I have to say that Ye Qian's eyes were opened to the killer family's method of cultivating heirs.
A crooked heir, after being left alone for three years, turned into a completely different person. The hand that couldn't be removed now felt completely indifferent.
In Ye Qian's view, his compatriot brother Fang Jilang is Fang Jibo's whetstone. With just three years of training, he is no match for Fang Jibo, who has been trained by the head of the Fang family for twelve years since he was a child. Let alone allow Fang Jibo to be self-reliant in the wild.
Three whole years.
Unfortunately, the young man in white, Fang Jilang, did not have Ye Qian's rich experience at this time. After finally being trained by his family, he only wanted to kill his eldest brother and truly determine the identity of his family's heir.
When he heard what Fang Jibo said, the face of the young man in white, Fang Jilang, changed, and instantly returned to indifference. His eyes were filled with coldness, and he looked at the eldest brother in front of him who was rumored to have betrayed the family: his young face was full of perseverance, with a bit of vicissitudes of life.
The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he was wearing a thin Tsing Yi only to cover his shame, with a bamboo flute tied around his waist.
The young man Fang Jibo chuckled and said, "Can't you believe it?"
The young man in white shook his head and sneered: "The Fang family can only have one heir, so they should inform you. Since you were unwilling to take action at the beginning, please lead the way and kill him now to fulfill your brother's wish!"
Following the words, several cold stars rushed towards the young Fang Jibo like lightning, drawing a perfect arc in the sky.
The young man Fang Jibo shook his head and sighed, turned to the right, just in time to avoid Han Xing, made a seal with his hands, and shouted in a low voice: "Ice Arrow!"
A crystal clear ice arrow shot quickly towards the young man who was stabbing him with a sword.
The tip of his brother Fang Jilang's sword trembled slightly, just in time to deflect the ice arrow, and the sword in his hand stabbed the young Fang Jibo like a shadow.
The young man Fang Jibo moved his feet and turned slightly to avoid the long sword, but he had no time to cast the spell.
When his younger brother Fang Jilang saw that his long-term attacks were fruitless and his opponent was calm and collected, he used his sword as a sword and slashed at the young Fang Jibo with all his might.
The young man Fang Jibo showed no surprise and still moved his body in small steps to avoid the long sword. However, his younger brother Fang Jilang suddenly turned around and carried the sword with his body. The long sword that should have gone straight changed its direction midway and made a perfect arc.
The line cut straight into young Fang Jibo's belly.
A flash of surprise flashed in the young Fang Jibo's eyes, and a faint smile appeared on his face. He leaped backwards and narrowly avoided the tip of the sword that had torn through his thin clothes.
As if he knew that the young man Fang Jibo would dodge like this, his younger brother Fang Jilang suddenly shot out the long sword in his hand, interrupting the young man Fang Jibo who was about to make a seal, and shouted coldly with the same seal in his hand: "Ice Arrow!".
Three ice arrows braved the cold light and shot at the young Fang Jibo in the shape of a letter.
The young man Fang Jibo dodged the long sword in his hand and saw the ice arrow coming. He quickly formed seals with his hands and shouted: "Ice Shield".
A transparent ice mirror appeared in front of the seal, spinning and expanding rapidly, eventually forming an ice shield half a meter square, which just blocked the ice arrows. However, in my ears, I could vaguely hear the cold whisper of my compatriot Fang Jilang: "Go to hell."
The snowflakes dancing in the sky seemed to be inspired, and gathered in front of the constantly changing handprints of his younger brother Fang Jilang, forming a barrel of thick ice dragon, roaring towards the young Fang Jibo.
The young man Fang Jibo's expression changed, he quickly formed seals with his hands, and shouted urgently: "Secret Technique Fire Cocoon!"
The blood-red flames of stars emerged from the front of the seal and quickly spread throughout the body, surrounding the young Fang Jibo like a cocoon and growing outward.
"Bang...chi..."
When the ice dragon and the fire cocoon collide, the ice and snow burst out and melt into each other, which is breathtakingly beautiful.
However, his younger brother Fang Jilang felt a sweet sensation in his throat, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth. He clenched his bloody teeth and tried hard to control the ice dragon.
In a moment, the color of the fire cocoon gradually faded and disappeared, and only the long snake body of the ice dragon remained. Mixed with the bone-breaking cold, it hit the young man Fang Jibo painlessly.
Looking at the young man half-kneeling on the ground, the young man Fang Jibo wiped away the sweat on his forehead and said, "It's my turn."
Young Fang Jibo formed a seal with his hands and shouted in a deep voice: "Secret Snow Lotus!"
An ice arrow appeared in front of the print, and the surrounding snowflakes danced wildly like a budding snow lotus. The young man Fang Jibo looked at it with pity, his lips slightly opened, "Go."
The snow lotus shot out like an arrow, gradually bloomed, and finally withered. The lotus petals wrapped around the lotus branches, intertwined with each other, and danced gracefully. When the younger brother Fang Jilang faced the door, they turned into nothingness.
"Go back and tell your father that I won the three-year contract. From now on, Fang Jibo will no longer be the heir to the Fang family!" The young man Fang Jibo said in a long and powerful voice in the cold wind.
Fellow brother Fang Jilang watched the snow lotus disappear, his face remained indifferent, his pupils that were as charming as a starry night suddenly shrank, a trace of anger flashed past, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stood up reluctantly, opened the corner of his mouth slightly, and wanted to say something.
That he practiced hard for three years and was unwilling to be defeated by Fang Jibo?
That the Fang family's inheritance, which he regarded as his life, was abandoned by this rebellious brother?
Or should I say, thank you for being alive twice, but he doesn't feel any gratitude at all and only feels insulted?
The younger brother Fang Jilang didn't say anything in the end. He looked at the young man Fang Jibo angrily and left without looking back.
Ye Qian, who lived in the body of young Fang Jibo, watched everything with great interest. Apart from the fact that the fighting was a bit boring, it was a bit unexpected that the brothers did not kill each other in the end. Fang Jibo had a very good character when he was a boy!
Ye Qian didn't know how Fang Jibo, who became the crooked elder of the Feixian Sect hundreds of years later and regarded the powerful soul as a plaything, achieved it.
At this time, what Ye Qian was really thinking about was whether he would have the opportunity to come into contact with Fang Jibo and join the Feixian Cult and learn the true techniques of the Void Soul Dao with him if he continues to experience this world.
More importantly, why is the secret technique used by Fang Jibo not like other soul-based secret techniques that allow the practitioner to directly immerse himself in a world and be unable to extricate himself?
The current world is obviously the result of everything Fang Jibo has experienced. It looks very real, but for Ye Qian, it is impossible to indulge in it, forget his predecessor, and consume his own soul.
After all, Ye Qian has a headache now. He doesn't know how to break this technique at all. The powerful spirit and soul can still have some effect when facing Lihen Sanren, but now, it has no effect at all. He can't feel the world at all.
If there is any abnormality, there is simply no way to decipher its false parts.
When Ye Qian was thinking about how to solve the problem, young Fang Jibo stared at his brother Fang Jilang's retreating back and smiled indifferently. Suddenly, the sound of a long sword shooting through the air suddenly sounded in his ears. He instinctively caught it, turned around, and his face couldn't help but change.
He saluted and said respectfully: "Disciple pays homage to Master."
"Get up." The voice came slowly, sounding quite kind and friendly.
"Yes." Young man Fang Jibo stood up and stood respectfully on the spot.
Master? Is this voice the one who led young Fang Jibo to become a disciple of the Feixian Sect? Ye Qian's heart moved slightly. If not, how could a descendant of a small town killer family enter such a top power as the Feixian Sect and sell out the entire Fang family?
You can't even raise enough money to buy a quota.
You know, from the information Ye Qian obtained from young Fang Jibo's mind, there is not even a single cultivator in the Fang family who has a glimpse of the Taoist realm.
"Kill it."
A white shadow crossed the sky and landed in front of young Fang Jibo. It was the white dog he was holding just now.
"Yes." Before he could finish his words, the sword had already penetrated the white dog's shriveled belly.
The white dog twitched for a while, his voice whimpering, and his round eyes looking at the young man Fang Jibo were full of pain and confusion, and it took a long time for them to lose their luster.
"This dog has been with you for three years, and you were able to kill it without any hesitation, but why did you show mercy twice to a brother you don't know?" The voice was a little surprised, but still so kind and kind.
"It's not that I showed mercy to my younger brother, but that I didn't spare his life to inherit the Fang family. How can I get away from a small family like the Fang family? I can't be so ruthless as to kill the whole family to break the worldly bond. Besides, I don't have that kind of ability now."
Strength!" Young Fang Jibo replied.
"Yes, come to my place tomorrow. The Master will invite the Fang family to see you and formally accept you as a disciple. When things here are over, I will take you back to the mountain gate to see the world of real immortal cultivators!" The amiable voice said with a little satisfaction.
said.
"Yes." The young man Fang Jibo saluted again, with a bit of excitement in his words.
After a long time, seeing no movement ahead, the young man Fang Jibo stood up, looked at the empty front, and smiled coldly.
The young man Fang Jibo threw down his long sword, walked onto the small bridge with the white dog in his arms, sat down on the old ground, and looked at the white dog blankly. Half of the thick hair was red, and the blood was still flowing, dyeing the thin and worn out color of the young man Fang Jibo.
clothes.
Rubbing the white dog's warm ears lovingly, the young man Fang Jibo laughed inexplicably, with a little joy, a little pain, a little helplessness, and even more genuine envy and yearning in his eyes. He hugged the white dog
She put her arms into her arms, hugged her knees, and stared blankly at the endless white snow, as if everything was still the same, but the warmth in her belly had become cold to the core.
The sky was still dark and the snow was still falling. It hit young Fang Jibo's face and turned into water and rolled away, leaving only a shallow trace of water, which was gradually replaced by new traces of water.
Ye Qian silently paid attention to the changes in young Fang Jibo, but when he explained that he had killed the white dog without mercy, Fang Jibo obviously lied. Perhaps because of the integration, Ye Qian could truly understand that Fang Jibo did not want to kill.
, but had to kill.
In Fang Jibo's impression, this master from the outside world had never appeared in front of him. Every time he communicated with him via voice transmission, most of what he did was to kill, allowing Fang Jibo to continue doing his job.
The young man Fang Jibo clearly remembered that when he was kicked out of his home, his master sent a message asking him if he was willing to embark on the path of seeking Taoism and becoming an immortal. He agreed on the spot in order to have someone to rely on. However, he did not expect that the master wanted to test his sincerity in becoming a master.
He threw him directly into the wolf's den. He killed the little white dog from the wolf's den and brought out the trophy.
The little white dog is not a dog, but a white wolf. The task Fang Jibo received from his master at that time was to snatch this little white dog from the wolf pack and raise it to this day. He had never known that his master asked him to raise this little white dog.
There were many speculations about the purpose of the little white wolf, but I never expected that the master asked him to raise the white wolf and keep him together for three years, just to let him kill it today.
The fate of the little white wolf may have been doomed by the master three years ago. The moment Fang Jibo killed the little white wolf without hesitation, he became powerful and no longer controlled by others. He became Fang Jibo and embarked on the path.