"Shameless!" Wu Yu'er was obviously stunned, and then her face turned red with embarrassment, although she didn't know what Fang Zhengzheng meant by fucking her.
However, she could clearly see the smile on Fang Zhengzheng's face. It was a smile that was extremely shameless.
"Qing Yi's injury should be almost healed, right?" Fang Zhengzheng had no intention of explaining to Wu Yu'er. After thinking about it, he spoke again.
"What? You don't even let Qingyi go?"
"..." Fang Zhengzheng gave Wu Yu'er a look of disdain directly. This was all nonsense. Why couldn't he interpret the words spoken by such a pure person with pure thoughts
…
Qingyi was finally brought over by Wu Yu'er.
Since his identity was exposed, Qingyi has no longer shown himself in the costume of a villager, but he still wears the same set of black clothes and a black hat.
"Sir, are you looking for me?" Qingyi stopped three steps in front of Fang Zhengzheng, and then gave a respectful salute to Fang Zhengzheng.
"How's the injury?" Fang Zhengzheng glanced at Qingyi, and then pointed to the chair next to him, indicating that Qingyi could sit down and talk.
But Qingyi obviously had no intention of sitting down. He just nodded lightly, then lifted up a corner of his clothes and took a very serious look.
"The injury has basically recovered, thank you for your concern, Sir!"
"..." Fang Zhengzheng looked at the corner of the clothes that once again covered Qingyi's body. His expression froze for a moment, and then he shook his head helplessly: "Qingyi, you know why I left you in Beishan Village. ?"
"Qingyi failed to protect me well, please punish me!" When Qingyi heard this, he knelt down with a plop and hit his forehead directly on the ground.
"..." Fang Zhengzheng was speechless again, but he had no way to blame, because he knew that Qingyi grew up in the Shadow Gate.
Being raised as a swordsman and accepting the thoughts of a swordsman, the deep-rooted master-servant relationship has long been flowing in Qingyi's blood, and it is impossible to change it.
"Get up, that's not what I want to say, I mean to ask you... Do you know why I left you in Beishan... Ahem, it seems to mean the same thing, forget it, I'll just say it, The reason I left you in Beishan Village is that I hope you can protect my parents, but many people can do this, so why do I have to let you do it? Can you understand what I mean?"
"Qingyi understands because Qingyi is loyal enough!"
"Well, apart from this, there is actually another reason that has something to do with yourself." Fang Zhengzheng knew that he had no way to continue asking, so he could only be more straightforward.
"Is it related to Qingyi? Please make it clear, sir."
"It's very simple. I think your cultivation has reached a bottleneck. It's good that you can concentrate on practicing swordsmanship and be distracted. At the same time, your sword is sharp enough, which is also good. But..." Fang Zhengzheng Halfway through his words, he looked at Qing Yi who looked humble and respectful in front of him. For some reason, he suddenly blushed: "Well, actually, I don't know much about cultivation, but I want to give you a suggestion. .”
"Please give me your advice, sir." Upon hearing this, Qingyi fell to his knees again, his face full of humility and respect.
"Ahem, I can't talk about advice. I just think your sword is a little too sharp. It can only advance but not retreat. As the old saying goes, the strongest is easy to break, and the best is like water. Can you... understand what I mean?"
"Understand, the meaning of worshiping the Lord is to make light clothes as soft as water, right?"
"Um."
"Qingyi, please tell me, Sir, what do you need to do?"
"Sigh... You can understand what I mean, but you can't understand what I mean. In fact, I put you in Beishan Village just because I hope you can understand this on your own."
"Qingyi is stupid and has disappointed the worshiper."
"It doesn't count. In fact, I had not yet become a saint at that time. Even if I say that I really understand, it is not true. Forget it, just do something."
"My lord, please give me your orders!"
"You try to chat with the people in the village, and then help them with some farm work." Fang Zhengzheng touched his forehead and chatted with Qingyi. It was impossible to pretend to be serious.
Because, in Qingyi's heart, obeying orders is always the first priority. Under such circumstances, anything Fang Zhengzheng says can only be conveyed in the form of orders.
"Yes, Qingyi is going now!" Qingyi turned around and left without even asking, and quickly disappeared into the small courtyard.
After Qingyi disappeared, Wu Yu'er's little head poked in from the door of the small courtyard, with a strange light in his dark eyes.
"You asked Qingyi to come, wouldn't you just ask her to chat with the villagers and do farm work?" Wu Yu'er obviously didn't understand. After all, it is really inappropriate for a swordsman to do such a thing. In other words, it's a bit like overkill and overkill.
"Yes, didn't you hear everything?" Fang Zhengzheng nodded.
"I don't believe it. You must have some conspiracy. Tell me, do you have a crush on Qingyi? If you really do, my sect leader will say that Qingyi will be yours tonight. Wait a minute. You are not going to betroth Qingyi to Beishan Village, are you? The sect leader is not willing... "
Wu Yu'er muttered to herself, while Fang Zhengzheng slowly closed his eyes, leaned back on the chair, found a comfortable position and lay down, ignoring Wu Yu'er.
"Hey, shameless guy, are you talking?"
"You'll understand after a while." Fang Zhengzheng replied casually, without even opening his eyes. However, in his eyes, there was another world.
In that world, it was also the scene of Beishan Village, but what was different from the real world was that Beishan Village in that world was only black and white.
…
In the black and white world, Qingyi came to a villager, saluted and said hello, and very carefully offered to help the villager carry farm tools.
The result was that the villagers refused with fear.
"Miss Qingyi, you are a big shot. This kind of rough and dirty farm work is not done by a big shot like you. Please, Miss Qingyi, please don't waste my time."
"..." Qingyi's hand stopped in front of the farm tools, and the expression on her face looked a little unnatural. However, she had no intention of giving up and continued to look for the villagers doing farm work in the village.
After asking and chatting one by one, Qingyi finally walked towards the small courtyard again after walking around the whole village.
Fang Zhengzheng's eyes opened at this moment, a silvery white light flashed away, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth unconsciously.
"Shameless guy, you don't really fall in love with Qing Yi, do you? With such a beautiful woman like this sect leader in front of you, are you blind?" Wu Yu'er glanced at Qing Yi standing at the door of the small courtyard, He looked at Fang Zhengzheng who opened his eyes again, and his face became strange.
"Did you get rejected?" Fang Zhengzheng ignored Wu Yu'er and sat up straight again, looking at Qing Yi standing at the door of the small courtyard.
"Please forgive me, my lord, Qingyi..."
"Let's try another method." Fang Zhengzheng interrupted Qingyi's words, and then pointed his finger to the east: "Uncle Li is chopping firewood, please try to praise Uncle Li's knife skills first. , then ask Uncle Li to teach you, and then you can use the knife skills that Uncle Li taught you to help him with the farm work."
"Yes!" Qingyi nodded again, still without any doubts or inquiries, and turned around and walked towards the east.
Wu Yu'er's eyes lit up at this moment. She looked at Qing Yi who was leaving, and then at Fang Zhengzheng, who had a slight smile on his face in front of him. His eyes also rolled around, as if he was thinking about something.
After a moment, Wu Yu'er also jumped up, feeling as if she had thought of something particularly remarkable and something that particularly reflected her intelligence.
"You are teaching Qing Yi? Right?!"
"..." Fang Zhengzheng rolled his eyes at Wu Yu'er, but when he saw Wu Yu'er's expectant expression, he still replied meaningfully: "You are really smart as ice and snow!"
"Huh, you told the truth." A bright smile soon appeared on Wu Yu'er's face, and then she looked at Dongfang, and then her body suddenly trembled: "Huh? How did you know? Uncle Li is chopping wood? I remember you never left here?"
"If I said I have two pairs of eyes, would you believe it?" Fang Zhengzheng looked at Wu Yu'er and raised the corner of his mouth again, revealing a bright smile.
"Xin, it's weird that I believe you!" Wu Yu'er replied to Fang Zhengzheng with contempt, and then muttered again: "You must have discussed it with Uncle Li early in the morning, right?"
Fang Zhengzheng didn't look back at Wu Yu'er, but just gave her a middle finger, then lay back again and closed his eyes.
…
One day passed quickly, then two days, three days, four days...
Qingyi used the methods taught to her by Fang Zhengzheng, and kept asking the villagers for advice on how to do farm work, and gradually integrated with the villagers of Beishan Village.
"I didn't expect that Miss Qingyi is not only very strong, but also open-minded and eager to learn."
"Isn't that right? She is not only studious, but also smart. I only taught her once, and the vegetables she grew are even neater than mine!"
"Yes, this girl is really nice. I always thought she was taciturn before, but now she suddenly becomes cheerful, as if she is a completely different person."
There were discussions everywhere in Beishan Village.
"A different person?" Qingyi in the corner, listening to the villagers' discussion, finally showed a thoughtful expression in his eyes: "The strongest is easy to break, the best is like water... I, I seem to understand!"
"Do you understand? Hardness is yang and softness is yin. Some things can actually be done in a different way. The same goes for practicing swordsmanship. If the sword is fast enough, it is naturally good. However, slowness is not necessarily bad, because the speed of the sword is slow. Once you get down, you can think more and make more changes when drawing your sword." A figure appeared behind Qingyi.
Qingyi's body trembled, and then he knelt down on the ground and kowtowed three times to the figure: "Qingyi, thank you for your guidance!"
"You don't need to thank me. I'm helping you, but actually I'm helping myself." Fang Zhengzheng shook his head, and then he also helped up Qing Yi, who was kneeling on the ground.
In fact, he had thought a lot during this period, such as what Yun Qingwu had been doing in the past few years, and he had talked about these things with Wu Yu'er.
But there is a little...
But he never said anything.
That is, Yun Qingwu's real strength is not just strategy, but her extraordinary commanding ability. A single spark can start a prairie fire. As long as Yun Qingwu is given ten soldiers, she can use these ten soldiers to conquer a village. , and then changed the number into a hundred, then into a thousand, ten thousand, or even one hundred thousand.
"One person can only be as powerful as one person, Yun Qingwu, the war between us is now the real beginning!" Fang Zhengzheng narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Cangling Mountain, the blood shadow In the direction of the city, it seems that there is another world there.
I don't know how long it took, but a silvery white light finally flashed in Fang Zhengzheng's eyes, and then a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Okay, let's start with you for the first shot!"
…
Half a month later.
The autumn wind is coming and the smoke is rising.
The current situation in the Southern Territory is not good, it can even be said to be extremely bad. A month ago, the most central Holy Mountain City has been occupied. Then, Yun Qingwu easily moved from the Holy Mountain City as a member of the Shan clan's royal family. An order was issued to summon the Nanling Tribe and the Tiebing Tribe back to the Holy Mountain City for rescue.
Although the two chiefs of the Nanling Tribe and the Tieqiu Tribe felt different, how could they sit idly by and ignore the situation when the Holy Mountain City was in danger
The result is obvious. Before the soldiers of the Nanling Tribe and the Tieqiu Tribe arrived at the Holy Mountain City, hundreds of thousands of elite demon soldiers from the Demon Clan had already killed themselves out of the Blood Shadow City and captured Nanling and Tieqiu in one fell swoop. Fortified city.
And now, three of the four tribes, Yan Crow, Shi Zun, Han Yuan, and Thunder Lion, have been lost, and only one tribe, Thunder Lion, is still holding on.
"Your Majesty, the Southern Territory has been lost. Please, Your Majesty, preserve the blood of the Shan clan for the future of the Southern Territory... Run away!" On the city wall of the Thunder Lion Tribe, the three tribal chiefs knelt on the ground. Everyone's body was stained with bright red blood, and one of them even had his arms broken.
"Are you running away? Where are you going?" Shan Yu, who was wearing a long animal skin skirt, looked at the demon army that had approached one mile away from the Thunder Lion tribe in the distance, with a look of despair and confusion in his eyes.
It can be seen that Shanyu is extremely tired now, and his wheat-colored skin is stained with dust, but Shanyu obviously doesn't care about it anymore.
Because, as the three chiefs said, it is no longer possible to hold on to the Southern Territory.
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