person was Chen Shuyu, who was his uncle according to his seniority, who was good at geomancy, and had betrayed his teacher 300 years ago.

It seems to be Qi Ruoyun's master.

He had already reached the strength of a true immortal before he was judged to be a teacher, but he didn't know why he couldn't ascend.

It's just that Fang Qian didn't meet this master directly, so he didn't know why he was caught in the shadows... Could it be because of a painting?

Seeing Fang Qian's delicate expression, Chen Shuyu couldn't help but be a little curious: "Have you met me? There is also a relationship between you and me?"

Fang Qian's eyes narrowed for a moment, and he noticed the word Ye in Chen Shuyu's mouth. So his master Tang Jingci was also in this city, but he didn't know when it was.

Fang Qian thought for a while and said directly: "I come from Taihang Xianmen."

Chen Shuyu suddenly understood the reason why Fang Qian called him Uncle Master earlier.He shook his head with some emotion: "So that's the case... It's a pity that your elders in the sect don't approve of this title. It seems that the relationship between me and Xianmen will be very delicate in the future."

He paused as he spoke: "Just like another person, he draws his sword first after meeting me, and he has never talked so well like you and me."

Fang Qian understood that the man seemed to be the master who had not escaped.

Chen Shuyu asked again: "Junior, let me ask you, can I ascend in the future?"

"You?" Fang Qian hooked the corner of his mouth, and Jun Hong pulled out his sheath and turned into an arc of light to stab the person in front of him. "Of course not."

But it was just a feint.The sword energy swept forward, but Fang Qian's figure jumped to the side, and the whole person smashed out of the window.He has a relaxed and elegant figure, and the silver dragon looks like another pair of stars and the moon under the moonlight.The sword light pierced through the night, and slashed straight at the chain of immortal locks: "You want to soar even if you are doing crooked ways, just dreaming!"

Under the agitation of the sword energy, a crack appeared in the immortal lock chain.

The originally lifeless Silver Dragon was shaken by this shock, his half-drooped eyelids all opened, and his huge body writhed uncontrollably, trying to break the chain.Fang Qian took a deep breath, and was about to strike again, but suddenly felt a huge spiritual energy hitting him from behind, so he had to block it with Jun Hong.

He turned to look.Chen Shuyu has also left the house.In the void, he walked steadily as if his feet were on the ground, and the aura burst out from his body, but it didn't come towards Fang Qian.The silver dragon who had just raised its head seemed to be oppressed by something, and had to lower its head again.Anger and resignation made it look a little hideous.

A trace of blood oozed from the corner of Fang Qian's mouth.

Chen Shuyu suppressed Yinlong with cold eyes.He was condescending, looking at Fang Qian with contempt and pity: "You can't change history, but I can let you die in history."

"Is there really no way to change it?"

In the midst of death, Fang Qian smiled.There was a warning sign in Chen Shuyu's heart, but before Chen Shuyu could make a move, Fang Qian had swung his sword again.The sword's edge accurately slashed on the crack he made earlier.

The crack on the fairy lock chain widened again, and Chen Shuyu's face changed slightly, but he seemed to be scrupulous. He raised his hand and did not attack Fang Qian, but wanted to forcibly delay the time.

He and Yinlong are the masters of this fleeting image, but the current phantom also relies on Fang Qian to exist, not to mention that since it is of the same origin, he does not want to take Fang Qian's life.

However, this fleeting image was an illusion to Fang Qian, but it was real to him.

Fang Qian's actions made Chen Shuyu's suppression a little looser, Yinlong struggled and twisted again, and the huge dragon's head slammed towards Chen Shuyu and bit it directly.

The body of the dragon is difficult to penetrate with swords and spears, and any dragon scale that is allowed to be taken away by a living dragon is a heart guard that monks dream of.Chen Shuyu had no choice but to back away to avoid the dragon bite.With his feet a little bit in the air, he passed the silver dragon like a cannonball, and pointed at Fang Qian, who was already riding on the dragon at this time, and continued to slash the immortal chain.

You can't kill him, but you can stop him, abolish him, and leave him with nothing but a life.

The dragon's body is huge, but the human figure is small, Yinlong couldn't turn around to support Fang Qian for a while.

Fang Qian turned a blind eye to the aura coming from behind, but slashed the last sword, a crack appeared on Jun Hong again, and the chain of immortal lock also split in response.

Fang Qian took a hard blow from Chen Shuyu, the hairpin fell behind him, and his black hair slid down.

At the same time, the silver dragon soared out of the sky, swept its long tail, and destroyed the entire city in an instant.

Fang Qian fell from Yinlong the moment he escaped from his trap.Before losing consciousness, a golden dragon was seen flashing out.

How come there is still a dragon?