After listening to Fang Yu's story, Huaixu's eyes were filled with shock.
He originally thought that a strong man like Fang Yu would have smooth sailing from the beginning to the present.
Even if you encounter any setbacks, they are only temporary and can be easily resolved.
Unexpectedly, Fang Yu actually suffered the pain of annihilation of his clan back then!
Huaixu has never experienced this kind of pain and cannot empathize with it.
He could only tell from the cold murderous 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 document in Fang Yu's hand, shook his head, and said apologetically: "Brother Fang, I'm sorry... I can't give you any advice."
"It doesn't matter, just pretend that this happened to you. Which course of action will you choose?" Fang Yu asked.
"I...should let them rebuild the Ziyan Palace, and then go to destroy the sect...let them once again experience the pain of being destroyed." Huaixu said hesitantly.
At Huaixu's age, he no longer has the desire to kill.
But after he assumed Fang Yu's identity, what he thought of... was definitely not kindness.
What Ziyan Palace did was worthy of the most extreme revenge.
"Then let's do it." Fang Yu put the permission on Huaixu's desk and said, "You send this permission to the Wen'an City Martial Arts Association and ask them to inform the remnants of the Ziyan Palace that they can establish a sect.
The door is open."
"Okay." Huaixu took the license document and said.
"As soon as their sect is established, tell me immediately." Fang Yu said.
"Well, I will send someone to pay attention." Huaixu said.
Fang Yu nodded, lowered his head and poured himself a cup of tea.
Although it was difficult to hold back his anger, Fang Yu was willing to do so in order to inflict the most extreme pain on the remnants of the Purple Flame Palace.
The sins Ziyan Gonggong committed, just killing them would be too easy for them.
Let them rebuild Ziyan Palace and destroy the sect again in the same way as before.
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."
"That's right." Fang Yu nodded and said, "Now that the Martial Arts Association is in a state of chaos, it's time for you to step in and take care of it."
"I don't care about the moths inside, the key is the semi-spirits..." Huaixu said.
"By the way, I just remembered that the Semi-Spirit Race came directly to my house last night," Fang Yu said.
"Are they so brave?" Huaixu asked, his face slightly changed.
"They were just a few puppets. They were destroyed by my palm, but the person who controlled them left me a few words." Fang Yu said.
"What did you say?" Huaixu asked.
"It's nothing. It's just boring and harsh words like wanting me to die." Fang Yu said, "I can't track his location through this sound transmission technique, so there is no follow-up."
Huaixu's face was solemn, thinking about something.
"They should send someone to look for me again soon. When the time comes, I will try my best to collect more information." Fang Yu said.
"Brother Fang, if they really come to find you, you must notify me." Huaixu said with a solemn face, "I must understand what kind of people they are, otherwise it will be difficult to deal with them."
"Okay." Fang Yu replied.
…
Fang Yu left Yinlin Villa and wandered on the street.
He must take a walk now, otherwise the anger in his chest will not dissipate.
Back in the central area of Beidu, there is a street with a long history 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 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 crowded crowd, looking at the stalls on both sides from time to time.
Most stalls sell some trinkets or souvenirs, but no snacks.
"We came to the wrong place." Fang Yu shook his head slightly and walked forward faster.
There are many tourists on this street, and there are people stopping in front of almost every stall.
After Fang Yu walked forward for a long distance, he suddenly saw an unattended stall.
On this stall, there is an irregularly shaped object, which seems to be an ordinary stone.
The person setting up the stall was a boy who looked like he was underage.
Although it was already winter, he was still wearing only a thin short-sleeved shirt, hugging his feet and looking very skinny.
"Kid, what are you selling?" Before Fang Yu walked up, a bald middle-aged man holding a child walked up to the stall and asked.
"This is the red dust fruit from our northwest suburbs. It is very rare..." When the boy saw someone coming to inquire, he immediately introduced it.
"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 cultivated... In our area, we only produce one fruit a year!"
Before the boy finished speaking, the bald man hugged the child and left.
The boy sighed in disappointment and lowered his head.
Fang Yu stepped forward, knelt down, picked up a red dust fruit, and squeezed it slightly.
You can indeed feel that it is relatively soft inside.
But it is indeed difficult to tell that it is a fruit from its appearance.
As for the name Hongchen Fruit, Fang Yu had never heard of it before.
"You just said that this kind of fruit only grows one per year?" Fang Yu asked.
When the boy heard the sound, he immediately raised his head and saw Fang Yu playing with the Red Dust Fruit. He immediately nodded and said, "Well, there is only one fruit a year."
"There's only one per year, why did it fall into your hands?" Fang Yu asked with a raised brow.
"There is really only one! I'm not lying." The boy said excitedly, "The reason why I have them all is because only our family has the Red Dust Fruit Tree..."
"You just said it's a northwest specialty. Since it's a specialty, why is it only available in your family?" Fang Yu asked again.
The boy looked up at Fang Yu, with a look of hesitation on his dark face, but he quickly became firm.
"Before my grandfather passed away, he often told me a story over and over again..."
"When my grandfather was young, he once met a monk in tattered clothes. The monk passed by the door of his house and asked him for water and food. My grandfather was very poor at the time and his family was living in poverty, but when he saw how pitiful the monk was, he
He took out the remaining piece of bread and gave it to the monk."
"When the monk ate this piece of cake, he wanted to thank my grandfather, so he took out a seed from his pocket and gave it to my grandfather."
"The monk said that if you cultivate this seed and grow it, grandpa's life will change drastically..."
After hearing this, Fang Yu asked: "Then has your grandfather's life changed?"
The boy shook his head and said sadly: "My grandfather has always remembered the monk's words all his life. He has always watered these seeds, but after decades, they just did not grow... Until my grandfather passed away a year ago, this seed
The seeds just started to grow.”
"Until last month, this tree did not grow a fruit. I picked the red dust fruit and wanted to sell it..."
"I thought many people here in Beidu would know about the Red Dust Fruit..."
After listening to the boy's words, Fang Yu frowned slightly and looked at the stone-shaped fruit in his hand.
Assuming that what the boy said is true, then this so-called red dust fruit is really not simple.
The growth cycle alone is comparable to that of some medicinal materials.
But from the outside, nothing can be seen.
And the fruit didn't give off any strange smell.
What on earth is this?
"Brother, do you want to buy it?" the boy asked with hope on his face, "I want to sell this fruit so that my parents don't have to work so hard to earn my tuition."
"How much?" Fang Yu asked.
"Two thousand," the boy said.
"It's too expensive for you. An apple only costs two yuan, but it's gone up a thousand times." Fang Yu raised his eyebrows and said.
"Then, then one thousand and five! Or one thousand!" The boy seemed to be afraid that Fang Yu would not buy it, and said hurriedly.
Fang Yu smiled and took out a thumb-sized gem glowing with purple light from the storage space of the ethereal ring.
"I don't have cash, so I'll use this gem instead. It must be worth more than two thousand yuan. You can 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 shining.
Fang Yu, on the other hand, stood up with 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, bowed to Fang Yu, and quickly rolled up the stall.
Fang Yu turned around and left, observing the Red Dust Fruit in his hand as he walked.
"bass!"
After walking a few steps, the stone-like Red Dust Fruit in my hand suddenly flashed with light!
Immediately, the entire Red Dust Fruit turned into a wisp of gas and sank into Fang Yu's palm!
