At first, he didn't realize that this man with a shaved head and a ragged red suit looked like a man who looked down on the world of mortals. He was an acquaintance from the Eastern Region, Fang Zhe.
After all, Fang Zhe at that time was not called Crazy Sword. He even had black hair tied up with a jade crown.
What he was wearing was not a single red robe, but a young master's robe inlaid with gold patterns, which looked like sparkling waves in the light.
The eyes... are also very vivid.
It’s just that the brain is very strange! Their weapon cultivation is very strange!
So when Wang Jia took a closer look one day and realized that this person looked like an acquaintance from the Eastern Region, he was shocked on the spot!
Why is he hanging out with my junior sister?!
The leader of their Wujiang sect committed such a brutal act with no regard for human life. Who knows if Fang Zhe is actually a good person?
What's more, Wang Jia watched with his own eyes as this man killed his parents, friends and family members who had lived with him for many years.
The world of cultivation calls him "Crazy Sword". What if he goes crazy and chops up my Su Su Zai Zai?!
To this day, Wang Jia still... doesn't like him.
"It depends on which one of us is lucky."
The sword cultivator in black sighed softly, his eyes falling on the surrounding scenery.
The place where he is now...
Total darkness.
The sky is filled with dark clouds, which can be said to be truly blocking the sky and the sun.
He pulled out the sword, and the weak light from the white sword was enough for him to see things within a foot around him.
All he could see were ruins.
Glazed tiles, rotten wood and rotten soil, red walls collapsed, green tiles broken.
The feet moved lightly, accompanied by the sound of tiles rattling.
"The ninth floor was just green and green...but there is no light and darkness here, so which floor is this..."
…
Fang Zhe was sitting on a tree.
He didn't quite understand why he fell into a tree after falling from a dark well.
Looking at it, the scenery on this level is similar to a secluded rural pastoral. Not far away are three or two houses, a clean and tidy courtyard, and on the other side are several neat fields.
He jumped down from a high place, surrounded by a dense bamboo forest, and walked quickly. He just wanted to reach the location where he saw the rural house just now.
In just two breaths, the red-clothed monk was already standing in the courtyard.
Suddenly a flying needle flew out from the house in the middle of the courtyard.
"Swish swish——"
He avoided them all.
A cold female voice sounded.
"Who is here? You didn't go through the door to my yard, but climbed over the wall and entered. I'm afraid you don't understand etiquette."
Then, Fang Zhe turned his gaze to the eaves.
This is a female cultivator. She is tall and slender, wearing a dark green robe and a black hat on her head. Her appearance is indistinguishable.
An inexplicable feeling of familiarity came to my mind...Why is this person dressed so...
The red-clothed monk's eyes flashed.
Like a little doctor!!!
The little doctor also likes to wear green clothes, some are dark green, some are cyan, and some are tender green! The little doctor used to like to wear a bamboo hat and often used needles as weapons!
"Are you a medical practitioner?" Fang Zhe asked.
"Are you blind? Can't you see my yard is full of spiritual materials? Do you need me to give you a good treatment?"
This female nun spoke like a rapid-fire barrage of words, and every sentence was full of gunpowder.
Fang Zhe was not angry, he just said: "I know a little medical practitioner, she also likes to wear clothes of this color, wears a bamboo hat, and uses needles as concealed weapons."
The female cultivator was startled when she heard this, and then snorted coldly: "What does it have to do with me?"
"Tell me, how did you get here? The eighth floor of the Black Tower needs to be climbed from the seventh floor, but the level on the seventh floor..."
The female cultivator looked him up and down, shook her head and said, "You definitely can't do it."
"I have felt vibrations in the Black Tower recently. Are you coming from the outside world? So what happened outside?"
She suddenly laughed when she mentioned this, "Did those old monks from Zhenmo Temple offend someone who wanted to ascend, and were finally slaughtered?"
Fang Zhe's gaze slowly moved down, landing on the weapon at her waist, and said in a low voice, "Is this a hatchet?"
"Want to know? Tell me what happened outside, and... how did you get in."
The female cultivator pulled out a silver weapon from her waist, shook it in her hand, and patted the blade with her palm.
Fang Zhe narrowed his eyes slightly, stepped forward, and the pressure of the transformed god suddenly became appropriate.
The female cultivator paused.
"Become a god?"
The next moment, she was holding on to the pillar and laughing so hard,
"Hahahaha, it's so funny. A righteous monk who has cultivated to the point of becoming a god forced his way into the Black Tower. You are really not afraid of death."
The female cultivator gently opened her crotch, revealing her face under the black gauze.
It was an extremely terrifying face, with two empty eye sockets and eyeballs hanging on the cheeks. Blood vessels were densely covered on the pale skin, the eyebrows were crawling like earthworms, and there were even black runes crawling on the neck and chin.
Fang Zhe frowned slightly.
"Did you see that? I am a demon cultivator, and I am also... a god. Do you think I will be afraid of you?"
She seemed to be trying to make a contemptuous expression, but her spliced face couldn't produce any human-like expression at all.
The red monk didn't take it seriously, restrained his murderous intent, and said calmly: "I have a very important person who was imprisoned in the black tower. She is not a demon cultivator, and I want to rescue her."
"..."
The female nun was silent for a moment.
"Not a demon cultivator? Then what is she?"
The Black Tower has always only suppressed demons, and those old monks would definitely not do anything against their principles, unless... there is some deep meaning in this matter.
"She is the little medical cultivator I just mentioned, her name is Jiang Su... she is only fifteen years old this year."
The man's voice softened a bit, and there was warmth in his throat, "She is extremely talented, and the avenue is like something in the palm of her hand. With the help of heaven and fate, she has already cultivated Nascent Soul."
"I have suffered blows from the world, my sea of consciousness was shattered, and my Taoist heart collapsed. Because of her, I have been able to maintain my life to this day."
"She is like a deer in the forest, with a clear lake reflected in her eyes."
"I was lucky enough to meet her, and I couldn't live without her."
Fang Zhe didn't know that the tenderness in his brows at this moment was like spring river water, slowly swaying, completely losing his murderous aura.
The female cultivator looked at this scene, lowered the knife in her hand, and asked urgently:
"You said her surname is Jiang? She is a medical practitioner? She also cured your broken consciousness? What does she have to do with Jiang Liuliu?"
Fang Zhe frowned slightly and gradually withdrew from his memories, "The flow of the Yixian River is his father."
"His father?!!"
After saying this, the female cultivator suddenly rushed from under the eaves to Fang Zhe's body, grabbed his arm, pressed her fingertips on his wrist, and felt for his pulse.
"As expected...he is a descendant of my heavenly medicine branch."
The female cultivator let go of her hand and touched the knife at her waist with satisfaction.
"Smelly knife cultivator, huh, I am the uncle of this little medical cultivator you call me, Yan Yuexi."
"What a coincidence."
"Looking at your tone...you must have fallen in love with her."
Yan Yuexi touched Fang Zhe's hand bones without scruples, shook her head and sighed: "No, you are much older than her."