Except for the two hours of rest time every day, Mo Ganyun and Dong Yunyu were beaten the rest of the time!
After hiding in the room and sleeping for two hours, when you wake up, you will find that there are mountains of feces around the house! All kinds of feces have completely buried the house.
But they are not allowed to move!
The two of them just worked hard, endured, and improved their cultivation...
Finally, Mo Ganyun remembered it one day.
"Brother Dong...I finally know what you meant by what you said at the beginning..."
Dong Yunyu himself had forgotten it a long time ago, and spat out feces and said, "What are you talking about?"
"In a place like this, cultivation progresses faster!"
Mo Gan Yunsheng said helplessly: "...It turns out it's true, it's so fast!..."
Dong Yunyu said feebly: "What, your brother Dong is awesome, right?"
"Awesome!"
Mo Ganyun said from the bottom of his heart: "Brother Dong, if you go out this time, I will beat anyone who dares to say that you are not awesome! You are a blind person who eats shit every day without changing his face. How can you not be awesome?
"
Speaking of the word 'shit', Dong Yunyu's sadness was completely evoked. He let out a long sigh and complained to the extreme: "Brother, please go out in the future and don't mention this word to me in this life. Really, I feel, I
Bixue is more awesome than ever."
"That is."
Mo Ganyun said: "Xue Wanshi pulled it by himself, but your Dong brother ate the feces of all the monsters in the entire three directions! This is different!"
Dong Yunyu rushed forward fiercely and started fighting: "I'm not afraid to tell you! I have eaten it in the Yin and Yang Realm! What is this! What is this!"
Mo Ganyun remained motionless as he was being beaten, and did not fight back. He closed his eyes and said, "In front of a man who is proud to eat shit, I, Mo Ganyun, deserve to be beaten..."
There was a rumbling sound outside, and the two of them looked at the mountain of shit pouring out of the window, both of them indifferent, with blank faces.
Until a while later, a three-legged unicorn burst open the door.
His eyes were burning, his mouth was moving outward, and his meaning was very clear.
"It's time, come out and get beaten!"
The two of them stood up as if they were dead: "Damn it...are we the only ones getting beaten? Are you going to feel better? Grandma, come on!"
Boom boom boom...
Naturally, everyone else's experiences have their own unique circumstances, and everyone's cultivation is advancing by leaps and bounds.
Of course, it is not as colorful and flavorful as Dongyun Jade and Moganyun.
It can't compare to the beauty and happiness of the leader above.
Even the vast majority of people live a somewhat lackluster life.
For example, if Xue Changqing, Zefengdi, and Yuyang form a team, the three bachelors will think about Feng Yun together every day. The life will be as boring as it is.
If it weren't for the red fox that everyone could tease and play with from time to time, there would be almost no joy in life.
So Red Fox has now become the first treasure of three grown men.
As for the others... those who don't even have red foxes, their lives are simply unspeakable.
Those who usually like to be quiet and have a calm and calm personality are better off, but those who are impatient and irritable will almost make themselves sick.
All kinds of weird pastimes have been created.
Counting ants, embroidering leaves, drinking water like crazy and peeing on the big tree to create a painting...
There are also those who strip naked and run wildly naked within their own field.
There are also those who carry tens of thousands of kilograms of trees as fishing rods and fish with a silk thread. There are those who dig up mice frantically all over the mountains and the ground, and those who run all over the mountains and forests to hunt birds...
The most common game involves three people gambling and losing their hair.
Especially those who have a strong gambling habit. These people usually form teams with similar personalities and are all gamblers. Some people even lose everything from head to toe, including nose hair, front and back of the lower body, etc... Well, they have all lost...
…
It doesn't matter if you lose everything.
Forced by the other two people: "Good luck! Grow it quickly and start the round again!"
I have to say that advanced warriors do everything very cheaply.
On the other hand, the other two people in Xue Yi Hong's team never thought that the eldest son of the Xue family was so good at playing, and they thought he was so indifferent with his usually cold demeanor.
As a result, in such a claustrophobic environment, there are really all kinds of ways to pass the loneliness!
"You don't understand!"
Xue Yihong's face was full of vicissitudes of life: "In a place like the secret realm of the Northern War Zone, if you can't create something for yourself, you can die of suffocation without being killed by people from the solipsistic religion. That place is much narrower than the place we have now.
It’s so narrow! It’s just a hole!”
"I'm pretty good. Some seniors have been guarding their luck for thousands of years..."
Xue Yihong sighed deeply.
The other two people were in awe.
Time flies, and since the first appearance of the God's Tomb, it seems that the whole world has become quiet, and everyone can only hear and feel the movement in the area where they are.
Don't know anything else.
There are also many bold ones who keep moving in one direction, wanting to step out of the margins and enter other people's territory, even if there is a fight.
But... I couldn't get out even if I kept walking!
Boundless!
In the blink of an eye, another nine and a half years have passed.
It’s still that small valley, it’s still those pools, it’s still Leader Fang’s home.
But things have changed.
Even every stone has become regular and regular, the flowerbeds and fields are lined with ridges, and even the grass in the meadow has been neatly arranged and even grown into various shapes.
The pavilion by the lake in the middle is already surrounded by flowers.
It's so clean, there aren't even any insects.
Exquisite gravel paths have been built from the entrance of Fangche Cave to the entrance of Yanbeihan Cave and Biyunyan Cave.
There are such paths built in the middle, by the lake, up the mountain, and in the pavilion.
Completely, it is a paradise.
early morning.
In Yan Beihan's room, Fang Che poked his head out of the snow-white quilt, one hand still busy with something under the quilt.
Yan Beihan leaned in his arms, holding him softly.
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From time to time he would move his hand aside.
"Master Yan, I would like to ask you something."
Leader Fang asked seriously: "May I ask if my little witch can catch up with the progress of her cultivation outside with two more steps?"
Yan Beihan pulled the robe tightly around his chest and said with a blushing face: "Yes, but when the time comes, I have no say in how your little witch will be. After all, Mr. Fang, your cultivation level can't beat her."
"Then, Master Yan, you have to say something to your subordinates when the time comes."
Leader Fang frowned and said: "My little witch has not come to serve me for a long time. Is that not the case? Master Yan, you have to help your subordinates to uphold justice."
Yan Beihan took a few breaths and said, "Speak for you...why?"
Fang Che got in with both hands and said, "Just because this subordinate is so loyal to Lord Yan; my whole body has been played with by you, how can Lord Yan actually have the heart to refuse this humble request?"
Yan Beihan's face turned redder, and he tried his best to endure it, and said: "I can help you speak...but, what good do I do?"
Fang Che covered Master Yan's lips with two lips and said softly: "In order to repay Master Yan, my subordinates will serve Master Yan more carefully and thoughtfully. How about that?"
How not, how not to know.
Because Mr. Yan is speechless now.
After a long time, Mr. Yan's starry eyes were intoxicated, covered with a layer of mist, and he begged for mercy: "Okay, okay, I will talk to the little witch then, and I will definitely fulfill Commander Fang's wish. Mr. Fang, please
How about...?"
Mr. Fang was sanctimonious, serving Mr. Yan with his palms under the quilt, and said displeasedly: "But the little witch has stretched me for so many years, and just got rid of me with just one sentence? As a boss, Mr. Yan, isn't this fair?"
Should I preside over it for my subordinates?"
Yan Beihan started to tremble and said, "Then what do you think... of the bento?"
"Since the little witch has obeyed, she is a member of our Fang family. Master Yan, do you think this is true?" Fang Che asked.
"...Yes." Yan Beihan bit his lips, nodded with a red face, and his black hair fell gently on his snow-white chest.
Fang Che pushed his hair aside, took a sip, and said, "Since you are from my family, then I am the head of the Fang family. Of course, I can play whatever I want."
Yan Beihan groaned, raised his head, and said with difficulty: "But... I'm afraid the little witch... won't agree to some excessive demands."
"Then we need Master Yan to do more work." Fang Che continued to serve him attentively: "Master Yan, seeing that my subordinate is serving you so wholeheartedly, please agree to help me."
Master Yan said intermittently: "I can only... try my best..."
After saying that, he stopped talking and his whole person turned into a puddle of fragrant mud.
"Thank you, sir."
Leader Fang said: "In order to express my gratitude, I will give you a full body massage..."
"No no no..."
Yan Beihan lay on the bed and shook his head violently: "You should... do your business."
Commander Fang was forcibly driven out.
Fang Che had no choice but to excuse himself: "Sir, have a good rest. I'll go catch a fish for you. How about I cook you fish soup in the evening?"
Yan Beihan was completely buried in the quilt, he just stretched out a small white hand and waved it.
Fang Che put on his clothes very politely.
Went out.
All the way to the lake.
Mr. Bi is holding a thin bamboo pole and fishing seriously.
"Mr. Fang wakes up so early?"
Master Bi said: "Master Yan, have you taken care of me?"
"No way, my subordinates haven't seen Lord Yan this morning. When I got up, I saw Lord Bi fishing here, so I hurried over to serve Lord Yan."
"Only a ghost would believe you!" Mr. Bi said, rolling his eyes.
Mr. Fang put his hand on Mr. Bi's shoulder, kneaded it gently, and said: "Your shoulders have been quite tired these days. You must pay attention to your health. We, the only orthodox religion, all rely on you."
Master Bi narrowed his eyes, obviously enjoying his subordinate's kindness, and said calmly: "It doesn't matter, my only orthodox sect has Feng Yunyan Beihan, and the Night Demon Cult Leader, they are all backbone talents, so I don't have to worry about the guardians."
The chief is worried."
"But I'm a little worried. Mr. Bi's waist is now thin and tired."