"Stop, routine inspection!"
Qinghe County, Ximen.
Several warriors dressed in the uniforms of Gui Ling Sect disciples stared at every passerby with unkind expressions. They did not let go of the carriages and ox-carts covered by the hoods. They insisted on lifting them up to examine them carefully, no matter how much money they spent, it was useless. , causing a huge uproar.
The bullock cart slowly approached. Zhou Wenwu looked at this scene, but his whole body gradually became nervous.
He asked himself that he couldn't hide this kind of strict search, so he would definitely have to fight.
Fortunately, after a quick glance, he found that Song Zhong was not here, which made him let out a long sigh of relief.
Under the high pressure of the Gui Ling Sect, those who entered the city naturally did not dare to disobey. Many female relatives were pulled out of the carriage. Their faces were blushing and they covered their faces with their sleeves. The men next to them had blue veins.
Even though the speed was very slow, the long team moved forward slowly, and soon it was Fang Yuan's turn.
"Is it your wife or your daughter inside the bullock cart? Call me and let me take a look!"
A disciple with triangular eyes smiled, with a lustful look in his eyes, and stepped forward frivolously to lift the car curtain.
"hehe… "
When Fang Yuan heard this, he couldn't help laughing, and his eyes looking into the carriage were also filled with amusement.
"why are you laughing?"
Feeling the ridicule, the triangular-eyed hand had already pressed on the handle of the knife.
"Are you from Song Zhong? I laugh at you for not knowing that you are about to die. Aren't you an idiot?"
Fang Yuan shook his head, opened the five fingers of his right hand, and grabbed it with lightning speed.
Click! Hey!
Amidst the crisp sound, the triangular-eyed man covered his arms and fell to the ground with a face full of pain.
"Eagle Claw Kung Fu?"
Several Guiling Sect disciples looked at each other and, led by a green-robed young man, rushed over side by side: "Come together!"
Puff!
Fang Yuan took a deep breath, and a greenish-black color appeared on his skin. He didn't dodge at all, and stepped forward to attack hard.
After deliberately avoiding the sword, other punches, kicks and blunt force attacks fell on him, which were not painful or itchy at all, almost like scratching.
Instead, he would grab it with both claws, and every time one of his disciples would scream and fall down.
This situation immediately caused chaos at the city gate, and some officers and soldiers and more Guiling Sect disciples ran over.
"Zhou Wenwu, it's up to you!"
Fang Yuan gave a cold shout, and his figure turned around a few times before entering the city gate and disappearing.
"I am the son of Zhou Tong, the deacon of the outer sect of Guiling Sect!"
Zhou Wenwu stood up and held up an iron order: "As evidenced by the sect's token, I came here to report Elder Song Zhong for killing seventy-three members of my family, old and young! I hope the sect will make the decision for me!"
His last few words, almost hoarse at the top of his voice, could be heard all over the place. The Song Zhong disciples who fell on the ground turned pale after hearing this.
No matter how powerful Song Zhong is, he still can't cover the sky with one hand in Qinghe County. Now being shouted out by the Mistress in front of his face will definitely alarm the sect.
"It is indeed nephew Zhou Xian!"
Soon, a group of Gui Ling Sect disciples came over, surrounded by a white-haired old man. They looked at Zhou Wenwu and quickly comforted him: "Don't worry, my dear nephew, I, Gui Ling Sect, will never let go of the scum that kills people!"
He glanced coldly at the Song Zhong disciple on the ground and waved his hand: "Catch him!"
Immediately, many disciples came forward, took out thick ropes woven from buffalo hides, and tied them up thickly.
"Uncle Xue, I hope you will uphold justice for me!"
Zhou Wenwu performed completely in character, with tears streaming down his face.
In fact, in the bottom of his heart, a coldness radiated out, penetrating into his bones.
How could the sect really not know about what happened in Qingye City? The elders of his own line allowed the disciples of the Song Zhong sect to show off their power here, and had to wait for him to show up before showing up. This was to deliberately make things worse and put pressure on the sect leader.
But the lord of the clan is sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai and adding fuel to the flames.
The entire Guiling Sect was like a giant beast that opened its mouth and slowly devoured him!
"By the way, where are the righteous men who escorted my nephew here?"
Elder Xue checked Zhou Wenwu's pulse, a look of surprise appeared on his face, and asked again.
"Brother Fang? Maybe he left on his own..."
Zhou Wenwu knew very well that Fang Yuan was unwilling to wade into troubled waters, so he said at this time: "Where is the sect master? I want to meet the sect master immediately!"
"Of course, but before that, let's meet Elder Han of our lineage! He has been waiting for you for a long time!"
Elder Xue grabbed Zhou Wenwu's arm with such strength that even if he was not injured, it would be impossible for him to escape.
"All right!"
Zhou Wenwu smiled bitterly and responded.
…
Among the crowd, Fang Yuan, who silently watched this scene, was shocked and quickly dispersed with the flow of people.
"Sure enough... At this time, the internal competition in Gui Ling Sect has reached a fever pitch. Even if Zhou Wenwu enters the game at this time, he will be treated as a pawn by both parties and cannot control himself!"
Naturally, he didn't want to end up like this, so he created chaos, attracted attention, and then ran away quickly.
Even Zhou Wenwu, a direct descendant, was treated involuntarily, what do you think he, an outsider, could do
"But this time Song Zhong made a mistake first and it was extremely difficult to pass. If he was executed directly, it would really save me a lot of trouble..."
In a dark corner, Fang Yuan slightly changed his appearance, and immediately walked swaggeringly on the streets of the county city.
The previous commotion at the city gate lasted not long ago, and there was not much notice in the city. It was still a bustling and noisy scene.
Compared with Qingye City, there were more warriors here in twos and threes. There were even women carrying swords, which made Fang Yuan pay more attention.
Of course, there are ladies in this world who are stuck in the world, but if women practice martial arts, there are also many strong ones among them.
For example, the Wu Zong who returned to the Ling Sect seemed to be a woman and was very famous in Qinghe County.
"The main purpose of coming to the county this time is to deliver the bomb Zhou Wenwu. The second is to collect more spiritual seeds, and preferably also to obtain information about the spiritual land..."
It was rare for Fang Yuan to travel far away. Now that he had finally arrived in the county, he naturally didn't want to leave just like that.
Moreover, we also need to inquire about the situation and know the final fate of Song Zhong.
"However, spiritual seeds are hard to find, and the secret of the spiritual land cannot be found in ordinary stores. However, I have been searching for them one by one, and I should have gained something..."
He looked around and saw a huge attic standing in the center of the street. The door was bustling with people, and the business was obviously very good.
"Sihai Pavilion?"
Fang Yuan muttered a few words and stepped directly through the door.
"Master, what are your orders?"
As soon as he entered the door, a waiter came forward with a smile on his face, showing no contempt for Fang Yuan because of his ordinary clothes.
"I'm from out of town. What do you mainly sell here?"
Fang Yuan looked around, with a slight curiosity in his eyes.
"Sir, you are really discerning. Our Sihai Pavilion is the largest store in the entire Qinghe County. From sundries and general merchandise, to secret weapons, and even intelligence and martial arts, we sell everything and accept everything!"
The waiter replied proudly.
"oh?!"
Fang Yuan raised his eyebrows, knowing that if the waiter wasn't lying, this eighth grader of Sihai Pavilion had an official background, or was simply a member of Gui Ling Sect.
Otherwise, will the Angelica Ling Sect spare anyone who dares to say such nonsense in this city
"Are you really selling everything?"
"I'm joking. There are so many rare treasures in the world. If you really said a few legendary things, then we really don't have them in this pavilion. But if we don't have them in the entire Qinghe County, you don't have to ask other people. The place has been found!”
The waiter smiled slightly, with sharp teeth and a sharp mouth.
"Too… "
After hearing this, Fang Yuan couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope in his heart: "I want spiritual seeds. I wonder if you have any here?"
"Spiritual seed?"
The waiter gasped a little: "This thing is not cheap!"
"Um?"
Fang Yuan was a little surprised: "Really?"
There seems to be a small piece of spiritual land within the Gui Ling Sect in this county, which is dedicated to growing various spiritual objects. It would not be unbelievable if it was spread.
After all, Lin Yuanwai was able to get him a bottle of ruby rice seeds last time, so Sihai Pavilion should not disappoint him.
"Do you really want to buy spiritual seeds?"
The waiter's face looked a little hesitant.
"Don't worry, do you think I can't pay?"
When Fang Yuan saw his appearance, he immediately smiled and threw out a gold leaf: "Take me there!"
This time when he went out, he took all the gold and silver in the valley with him, just in case of emergencies. After all, buying spiritual seeds and spiritual land materials was a huge expense no matter how you looked at it.
"okay!"
The waiter's eyes lit up: "Please come over here!"
Inside the Sihai Pavilion, there are many separate boxes. After crossing a curtain, the hustle and bustle of the outside world is immediately cut off.
"Living Room No. 13!"
The waiter took Fang Yuan into a hall and immediately bowed and backed away.
Not long after, two maids with charming smiles came forward, respectfully invited Fang Yuan to sit down, and arranged a tea and fruit plate.
"Is this treatment upgraded to another level?"
Fang Yuan thought with some dumbfounding, and then he saw an old man who looked like an official walking in and saluted him: "Old man Qian is resurrected and he is the shopkeeper of Sihai Pavilion. This guest wants to ask for spiritual seeds?"
"Exactly, what do you have here? The price is negotiable!"
Fang Yuan waved his hand, looking particularly heroic.
In fact, he was a little worried, not knowing whether his net worth was enough.
"Spiritual seeds are not a rare thing. We have sold a lot of them in this pavilion. However, there are very few of them that can actually be planted. Many famous people have even lost their money because of this. Little brother, please be careful!"
Mr. Qian seemed to be kindly admonishing: "All spiritual seeds are favored by heaven and earth. Only spiritual seeds can be planted on a large scale. In the entire Qinghe County, only the Gui Ling Sect has a small area. Anyone else..."
He shook his head, his expression said it all.
"But if you don't hesitate to spend money and build up the soil, there is still some hope of survival. Otherwise, how did those short-lived wild spiritual plants in the deep mountains come from?"
However, Fang Yuan was originally an expert in planting, and had personally cultivated spiritual seeds, so he had experience, so he answered without hesitation.