The corner of the yard.

Fang Hong looked at Wang Liugou: "It's amazing... your father Wang Sangou is amazing."

A roar scares the monster to death.

According to this, it is equivalent to the realm of immortality.

Fang Hong couldn't help but recall it.

That Holy Land God's Great Power Pill - the best effect of taking it, must have the realm of immortality.

Acquired nature is divided into nine levels, innate nature is divided into five realms, and then upward is the Qi training class... As for the longevity realm, I don’t know how far it is.

‘A wisp of the remnant soul of the Tengu clan.’

‘It can actually bring me the instinctive fear of life that is rising from the mountains.’

‘If there were no sacred seals of the Great Nine Palaces and the worlds and the sky, how powerful would Wang Sangou be in his heyday?’

'pity……'

‘Wang Sangou suddenly appeared, but he received a lunch box without saying a few words... According to His intention, He fell into silence and was once again reincarnated for life and life. In this way, there would be a chance to meet again in the future.’

Fang Hong wrapped his right hand with a layer of black cloth and walked into the room where Wang Sangou and his family lived. There were complete tables and chairs, three beds, and thick wooden boards half a meter high were separated by thick wooden boards.

...

The bed in the middle is the smallest, it should be from boy Wang Liugou.

...

The bed on the left is hung with a curtain tent, similar to a summer mosquito net, sewn with black fabric, which can block the outside world's view - it is probably the bed of Wang Sangou's daughter Wang Wugou.

...

Fang Hong glanced around.

Although the sparrow is small, it has all the internal organs: the layout inside the house is simple, and it should have it, and it looks a bit warm and small.

Suddenly.

The eyes fixed on a letter paper on the stone table.

According to what Wang Sangou said, He left behind some suicide letters, which were inconvenient to appeal to the mouth. In order to avoid causing irresistible disasters, he had to convey them in written words.

Fang Hong is silent...

Can't be told...

The martial power value of this world is too high, it is completely in the fantasy category... Fortunately, Fang Hong's brain circuit is very clear, and the deeper he penetrates into his bone marrow, the more he can polish his perseverance.

then.

Fang Hong stepped forward, picked up the last letter, and saw a crooked mark: "Hey, it seems to be a claw marker made by a dog's claws... This may be the text of the Tengu clan!"

With just one glance, Fang Hong was completely speechless.

The content on the paper was messy, as if there were stains on the palms. They slapped them a few times, leaving a lot of marks.

No clue...

Not human words...

Wang Sangou still has Erha’s hidden attributes? He left a suicide note that people could not understand at all. I don’t know what He thought.

"Forget it."

"Remember first, maybe you can use it later." Fang Hong remembered the contents on the paper at a glance, and the true energy circled, rolled up the paper, and was about to twist it into pieces and throw the paper into the stove to prevent it from remaining in the world and bringing any uncontrollable risks.

But then I thought about it.

There is no need to be afraid of these.

He called Gou Chen Shanggong Nanji Emperor's title all right... Fang Hong weighed the pros and consented it again and again, and his true energy rolled up this suicide note and put it in his arms.

The door of the house.

Seeing this scene.

Boy Wang Liugou couldn't even close his mouth. He had never seen such a gorgeous trick, a trace of purple and gold light shining faintly.

"square……"

"From you to call me Uncle Fang." Fang Hong interrupted Wang Liugou's excitement and shouted: "Your father is out on a trip and he will come back no time... I will sponsor you and your sister to practice martial arts in the future."

Wang Liugou asked obediently: "Uncle Fang, what does travel mean?"

Fang Hong: "It means to travel far and travel around the world."

Wang Liugou's eyes lit up and he became excited: "My father is so cruel. If you abandon your wife and children, I will never have to be beaten again."

“…”

Fang Hong took a deep breath and resisted the idea of ​​slapping the child.

"Uncle Fang, Uncle Fang, I don't want to practice martial arts."

“Tell me why.”

"Hey, what's the use of practicing martial arts? Just give me a melon every day."

"Shut up."

"Half a melon is fine!"

——

County Yazhong District.

A restaurant called Big Bowl.

Boy Wang Liugou held a small cucumber, afraid of being stolen from food, so he looked around and chewed his mouth, saying vaguely: "Uncle Fang, my sister and my mother usually work in a big bowl restaurant... This restaurant is so good, two cents a big bowl of rice, and two side dishes. My father eats here every day, and even warriors can fill their stomachs."

"oh?"

Fang Hong's face looked surprised.

You should know that martial artists have a lot of appetite and eating is a big expense.

Two cents to eat?

This is no different from doing charity.

Fang Hong opened the curtain and walked into the restaurant. What caught his eye was the spacious lobby, with three long wooden tables and low stools, enough to accommodate dozens of people for dinner at the same time.

It was morning.

There are very few guests who dine.

There were only two or three sitting on the side of the long table, and talking in a low voice: "Dawan Restaurant was opened by a martial artist on the fifth floor of the day. They are not short of money. They have lived and established careers in the county for generations, leaving behind a lot of ancestral businesses... There are more than a dozen houses and courtyards alone, and there are twenty acres of good land outside the city. They don't care about the meager business of the restaurant, it is obvious that they are kind to help the poor."

“The restaurant is different from a restaurant.”

"The restaurants are all poor people... The restaurants are called high-end, there are so many martial artists coming and going, and occasionally there are martial arts scholars who come and go to visit."

"Hurry up and eat."

"I heard that the corpses of the demon clan attacking the county town were piled up into a hill at the east gate. I was idle, so let's go and have a look."

Several men were chewing the rice and talking.

They were short of money and were reluctant to pay for the restaurant to be casual.

At this time.

Seeing the restaurant curtain open, a guest came... The shopkeeper with slightly white hair came up to greet him. Just as he was about to say hello, he saw Wang Liugou chewing on melon: "Liugou? Why are you here again? Aren't you asking you to go home and play?"

"I'll find someone."

Fang Hong let go of the suppression of the humility technique and leaked out the qi and blood phenomena equivalent to the sixth level of acquired nature.

Buzz ~

It seems like there is a small stove that emits heat and boils heat waves.

"this……"

The shopkeeper's expression suddenly changed. He thought that Wang Liugou had caused trouble and caused a powerful warrior. A trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes, but he didn't say anything after all.

The owner of the big bowl restaurant is a martial artist with rich family.

The shopkeeper is just a worker, a civilian in his forties.

There are old people above and young people below, and people are under great pressure to reach middle age.

It's like a tight string.

Working day and night to maintain a family’s food and clothing, how dare you meddle in other people’s business?

After hearing Fang Hong knows his purpose, the shopkeeper hurried to the kitchen and called Wang Sangou, the wife of cooking and Wang Wugou, the one who was in charge of washing dishes. Both of them were surprised when they saw Fang Hong... This is a fellow villager and a neighbor who has been with him for many years!

Since they moved to Feiyun County.

The county is very large and the sea of ​​people is vast, so I never saw Fang Hong again.
To be continued...