MTL - Carefree Path of Dreams-Chapter 23 Follow-up

Spring water.

Fang Yuan sat next to the stream, cleaning up the wound on his body, thinking about the action and seeing if there were any flaws left.

"In one fell swoop, Song Zhigao, originally wanted to cut off the arm of the Song family. I just couldn’t think that Song Yujie was there, but he could only kill it together!"

After slaughtering Song Yujie, Fang Yuan did not have the slightest regret.

On the contrary, if his martial arts were high enough at the time, even if the elders of the Song Dynasty were there, it would be true!

Since it is already a deadly enemy, where else is there no reason to eliminate the roots?

"In addition to Song Zhigao, within a short period of time, you can say that you have peace of mind... just..."

Fang Yuan brow slightly picked up.

He is very clear that there is nothing to kill Song Zhigao, but Song Yujie also died here, which will inevitably lead to the wrath of the Song Dynasty and even the entire Lingzong.

Once discovered, it is definitely not endless.

After some careful consideration, Fang Yuan has already identified that he has not left any flaws.

After all, in the valley, there are a large number of non-existing witnesses, plus yourself, and never met with others.

As for the black sand palm? It’s even more ridiculous. In the entire Qinghe County, there are no thousand or eight hundred warriors who have practiced black sand palm.

Besides, the time when he got the secret is so short, can he immediately get martial arts and reach the point of killing Song Yujie? I am afraid that I don’t even believe in the forest!

‘So, for the time being, as long as there’s no scorpion in the valley, I’m safe...’

Fang Yuan put a golden drug on his chest, put on his coat, and moved again. He found that there was still some pain in addition to the wound, and it did not affect the specific activities. He could not help but nod.

"Of course, there are many things in the world that I don't know, so I can't care..."

Fang Yuan silently warned himself in his heart.

In this world, the warrior is just the most mysterious side force that ordinary people have the most contact with. Apart from the warrior, all kinds of legends, monks, masters, and even demons and ghosts, and the legends of immortals are really few. There may not be no cause.

Perhaps there are two kinds of means that you can't imagine, you can find secrets.

"Of course... the face in Song Dynasty is not that big, even if it is a little bit guilty to Ling Zong... So, I still have time! I must step up and improve."

At this time, he is helpless, martial arts is low, and naturally anyone can step on it.

But what if he is Wu Zong, even the legendary Lingshi immortal? Not to mention Song Zhigao, even if Song Yujie, it is said that killing will kill, how dare in Song Zhong?

In the final analysis, it is strength!

At this point, the strength is not enough, and a talisman is very important.

Fang Yuan looked at the sun and ran along the mountain road and came to the valley.

"Giggle!"

The white shadow flashed, and the figure of the flower fox screamed out suddenly, giggling, and extending his head, letting Fang Yuan honed, and the little claws kept marking.

"Oh, didn't you move?"

Knowing the meaning of the flower fox, Fang Yuan’s heart is full of breath.

If Zhou’s family and Lin’s family were uneasy, and they discovered the secret of Glen, or they broke through directly and found that Fang Yuan’s disappearance, then he would definitely say nothing at all, and immediately took the flower fox to death.

What kind of spirituality, I can't grow it, how can it be important to have a small life?

But now, everything is developing in accordance with Fang Yuan’s plan.

"Well, I am lucky!"

After killing the flower fox, Fang Yuan immediately broke into the secret passage and came to the stone room.

Master Zhou is also very important. If this cargo is dead, it is still difficult for him to continue to stand.

With this kind of mood, Fang Yuan illuminates the oil lamp, and suddenly he sees a black-black, poisonous tumor with pus on the stone couch.

At first glance, it seems that this week the lord has been poisoned and killed.

When Fang Yuan saw it, it was a long-sounding tone: "It is!"

The mind knows that Zhou is looking terrible at this time, but he has already recovered a small life.

The lover's drunken poison goes deep into the bone marrow, and it is difficult to show symptoms on the outside. Over time, it is poisonous and unhelpful.

But now it is very toxic, but it is a symbol that has already been forced out.

"But look at this, the poisoning is deep enough, I am afraid that it is not a day or two!"

Fang Yuan saw this, shook his head, and gave Zhou a prince a bottle of 阎王帖, and immediately cut his arm, spurting a hole with a silver needle, releasing poisonous blood.

After so little for half an hour, Zhou’s temperament turned completely smooth, and the pustules on the face disappeared, vaguely with a trace of blood, and it was saved.

"call……"

Fang Yuan wiped the fine sweat of his forehead and was also a long export gas.

If he had to rely on Zhou’s evidence to prove his absence, he would not be so heavy in Zhou’s body.

The amount of poisonous dragon grass is not much, and the number of Wang Wang posts is limited, and he practices black sand palm, extracts toxins, and also needs to be backed by Wang Wang.

‘It’s really cheap, you’re a kid...’

Fang Yuan’s heart silently said that he had opened the stone door of the practice room.

Hey! Hey!

With the sound of the machine, the size of the boulder is automatically removed to the side, and the dazzling sunlight falls.

"Little lay, how!"

Outside, Zhou Wenwu, Zhou Wenxin's brother and sister, and Lin Benchu's forester were all waiting indecently.

"all the best!"

At this time, Fang Yuan naturally cooked all the hands and tails, and let Zhou Wenwu go in and took out the old man who had already pulled back from the ghost gate.

"He has no problem, remember to take some warming medicine, and after a period of cultivation, you can recover as you have!"

The poison of the lover is not only like the sacral bones, but it has been growing up by the drugs of the big supplements.

Therefore, Zhou’s family spent all their time trying to find out what cherished the medicinal materials, and the things that Zhou’s father enjoyed were completely dying.

Fang Yuan also knows that there must be a ghost inside the Zhou family.

However, he has nothing to do with Zhou, but this is not to mention.

"I also ask the little layman to be merciful and stay with the father for a few days!"

Zhou Wenwu hurriedly inspected, with a happy face on his face, and a big prayer.

"Alright, but outside the valley, I like to be quiet and don't want to be disturbed!"

Fang Yuan touched his chin and nodded.

Since he has taken over the rescue, he will naturally save to the end. Otherwise, if he returns to Zhou and is harmed again, who is it?

"Haha, Yin Xian medical skills, I think it is no less inferior to the heart of the people!"

The forester’s eyebrows danced gracefully, and there was a slight regret in his heart.

"Well, I am tired today, everyone will not go!"

Fang Yuanyi’s sleeves reveal the meaning of catching people.

If you put it in peacetime, everyone will only think that this young man is too daring, but at this time he is faced with a **** doctor who can kill the dead and the bones of the bones. He suddenly has a lot of awe and immediately withdraws from the valley. His demeanor is quite respectful.

After all, Zhou’s father’s hand is still on Fang Yuan’s body. Even though they are not allowed to get sick and sick in the future, they have a day on Fang Yuan’s head, so they are extremely polite.

After the troubles of these gangs have left, Fang Yuandun has long been exporting.

At this time, there are such a large number of witnesses. Not to mention Song Yujie's affairs, can Song Elder doubt whether he is still on the head or not, even if there is doubt, these are enough to dispel.

......

Aoba Castle.

Before the ruins.

"Jeer?"

Song’s elders were in their fifties, and Song Yujie was old to him, and he cherished it.

At this time, I heard the news of the upheaval, and I couldn’t even take care of the gangs at hand. The Pegasus came and looked at the ruins of Song Zhigao’s mansion.

"The elders of Song, the servants of the former residence, have brought them, a lot!"

A dozen of the disciples of the Lingzong body were covered, and a group of servants who were afraid of shrinking were exposed.

Although Fang Fangyuan murdered and set fire on the same day, there was no indiscriminate killing of innocent people. Many people robbed the main family of gold and silver and prepared to go far away.

But at this time, there is actually one that does not fall to the ground, which shows the amazing energy in the hands of Song.

"Say! Let's say the thing of the day, word by word!"

There is no wave in the ancient wells in the Song Dynasty, the eyes are low and the tone is indifferent, but it is easy to reminiscent of the tranquility before the storm.

"The elders of Song are forgiving!"

A group of prostitutes cried and cried, only knowing for mercy: "It’s a fighting man who came in and killed Song Zhigao, and Song Gongzi, and I have nothing to do with me!"

"Yu Jie... dead?!"

Song Zhong snorted in disbelief, and immediately waved his hand and was very energetic.

Hey!

The little scorpion who spoke immediately blasted a dozen large holes, and the blood was like a spring.

"Since Yu Jie is dead, why are you alive?"

Song Zhong muttered a sentence, and immediately recruited a disciple: "Song San, you are my adoption, the most my mind, go on immediately, torture these people, I want everything that fights!"

"Follow, Master!"

Song San looks solemn, but there is a little ecstasy in my heart.

After all, Song Yujie was there, and the opportunity for many people was blocked.

At this time, he was determined to be dead, and his chance to wait for his apprentice came.

If you can inherit the clothing and heritage of the Song Dynasty, it is simply flying!

‘The murderer, although I don’t know where you are, I still want to thank you... Since you have helped me once, then for the second time, use your head to lay the road for Qingyun! ’

Song San smiled in his heart. On the surface, he still made a solemn and sad state. He clenched his fist: "The hatred of the younger brother, we must report it!"

"Ok!"

The Song Dynasty people are old and fine, waving to let Song San go down, but there is a slight disdain in the eyelids.

Really when he does not know the minds of these disciples? Only they need to use them at this time, so they are slightly patient.

At present, it is imperative to avenge Yujie!

‘Jade Jie has personally taught that a martial art has gone straight into the four customs, and is also good at the spirit of the sword and the heart, even if the ordinary five customs on the rivers and lakes are enough to fight, how can it die? How can I die? ’

Looking at the ruins in the Song Dynasty, my heart was muttering: "Is it a few enemies before me, deliberately set up a bureau?"

He couldn't imagine it anyway. The death of Song Yujie was actually full of accidents. At this time, the more he wanted to be more biased, the goal was placed on his own old enemy.