"Brother, why don't you go there?"

The son of the military strategist was a little curious when he found that the son of the famous strategist did not move.

Just now, this brother, who swore to take the son of a famous master to find someone.

However, when the star beasts broke out halfway, things were delayed.

Now that the battle is over, the son of the Ye Bingjia still remembers it, but the son of the famous master seems to have forgotten it.

"Quiet, wait for me for a moment!"

The son of a famous artist unfolded the scroll and found brand new handwriting on it.

"The merits of Buddha's path (Shimen, Pure Path, and Brahma's teachings): Eight Thousand Heavenly Flowers!"

It turns out that the merits that just now flowed all over the sky, and the result was only 8,000.

The son of a famous scholar noticed that of the eight thousand heavenly flowers, 70% or 80% of them fell on Yuantong's first birth, and the rest divided the remaining people.

"I made a lot of money in the last game of Buddhism and Taoism!"

When choosing the Emperor on behalf of Heaven, Buddhism and Taoism stood in the camp of the Emperor's Heart, and the merit value obtained was naturally the bargaining chip for the Emperor's Heart to ascend the throne.

The famous artist was thinking, and his eyes swept over the new line of words, shocked.

"Brother, what are you looking at?"

The son of the Ye Bingjia was curious and approached the son of the famous artist and fixed his eyes on the format of the scroll.

"This is?"

The son of a famous scholar reacted and was too fascinated by the sight, so he didn't even notice that the son of Ye's military rank approached.

Although both sides are as close as brothers, the list of fame and fortune is of great importance and is really not suitable for leaking secrets.

"Nothing!"

The son of the Ye Bingjia shook his head, "When I refined this treasure, it was bare and there was no word on it!"

"Brother, you are very knowledgeable. Why haven't you written anything on it for years?"

The son of a famous scholar stared at the other party and found that his expression was not like a fake. It seemed that the son of a military scholar really could not see the words on the list of fame and fortune.

"Don't have any words?"

The son of a famous scholar deliberately spoke, pointing to the line above, "What do you think is this?"

The son of Yebing looked at it carefully for a long time, "Nothing!"

The son of the famous master breathed a sigh of relief, "It's good that there is no. I'm not looking at the above, but staring at the things and thinking about things!"

"So that's it, brother, aren't you going to take me to find someone, what are you waiting for now?"

"Oh, of course I'm going!"

The son of a famous scholar's eyes fell on the lines of words and said meaningfully.

"Fang Dou's merit value: five drops!"

Strangely, no!

The unit of measurement of Buddhism and Taoism is smallpox, and the number is eight thousand.

Why did it come to Fang Dou's side and become one or two drops like rain, and only five pitiful drops?

Eight thousand to five is really shabby.

However, the son of a famous scholar does not think so. After all, Fang Dou can get merit, so he wishes that it is unusual.

Just now, the sky was full of spectacles, and the sharing of the Buddha's and Taoisms decreased, but I couldn't get it at all.

If it were not for the list of fame and fortune, the sons of famous masters thought that Fang Dou made up for the gap in Tianhe, but in the end he had no merits, which was very unfair.

"So it was just a silence to make a fortune!"

The son of the famous master smiled and signaled to the son of the Ye Bingjia, "Let's go and see a big man!"

...

"Master!"

On Fang Dou's side, after the war ended, he had time to meet the four disciples.

"Boss, second, you are all very good!"

After years of separation, Fang Dou saw two disciples again and felt deeply moved.

Xiu Tianci and Fang Yujing were wandering abroad for nearly a hundred years in order to break through and go out. Today, they finally returned to their subordinates.

That's not all. The two of them have made great reputations, which has made the outside world's awe of Gouqu Mountain go to a higher level.

Nowadays, everyone knows that there are three sword immortals in Gouqu.

This made Fang Dou look bright. Not only could he fight, but his ability to teach his disciples was also the top in the world.

In the past, the comments from the outside world were all invincible sword immortals, but their family business was not rich. He was the only one who was in Gouqu Mountain, and there were only three or two cats under his door.

On the other hand, although the three sword immortals in Shu are not opponents when fighting alone, they have strong sects and many juniors with outstanding qualifications may become sword immortals in the future.

Therefore, the recognized holy place for sword cultivation in the world is still in Shu.

It’s different now. There are three sword immortals in Fangdou’s sect, and he handed over both of his disciples. This ability is once again above the three sword immortals.

It should be noted that until now, among the countless sword cultivators in Shu, there has not been a fourth sword immortal.

The fourth sword immortal Fang Dou, the fifth and fourth sixth sword immortal Xiu Tianci and Fang Yujing were both Gouqu Mountain thousands of miles away in Shu.

Some people even believe that the sword cultivator's spiritual veins have moved from Shu and fell into Gouqu Mountain.

From tonight, Gouqu Mountain will replace Shuzhong and become a brand new holy land for sword cultivating.

Fang Dou expressed that he didn't care about these speculations. Now he just wanted to bring a few disciples home and have a good meal.

"Master, Baizhang is still on the other side of Huangshan!"

Hongluan whispered reminder.

"I know, that incompetent guy chose to become a real person and has already taken the lead in your promotion!"

Xiu Tianci and Fang Yujing looked at each other. We have a junior brother?

Yuan Ming and Hongluan nodded, Baizhang secretly told them about this matter.

Although the real person is not as good as the sword immortal at the same level, Baizhang has his own choice.

"Forget it, I don't blame him for his own choice!"

"Let's go back to the mountain immediately to have a reunion dinner. You will notify Baizhang to come back on the way!"

Hongluan smiled when she heard this, her eyes curled into crescent moons, "Master, the red peppers in the mountains are as big as lanterns, and they have been much cooked recently. They are crisp and delicious for cooking. I'll cook for you!"

"And me!"

Yuan Ming also volunteered, "I am good at fish!"

Yuantong looked at the disciples and felt very satisfied. Suddenly, he found that he had become old without realizing it.

When did the old father's kindness appear in his heart?

"Godfather, bring me with me for dinner!"

The merit searching for the fragrance of the furnace is restless in the cuffs, and while the door is reunited, it just shows its identity.

After all, as the future Young Master Gouqushan, he will eventually meet with several other competitors, just like a scheming.

"Aren't you working and having a stomach for a meal?"

Fang Dou was very suspicious. After all, since the beginning of the past, the merit search furnace has been gathering water drops of merit.

"It's over long ago!"

The Merit Xunfang Furnace patted his belly, "There are five drops in total, no more, no less, all of them are here!"

"Five drops, is it more or less?"

The Merit Xunfang Furnace stretched out a few fingers and gestured for a long time, and finally I was sure.

"Well, the merit smallpox that those monks have left behind should be measured by water drops, one drop or one thousand!"

Five drops are more than five thousand merit smallpox.

Fang Dou nodded, he definitely could not compare with the gains of Buddhism and Taoism, but considering that the hard work of Taoism is done by Buddhism and Taoism, it is natural to reap more merits.

"You keep it first and keep it for me!"

"Don't worry, my godfather, I'm the most secure way to do things!"

Fang Dou and his group were about to set off, and the son of the famous master, led the Yin-Yang Gemini, the son of the Ye Military Academy, and finally arrived in time.

"Fang Jianxian, I haven't seen him for many years, I miss him very much. We want to visit one or two!"
Chapter completed!