I live forever by seeking good fortune and avoiding disaster.

Fang Yang walked out of the hut, stepped on the long bluestone steps, and moved forward.

Beside him, the white-feathered eagle gently flapped its wings and followed closely.

As soon as he stepped into the street, Fang Yang realized that something was wrong.

Because at this time, the street should not be the peak period of traffic, but the trough period of traffic.

The dawn broke through the clouds and mist, and cast a ray of gentle light.

Then this ray of light was cut into pieces by the staggered old tree leaves, and scattered on a tent.

The tent was hung with a flag with a meat bun totem.

"Sir, is it still the same?" A big man wearing a stoker's black cloth was respectfully asking Fang Yang.

"Yeah." Fang Yang nodded calmly.

Immediately, he sat at the table at the southernmost end.

This tent was built by a small tribe to provide breakfast, and it was quite popular.

At the same time, this was also an intelligence station for Fang Yang to understand the war on the front line.

Perhaps because there were more people getting up early today, the business here was busier than before, which forced the stoker's little daughter, a five-year-old girl, to help with the work.

"Ah..." The little girl fell to the ground and cried in pain.

The big bowl of broth she was holding carefully with both hands just happened to spill in front of Fang Yang, and even her head hit Fang Yang's boots, looking very embarrassed.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, sir." The stoker hurried over, his face as pale as paper, and knelt on the spot, pulling the little girl's head to kowtow.

The little girl was so scared that she burst into tears, but she didn't dare to cry out loud.

The other diners saw it, their expressions were indifferent, and their eyes gradually turned away.

"You can't even do this little thing, and you're still crying!" The stoker was shocked and angry, and raised his big hand high, ready to slap him hard to ask for Fang Yang's forgiveness.

However, his big hand was still in the air when he was caught by Fang Yang and couldn't move.

"Okay, it's just a small mistake. Hurry up and make me another serving of broth." Fang Yang said softly.

Immediately, Fang Yang pulled the little girl up and motioned her to go to the back.

The little girl stopped crying and returned to the back in a daze.

But on the way, she looked back at Fang Yang from time to time, and felt that this big brother seemed to be different from other guests, and seemed a little... gentle?

"Thank you for your forgiveness, thank you for your forgiveness!" The fireman couldn't help but kowtow again to thank him.

Not long after, a bowl of fragrant broth was finally served.

Fang Yang began to eat breakfast, everything was as usual, in an orderly manner.

As the saying goes: When a person has a higher mountain in his heart that he wants to climb, he will not care about the mud under his feet.

Except for the road to immortality that cannot be compromised, Fang Yang doesn't care about anything else.

So, whether it is cold and arrogant or gentle and considerate, it is actually just a mask of Fang Yang's attitude.

He uses whichever one is more useful.

Most of the time, his status and position determined that he maintained a cold and arrogant face, and benefited the most!

But the longer the attitude mask was worn, the harder it was to take off.

"The battle merit list has changed again, and Fang Hao has reached the top 20. It's a pity that he was still suppressed by Zhang Duo. Tsk, the battle between Fang and Zhang~"

"I didn't expect that after the Qingkong Daozhong split up, they didn't attack us here, but attacked the Cangmu Banner instead."

"I didn't drink enough yesterday, it was too boring."

"It's worthy of being a Daozhong, it's really bold, and it dares to split up like this!"

"The Cold Dragon Banner was frustrated, and the Cangmu Banner was also attacked. I think our Zhulei Banner will also start a war."

"It tastes tasteless, give me more tea cakes, do you hear me!"

"It feels that the fight between Daozhong is getting closer and closer."

"..."

In the tent, diners were communicating.

The content of their communication was extremely confusing and cumbersome, and Fang Yang needed to identify it by himself.

But fortunately, what they said today was almost the same, basically talking about the changes in the battle situation.

The Cangmu Banner was involved in the war, and the Zhulei Banner was rushing to help.

Fang Yang, who was at the southernmost end, had a thoughtful look in his eyes, and could not help but immerse his mind in the gifted light ball of [Seeking Good Fortune and Avoiding Evil].

Now, the war situation is complicated and full of crises, but he really jumped out of the storm and did not get involved in the chaos. Here, it corresponds to half of the best fortune.

After arriving at the Zhulei Banner, the opportunity he got at the [Young Dragon Tea Party] corresponds to the other half of the best fortune.

As for the middle and bad fortunes, they can also be verified in this way.

It matches, all of them match!

"It seems that this [Young Dragon Tea Party] is just an excuse for Sen Wei to call back Sen Hui."

"And I can successfully come to the Zhulei Banner from the Cangmu Banner and stay away from the vortex of war, which is also based on this."

At this moment, Fang Yang's heart was like a mirror, and he connected everything one by one.

I just don't know what the situation is like on my second uncle's side, I hope everything is safe.

Suddenly, Fang Yang's ears moved slightly, and he looked up and looked outside the tent.

Outside the tent, Sen Hui walked slowly with Qing Que'er.

Sen Hui's arrival attracted almost everyone's attention.

Not only because of her stunning appearance, but also because of her high status.

"Fang Yang, the war broke out further. My sister said that the [Young Dragon Tea Party] will be temporarily suspended. You don't have to go to Qinglian Palace anymore." Sen Hui sat down on the opposite side of Fang Yang's table without hesitation.

Her extremely relaxed attitude attracted a little light in Qing Que'er's eyes.

"...So you came here just to tell me this?" Fang Yang was surprised.

"That's not the case. I just told you about this incident. I came here this time to remind you not to forget to hone your skills as an alchemist."

"I didn't forget."

"Well, starting today, I will do my best to fulfill Senior Fang's request and keep you from being lazy."

"You want to control me?"

"What do you mean by control? Senior Fang asked me seriously, and you agreed at that time!"

"Hehe, do you know what my second uncle is like now?"

"Senior Fang is the famous 'Medicine Fox'. Of course he is fine. He is now working with the people of the Ten Thousand Birds Tribe."

The atmosphere of the communication between Fang Yang and Sen Hui was slightly relaxed, which surprised Qing Que'er who was standing beside him.

In Qing Que'er's impression, the second lady Sen Hui's temperament was not so lively.

So, your judgment was correct, and the second lady was secretly in love with Fang Yang?

On the other side.

Sen Hui discovered a strange thing, that is, a little girl kept looking at Fang Yang.

It was at this time that the very perceptive Qingqueer came up and whispered about the origin of Fang Yang and the little girl.

"Is that so?" After listening to this, Senhui's eyes sparkled, and there was a different emotion in her heart.

She seemed to have discovered another unknown side of Fang Yang, which greatly satisfied her voyeurism. She knew that Fang Yang was not bad by nature!

...

Because the Cangmu Banner was involved in the war, and the Fang family was relatively weak in the Zhulei Banner.

Based on various considerations, Fang Yang decided to lie dormant for the time being and farm steadily.

That is, he would temporarily follow Senhui's pace and study the skills of the alchemist with her.

Flying high with the wind is also an indispensable means that the eagle needs to master!

Night.

The silver moon hangs in the sky, and the bright and clear light falls.

The Qinglian Palace, the green lotus in the pool, is quiet and distant, this is a scene of peace and tranquility.

"The five notes of Gong, Shang, Jiao, Zheng and Yu belong to the five elements of gold, wood, water, fire and earth. They can communicate the five emotions of joy, anger, worry, thought and fear, and can move the five internal organs of the heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys..."

In the pavilion in the pond, Sen Hui's voice was as clear and pleasant as a spring hitting a stone.

She was telling Fang Yang the secret of music and medical skills.

What followed was the melodious sound of the piano, which was better than fairy music. It flowed out under Sen Hui's white jade fingers, extremely peaceful and holy.

The moonlight fell on her, making her bright and pretty face more charming and adding a bit of fragrance. Her fair skin looked more crystal clear and warm. She was like a fairy descending, sacred and pure.

Fang Yang on the opposite side looked at this from a distance, and his heartstrings trembled suddenly.

Fang Yang found that he had underestimated Sen Hui!