The Monk

Chapter 375 Thank me for what I did

Zhang was afraid that Fang Jian couldn't bear to see his fellow disciples bleed, so he asked Lang Wuyi: "Can you know right from wrong and distinguish right from wrong?"

Lang Wuyi sneered again and again: "No matter how ignorant I am of right and wrong, I still know that anyone who deceives his master and destroys his ancestors can be killed!"

Zhang Tianfang said angrily: "Which master did he bully and destroy which ancestor? If you fart randomly again, I will cleanse the whole family with blood. I will let you know what a river of blood is."

Zhang Ai also said with a sneer: "Many of you intercepted Fang Jian when he left the Qingmen. He defeated more than twenty masters in a row with a broken sword, but did not hurt anyone. Then he abandoned the sword and ran away; you also went to find him. , I must know very well why I let him come back; they are obviously a group of selfish bastards who are always interested in taking advantage of others, but they pretend to be upright, doubt and slander others, don't you blush? "

Lang Wuyi opened his mouth to argue, but Zhang Awei snatched him up and continued: "You tell us about right and wrong, justice. Three Nascent Soul monks in your sect killed tens of thousands of people for a few Jiao Dan. Why don't you talk about it? Discuss? We are here to kill those two bastards. As for you? You don’t know what is right and what is wrong, and you don’t have enough practice." He said with great disdain, this guy is not even qualified to do it.

Lang Wuyi was ridiculed and belittled, and became furious and shouted: "Come out, come out."

Zhang Tianfang also pretended to be arrogant and said disdainfully: "Let's talk about it before we can enter the formation, don't just shout randomly."

Fang Jian's face was always pale and his teeth were clenched. He pulled Zhang Tianfang down to prevent him from speaking. He was quite a big man, but he looked a little pitiful. When he was nine years old in the Qing Dynasty, he established the foundation of fasting and refused to eat. Not to mention the delicacies in the world, he did not eat much even normal meals. , bursting out of the door in high spirits. Speaking of which, the Qing sect was not targeting him, nor did he hate the Qing sect. What he hated was the bastards in the sect who bullied him, and what he hated was that the elders of the sect watched him being bullied and did not help him. As for Lang Wuyi, I had never seen him during the house clearance, so he had no hatred at all, so he didn't want Zhang Tianfang to say excessive words to provoke and humiliate him.

Wolf Wuyi was provoked, and he rushed towards the Great Five Elements Illusion Formation with his sword drawn. However, this formation was the famous spell of Shiwandashan Zuoshi. How could he easily break through it? Just as he arrived in front of the formation, a soft halo of light blocked his way. The sword could pass through, but no one could enter.

Zhang Tianfang laughed even louder: "Hey, hey, what a great master." He wanted to say more, but was pulled back by Fu Kong.

Fang Jian was wearing green clothes, standing tall and elegant, with a pained expression on his face, and said in a low voice: "Uncle, come back."

Lang Wuyi sheathed his sword and said sarcastically: "I dare not take it. How dare I be your uncle? Don't forget where your cultivation comes from, and don't be an ungrateful villain." He stopped talking and lowered his voice. He advised: "We still have to discuss our return at this time. I will protect you with my life and property, otherwise..."

"Otherwise, what else? Fang Jian, if you dare to go back, we will break off our friendship!" Zhang Tianfang screamed, and even Fu Kong couldn't control his desire to speak.

Fang Jian slowly shook his head and said softly: "When I was nine years old, I established my foundation. I practiced introductory skills. When I was nineteen years old, I broke out and used introductory swordsmanship. I only learned these two spells in the 19th year of the Qing Dynasty. But no one taught me. It was the booklet I received from the disciples hall. They were kind to me. They gave me clothes, food, shelter, and exercises. But besides that, what else did I have? Is there a day when I wasn’t laughed at? When I was little, I thought I was too stupid and too slow to learn, so I deserved to be bullied and humiliated. I didn’t dare to complain, so I stayed at home and worked harder, but they would beat me. When he came to my door and continued to bully me, where was my uncle at that time?"

Looking down at the green clothes on his body, he flashed his green magic sword and continued to say to Lang Wuyi: "One sword and one clothes are the best things I have ever gotten in my life. They were specially refined for me." Turning to Zhang Afraid of bowing: "Thank you."

Zhang Weijing was startled and waved his hands hurriedly: "What nonsense are you talking about? Don't scare me." He had given Fang Jianting many things, such as tents, magic tools, etc., but these clothes and swords were from when they first met. The girls and Zhang Tianfang had the refined ones at that time, but he didn't care, and Fang Jian remembered it to this day.

Fang Jian showed the green sword, and then showed thirty-six silver magic swords, fire snake whips and other objects: "These magic weapons are more powerful than the green sword, but my favorite is the green sword. I don't take it out easily, just Afraid of damage." He turned back to Lang Wuyi and said, "What do I have in Qingmen? I have worn six commoners in 19 years, and the only sword I have is a defective one that was thrown away by others. I haven't had it since I was nine years old. I have eaten everything from Qingmen and worked non-stop all day long. The clothes and food you gave me should have been paid off." He put away the various magic weapons and took out an advanced pill: "If you haven't paid back yet. , this pill can definitely be used." As he spoke, he threw it towards Lang Wuyi.

The advanced elixirs used to advance to the top level during the elixir-formation stage are the remaining ones when Fang gradually reaches the next level. With a flick of his finger, the white pill flew out with a halo. Lang Wuyi hurriedly caught it and looked at it again and again. There was no doubt that it was an advanced pill. It was exactly what he needed most for his cultivation, but should he hand it over? Hesitating for a moment, he looked up and saw Fang Jian's indifferent expression. The advanced pill, this was an advanced pill, but he threw it away casually.

Fang Jian said again: "Uncle, please go back." His expression returned to normal, and he looked at Lang Wuyi calmly.

Ten miles away in Qingmen Town, seven people flew out with a huff, led by the leader of the Qingmen Sect, Qing Wuyou. When he saw Lang Wuyi standing peacefully, he felt reassured and shouted: "Junior Brother Lang, come back soon."

He took the people to fly and stopped inside and outside. He was wondering what kind of formation Zhang was afraid of? Why is the spiritual energy rich and fragrant, somewhat like a panacea?

When Lang Wuyi heard the cry of the Qingmen Sect Master, he turned around and flew back, revealing the advanced pill in his palm. Seeing this, Qing Wuyou hurriedly asked: "Advanced Pill? Where did you get it?"

Lang Wuyi smiled bitterly. He was so angry that he wanted to fight for his life, but he got a pill by mistake. He sighed and said, "Fang Jian gave it to me."

"Fang Jian? Where did he get it? Just gave it to you?" Qing Wuyou asked suspiciously.

Since Fang gradually rebelled against the sect, his name has spread throughout the Qing sect and everyone knows it. You must know that just by relying on the basic mental skills and basic swordsmanship, he can cultivate to the realm of pill formation and defeat more than 20 masters and retreat. Such a genius, How could the leader of the Qing Sect not know about it, how could he not pay attention to it? It's just that his attention came a little late.

"I don't know." Lang Wuyi said calmly, while handing over the advancement pill.

Qing Wuyou's expression changed slightly, and he made a decision in a blink of an eye: "Junior brother, please stay. You have been in the high level of Dan Jie for more than a hundred years. I hope you can use it to improve your cultivation and strengthen my Qing sect's strength." Come with him. The six of them were also high-level pill-forming practitioners. When they saw the advanced pills, their eyes lit up and they all wanted to take it for themselves. How to distribute one pill to so many people was a troublesome thing, so they might as well just give the favor away.

Lang Wuyi's face was filled with joy, and he bowed and said, "Thank you very much, Senior Brother."

Qing Wuyou looked calm and shook his head gently and said, "I didn't give you the medicine. Why are you thanking me?"