A carriage was advancing slowly on the official road.
Du Qiankun held a riding whip and did the work of a coachman, but he enjoyed it very much.
After all, he was very sure that there was a big shot sitting in the carriage.
Even just some martial arts guidance would benefit him a lot.
Now that this senior wants to go to the East China Sea, how can he not do his best?
Although... this senior will go crazy from time to time, but fortunately it is still bearable.
Within the carriage.
Fang Xian opened his eyes, and his original madness receded a little.
He came to his senses again: 'Very good... I can't move during my madness, but I can be guided by others... Although I can control the other person with poison and other means, how can that compare to the true effectiveness of others?'
After observing some time ago, he confirmed that Du Qiankun was the kind of person who was on the right path.
Moreover, there is also a bit of stupidity, the kind that pays special attention to the promise of a thousand pieces of gold.
Of course, the other party is not a fool. He must have gone through the famous figures in the devil's way in his mind and confirmed that Fang Xian is not that kind of person before choosing to help.
It's a pity that Du Qiankun didn't know that Fang Xian, an expert in the righteous way, was just pretending.
He is the White Tiger Demon Lord!
'Yueshan County? It happens to be on the way to the East China Sea. Why not take a look...'
Fang Xian secretly calculated that he was pressed for time.
To be honest, I don’t have any feelings for the descendants of these acquaintances.
It's okay to meet them on the way, but it's impossible to make a special trip for them.
Suddenly, an illusion appeared in front of Fang Xian's eyes.
Well, it is very normal for a madman to have split personality or hallucinatory memories.
But this time it's obviously different.
He saw fire, the sea... a fishing village.
There are even a group of aliens that are very similar to the scale people!
They were calling and jumping, as if they were performing some kind of ritual.
A bloody 'human pillar' was pushed into the sea.
From the depths of the sea, 'I' poked out my head, which was one huge snake head after another, with eyes the size of teacups, and the tails were twisted together to form a ball of flesh with a smooth surface.
On top of the meat mass, there are some terrifying lumps, some of which are scales, some of which resemble sarcoma, and are filled with pollution, chaos and madness.
The huge mass of flesh with eight snake heads was hidden in the indescribable darkness, and there seemed to be invisible tentacles extending into the distance, giving it a creepy aura.
It is devouring the sacrifice, it is craving like crazy, recalling its own name.
'No...that's me.'
'However, if I really let it find my name, I'm afraid I will always face the trouble of schizophrenia during the only time I have reason...'
Fang Xian pressed his eyebrows and suddenly sneered: "I found you... you are indeed in the East China Sea."
After all, it comes from the same source of madness as him, and it is completely normal to occasionally experience some scenes.
At this moment, he suddenly felt something again.
That was another place, seemingly inside a certain palace.
He saw Jiang Yuhe, who had become much younger, and a woman who was wearing gorgeous clothes but was already very old.
The other party stared at Jiang Yuhe, the greed in his eyes barely concealed at all.
"The moths have laid their eggs... there will be a bumper harvest next season!"
Fang Xian murmured and said something.
Outside the carriage, Du Qiankun was already accustomed to strange things.
There is no need to be surprised at all when a half-crazy grandmaster occasionally uses strange words, right?
…
The carriage slowly drove into Yueshanjunjuncheng.
"Senior, ahead is the main building of Jinfeng Xiaoyu Building."
Du Qiankun opened the car curtain and said softly.
At the same time, he looked at the peaceful tall wooden building and felt very sorry.
In the storyteller's mouth and in the storybook, shouldn't there be some villains appearing at this time, allowing the masters and seniors to show their prowess?
However, this childish thought only flashed in his mind and was forgotten by Du Qiankun. He even found it a bit funny.
The real world and the world in the storybook are obviously two different things.
"Xiao Du, let's say goodbye here..."
Fang Xian smiled and handed over a volume of books: "Here is a book on martial arts. I wrote it casually when I was free. It can be regarded as a reward for your hard work during this time."
"This..." Du Qiankun was a little embarrassed, but after taking it and turning the first page, he couldn't move his eyes away: "How to enter Taoism through martial arts?"
His mouth opened wide, like a toad struck by lightning: "This...is this a Taoist book?"
Originally, the Xinwu Kingdom respected martial arts, but after it was merged into the Shushan Fairyland, everyone knew that warriors were nothing but vile.
The one who is truly superior is the immortal who has been watching for a long time!
And if you want to become an immortal, you must have a Taoist book!
Even this temple and Qingyuan Palace don't have it.
A true Taoist book must at least produce magic power that can make ordinary people truly become cultivators.
Unfortunately, no matter how hard the warriors try, there seems to be a natural chasm between the innate true energy and magical power.
Du Qiankun's hands trembled, feeling like he was holding a bridge made of gold.
If this was true and the news leaked out, he felt that the currently peaceful world would immediately start a wave of bloodshed.
"It's just the first step, just a little trick to condense the martial arts energy into magic power...it's nothing...I hope you can carry it forward, and then explore the martial arts talismans, condense the martial arts magical powers, and maybe you can serve the warriors of the Xinwu Kingdom
Find a way..."
Fang Xian's voice is still there, but his figure has disappeared.
"God...god..."
Du Qiankun was stunned. He was speechless. He suddenly knelt down and kowtowed three times towards the carriage.
…
Jinfeng Xiaoyu Tower, Patriarch Hall.
Although it was his first time here, Fang Xian looked at the regulations and felt that they were still somewhat familiar.
Perhaps it's because these descendants tended to prefer the layout of the main building during construction, right?
In short, Fang Xian successfully found the place where the ancestors of the past generations are enshrined in the Jinfeng Xiaoyu Building, stepped on the broken sunlight, and opened the old wooden door.
As a theoretically important place, in reality the defense of the Ancestral Master Hall is far inferior to that of the warehouse and the place where secret books are stored.
At this time, Fang Xian pushed the door in as if there was no one around, but no one jumped out to stop him.
He looked at the densely packed spiritual tablets, most of which he didn't recognize, and went straight to the second floor.
Among the important tablets enshrined here, I finally found a few familiar names: Yulongjiao, Yuxiaohu...
Of course, there is also his own.
"When I see my own tablet, I really don't know what to say..."
"Sacrifice to ancestors, inherit..."
Fang Xian looked at this scene and fell into deep thought.
He may be able to take action and help Jinfeng Xiaoyu Tower become powerful again in the world, but with the erosion of long time and years, what will be left?
"Perhaps the better choice is to continue the inheritance and perpetuate the bloodline?"