After listening to Fang Yu's narration, his eyes were full of shock.
He originally thought that a strong man like Fang Yu would be going smoothly from the beginning of his growth to the present.
Even if you encounter any setbacks, it is only short-lived and can be easily resolved.
But I didn't think that Fang Yu actually suffered the pain of destroying the sect back then!
This kind of pain has never been experienced in Huai Xu, and I can't empathize with it.
He could only tell from the cold killing intent on Fang Yu's face how much impact this incident had on Fang Yu.
"So, what do you think I should do now?" Fang Yu looked at Huaixu and asked.
Huaixu glanced at the file in Fang Yu's hand, shook his head, and said apologetically: "Brother Fang, forgive me... I can't give you advice."
"It's okay, you just assume this happened to you, which approach would you choose?" Fang Yu asked.
"I... should let them rebuild the Purple Flame Palace, and then go to destroy the sect... Let them experience the pain of being destroyed again." Huaixu said hesitantly.
At Huaixu's age, he has no intention of killing.
But after he put himself into Fang Yu's identity, what he thought of... is definitely not kind.
What Ziyan Palace did was worthy of the ultimate revenge.
"Then do it." Fang Yu put the license on Huaixu's desk and said, "You send this license to the Wen'an Martial Arts Association, and let them tell the group of remnants of the Purple Flame Palace that they can establish a sect. The door is closed."
"Okay." Huaixu said, taking the license file.
"Once their sect is established, tell me immediately." Fang Yu said.
"Well, I will send someone to pay attention." Huaixu said.
Fang Yu nodded, bowed his head and poured himself a cup of tea.
Although it was difficult to resist the hostility, Fang Yu was willing to do so in order to cause the most extreme pain to the remnants of the Purple Flame Palace.
The sins committed by Ziyan Palace were too cheap for them just to kill them.
Let them rebuild the Ziyan Palace, and then destroy the sect again in the same way as in the past.
This time, Fang Yu will give them the heaviest blow and the deepest fear.
…
After sitting for a while, Huaixu said, "Brother Fang, I will officially return to the stage tomorrow."
"Yes." Fang Yu nodded, and said, "Now the martial arts association is smoggy, you should come forward and take care of it."
"I don't care about the moths inside. The key is the half-spirit..." Huaixu said.
"By the way, I just remembered that yesterday evening, the semi-spirit race found my house directly." Fang Yu said.
"They are so courageous?" Huaixu asked with a slight change of face.
"It's just a few puppets, they were blasted out by my palm, but the man who controlled them afterwards left me a few words." Fang Yu said.
"What did you say?" Huaixu asked.
"It's nothing, nothing more than boring and ruthless things like wanting me to die." Fang Yu said, "I can't track his location through this kind of voice transmission technique, so there is no follow-up."
Huaixu's face was solemn, thinking about something.
"They should send someone to find me again soon. I will try my best to collect more information when that happens," Fang Yu said.
"Brother Fang, if they really come to you, you must notify me." Huaixu said solemnly, "I must understand what kind of people they are, otherwise it will be difficult to deal with."
"Yes." Fang Yu replied.
…
Fang Yu left the hidden forest villa and wandered in the street.
He must take a walk now, otherwise the hostility in his chest cannot dissipate.
Back to the central area of Beidu, there is a historic street called Hengtong Ancient Street.
This street has a history of thousands of years and is crowded with pedestrians.
What attracts pedestrians is not the history of this street, but also the stalls here.
On both sides of this street, there are various stalls. The items sold in the stalls come from various regions, and there are often rare special items.
Fang Yu walked forward among the crowds, and looked at the stalls on both sides from time to time.
Most stalls sell some small accessories or some souvenirs, but no snacks.
"I came to the wrong place." Fang Yu shook his head slightly, speeding up and walking forward.
There are many tourists on this street, and there are people stopping in front of almost every stall.
After Fang Yu walked a long distance forward, he suddenly saw a stall that no one cared about.
On this stall, an irregularly shaped object was placed, which seemed to be an ordinary stone.
The man who set up the stall was a boy who looked underage.
Although it has been winter, he is still wearing only a thin short sleeve, holding his feet, and he is skinny.
"Child, what are you selling?" Before Fang Yu walked up, a bald middle-aged man holding a child walked to the stall and asked.
"This is a red fruit from the outskirts of our northwest. It is very rare..." The boy immediately introduced when someone came to ask.
"You mean, this is fruit?" The bald man opened his eyes wide and looked at the stone-like objects below.
"Yes, this is the red dust fruit. It is only wild and cannot be planted... Our area produces one a year!"
Before the boy finished speaking, the bald man left with the child in his arms.
The boy sighed disappointedly and lowered his head.
Fang Yu stepped forward, knelt down, picked up a red fruit, and squeezed it slightly.
You can really feel the softness inside.
But it is really difficult to tell from the outside that it is a fruit.
Fang Yu had never heard of the name Hong Chen Guo before.
"You just said that this kind of fruit only grows one a year?" Fang Yu asked.
Hearing the sound, the boy immediately raised his head, seeing that Fang Yu was playing with the red fruit, and immediately nodded and said: "Well, there is only one in a year."
"It's only one in a year, why did it fall into your hands?" Fang Yu asked with a raised eyebrow.
"There is really only one! I didn't lie." The boy said excitedly, "The reason why it is all in my hands is because the red fruit trees are only available in our family..."
"You just said that it is the Northwestern characteristic. Since it is a characteristic, how come it is only available in your family?" Fang Yu asked again.
The boy looked up at Fang Yu, his dark face appeared hesitant, but he quickly became firm.
"Before he died, my grandfather often told me a story repeatedly..."
"When my grandfather was young, he once met a monk with ragged clothes. The monk passed by the door and asked him for water and food. At that time, his grandfather was very poor and his family was surrounded by walls. But when he saw this monk so pitiful, he was so pitiful. He took out the only piece of bread left and gave it to the monk."
"The monk ate this cake. The apprentice wanted to thank my grandfather, so he took a seed from his pocket and gave it to my grandfather."
"The monk said that by cultivating this seed, grandpa's life will be drastically changed..."
Hearing this, Fang Yu asked: "Then, has your grandpa's life changed?"
The boy shook his head and said sadly: "My grandfather remembers the monk's words all his life. He has always watered these seeds, but decades have passed, they just don't grow... Until my grandfather passed away a year ago, this seed Just started to grow."
"It wasn't until last month that this tree grew a fruit. I picked the red fruit and wanted to sell it..."
"I thought there would be a lot of people here in Beidu who knew about Hongchen Guo..."
After hearing the boy's words, Fang Yu frowned slightly, looking at the stone-shaped fruit in his hand.
Assuming that what the boy said is true, then this so-called red fruit is really not simple.
The growth cycle alone is comparable to some medicinal materials.
But from the outside, nothing can be seen.
And the fruit did not exude a strange breath.
What the hell is this
"Brother, do you want to buy it?" the boy asked expectantly, "I want to sell this fruit. My parents don't have to work so hard to earn me tuition."
"How much?" Fang Yu asked.
"Two thousand," the boy said.
"You are too expensive. An apple costs two yuan. Yours directly increased a thousand times." Fang Yu raised his brows and said.
"Then, then one thousand and five! Or one thousand!" The boy said hurriedly, as if afraid that Fang Yu would not buy it.
Fang Yu smiled, and from the storage space of the ethereal ring, took out a thumb-sized gem with purple light.
"I have no cash, so I will use this gem instead. It must be worth more than two thousand yuan. You take this gem home and give it to your parents. Your parents should be able to find a place to exchange it for cash." Fang Yu said.
"Okay!" The boy took the gem from Fang Yu's hand, his eyes gleaming.
And Fang Yu stood up while holding the so-called Red Dust Fruit.
"Keep that gem, don't lose it." Fang Yu said to the boy.
"Okay, thank you brother." The boy stood up and bowed to Fang Yu, rolling up the stall quickly.
Fang Yu turned and left, watching the Red Dust Fruit in his hand as he walked.
"bass!"
After walking a few steps, the red dust fruit in his hand was like a stone, and a light flashed suddenly on the outside!
Immediately, the whole red dust fruit turned into a wisp of gas, sinking into Fang Yu's palm!