Heavenly Master, I have a different world

"Father!"

"My lord!"

Seeing Fang Zheng, Fang Heng and Yuan Zhongdao, who were already in despair, couldn't help but express ecstasy.

Fang Zheng glanced at the two of them, and felt a little relieved. Finally, he was not late, and finally nothing happened.

"Are you Fang Zheng?"

Mr. Zheng turned around and raised his eyebrows slightly:

"You really love your son very much and you are a good father. If you hide in Gu'an County, no one would dare to mess with you."

"pity……"

He shook his head slightly, feeling sorry for Fang Zheng's choice:

"You actually walked out, you are really asking for your own death!"

"Brother Zheng, there is no need to waste time with him." Beside Mr. Zheng, a slender man sneered:

"Now that he's here, let's capture him and hand him over to the owner of Baili Manor."

As he spoke, he flashed and rushed towards Fang Zheng.

He came very quickly, his five fingers were slightly clasped together, his fingertips glowed with cold light, and the claw skills he performed were truly remarkable.

The aura on his body is not weak either.

No leaks!

With the changes in the world, strong men from all walks of life who have been hiding in the world have come out one after another, and it is no longer uncommon to have no leaks.

"Uh-huh!"

The scene suddenly went dark, and a huge Buddhist shrine appeared out of thin air, weighing down like a hill.

The shadow cast down alone was half an acre in size.

"Peng!"

The Buddhist niche falls to the ground.

The strength is more than ten thousand catties?

I'm afraid it won't exceed hundreds of thousands of pounds!

The Buddhist niche was like a large ramming machine, which was smashed down hard, and the figure who rushed towards it was instantly smashed into a pulp.

The Wuluo martial artist is also powerless to resist.

The Buddhist niche is a rare treasure. The higher the cultivation level of the person who worships it, the stronger its power will be.

Now in Fang Zheng's hands, it is easy to kill without missing a beat.

After killing one person, his expression remained unchanged. He pointed a finger and the Buddhist altar, which was as big as a palace, rose into the air again and flipped over, hitting Mr. Zheng and others on their heads.

"careful!"

Mr. Zheng's expression changed drastically, and the bronze flute flew out of his hand. Vast sound waves poured out from the bronze flute and turned towards the Buddhist niche.

"boom!"

Two things collide in the void.

The Buddhist niche rotates gently and presses down little by little. The copper flute emits sound waves one after another, rising to the top.

There seems to be a stalemate.

but……

Obviously, the hatchback is slightly weaker than the Bronze Flute, and it will only be a matter of time before it cannot hold up.

What is even more frightening is that the Buddhist niche comes with a suppressive and intimidating force, making the people below unable to move.

I can't dodge either.

"Master Zheng."

The eyes of Yuejian Jiao Cao Zhong flashed, and his steel teeth suddenly bit him. He stretched out his hand to tear off the clothes on his body, and shouted:

"Let me help you!"

As he spoke, he threw the clothes in his hand upwards.

The clothes swelled up in the wind, and instantly became as big as an acre. They not only withstood the Buddhist niche above, but even had the potential to wrap around it in reverse.

"Huh?"

Fang Zheng raised his eyebrows.

This person's cultivation level is no more than that of Xiao Zhoutian, and he is not worthy of showing off in his eyes. He actually has such a treasure in his hand?

No!

The clothing was not a treasure, but an unknown animal skin that had not even been cut.

The ability to resist the suppression of the Buddhist niche is entirely due to the power contained in the animal skin itself.

"good!"

When the trumpet sounded, the man and woman beside Mr. Zheng looked at each other, each holding a long sword and took the opportunity to pounce.

The sword shone brightly, pointing directly at Fang Zheng, who controlled the Buddhist niche.

"Old guy, suffer death!"

Both of them are equally good at cultivation, they are even better at combined attacks, and the swords in their hands are equally sharp.

As the long sword pointed, cracks appeared silently on the hard ground.

"Ah……"

Fang Zheng shook his head softly, waved his long sleeves lightly, and the Fengyun flag standing behind him suddenly unfolded and circled in front of him.

"Wow!"

The flags trembled.

moment.

Countless wind blades surged out from the long flags, like huge waves, rushing towards them in an overwhelming force.

Just a breath.

The man and woman who rushed over were submerged by the wind blade, blood spattered, bones and flesh melted, and they dispersed into nothingness.

The layers of sword light and defensive spells were almost useless in the face of the fierce wind.

The wind blade remained unabated and continued to rush forward.

Yuejian Jiao was the first to bear the brunt. Without the protection of the exotic treasure on his body, he was torn into pieces by the wind blade in an instant.

The Buddhist niche is only comparable to a magic weapon, and its beauty lies in suppressing ghosts.

Fengyun banner,

However, it is a real magic weapon that the crazy Taoist has cultivated for hundreds of years, and is obviously more powerful.

"ah!"

Mr. Zheng roared into the sky, and an orb appeared on his chest. The orb bloomed with ghostly light, and actually made the wind blade freeze.

but……

That’s all!

"Kachacha..."

The Buddhist niche was pressed down, and the bronze flute could no longer support it. Small cracks appeared on the bronze flute.

"Peng!"

The last person next to Mr. Zheng couldn't hold on at first, and screamed in agony, his body exploding under the huge force of squeezing.

"Father!"

Seeing this, Fang Heng shouted hurriedly:

"Leave him to me. I will avenge Fifth Brother, Xiaotao and the others!"

"oh!"

Fang Zheng's eyes moved slightly, and with a flick of his finger, the golden rope flew out with lightning, and wrapped around Mr. Zheng in the air.

Buddhist niches, wind and cloud flags, and golden ropes all came out. Although Mr. Zheng had many methods, it was difficult to resist.

moment.

All kinds of means came together.

"Buzz..."

Seeing that he was about to be bound by the golden rope, a ball of light quietly emerged from Mr. Zheng's body.

The dim light was weak, but it resisted Yi Ying's attack.

A shadow appeared from it.

The phantom held a piccolo, wore a long gown, and wore a high-end hat. It had an elegant temperament and turned to look at Fang Zheng.

"Master!"

Seeing the shadow clearly, Mr. Zheng couldn't help but feel ecstatic:

"help me!"

"Evil disciple!" Xuying glared at him, then clasped his fists and raised his hands towards Fang Zheng, saying:

"This Taoist brother, a poor Taoist from Qiancuishan, is known as the Iron Flute Immortal. He is a disciple of the Longmen sect of Tianshi Dao."

Iron Flute Fairy?

Fang Zheng's eyes moved slightly.

Before coming, Tianji Compass gave me a reminder that there is danger hidden in the good fortune of this trip, and the danger is hidden but not revealed.

lucky.

Not known yet.

fierce,

I'm afraid it's the person in front of me.

Hiding and not revealing refers to future troubles, not immediate ones.

"This son is a poor Taoist and a loving disciple. He is young and ignorant. If he offends me in any way, please show mercy. In the future, the poor Taoist will definitely bring his bad disciples to the door to kneel down and apologize."

The Iron Flute Fairy looked serious:

"I hope you can raise your hand high."

"Iron Flute Immortal!" Fang Zheng looked at the opponent, held his hands empty, suppressed the aura in the field, and said:

"What if Fang says no?"

"If you can forgive others, please forgive them. My fellow Taoist has been practicing for many years, why should you cling to delusional thoughts." Iron Flute Immortal's face darkened:

"Shi asked himself if he had some tricks..."

"Peng!"

Before he finished speaking, the Buddhist niche had already fallen, and the aura in the place was instantly shattered by an invisible force.

The golden rope took the opportunity to enter, tied up Mr. Zheng who was unable to resist, and then threw him in front of Fang Heng.

If he wants to kill his own son, he must also kill himself. Even if he is a true disciple, Fang Zheng will not show mercy if there are some hidden dangers in the future.

"..."

Looking at the panicked Mr. Zheng in front of him, Fang Heng gritted his teeth, reached for a long knife from the ground, and slashed it towards his neck.

"puff!"

The knife fell,

Heads rolling.

Mr. Zheng's eyes were wide open, staring at the sky, as if he still didn't believe that he was dead until now.

"Father."

Fang Heng gasped, kicked the head off the ground, wiped the sweat on his face and looked at Fang Zheng:

"Fortunately you came in time, otherwise..."

"Your mother is dying."

Fang Zheng opened his mouth and interrupted him:

"Go back with me."

"Uh-huh!"

Hearing this, Fang Heng's face instantly turned pale, his body trembled suddenly, and he didn't know when the long knife in his hand would hit the ground.

…………

The gunpowder smoke in the field has not cleared, and there is a mess in the surrounding area. The rocks have collapsed, and the river has stopped flowing and changed its course.

Huge deep pits appeared in the original plain area.

When Fang Zheng, Fang Heng and others hurried over, what they saw was this scene.

The power of Wuzong and Zhenren can change the shape and terrain of mountains to a certain extent, which is terrifying.

"receive!"

With a low cry, the Ghost King immediately turned into a wisp of smoke and disappeared into the Buddhist shrine.

"Good baby!"

Lingshan, the real monk of Xiaoye Palace, looked at the Buddhist niche in Fang Zheng's hand with a surprised expression:

"This thing is so capable of suppressing ghosts and ghosts that it can even suppress the body of the Ghost King."

"No wonder you can control a ghost king."

The ghost king can enter and exit the netherworld, and is not bound by the power of the five elements. Mountains, rocks, and water flows can escape without hindrance.

The heart and head are not critical, and even if they are torn apart, it will not affect the performance of the strength.

The special physique makes it stronger than ordinary martial arts and real people.

Especially at night, when the strength is enhanced, even Lingshan cannot guarantee victory.

Just now when they surrounded and killed Master Tianzhu, the Ghost King made great achievements again and again.

But these existences are controlled by Fang Zheng.

"It happened by chance." Fang Zheng shook his head and put away the Buddhist altar. Not wanting to explain too much, he changed the subject and asked:

"How is the result?"

"very good."

Qingyuan Princess Li Yingxuan's feet fell in the breeze, with a slight smile on his face:

"Thanks to Brother Fang's help, Master Tianzhu has been brought to justice. I thank Brother Fang on behalf of the people of the two mansions."

"Your Majesty, you're welcome."

Fangzheng lowered his head:

"I still have something to do and need to return to Gu'an County as soon as possible, so I won't bother you any more."

Judging from the remaining auras in the field, in addition to the Lingshan people, there should be another being in the Wuzong realm who took action.

But the other party didn't say anything, and he didn't intend to ask any more questions.

"So anxious..."

Li Yingxuan was stunned for a moment, then he came to his senses, glanced at Fang Heng and nodded:

"Brother Fang needs to go ahead and do some work."

"Um."

Fang Zheng shook his hands and held out the Fengyun Banner, and instantly a storm surged in the field, lifting him and Fang Heng into the sky.

As for everyone else.

Lu Zhi and others escorted him back to the city slowly.

Watching Fang Zheng go away, the smile on Ling Shan's face gradually faded, he looked sideways at Li Yingxuan and said:

"He killed Iron Flute Immortal's beloved disciple."

"yes."

Li Yingxuan gently raised his eyebrows:

"This matter is quite troublesome. I originally planned to recruit Iron Flute Immortal, but now it seems... I'm afraid it won't work."

"Iron Flute Immortal is not an ordinary real person." Lingshan shook his head:

"My master said that there are not many real monks in Jizhou who are expected to take a step closer, and he is one of them."

"This person has outstanding talent and extraordinary understanding. He has cultivated the secret method of the Dragon Gate Sect to an extremely high level."

Li Yingxuan pursed his lips.

How could she not know?

Being able to separate spiritual thoughts and stay in her beloved disciple may seem like an ordinary method, but in fact, even she can't do it.

"That's it!"

Shaking his head, Li Yingxuan looked at the location of Fucheng:

"Go and meet Palace Master Nie for a while first."

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Gu'an County,

Fang Mansion.

"mother!"

Fang Heng knelt down and cried bitterly, clasping his hands on the ground. His fingernails were cracked without even realizing it.

"The child is unfilial!"

"The child is unfilial!"

He never thought that Du Qiaoyun would fall ill in bed because of his sudden rashness.

So many years.

Fang Heng never reassured his mother.

He is an extrovert by nature and always wants to go out and have fun, but he doesn't know how worried his parents are.

When Fang Heng and Fang Ping'an were sent to Fucheng as hostages and one of them could be allowed to come back, Fang Zheng's first thought was of Fang Heng.

It was because he was worried about his character and getting into trouble, so keeping him around would make him easy to discipline and make Du Qiaoyun feel at ease.

result……

"Mom, I don't blame you."

Du Qiaoyun leaned into Fangzheng's arms and shook his head gently:

"Some people can't be stuck in one place, and my children shouldn't stay at home. It's natural for a man to have ambitions in all directions."

"It's because I'm too obsessed, why don't you blame yourself too much."

"Ah……"

She smiled and said:

"Tell me about the girl named Caishu. Mom is very curious."

"mother!"

Fang Heng looked up, tears streaming down his face.

At this time, Du Qiaoyun woke up from the ice, his face was radiant, and he looked full of energy, but in fact he was looking back.

Don’t say Founder,

Even he could feel the aura on Du Qiaoyun's body that was so weak that it could be blown away by a gust of wind.

"Say it!"

Du Qiaoyun smiled and gestured.

"..." Fang Heng opened his mouth:

"yes."

"Caishu is the daughter of the deputy leader of Paijiao. She is a disciple of Master Fang Xiandao Ge Xian. She is about the same age as me..."

He recounted the process of how the two got to know each other.

The two met, got to know each other, and got to know each other. They encountered many dangers together and spent the rest of the month sharing weal and woe...

"Heng'er."

Du Qiaoyun suddenly said:

"Are you going to marry her?"

"This..." Fang Heng paused, his eyes changing back and forth:

"Cai Shu is engaged to someone."

"Does she have feelings for that person? Is she willing to marry you?" Du Qiaoyun sat up slightly and asked:

"If you want to marry, if she wants to marry, don't worry about the marriage contract. Your parents can make the decision for you."

"Master, do you think so?"

"Um."

Fang Zheng nodded:

"According to what you said, the girl who picked Shu did not have a deep relationship with her parents, and she was sent to the mountains to learn skills since she was a child. In this case, she can give up the engagement made by her parents."

"Deputy Leader of the Paijiao Cult..."

"I heard that this person advanced to Wuzong a few years ago, and he is a great person. Fang also wants to get to know this relative."

"Father!"

Fang Heng felt happy, his eyes fell on Du Qiaoyun and then sank, his mind was empty.

"That's it."

Du Qiaoyun smiled and waved:

"You go out. I want to take a rest for my mother. When the girl who picks sweet potatoes comes tomorrow, bring her to see me."

"..." Fang Heng's eyes showed reluctance, he paused and said:

"yes."

Fang Heng exited the room, and Linghu Qiuchan walked in with a tray and carefully put the warm tea aside.

Du Qiaoyun has closed his eyes and rested.

Her time will be less if used a little, so cherish it extremely.

"Shh..."

Fang Zheng spoke softly:

"Let her get some sleep so she will be energetic tomorrow."

"Um."

Linghu Qiuchan nodded and sat down aside.

She looked at Fang Zheng and then at the dying Du Qiaoyun. Her heart felt sour at first, and then she sighed.

Founder has an average appearance.

But as his cultivation increased, his temperament became more and more outstanding, and time seemed to have left no trace on him.

On the contrary, the two women are becoming more and more haggard and old.

Now it’s Sister Qiaoyun…

How long can I hold on?

The second day.

"Succulent picker girl."

Du Qiaoyun's eyes showed tiredness and he spoke slowly:

"Are you willing to marry Heng'er?"

"This..." Caishu looked shy and glanced at Fang Heng beside him, feeling an inexplicable sweetness in his heart.

But in an instant, this sweetness turned into sadness.

Fang Heng's head was lowered, he knelt on the ground, his face was dull, and he was not interested even in the important matter of marriage.

yes.

Her mother is leaving soon.

This time away.

It’s a matter of life and death!

How could you be happy at a time like this?

"Auntie." Caishu bit her lips and knelt down on the ground:

"Cai Shu is willing."

"good!"

"good!"

Du Qiaoyun's eyes lit up, he tremblingly took out a jade bracelet from his body, struggled to get up and gave it to the pickerel:

"My mother has nothing to give you. This thing was given to me by my mother when I got married."

"Now……"

"here you are."

"Thank you, Auntie." Caishu sniffled with the tip of her nose sore, took the jade bracelet, and put it on with Du Qiaoyun's help.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to make it to the wedding." Du Qiaoyun stretched out his withered palm and gently touched the two of them:

"But I am satisfied to see this scene."

"mother!"

Fang Heng could no longer control his tears and knelt down and cried loudly.

"Aunt..." Caishu bit her silver teeth lightly and changed her words:

"mother!"

"Okay, okay!" Du Qiaoyun looked happy when he heard this and cheered repeatedly. His eyes fell on the two of them, full of reluctance.

"alright."

Fang Zheng opened his mouth:

"You guys go out."

Du Qiaoyun insisted that Fang Heng hold Caishu's hand and leave.

Watching the two figures disappear little by little, Du Qiaoyun's reluctance reached its peak.

"Children and grandchildren will have their own blessings."

Fangzheng's figure appeared next to her, his big warm hands wrapped her palms, and a low voice sounded:

"Relax, you have me and Qiu Chan by your side."

Du Qiaoyun turned around, looked at the two of them, and nodded gently with tears in his eyes.

Children make people worry and worry about them, but it is not their children who can really accompany them when they leave this world.

But the two people in front of me!

a long time.

Linghu Qiuchan's eyes turned red and she whispered:

"Sister Qiaoyun is gone."

"Um."

Fang Zheng nodded, his voice hoarse:

"Have a funeral."

He has seen off many people, including parents, uncles, masters, friends, and now his wife.

I'm afraid there will be more in the future.

Gradually, the passionate heart of my youth became dead.

"People have to leave."

"Relax!"

These words seemed to comfort Linghu Qiuchan, and also seemed to comfort herself.

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Du Qiaoyun left.

There was a great mourning in Fang Mansion.

According to the tradition of the Wei Dynasty, the wedding of Fang Heng and Caishu could not be held until a year later.

the other side.

News came from Fucheng.

Palace Master Nie did not respect the court's orders and seemed to be acting rebelliously.

On the pretext of harboring rebellion, he led his troops to besiege Kang Wang's courtyard, and a war broke out in Fucheng. This battle spread widely, causing many casualties among the people in Fucheng, and people's hearts were worried about Nan'an.

thereafter.

Li Yingxuan appeared near Fucheng, and also appeared with her, Lingshan, the real person of Xiaoye Palace, and Ma Lin, the master of East China Sea Martial Arts.

The appearance of the three men shocked Palace Master Nie who was about to make a move.

However, facing Palace Master Nie, who had been running Zhaonan Mansion for decades, the three of them did not act rashly.

After rescuing Li Shu and others, they left in a hurry.

nowadays.

Sanxianzhuang in Jinzhou Prefecture is the only one, while Zhaonan Prefecture is dominated by the Nie family and Li Yingxuan, who has tens of thousands of troops.

The three forces are hostile to each other.

Because of Master Tianzhu's death, now even Wuzong and Zhenren have begun to become cautious.

"The princess will never give up."

Shangguan Duo analyzed:

"Sanxian Village has absorbed many forces from Jinzhou Prefecture. It has many people and plenty of money and food. However, there are many mountains inside. No one will obey anyone. Even if it is a hundred miles of war, we must take care of the emotions of the people below."

“Nowadays, before the internal contradictions can be resolved, Sanxian Village has more than enough to protect itself but not enough to make progress.”

"The Nie family has been in Zhaonan Mansion for decades. The city is almost owned by his family, and no one dares to trespass."

"But Princess Qingyuan..."

He said in a deep voice:

"With tens of thousands of people and horses, just eating and drinking every day is a terrifying figure. It can be supported in a short period of time. If there is no stable foundation over time, people's hearts will definitely be unstable and it will easily lead to unrest."

"so……"

"I believe that the princess will definitely take action first!"

"However, we should not attack Sanxian Village and Nie family first, but attack small forces in various places."

"When you are strong enough, then you can bite the hard bones."

"certainly!"

Shangguan Duo raised his head and said:

"During this period, Sanxian Village and the Nie family will not be idle, let alone sit back and watch Princess Qingyuan grow."

"I'm afraid it will also start to absorb scattered forces from various places."

Fang Zheng nodded.

It's like playing the snake game, except that there are three big enough snakes in captivity in the two mansions.

The other small snakes are the three big snakes who devoured a huge amount of food.

When he is full and strong enough, he will start to attack the other two big snakes.

"My lord."

Yang Meng handed over:

"It is difficult to deliver square porcelain, the sales of Yunwei cloth are also limited, and there is not much food in our warehouse."

"How long can it last?" Fang Zheng asked.

"Half a year!" Yang Meng replied:

"If you include the nearby harvests, it should be enough to last for a year."

"enough."

Fangzheng lowered his head:

"We can afford to wait for one year, but they may not be able to wait."

The war not only affected people, but also food and supplies. Jizhou was suffering from years of war and natural disasters and a serious shortage of food reserves.

Everyone is short of food!

Especially now, when all industries are ruined, food is in hot demand.

"Only during the war do we realize the importance of food. No matter how good the porcelain and cloth are, they can't stop hunger."

"Cloth..."

Fang Zheng's heart moved as he thought of the animal skin he got from Cao Zhong, the jumping dragon.

Good luck here!

After searching for information many times, he finally confirmed that the animal skin actually came from the ancient exotic beast Si.

Si was in the east of Shun's burial, south of the Xiangshui River.

It looks like an ox, black and has one horn.

This is recorded in ancient books. This beast is extremely powerful and its fur is an excellent material for making talismans.

Talisman!

Since he advanced to Wuzong, Fang Zheng has been worried that he does not have powerful means to deal with the same masters.

This time I had an idea.

"Fang possesses three divine thunder spells. If he can refine them into spiritual talismans, he can easily kill real people."

As for the talisman...

When Fang Zheng first came into contact with magic, he started with talismans, and with the inheritance in Jiu Yuanzi's memory, he was quite proficient.

However, it turns out that his thinking was too simple. Even with the right materials, it is not easy to draw the divine thunder into a divine rune.

Half a month.

After spending most of his time and energy, he only drew three talismans.

And it’s the same thunder method.

Shangqing Big Hole Thunder!

at the same time.

Li Yingxuan, the princess of Qingyuan County, came to visit and invited Fang Zheng to discuss the capture of Zhaonan Mansion.