A hot pot feast made everyone happy.

The emergence of peppers opens the taste buds of the sword cultivators in Shu, allowing the spicy taste in "sweet, sweet, bitter and spicy" to truly find their own soul.

After the banquet, everyone was overwhelmed and counted on their fingers, which was far more expensive than usual.

"Chi peppers, it's really a meal!"

So, almost all the sword cultivators came to Fang Dou with only one purpose, "want seeds."

"Yes, everyone has it!"

Fang Dou knew that the climate and environment of Shu could produce excellent pepper varieties, so he would not be stingy.

"Everyone has it!"

Fangdou distributes seeds and guides the key elements of planting.

"Give it, um..."

The one standing in front of Fang Dou is not someone else, but Jun Tianfeng.

Jun Tianfeng smiled and stood in front of Fang Dou, grabbing the cloth pocket with seeds, "Thank you!"

After taking the seed, he had no intention of leaving.

"Is there anything else?" Fang Dou asked.

Jun Tianfeng asked, "You invented the hot pot!"

Fang Dou replied against his conscience, "Yes!"

"This chili?"

"I got it from the farmer and developed the way to eat it!"

Jun Tianfeng whispered to Fang Dou's ear, "What other novel tricks do you have? Why don't you teach me some of them!"

Fang Dou was slightly stunned and approached Jun Tianfeng's ears.

Mi Chang was itchy on the side, and he heard something like "butter base", "dry dish", "oil dish", etc., but he was confused.

The more Jun Tianfeng heard, the brighter his eyes became, and he rubbed his hands and was eager to try.

"Thank you!"

After Fang Dou finished speaking, Jun Tianfeng saluted with both hands, "To thank the kindness of today's increase of wealth, I will hold the Emperor's Sword and others for ten days. The Young Master Xueding must take this opportunity and make plans early!"

After saying that, Jun Tianfeng left with a group of junior brothers.

After a moment, She Yu rushed over to the other two, "Jun Tianfeng came here just now?"

Fang Dou Youran said, "He is an interesting person!"

He bowed to She Yuchong's three elders, "Three elders, I'll go to Queer Mountain now!"

"Be careful all the way!"

Fang Dou controlled the sword light, rose from the ground, and rushed out towards Quershan.

According to others, Cao Dongxuan failed to challenge and escaped from Shu all the way, without having time to return to Quershan.

After many years, the White Emperor Sword Cultivators also went to Quer Mountain and called for searching the mountains, but no trace of people was found.

There was only Cao Dongxuan in Que'er Mountain, and when he left, he suddenly became deserted.

In addition, Caodong Cave offended Baidi City, so naturally no other sword cultivator dared to settle here.

This Queer Mountain has been a masterpiece until now.

Just recently, this mountain finally ushered in a "new master".

Fang Dou looked at Queer Mountain and was sure at first glance that this mountain did not look like a bird, and was definitely not named after its appearance.

It seems that as the rumors say, it is named after the many birds in the mountains.

Back then, Cao Dongxuan used these birds as the target when he practiced flying swords.

The "Bead Hair" flying sword he practiced refined the sword light into a thin needle as thin as a hair. Once it flew out, it would fall like spring rain.

Fang Dou could even imagine that every time he practiced the flying sword, he could kill hundreds of birds and birds, which could be said to be corpses everywhere and extremely tragic.

Perhaps it was because Cao Dongxuan killed tragically back then, and birds in the mountains disappeared.

Fang Dou entered the mountains and didn't hear any sound of birds.

"Ecological destruction!"

Fang Dou walked slowly up the mountain, looked around for a while, and landed in a place suspected to be a cave.

As mentioned earlier, Cao Dongxuan's family is also very unsociable and has no relatives, friends and disciples.

The cave where he lives naturally has no time to take care of, and it is mainly simple and practical.

Fang Dou stopped at the entrance of the cave, and six big words "original, all-natural" burst out in his mind.

From the environment here, we can see that Cao Dongxuan's life back then was almost the same as a savage.

"Not right!"

Fang Dou was about to step in, but suddenly remembered why the old monk sweeping the floor who was far away in Fuyuan Temple in Jinling County could know the name of Cao Dongxuan.

"Has he met Cao Dongxuan!"

Fang Dou then suddenly realized that Cao Dongxuan must have escaped from Shu and accidentally met the old monk sweeping the floor.

He felt that he had finally found the truth.

Since that's the case, there is no need to go in.

Fang Dou turned around and was about to leave, after all, there were so many dreams.

He came to Queer Mountain, staring at him for countless eyes. At the same time, many people may have come here.

The longer you stay, the greater the danger.

However, as soon as he raised his steps, Fang Dou had a whim, "It's all here!"

Driven by this thought, Fang Dou turned around and broke into the cave, and decided to see more about Cao Dongxuan.

The entrance of the cave was covered with a thick spider web. Fang Dou struggled to push it away. He entered it just now. There were a few daily necessities, and they were all filled with dust.

Nothing!

There is no legacy of flying swords, no secrets of sword techniques, and nothing is slightly valuable.

Fang Dou slightly estimated that the debris in the hole added up to not enough value for a copper coin.

"Just treat it as a travel!"

Fang Dou's eyelids twitched, and his eyes swept through the corner, as if he had seen something.

I felt a bad feeling in my heart. There were messy lines on the gray layer on the ground, which seemed to form a line of handwriting.

However, the light is too difficult and the distance is too far and I can't see clearly.

After Fang Dou walked in, he snapped his fingers and summoned the light ball, and finally shone the handwriting on the ground.

This line of words is like writing it on a thick gray layer with a broom.

"An old friend back then, he saw the name and returned. Fuyuan Temple talked about that year again!"

Fang Dou was silent for a moment, then let out a heavy "fuck" and fell into the plot.

Needless to say, the traces here are left by the sweeping monk from Fuyuan Temple.

But why is this?

Fang Dou couldn't figure it out at all, but he always felt that he had fallen into a huge plan.

Could it be that the old monk is Cao Dongxuan?

The more you think about the puzzle, the more you feel, Fang Dou's heart is in a mess and his steps are floating.

"This won't work!"

Fang Dou took a deep breath and suppressed distracting thoughts. Outside Queer Mountain, it can be said that he was full of dangers.

If your mood is chaotic and affects your combat power, once you leave Queer Mountain, you will inevitably suffer from a life-threatening danger.

"Huhh!"

Fang Dou immediately activated his state of mind, and the five internal organs and six spirits came out together, pulling out the empty fire in his heart.

After a while, Fang Dou opened his eyes and suddenly felt his heart suddenly clear, and the scenery in front of him became clearer.

"I'm not afraid of Fuyuan Temple in front of you no matter what your plan is!"

Previously, the Sweeping Monk had an unknown intention and looked extremely mysterious, but now he showed his plan and became traceable, not as terrible as before.

Fang Dou suddenly remembered that in addition to the sweeping monk, the old friends in Fuyuan Temple also had good brothers with martial law.

"Martial law, today, are you okay?"

For a moment, Fang Dou's thoughts returned to more than ten years ago, as if he had seen the scene back then.

He made up his mind that after leaving Shu this time, he said that he would go back to Fuyuan Temple no matter what.

He was even very upset. Last time he went to Jiming Temple to do business, why didn’t he go to Fuyuan Temple to check out? The two places are not too far apart?
Chapter completed!