A dozen or so ninth-level warriors locked their qi machines, and Fang Ming's body stiffened for a moment. Seeing the half-smiling expressions of these old men, he felt dizzy.
This is to test yourself and give yourself some power.
Fang Ming's guess was correct. These protectors and hall masters did this on purpose. Firstly, they wanted to verify Fang Ming's strength, and secondly, they wanted to vent their anger.
This tone did not come from Fang Ming, but from Fang Ming's father. Fang Zheng had embarrassed them all back then. Since Fang Zheng cannot be found now, it is only natural that a father owes his son a debt.
"None of these old men are really good people."
Fang Ming muttered in his heart, but the next moment a bright smile appeared on his face, and he walked forward swaggeringly, as if he was not affected at all.
"How is this possible?"
Seeing Fang Ming's performance, the dozen or so guardians and hall masters were stunned. The qi of the dozen or so of them were locked, which would be a bit overwhelming even for strong men of the same level.
"Didn't you take action?"
"I took action, but you didn't?"
"Shit, I'll target that kid first."
The dozen protectors and hall masters exchanged glances with each other, and they all suspected that their companions had not taken action. How did they know that Fang Ming was now in the earth-level Dzogchen realm. Unless a heaven-level powerhouse took action, no one could do anything.
he.
Step by step, Fang Ming's walking posture is very strange. He rubs the soles of his feet a few times after taking a few steps, which is extremely enchanting and coquettish. If these old people have some understanding of what modern young people like in the outside world, they should have it in their minds.
A certain bgm (background music) appears.
Rubbing, rubbing, rubbing on this smooth ground, one step, two steps, one step, two steps, step by step, like minions, like devil...
Although the distance was only a short hundred meters, Fang Ming walked for nearly three minutes, with the provocative expression on his face clearly visible, and the dozen or so old men who looked at him looked angry but helpless.
Using Qi machines to suppress him was the only thing they could do, and they couldn't really attack Fang Ming.
However, although they were a little dissatisfied with Fang Ming's provocative look, these old men also believed what the Ninth Elder said. This boy is really a genius, a genius even more perverted than his father.
"Stop playing tricks and come in."
In the main hall, the voice of the Ninth Elder came out, and these old men took back their energy, but something unexpected happened to them.
The moment they regained their strength, Fang Ming's face suddenly turned pale, and then he stood in front of the palace, looking at them with an aggrieved and hurt expression, his expression was that of an angry little boy.
Like a daughter-in-law.
"Ninth Elder, is it that the family doesn't want me to come back? Since even the elders don't want me to come back, then I'd better leave. Hey..."
Fang Ming sighed heavily and glanced at these old people one by one, then turned and walked down the mountain. The figures behind them were indescribably lonely and lonely.
"I have been wandering away from home for more than twenty years. When I was young and old, I left home and my boss came back. My local accent has not changed and my hair on my temples has faded. My elders don't recognize each other and they have a straight face and refuse to let me go back."
Hearing the nonsense verses muttered by Fang Ming, the dozen or so guardians and hall masters almost went crazy. The young man left home and the boss returned. You didn't stay at the mountain gate when you were in your mother's womb.
The local accent has not changed and the hair on the temples has faded. You have a head full of black hair. If it is so strong, it can be combed and parted in the middle. None of the people with flower bouquets are as showy as you. You can't find a single white hair from the beginning to the end.
Fang Hai, who was standing aside, twitched the corner of his mouth. He suddenly felt proud of what he had done before. He was still very wise. At least he just ignored the kid, otherwise he would be bitten now.
Obviously, although this kid didn't suffer any loss, he was making excuses.
"Ninth Elder, I know you love me, but since no one welcomes me back, I'd better leave here."
Fang Ming turned his back to the crowd, raised his head and looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, and murmured in a low voice: "People say that the setting sun is the end of the world, but I can't see home when I look to the end of the world. I hate that the green mountains are blocking us, and the green mountains are still blocked by the dusk.
Clouds cover.”
Although Fang Ming's voice was very low, these old men were in a certain state. Every word of Fang Ming's words was heard in their ears, and several of them had already turned weird.
"You come from your hometown, so you should know about it. Will the plum blossoms bloom in front of the beautiful window tomorrow?"
No response, Fang Ming continued...
"The sound and writing outside the mountains are broken, and after winter comes spring again. I feel even more timid when I'm close to home, and I don't dare to ask anyone who's coming."
"The guest travels outside the green mountains, and the boat rides in front of the green water. The tide is flat and the banks are wide, and the wind is blowing and the sail is hanging. The sea is sunny and the night is lingering, and the people of Jiangchun are in the old year. Where can I get the hometown letter? Return to Luoyang."
"The sound of someone's jade flute is flying quietly, spreading into the spring breeze and filling Luo City. Hearing the broken willows in this nocturne, who can't help but feel the love of his hometown."
"The garrison of drums interrupts the movement of people, and there is a sound of wild geese in the autumn. The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown. All my brothers are scattered, and I have no family to ask about life and death."
"There is bright moonlight in front of my bed, I suspect it is frost on the ground. I raise my head to look at the bright moon, and lower my head to think about my hometown."
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Crazy, these elders and guardians are almost crazy. They are just testing it a little. Is there any need to do this? Are you going to read out all the homesick poems in China for five thousand years?
"Stop making trouble and come in."
The voice of the ninth elder came out again, and Fang Ming also turned around, but this turn made the elders and guardians jump.
There was a trace of blood flowing out of the corner of Fang Ming's mouth. His whole face was as white as tissue paper and bloodless. At this moment, he looked at the door of the hall with an extremely aggrieved expression and said: "Ninth Elder, I am not making trouble, I am showing my true feelings.
I cried every word for it, and only now do I finally understand what nostalgia is, what the vastness of the world means, a pot...one person wandering alone."
"I'm like a boat, drifting in a lonely ocean, I'm like..."
"Let each of these people give you some compensation when the time comes."
The Ninth Elder interrupted Fang Ming's words, but Fang Ming was not angry. On the contrary, after the Ninth Elder's words came out, the pale color on his face disappeared instantly. As for the blood at the corner of his mouth, he actually licked it off.
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"Shameless, I have never seen such a shameless person."
"This kid is so cunning. Where is the pride and style of a genius?"
"Who said that this boy is so proud and proud that he is neither humble nor haughty in the face of the Mu family?"
These elders and protectors really couldn't connect the shameless boy in front of them with the Fang Ming they had heard about. This was the man rumored in the cultivation world who challenged the four young masters before he reached the prefecture level, and dared to challenge Mu after breaking through the prefecture level.
Can Fang Ming, the number one genius in the cultivation world, escape from the Mu family's confrontation and the Mu family's pursuit?
"Okay, everyone, please give way. I'm going to see the Ninth Elder, but don't go away. After I finish meeting the Ninth Elder later, I will talk to you about compensation for bullying the weak, compensation for mental damage, and hurting the weak souls.
Fei, after all, I am still a child."
Fang Ming swaggered past these protectors and hall masters and walked into the hall, leaving these old men shivering in anger outside the hall.
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Entering the main hall, Fang Ming's expression became solemn because he found two white-haired old men in the main hall. In addition to the ninth elder, there was another one he had never seen before.
However, the one who can stand with the ninth elder is probably another elder of the Fang family.
In addition, the white-haired old man's whole body was like an ancient well, making it difficult for him to see through. Anyone who could do this must be a heaven-level expert.
When Fang Ming was looking at the old man, the white-haired old man was also looking at Fang Ming with an interesting look in his eyes, as if he had discovered something interesting.
Feeling the old man's gaze, Fang Ming felt that something was wrong, so he was the first to speak: "Ninth Elder, I haven't seen you for a long time. You still have the same old style, and your white hair is thicker again."
The ninth elder's mouth twitched and he said nothing, while the other one was still looking at Fang Ming with a playful expression.
"This person with a fairy-like face makes people want to worship him. He must be an elder of our Fang family. I wonder who you are?"
Seeing that the Ninth Elder ignored him, Fang Ming looked at another white-haired old man. He always felt that this old man looked at him with ill intentions.
"Ahem... Fang Ming, this is Wujizi, a senior from the Tianji Sect." The Ninth Elder couldn't stand it anymore and explained.
Tianjimen?
Fang Ming's eyes flickered. He had heard of Tianji Sect's name for a long time. Being able to single-handedly convince the cultivation world and determine the position of the Four Young Masters was definitely not something that could be achieved simply by relying on strength.
"It turns out it's Senior Wujizi. I've really admired his name for a long time. To be honest, I have great admiration for Senior Wujizi. I wish I had heard about Senior Wujizi..."
Fang Ming couldn't speak anymore because he found that the other person had no intention of answering the conversation, and obviously wanted to see how he continued.
But what a nonsense he said. He knew about Tianjimen, but he didn’t even know who Wujizi was.
"Okay, please stop playing tricks here." Finally, the Ninth Elder spoke, looking at Wujizi, and said: "Master Wujizi, I agree with your previous proposal."
"But now I feel a little regretful. Hey, I don't know whether the decision I made earlier was right or wrong. I just hope that I won't lose my insurance later in the holiday."
There was a riddle between Wujizi and the Ninth Elder, but Fang Ming was not stupid. He heard that Wujizi went to the Ninth Elder to propose something, and the Ninth Elder should not have agreed at first, but now he has agreed.
That is to say, this matter is very likely to have something to do with me.
Thinking that the matter had something to do with him, Fang Ming became a little anxious and said quickly: "Boss, can you tell me what the matter is? I'm still a child."
"Don't worry, this matter is not harmful to you. When the leader of the Wujizi Sect proposed it to me, I was still a little hesitant, but I didn't expect that your boy's strength has improved again, so there will be no problem."
Fang Ming's prefecture-level Dzogchen's strength can be hidden from others, but with the strength of the Ninth Elder and Wujizi, they can naturally see it at a glance. To be honest, both of them are still a little shocked, but they just don't show it.