A carriage was moving slowly on the official road.
Du Qiankun was holding a whip and doing the work of a coachman, but he enjoyed it very much.
After all, he was very sure that a big shot was sitting in the carriage.
Even if it was just some martial arts advice, he had benefited a lot.
Now that this senior wanted to go to the East Sea, how could he not do his best to help?
Although … this senior would go crazy from time to time, it was still bearable.
Inside the carriage.
Fang Xian opened his eyes. His original craziness receded a little.
He became clear-headed again. "Very good … I can't move when I'm crazy, but I can ask someone to take me … Although I can use poison and other means to control him, how can that compare to the sincerity of others?"
After some observation, he was sure that Du Qiankun was a righteous person.
Also, he was a little silly, especially the kind who paid attention to keeping his promises.
Of course, he was not a fool. He must have checked the famous figures of the Evil Dao and confirmed that Fang Xian was not that kind of person before he chose to help.
Unfortunately, Du Qiankun did not know that Fang Xian was pretending to be a righteous master.
He was the White Tiger Demon Emperor!
"Yueshan Commandery? It's on the way to East Sea. Why don't I take a look … "
Fang Xian thought to himself. He was pressed for time.
To be honest, he had no feelings for the descendants of his acquaintances.
He could meet them on the way, but it was impossible for him to make a trip for them.
Suddenly, an illusion appeared in front of Fang Xian's eyes.
Well, for a lunatic, it was very normal to have a split personality or hallucinated memories.
But this time was obviously different.
He saw fire, the sea … a fishing village.
There was even a group of aliens that looked very similar to the Scaled-Men!
They were calling and jumping as if they were performing some kind of ritual.
A bloody "human pillar" was pushed into the sea.
From the depths of the sea, "its" head popped out. It was a huge snake head, whose eyes were the size of tea bowls. Its tail was twisted together, forming a smooth mass of meat.
On top of the meatball, there were some terrifying lumps. Some of them were scales, and some were like tumors. They were filled with pollution, chaos, and madness.
The huge lump of meat with eight snake heads was hidden in the indescribably deep darkness. There seemed to be invisible tentacles extending into the distance, bringing with it a spine-chilling aura.
It was devouring the sacrifice. It was crazily thirsting to recall its own name.
'No … that's me.'
'But if I really let it find its name, I'm afraid I'll have to face schizophrenia in the short period of time I have left …'
Fang Xian pressed the space between his eyebrows and suddenly sneered, "Found you … You're indeed in the East Sea."
After all, it was madness that came from the same source as him. It was very normal for him to occasionally feel some images.
At this moment, he suddenly sensed something.
It was another place, and it seemed to be inside a palace.
He saw Jiang Yuhe, who had become much younger, as well as an elderly woman dressed in luxurious clothes.
The other party stared at Jiang Yuhe with undisguised greed in his eyes.
"The moths have laid eggs … Next season will be a bumper harvest!"
Fang Xian murmured and said.
Outside the carriage, Du Qiankun was already used to it.
There was no need to be surprised when a half-mad Great Grandmaster occasionally uttered some strange words, was there?
…
The carriage slowly drove into the Lord Yue Mountain City.
"Senior, the main building of the Golden Breeze Drizzle Building is up ahead."
Du Qiankun pulled open the curtain and said softly.
At the same time, he looked at the quiet tall wooden building and felt very regretful.
In the mouth of storytellers and novels, shouldn't there be some villains appearing at this time for the experts to show their power?
However, this childish thought only flashed in Du Qiankun's mind. He even felt it was a little funny.
The real Jianghu and the Jianghu in novels were obviously two different things.
"Little Du, let's part ways here …"
Fang Xian smiled and handed over a book. "This is a martial arts book. I wrote it in my free time. Take it as a reward for your hard work."
"This …" Du Qiankun was a little embarrassed. But when he took the book and flipped to the first page, he could not move his eyes away. "Using martial arts to enter the Dao?"
His mouth opened wide like a toad that had been struck by lightning. "This … This is a Daoist book?"
Originally, martial arts were respected in Xin Wu Country. But after it was incorporated into the Shushan Fairyland, everyone knew that martial arts were just lowly.
The real high and mighty immortals were immortals who lived long lives!
To become an immortal, one must have a Daoist book!
Even the Rushi Temple and the Qingyuan Palace did not have it.
A real Daoist book must at least be able to cultivate magic power and make a mortal a true cultivator.
Unfortunately, no matter how hard a martial artist worked, there seemed to be a natural chasm between Innate True Qi and magic power.
Du Qiankun's hands trembled. He felt like he was holding a bridge made of gold.
If this was true, and the news leaked out, he felt that the peaceful Jianghu would immediately be stirred up by a storm of blood.
"It's just the first step. It's just a little trick to condense the True Qi of martial arts into magical power … It's nothing … I hope you can develop it, and then explore the Talisman Seed of martial arts, condense the magical power of martial arts, and maybe find a way for the warriors of Xin Wu Country …"
Fang Xian's voice was still there, but his figure had disappeared.
"Gods … Immortals …"
Du Qiankun was stunned. He was speechless. Suddenly, he knelt down and kowtowed three times to the carriage.
…
Golden Breeze Drizzle Building, Ancestral Hall.
Although it was the first time he came here, Fang Xian felt that the layout was somewhat familiar.
Maybe it was because these descendants preferred the layout of the main building when they built it?
In short, Fang Xian successfully found the place where the Golden Breeze Drizzle Building worshiped the past ancestral masters. Stepping on the broken sunlight, he opened the old wooden door.
As an important place in theory, the defense of the Ancestral Hall was far inferior to the storeroom and the place where the secret manuals were stored.
At this moment, Fang Xian pushed the door open as if there was no one around. Surprisingly, no one jumped out to stop him.
He looked at the densely packed memorial tablets that he did not recognize, and went straight to the second floor.
Among the important memorial tablets, he finally found a few names that he was familiar with: Yu Longjiao, Yu Xiaohu …
Of course, there was also his own.
"Seeing my own memorial tablet, I really don't know what kind of expression I should have …"
"Ancestral worship, inheritance …"
Fang Xian looked at this scene and fell into deep thought.
He might be able to help the Golden Breeze Drizzle Building to once again dominate the world, but with the erosion of time and years, what would be left?
"Endless inheritance, eternal bloodline, perhaps this is a better choice?"
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