Under Fang Xing's strong request, Ying Qiaoqiao finally blushed and took off Fang Xing's body-fixing amulet, and then sat on the edge of the couch with a tender face, while Fang Xing stretched his arms and legs. Smiling, she leaned towards her, her eyes were shining brightly, she pursed her lips lustfully and kissed Ying Qiaoqiao, but Ying Qiaoqiao's frightened beauty turned pale, and she didn't know whether to hide or not It's time to hide, he is clearly a master of Jindan, but with both hands stretched out, Fang Xing couldn't stop Fang Xing from sticking his mouth to his face...
The warm breath blew her cheeks as hot as a soldering iron, and Ying Qiaoqiao felt dizzy like a rabbit bumping her heart.
"That's it..."
Gritting her teeth lightly, Ying Qiaoqiao was a little confused, and secretly made a decision.
However, the expected scene did not happen, and at the same time that mouth was kissing her face, Ying Qiaoqiao's body froze.
A purple gold talisman was stuck on her forehead.
This is a kind of demigod-level talisman, even with Ying Qiaoqiao's cultivation of the Jindan realm, it can't be deciphered for a while.
And Fang Xing folded his arms, stood in front of her with a smile, and said, "Master, I don't have much left now, but I still have some treasures. You stinky girl actually wants to force her into prostitution? In Shenzhou Didn't learn well, you..."
As she said that, she pressed Ying Qiaoqiao's head firmly, and cursed at her.
This purple-gold talisman is much stronger than Fang Xing and the seal talisman just now. Ying Qiaoqiao couldn't even utter a word, but just stared straight at Fang Xing. There were crystals in the eye sockets, but tears were already hanging on her face. Yes, with a sad and pitiful face.
Fang Xing was a little embarrassed, pondered for a while, and pinched Ying Qiaoqiao's face with a hey smile. He pinched Ying Qiaoqiao's face again when he felt it was slippery, and then said with a smile, "Don't pretend to be so pitiful, waste It’s my young master who has become Daoji, not you, and I don’t need you to pity me. A dignified Jindan monk abandons his cultivation path to marry my young master. Are you stupid, are you…”
"Ha ha… "
Amidst a long laugh, he strode out the door. When he was about to leave, he rubbed his two fingers together. He felt smooth and smooth, but he was a little excited in his heart. He muttered: "Mortals are molesting Jindan Daxiu? Suddenly, I feel that I am still very powerful." Well… "
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"Fatty man, get out!"
In the courtyard, Fang Xing yelled and cursed, but surprised Yu Sanliang who was sitting alone in the flower hall drinking the glass of wedding wine, poked his head out to look at him, Fang Xing also got angry when he saw him, rushed up and kicked him Beating up, cursing: "You fat man is promising, dare to force the young master to pay homage? Fortunately, you are a beauty, or else I will lose money, young master?"
Yu Sanliang, with his level of cultivation, did not dare to fight back, for fear that he would kill the bandit without hesitation. At any rate, Fang Xing's fists could not pose any threat to him now. Bridal chamber, what are you doing here?"
"Return to the bridal chamber, my lord, do you really think those who came to me are fools? If it weren't for the fact that the eldest lady gave me the blood lotus to change my breath, I would have been pushed out a long time ago. Now the little princess of Bohai Kingdom You cut off all the paths of practice, and suddenly retired to such a poor place like Bohai, do you think those people would not be able to see it? I think you have been a young suzerain for so many years, it is really useless, you are still such a pig head, Don't run, come here and let me give you two more kicks, motherfucker... you run very fast... "
After chasing and beating for a long time, I finally understood Yu Sanliang's scolding. After thinking for a while, I said seriously: "Junior Brother Fang, if you hadn't mentioned something back then, I, Yu Sanliang, would still be just a useless Daoist from the Qingyun Sect. , Maybe they have died in the sect strife, I will always remember this kindness in my heart, you don't have to worry about those enemies, I have been careful in handling things, and I have not revealed the slightest bit of wind, if you are worried, I can help you in other places Junior Sister Ying arranges a safe secluded house, and will definitely protect it well... "
"Secretize your uncle!"
Fang Xing got angry again, went up and kicked Yu Sanliang, but Yu Sanliang didn't change his face, didn't beat his heart, and didn't take it seriously, but made Fang Xing tired and panting for a while, before saying: " Don't talk about your uncle, really think that he owes me? Why did you give up your great future for nothing to live in seclusion with a useless person like me? Hehe, maybe you won't regret it in three or two years, maybe you won't regret it in ten or eight years, but three years What about ten or fifty years? What about a hundred years later? I’ll be in the grave by then, and I’ll still look like this!”
Having said that, he was also a little tired, so he sat down, picked up the jug and poured half of it into his mouth.
Yu Sanliang didn't know what to say, her brows were furrowed, and she looked at him with worry and pity.
"Come on, I also know that you are afraid that I will die drunk in the brothel, but there is no need for this!" Fang Xing waved his hand lazily: "In fact, I have been here for nearly three years, and I am also tired of it." Now, it's time to go out for a walk!"
"Junior Brother Fang, you are not in good health now, but you must..."
Yu Sanliang was taken aback, and subconsciously wanted to stop him.
"My health is not getting better!"
Fang Xing smiled indifferently, and said, "Staying here all the time, what's the difference between being in jail?"
Yu Sanliang didn't know what to say, but he still didn't want Fang Xing to leave, the world was dangerous, and Fang Xing had no cultivation at all, so he was really worried about letting him go out by himself, so he said something to accompany him Fang Xing refused to talk about relaxation, and drank a pot of wine. Fang Xing put down his glass and stood up, smiling: "I have to go, otherwise she should break free!"
Yu Sanliang was embarrassed, and didn't know whether to stop or not, so he could only pack up according to what he said.
Fang Xing clasped his fists at Yu Sanliang, and then slowly walked into the darkness.
A green donkey, a coir raincoat, and a wine gourd are all the luggage that Fang Xing wanted. He slowly leaned on the donkey and walked out along the stone path in Sea Demon City. Behind him, someone held his eyes. , Ahead, the sky is full of stars and the stars hang low. There are really too many interesting things in this world. Fang Xingxiang saw this world again, with a smile on his mouth, and he was in a good mood.
"Don't follow me anymore, and don't come looking for me. If you can still see me one day, my young master must be more majestic than before!"
After taking a sip of the wine, he drank it backwards.
In the void behind, Yu Sanliang, who followed quietly, stood in place, sighing, his heart blowing like the wind.
Not far away, on the top of the city, Ying Qiaoqiao in a red wedding dress stared at his back in a daze, her face was also full of tears.
After leaving Bohai State, I went on the road again. I don't know the purpose, but I feel good on the road.
He rode a green donkey and wandered into the territory of the Chu region in a leisurely manner. He drank a lot in the small wine shop at the foot of Qing Yunzong mountain, watching the disciples of Qing Yun sect dressed in green clothes talking and laughing gracefully outside the wine shop. , flew past the sky outside the restaurant, and when he was about to leave, he even suddenly saw a group of disciples who were not weak in the Qingyun Sect flying out of the mountain, controlling the magic weapon, and flew away , but saw a lot of acquaintances inside, Qin Xing'er, the woman who liked to wear apricot yellow clothes back then, Pi Junzi, a scholar in Shuwengu, Feng Qingwei who had many conflicts back then, and the down-to-earth Wu Tong and others, joined hands flyby.
"They haven't changed..."
Fang Xing smiled bitterly, drank the last glass of wine, stepped on the green donkey, and walked slowly up the mountain road.
"The man riding the donkey looks familiar!"
In the air, Qin Xing'er, a true disciple of Qingyun Sect, looked at Fang Xing's back and said with a frown.
"Yes...it looks familiar..."
Liu Heihu, another real biologist next to him, frowned and took the words. He looked at it carefully for a while, but suddenly laughed and said, "Junior Sister, look at his crooked appearance, does it look like the one I saw a few days ago?" Injured big black dog?"
"Chi..."
Qin Xing'er laughed out loud, gave Liu Heihu a blank look, and spat, "You're always out of shape!"
"There are rumors about the Qingyun sect, the less formal the better the ability!"
Liu Heihu laughed loudly, and turned his head to greet his disciples: "Brothers, let's set off quickly, time is running out!"
A group of disciples roared away, while Fangxing rode slowly on a donkey.
Leaving the realm of Qingyun Sect, he swayed slowly again, and came to the Xuanyu area where the mysterious coffin landed in the past. When he saw this Xuanyu, which was once full of opportunities, the aura was dimmed and the precious light was shattered, but there were still many monks Wandering around in this area, hoping to meet some fairy fate, Fang Xing sat there for two days at the place where he once beheaded Huangfu Daozi, then turned and left.
It was another long journey, the green donkey walked leisurely, and Fang Xing was not in a hurry. After three or five years, he slowly arrived at the Daxue Mountain area. Now the Daxue Mountain has been closed. The disciples, plus the cemetery of the Four Saints, are not allowed to enter by ordinary people, and Fang Xingbian can only walk around the periphery of the Daxue Mountain for a few days. This day, the donkey is tired, and he stands on the spot and refuses to move. Fang Xing had no choice but to get down and lead the donkey, and entered a farmhouse.
"Is anyone there? Passing guests ask for some water!"
Fang Xing stood at the door and called out, but saw a plain-clothed peasant woman with a flowered head tie open the curtain and come out.
"Go get the well water yourself, there is a bucket next to it!"
The woman held a wooden basin for washing rice, and pointed to the southwest corner of the yard.
Fang Xing was stunned suddenly, he didn't move for a long time, but just stared blankly at the woman.
"Is there anything else the guest wants?"
The peasant woman raised her head and gave Fang Xing a displeased look.
Fang Xing suddenly laughed and said, "Do you have any money? I'll rob you by the way!"
The peasant woman was slightly stunned, raised her head and looked at Fang Xing carefully for a while, her eyes seemed a little surprised and a little surprised, but after a long time, she relaxed, smiled, turned around and opened the curtain, and said with a soft smile: "The silver is No, but I am preparing to cook, and there is still a jug of bad wine, if you don't dislike the small room at home and the poor food, let's stay and have a meal together!"