Chapter 709 One Donkey, One Coop and One Gourd

Under Fang Xing's strong request, Ying Qiaoqiao still blushed and took off the amulet on Fang Xing's body, and then sat on the edge of the couch with a red face, while Fang Xing moved his arms and legs. Smiling, he came closer to her, his eyes were sparkling, and he pursed his lips lustfully and kissed Ying Qiaoqiao, but Ying Qiaoqiao was so frightened that her beauty turned pale, and she didn't know whether to hide or not. It was time to hide. He was obviously a master of golden elixirs, but with his hands stretched out, he couldn't stop Fang Xing from putting his mouth on his face...

The warm breath made his cheeks feel as hot as a branding iron, making Ying Qiaoqiao's heart feel like a rabbit, and she felt a little dizzy.

"That's it..."

Gritting her teeth gently, Ying Qiaoqiao felt a little confused and made a decision secretly.

However, the expected scene did not happen. When the mouth kissed her face, Ying Qiaoqiao froze.

A purple gold talisman was attached to her forehead.

This is a kind of semi-god-level talisman seal, and even Ying Qiaoqiao's cultivation in the golden elixir realm cannot be cracked for a while.

Fang Xing, on the other hand, stood in front of her with his arms folded and a smile on his face, saying: "Master, I don't have much ability left now, but I still have some treasures. You stinky girl actually wants to force a good girl into prostitution? In China?" You didn't learn well..."

As he spoke, he pressed Ying Qiaoqiao's head firmly and scolded her.

This purple gold talisman was much stronger than the one that had just immobilized Fang Xing and the talisman. Ying Qiaoqiao couldn't even speak. She just looked at Fang Xing with her eyes straight, with tears in her eyes. , his face was filled with sadness and pity.

Fang Xing was a little embarrassed, thought about it, and pinched Ying Qiaoqiao's face with a smile. He felt it was smooth and touching, so he pinched it again, and then said with a smile: "Don't pretend to be so pitiful, useless." It’s me who married Daoji, not you, and I don’t need you to pity me. A dignified Jindan monk abandoned his spiritual path to marry me. Are you stupid?”

"Ha ha……"

With a long laugh, he strode out. Before going out, he rubbed two fingers together. He felt smooth and smooth, but he was also a little excited in his heart. He muttered: "A mortal is teasing Jindan Daxiu? Suddenly I feel that I am quite powerful. Well……"

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"Damn fat man, get out of here!"

When they arrived in the courtyard, Fang Xing cursed loudly, but Yu Sanliang, who was sitting alone in the flower hall drinking a glass of wedding wine, was surprised to poke his head out to take a look. Fang Xing also got angry when he saw him, rushed up and kicked him. He beat me randomly and cursed: "You damn fat man is a promising man. How dare you force me to escort me to the court? Fortunately, she is a beauty. Otherwise, I would have lost a lot of money, sir?"

Yu Sanliang, with his level of cultivation, did not dare to fight back, for fear of accidentally beating the bandit to death. At any rate, Fang Xing's fists did not pose any threat to him. He smiled bitterly while standing next to him: "Don't you go in?" Bridal room, what are you doing here?"

"Return to the bridal chamber, your bridal chamber, uncle, do you really think those people who are looking for me are fools? If it weren't for the blood lotus the eldest lady gave me to change my breath, I would have been pushed out by others, and now this little princess of the Bohai Kingdom Do you think those people can't see that you have cut off your cultivation path and suddenly retreated to a poor place like Bohai Country? I think you have been a young sect leader for so many years in vain, and you are still such a pig-headed person. Don't run away, come here and let me kick you a few more times, damn... you run pretty fast..."

After chasing for a long time, I finally understood Yu Sanliang's scolding. After pondering for a moment, he said seriously: "Junior Brother Fang, without your advice back then, I, Yu Sanliang, would still be just a useless Taoist boy from Qingyun Sect. , may have died in the struggle among the sects. I have always kept this kindness in my heart. You don’t have to worry about those enemies. I have always been careful in doing things and did not reveal the slightest bit of news. If you are worried, I can help you and your family elsewhere. Junior sister Ying arranges a safe secluded house and will definitely protect it..."

"Hidden yourself, uncle!"

Fang Xing was angry again, so he went up and kicked Yu Sanliang. Yu Sanliang didn't change his expression, his heart didn't beat, and he didn't seem to take it seriously. Fang Xing was so tired that he panted for a while before saying: " Stop talking about your uncle, do you really think that I owe you? Why did you give up your great future to live in seclusion with a useless person like me? Haha, you may not regret it in three or two years, you may not regret it in ten or eight years, but in three years What about ten to fifty years? What about a hundred years from now? I will be in the grave by then, but they will still look like this!"

Having said this, I felt a little tired, so I sat down, picked up the wine bottle and poured half of it into my mouth.

Yu Sanliang didn't know what to say, and she frowned, looking at him with worry and pity.

"Come on, I also know that you are afraid that I will die drunk in the brothel, but there is no need for this!" Fang Xing waved his hand lazily: "In fact, I have been here for nearly three years, and I am tired of it. It’s time to go out for a walk!”

"Junior Brother Fang, you are not well yet, but you must..."

Yu Sanliang was shocked and subconsciously wanted to stop him.

"My health will never get better!"

Fang Xing smiled indifferently and said, "Staying here all the time, what's the difference between staying here and going to jail?"

Yu Sanliang didn't know what to say, but he still didn't want Fang Xing to leave. The world was dangerous, and Fang Xing had no cultivation now. He really didn't feel comfortable letting him go out for a walk, so he said something to accompany him. He said something like relaxing, but was rejected by Fang Xing. After finishing the bottle of wine, Fang Xing put down the cup and stood up, smiling: "You have to go, otherwise she should break free!"

Yu Sanliang was embarrassed, not knowing whether to stop him or not, so he could only pack his luggage as he said.

Fang Xing cupped his fists towards Yu Sanliang, and then slowly walked into the darkness.

A green donkey, a coir raincoat, and a wine gourd were all the luggage that Fang Xing wanted. He slowly leaned on the donkey and walked out along the gravel path in Siren City. Behind him, someone looked at him. , Ahead, the sky was full of stars. There were so many interesting things in this world. Fang Xingxiang saw this world again, with a smile on his lips and a happy mood.

"Stop following me, and don't come looking for me. If you can see me again one day, I will be even more majestic than before!"

He took a swig of wine and drank towards the back.

In the void behind, Yu Sanliang, who had followed quietly, stood on the same spot, sighing, his heart blowing like the wind.

Not far away, on top of the city, Ying Qiaoqiao, who was wearing a red wedding dress, stared at his back with tears on her face.

I left Bohai Country and hit the road again. I didn’t know where my destination was, but I felt good on the road.

Slowly and calmly, he rode a green donkey and wandered into Chu Territory. He had a drink in a small wine shop at the foot of Qingyun Sect Mountain, and watched the Qingyun Sect disciples dressed in green clothes chatting and laughing elegantly outside the wine shop. , flew past the sky outside the wine shop, and when he was about to leave, he even suddenly saw a group of disciples with strong cultivation within the Qingyun Sect flying out of the mountain, controlling magical weapons, and flying away in the air. , but I saw many acquaintances inside, including Qin Xing'er, the woman who liked to wear apricot-yellow clothes, Junzi Pi, a student of Shuwen Valley, Feng Qingwei, who had had many conflicts back then, Wu Tongtong, a down-to-earth person, and others. flyby.

"They haven't changed at all..."

Fang Xing smiled bitterly, drank the last glass of wine, climbed onto the green donkey, and walked slowly up the mountain road.

"The man riding the donkey looks familiar!"

In the air, Qin Xing'er, a true disciple of the Qingyun Sect, looked at Fang Xing's back and said with a frown.

"Yes...it looks familiar..."

Liu Heihu, another true disciple next to him, frowned and took over the words. He looked at it carefully for a long time as if he was very serious, but suddenly laughed and said: "Junior sister, look at his crooked look, does he look like the one I saw a few days ago?" Injured big black dog?”

"laugh……"

Qin Xing'er laughed out loud, rolled her eyes at Liu Heihu, and spat: "You are always out of shape!"

"There are rumors in the Qingyun Sect that the less capable you are, the worse it will be!"

Liu Heihu laughed and turned around to greet his disciples: "Brothers, hurry up and set off, time is running out!"

A group of disciples roared away, while Fangxing rode a donkey slowly below.

After leaving the realm of Qingyun Sect, he wandered slowly again and came to the Xuanyu area where the mysterious coffin landed. He saw that this Xuanyu area, which was once full of opportunities, had dimmed its spiritual light and its precious light was shattered. However, there were still many monks there. Wandering around this area, hoping to encounter some kind of immortal fate, Fang Xing sat there for two days at the place where he once killed Huangfu Daozi, and then turned around and left.

It was another long journey. The green donkey walked leisurely. Fang Xing was not in a hurry. Three or five years later, he slowly arrived at the Daxue Mountain area. Now the Daxue Mountain has been closed. As the Five Saints, he once taught here. As a disciple, and the cemetery of the Four Saints, ordinary people were not allowed to enter, and Fang Xing could only wander around the Snowy Mountains for a few days. On this day, the donkey was tired and stood there refusing to move. After drinking all the wine, Fang Xing had no choice but to get down and lead the donkey into a farmhouse.

"Is anyone here? Passing customers are asking for some water!"

Fang Xing stood at the door and called out, but he saw a plain-clothed peasant woman with a flower headband on her head opened the door curtain and walked out.

"Go and get the water yourself from the well. There is a bucket next to it!"

The woman was holding a wooden basin for washing rice and pointed to the southwest corner of the yard.

Fang Xing was suddenly stunned. He didn't move for a while, but just stared at the woman blankly.

"Is there anything else, guest?"

The peasant woman raised her head and glanced at Fang Xing with some displeasure.

Fang Xing suddenly laughed and said, "Do you have any money? I'll rob you by the way!"

The peasant woman was slightly startled. She raised her head and looked at Fang Xing carefully for a while. Her eyes seemed a little shocked and a little surprised. After a long time, she relaxed, smiled, turned around and opened the door curtain, and said with a soft smile: "Silver is No, but I am preparing to cook, and there is a pot of bad wine. If you don’t dislike the small room and the poor food at home, let’s stay and have a meal together!”