The way time advances makes Ye Qian feel really weird.
One night, according to Ye Qian's induction, it only takes a quarter of an hour to pass. Half a year still only takes a quarter of an hour. But in this quarter of an hour, Ye Qian has experienced what the parasitic host boy Fang Jibo has experienced.
Vividly in my mind.
Ye Qian didn't know if this magical effect was transmitted to his mind under the active control of the powerful Fang Jibo, or if it was a function of the Void Soul Dao technique.
If it's the latter, Ye Qian feels that he still has a chance to get out, but if it's the former, the boat is really overturned.
Damn it, my memory and mind are allowed to be accessed by others, it’s easier to get on than taking the bus, and there’s no hope at all.
In this quarter of an hour, Ye Qian had a sense of identity with the young man Fang Jibo who had been around for half a year. He felt that he was indeed a man who wanted to seek immortality. His talent, understanding and qualifications were quite good. The key was that his level of effort was comparable to that of Ye Qian.
Of course, the battle is also related to the careful teachings of Yue Erhong, an outer elder of the Feixian Sect.
Ye Qian followed the young Fang Jibo to receive the orthodox discipleship education of the Feixian Sect. In fact, compared to the young Fang Jibo, Ye Qian's gains were undoubtedly more and more valuable. Not only did he have a more solid foundation, he also gained a glimpse into the Taoist realm.
Both the eighth level and the ninth level of Peeping Dao Realm have some understanding.
In fact, Ye Qian knew for the first time that the ninth level of the Dao Realm was called the Dao Realm.
In the Immortal League, the eighth level of the Peeping Dao Realm is already the top combat force. For example, the ninth level of the Peeping Dao Realm or the strong men of the Dao Realm. The resources within the Immortal League can no longer meet their training needs. Most of them are not in the sub-dimensional world, but in the second world.
Travel around the worlds and adventures, and use the resources of other worlds to add fuel to your own path.
Among the eight top powers in the Immortal Alliance, even many powerful experts at the eighth level of the Peeping Realm will rely on foreign objects to venture to all the worlds. This is why Ye Qian was puzzled at the beginning and rarely heard about the eighth level of the Peeping Realm.
Most of the people who are truly willing are outside, and those who stay at home are responsible for guarding the ancestral land of the mountain gate. There is no time for internal strife.
Of course, there are some other secrets, but Ye Qian only listens to them for fun.
More importantly, Ye Qian discovered a pattern in the time dimension where a quarter of an hour is like half a year. Whenever the young Fang Jibo cares about things or verbal conversations, time will be relatively slower. Some less important things, such as rest time, are almost seamless.
Skip, flash cut.
Time once again stopped when young Fang Jibo bid farewell to his master Yue Hong, and returned to the Fang family to prepare to enter the ancestral secret realm to search for the life-extending treasure Nine-Aperture Ganoderma lucidum.
In the small town, the Fang family is the second largest force after the mayor's family. Within the scope of this small town, it is really a very big force. Even if the mayor sees it, he must be polite to the Fang family.
people.
Well, even Ye Qian found this statement a bit funny. There are two top forces in a small town, and they don’t even have a glimpse of the Taoist realm. The real master is Er Yue, the elder of the outer sect of the Flying Immortal Sect.
Hong.
Of course, in Ye Qian's view, Yue Erhong's strength was just that, and he could take at most two blows from his sword, and no more.
As the eldest son of the Fang family and a direct disciple of Yue Erhong, young Fang Jibo's status in the Fang family should undoubtedly be second only to the head of the family, Fang Laifu. This was all due to his father's status and aura.
But in fact, Fang Jibo's situation in the family was not very good. The young Fang Jibo didn't know why, but before he was twelve years old, except for his father, other human beings always looked at him with cold eyes. Fang Jibo could even detect their
Disdain, contempt!
Fang Jibo has been working hard, practicing hard, and studying hard. When other children have gone to sleep, he is still waving the sword in his hand again and again; when other children are still sleeping, he has begun to meditate and practice
, sleeping less than two hours a day, when he was only three years old.
He thought that his efforts would earn him respect and praise from his tribe. But the reality was always cruel. No matter how hard he worked or how hard he practiced, no one would praise him or encourage him except his father.
What comes back with every breakthrough is the unchanging coldness and the fleeting sarcasm in the eyes.
Just like that, when Fang Jibo was twelve years old, he couldn't bear to kill his younger brother. The whole Fang family gathered in the ancestral temple to witness that the head of the family, Fang Laifu, kicked his eldest son Fang Jibo out of the family and removed him from the family tree.
When the young man Fang Jibo appeared outside the Fang family's old house again after three and a half years, the desperate scenes from the past resurfaced in his mind. Ye Qian, who was parasitic on Fang Jibo, could clearly recall the scene at that time.
Not a single tribesman interceded for Fang Jibo, and not a single one of them had a smile in their eyes. They were still so cold, so disdainful, and there was not even a sarcastic voice. The chill that pierced the heart and lungs made Fang Jibo instantly fall into despair.
The young man Fang Jibo looked at his father Fang Laifu helplessly, and all he got was a heavy sigh and a cold declaration, "Three years from now, I will let your compatriot brother take your life!"
This simple sentence became the last straw for the young Fang Jibo. Tears flowed out uncontrollably at that time. Fang Jibo glanced resentfully at every so-called tribesman present and his father, and walked out.
to the ancestral temple.
From then on, Fang Jibo had no home. He slept in trees and rested. When he was hungry, he killed some wild animals and ate them alive. Month after month, he was trained by a master who could only hear his voice but not see his person. Until half a year ago, three years ago,
At the expiration of his term, he defeated his compatriot brother Fang Jilang and officially became the disciple of his master Yue Erhong.
The young man Fang Jibo looked sadly at the strange yet familiar door in front of him, and the past memories came to mind. After a long time, Fang Jibo found that his eyes were a little blurry, smiled to himself, and strode across the surprisingly high threshold of the Fang family.
"Hello, eldest son, I am waiting for you in the study!" The gatekeeper respectfully saluted the eldest son of the Fang family who had not appeared for more than three years. The news had spread throughout the house that this eldest son had become a disciple of a big shot and had already jumped over the dragon gate.
, different from mortals like them.
The young man Fang Jibo smiled warmly at the gatekeeper, nodded and said nothing. Now he has been practicing the introductory skills of the Feixian Sect for half a year and has officially become an immortal cultivator.
Stone's smile is no different.
The young man Fang Jibo walked through the hall, crossed the corridor, and came directly to his father Fang Jibo's study. He knocked three times and stood by the door to wait.
"Come in." Fang Laifu's unique and honest voice sounded in his ears.
"I've met my father!" Entering the study, the young man Fang Jibo saluted the middle-aged man Fang Laifu in front of the red sandalwood desk.
Everything seems to be the same as it was three and a half years ago. Fang Jibo did not call Fang Laifu the head of the family as he did half a year ago, but the parasitic Ye Qian could clearly feel the resentment hidden deep in the heart of the young Fang Jibo.
"Get up!" Fang Laifu sighed softly, carefully looking at his eldest son whom he hadn't seen for half a year. His appearance had not changed much, but they had grown a lot taller. They were familiar yet strange, with a strange temperament and strange eyes.
Fang Jibo silently stared at his father, whom he had not seen for many years. Nothing had changed, the same appearance, the same majesty, and the same silence.
"How have you been in the past six months?" Fang Laifu couldn't bear the atmosphere and asked in a hurry.
In fact, not to mention the past six months, even the three years since he expelled Fang Jibo, Fang Laifu knew every move. Fang Jibo had never been without two killers to protect him. Even after studying under the powerful cultivator of the Feixian Sect, two
The killer has never left Fang Jibo, and information about him is sent back at least once a day.
"Very good..." Fang Jibo replied dryly. He really couldn't say anything else. Although the master smiled all day long and looked harmless, as an apprentice, how could he not know that the master was a strict disciple?
posture?
In the past six months, not a single day has been relaxing. Of course, Fang Jibo himself was complaining and enjoying it at the same time.
When he really couldn't find how to describe how well he was doing, Fang Jibo responded stupidly without thinking: "Better than at home!"
Realizing that he was stupid, Fang Jibo quickly shut his mouth.
When Fang Laifu heard this, his expression did not change, but his chest rose and fell significantly, and he opened his mouth silently, unable to say a word.
The study fell into silence once again!
After a long time, Fang Laifu waved his hand feebly, "Go back and tidy up the room first! I will discuss the matter of entering the secret realm at the ancestral temple gathering in the afternoon."
"Yes!" Fang Jibo saluted and walked far away from the study before heaving a sigh of relief.
Aware that the servants were curious and the "family members" were still looking at him, Fang Jibo smiled indifferently and walked in the labyrinth-like Fang family's ancestral house as if he were sightseeing. On the surface, the ancestral house was built based on acquired gossip. According to the master,
As Yue Erhong said, there is a protective formation underground under the ancestral home. Unfortunately, it has been abandoned and damaged for many years. Unless an eighth-level formation master comes, it cannot be repaired.
As Wuqinju, his residence, was so close, Fang Jibo's steps became slower and slower, and finally stopped.
Looking up at the plaque on the pavilion, Fang Jibo carefully chewed the two words "无qin" written with dragons and phoenixes on the plaque, and felt that his heart was full of bitterness.
I remember the first time he asked his father why his family ignored him and didn't like him. His father just told him that as long as he practiced hard, he could get their love and praise. If he didn't get it, it was just because he didn't work hard enough. This plaque is also
It was given to him by his father at that time.
Haha! It turns out that my father knew the outcome at that time. It turns out that everything is doomed!
He who doesn’t have a piano is ruthless, what a simple truth! But he didn’t realize it until today!
Born into a family of killers, family affection is a luxury.
Fang Jibo shook his head and sighed. He had been a little abnormal since he stepped into the house. What's the use of recalling those old things!
Those mortals will eventually turn into withered bones in the grave one day, and Fang Jibo is destined to go further and further on the immortal path. Although he has the same blood, he is now a person in two worlds. His past resentments are unforgettable, but he seems to be different.