All Are Doomed

The way time advances really makes Ye Qian feel very weird.

One night, according to Ye Qian's induction, it only takes a quarter of an hour to pass, half a year, it still only takes a quarter of an hour, but during this quarter of an hour, what Ye Qian experienced to the parasitic host boy Fang Jibo vividly.

Ye Qian didn't know whether this miraculous effect was transmitted to his mind by the active control of the powerful Fang Jibo, or it was a function of the nihilistic Soul Dao technique.

If it's the latter, Ye Qian feels that he still has a chance to get out, but if it's the former, it's really a gutter.

My own memory and mind let others come in and out, it's easier than taking a bus, and there's still a fucking hope.

In this quarter of an hour, Ye Qian had a sense of identity with Fang Jibo, the young man who has been in the past half a year. He felt that he was indeed a seed who asked for immortality, and his talent and aptitude were quite good. The fight, of course, is also related to the careful teaching of Er Yuehong, an elder from the outer sect of the Feixian Sect.

Ye Qian followed the young Fang Jibo to accept the orthodox disciple education of the Feixian Sect. In fact, compared with the young Fang Jibo, Ye Qian gained more and more precious. Both Yae and Ninth Layer of Dao Peeping Realm have some understanding.

Even, Ye Qian knew for the first time that the Ninth Layer of Peeping Dao Realm is called Asking Realm.

In the Immortal League, the eighth level of Dao Peeping Realm is already top-level combat power, such as the powerhouses of the ninth level of Peeping Dao Realm or the Asking Realm, the internal resources of the Immortal League can no longer meet their cultivation needs, most of them are not in the sub-world, but Travel around the heavens and worlds to take risks, and use the resources of other worlds to increase the merits of your own path.

Among the eight top powers of the Immortal League, even many powers who can see the eighth level of the Dao Realm will rely on foreign objects to venture to the heavens and ten thousand worlds. The true willingness of the people—most of them are outside, and those who stay at home are responsible for guarding the ancestral land of the mountain gate, so there is no leisure to fight among themselves.

Of course, there are some other anecdotes, but Ye Qian only listens for fun.

More importantly, Ye Qian discovered a pattern in this quarter of an hour, which is like half a year, the time will be relatively slow for the things or speech conversations that the young Fang Jibo cares about, and some less important things, such as rest time, are almost seamless Skip, flash cut.

Time stopped again after the young Fang Jibo bid farewell to his master, Er Yue, and returned to Fang's family to enter the ancestral secret realm to find the life-prolonging treasure Jiuqiao Ganoderma lucidum.

In the small town, the Fang family is the second largest force next to the mayor's family. In this small town, it is really a big force. Even if the mayor sees it, he must treat the Fang family with respect. people.

Well, even Ye Qian thinks this statement is a bit funny. There are two top powers in a small town, and they don’t even have a cultivator who can see the Tao. The real master is the outside elder of the Feixian Sect, Er Yue Hong.

Of course, from Ye Qian's point of view, Er Yuehong's strength is just that, at most he can take two blows from him, no more.

As the eldest son of the Fang family and Er Yuehong's direct disciple, the young Fang Jibo's status in the Fang family should undoubtedly be second only to the head of the family, Fang Laifu. This is all due to his father's status.

But in fact, Fang Jibo's situation in the family is not very good. In the past, Fang Jibo didn't know why. Before he was twelve years old, except for his father, other people of the tribe always looked at him coldly. Fang Jibo could even sense their sympathy. Disdain, contempt!

Fang Jibo has been working hard, practicing hard, and studying hard. When the other children had already fallen asleep, he was still waving the long sword in his hand again and again; while the other children were still asleep, he had already started to meditate and practice, sleeping less than two hours a day, when he was only three age.

He thought that his efforts would win the respect and praise of the tribe. But the reality is always cruel, no matter how hard he works and how hard he cultivates, no one will praise him or encourage him except his father.

Every breakthrough will always return the same coldness, and the fleeting sneer in the eyes.

In this way, at the age of twelve, Fang Jibo couldn't bear to kill his brother. The whole Fang family gathered in the ancestral temple to witness that the head of the family, Fang Laifu, kicked out the eldest son Fang Jibo from the house, and removed the name from the family tree.

When the young Fang Jibo reappeared outside the Fang family's old house after three and a half years, the hopeless scene from the past resurfaced in his mind. Ye Qian, who lived on Fang Jibo's body, could clearly recall the scene at that time.

None of the clansman pleaded for Fang Jibo, none of them had a smile in their eyes, they were still so cold, so disdainful, not even a voice of sarcasm, the freezing cold made Fang Jibo instantly fall into despair.

The young Fang Jibo looked at his father Fang Laifu helplessly, and all he got was a heavy sigh and a cold declaration, "Today, three years later, I will let your fellow brother take your life!"

A simple sentence became the last straw that crushed the young Fang Jibo. Tears flowed out uncontrollably at that time. The ancestral temple.

From then on, Fang Jibo had no home, rested on a tree when he was sleepy, killed wild animals and ate them alive when he was hungry, and received training from his master who only heard his voice but never saw him, month after month, until half a year ago, three years ago. At the end of the period, he defeated his brother Fang Jilang and officially became a disciple of Master Er Yuehong.

The young Fang Jibo looked sadly at the unfamiliar but familiar door, and the past resurfaced vividly. After a long time, Fang Jibo realized that his eyes were a little blurred, he smiled self-deprecatingly, and strode across the surprisingly high threshold of the Fang family.

"Hello, Eldest Young Master, the master is waiting for you in the study!" The old man guarding the gate respectfully saluted the eldest son of the Fang family who hadn't appeared for more than three years. It has long been rumored in the mansion that this eldest son has become a disciple of a great man and has already leaped into the dragon's gate , is different from them mortals.

The young Fang Jibo smiled warmly at the gatekeeper, nodded, and said nothing. He has been practicing the Feixian Sect's introductory skills for half a year, and he has officially become an immortal cultivator. Stone's smile was no different.

The young Fang Jibo walked through the hall, through the corridor, and came to his father Fang Jibo's study, knocked three times, and then stood by the door and waited.

"Come in." Fang Laifuna's unique honest voice rang in his ears.

"I have met my lord father!" Walking into the study, the young Fang Jibo saluted the middle-aged Fang Laifu in front of the red sandalwood desk.

Everything seems to be the same as it was three and a half years ago, and Fang Jibo didn't call Fang Laifu the head of the family like he did half a year ago, but the parasitic Ye Qian can clearly feel the resentment hidden deep in the heart of the young Fang Jibo.

"Get up!" Fang Laifu sighed softly, looking carefully at the eldest son who hadn't seen him for half a year, his appearance didn't change much, each of them grew quite a bit taller, very familiar yet very strange, strange temperament, strange eyes.

Fang Jibo silently watched his father, whom he had not seen for many years, nothing had changed, the same appearance, the same majesty, and the same relative silence.

"How have you been in the past six months?" Fang Laifu couldn't stand the atmosphere, so he asked out of words.

In fact, not to mention the six months, even the three years when Fang Jibo was expelled, Fang Laifu knew every move. Fang Jibo has never been without the protection of two killers. Even after he learned from the powerful practitioner of Feixian Sect, the two killers have never left Fang Jibo. Information about him will be sent back at least once a day.

"Very good..." Fang Jibo replied dryly. He really couldn't say anything else. Although the master smiled all day long and looked harmless to humans and animals, how could he, as an apprentice, not know that the master is strict in teaching disciples? posture?

In the past six months, not a single day has never been easy. Of course, Fang Jibo himself also complained while enjoying it.

When he really couldn't find how to describe how good he was, Fang Jibo didn't think about it, and answered very stupidly: "It's better than being at home!"

Realizing that he was stupid, Fang Jibo quickly shut up.

Fang Laifu heard that, although his expression didn't change, his chest heaved obviously, and he opened his mouth silently, unable to utter a word.

The study fell into silence again!

After a long time, Fang Laifu waved his hand feebly, "Let's go back to tidy up the room first! I will talk about entering the secret realm at the Ancestral Temple gathering in the afternoon."

"Yes!" Fang Jibo heaved a sigh of relief after walking a long way from the study after saluting.

Aware of the curiosity of the servants and the still gaze of the 'family', Fang Jibo smiled indifferently, and walked in the maze-like Fang family's ancestral house like a tourist. As Er Yuehong said, there is a protective formation under the ancestral house, but unfortunately it has been abandoned and incomplete for many years, unless there is an eighth-rank formation master, it cannot be repaired at all.

Fang Jibo's footsteps became slower and slower as he approached Wuqinju, his residence, and finally stopped.

Looking up at the plaque in the pavilion, Fang Jibo carefully chewed the word "No Qin" on the plaque, feeling bitter in his heart.

I remember the first time he asked his father why his family ignored him and didn't like him. His father just told him that as long as he worked hard, he could get their love and praise. If he couldn't get it, it was because he didn't work hard enough. This plaque was also inscribed by his father at that time.

hehe! It turned out that my father knew the ending at that time, and everything was doomed!

Those who have no piano are ruthless, what a simple truth! But he didn't find out until today!

Born in a family of killers, family affection is an extremely luxurious thing.

Fang Jibo shook his head and sighed. He has been a little abnormal since he stepped into the house. What's the use of recalling those old things!

Those mortals will one day become dead bones in the tomb, and he, Fang Jibo, is destined to go farther and farther on the immortal road. Although he has the same blood, he is now a person from two worlds. It's so important, it's better to forget...