Chapter 177: Twisted Revenge

Du Fangfeng, who is fifty years old, is in his prime and looks to be only in his mid-twenties. As a casual cultivator, he has neither the desire to live a thousand years nor the fighting spirit to slay demons. He only has a very simple idea. : Enjoy yourself to the fullest in your limited life. The only purpose of practice is to be able to withstand these enjoyments.

Until he met Feng Ruhui, a Taoist priest from Luanjing Mountain.

At that time, Feng Ruhui was not the short and fat old woman in Mu Xingqiu's memory, but the Luanjingshan female Taoist priest who dominated the imperial capital. She was a distinguished guest of Longbinhui and rarely appeared in public, but her reputation had already faded. Spread throughout the world.

Du Fangfeng had another name at that time, and he was making friends with princes and nobles in the imperial capital, including several great talisman masters of the Longbin Society. Therefore, he had the opportunity to meet this world-famous female Taoist priest, which took him half of his life.

The casual cultivator in the game world walked up confidently and introduced himself, expressing his admiration in carefully chosen words, but only got one sentence in exchange. To this day, that voice still makes him feel ashamed in his dream.

"Are you a casual cultivator?" Feng Ruhui only said these four words.

In fact, Feng Ruhui had a kind attitude and had no special reaction to the casual cultivator. He had neither contempt nor respect, but just made a perfunctory sentence according to etiquette. Du Fangfeng was even a little complacent at the time, thinking that this beautiful Taoist priest might be interested in him. , until he returned home and was alone, with the drunkenness subsided and the night wind blowing, he suddenly understood that everything was an illusion, and the other party just cast an extremely simple spell, which was not even specifically aimed at him.

The greatest humiliation in the world is not curses and fists, nor conspiracy and calculation, but complete ignorance and indifference. Du Fangfeng worked hard to show off his style, chatting enthusiastically with his friends, making everyone laugh. Every turn he made, every sip of wine, every move of his eyes and corners of his mouth were prepared. People who knew him well had noticed the clues and started joking in a low voice.

As a result, Feng Ruhui didn't notice such a person at all.

Only when Du Fangfeng returned home did he realize what a stupid thing he had done. Those so-called friends not only failed to dissuade him, but instead added fuel to the fire. Make his performance more exaggerated. Then watch the fun secretly.

Sure enough, his joke was already circulating among the aristocratic circles the next day. It is said that the Siming Cauldron in Luanjing Mountain needs another soul that is sent in voluntarily.

One of the principles of enjoying life is not to be enjoyed by life. Du Fangfeng once spent thirty years practicing hard, harder than the Taoist priests of the Nine Traditions, in order to break away from his status as a weakling. Being able to associate with the most powerful people, ensuring that he was not bound by cold rules, he found that all he got was a moon in the water.

Du Fangfeng regarded his experience as a great shame and humiliation, and even changed his name to "Fangfeng".

He left the imperial capital and traveled around the world, focusing on the mountains and rivers, but he still couldn't get rid of the humiliation in his heart. In the dream, Feng Ruhui's voice gradually changed. It was no longer emotionless and perfunctory, and sometimes condescending. Sometimes there are many kinds of charms, but in short, they are all worthy of the "identity" set by Du Fangfeng himself.

Dreaming can temporarily deceive oneself, but after waking up, it will be a deeper sense of humiliation. Du Fangfeng's love turned into hatred. A few years later, he made up his mind to do something big that would cause a sensation in the world. Of course, the Nine Dao Tong also included Feng Ruhui looked at himself with admiration.

The most direct means of retaliation is of course to destroy the Luanjing Mountain Siming Cauldron, but Luanjing Mountain never receives guests from outside the Taoist order. It is extremely difficult for casual cultivators to sneak in. This is true for several Taoist orders, with only two exceptions. It is Qishan, an expensive refuge, full of people and heavily guarded. The other is Yashan, where the sword-washing pool is open to the public. As long as you pay, you can get close to the treasure of Yashan.

Du Fangfeng's biggest advantage was that Yashan never expected that the resentment inadvertently caused by a female Taoist priest in Luanjing Mountain would be repaid on them.

Du Fangfeng became a frequent visitor to Asan from then on. He bought old magical artifacts everywhere, washed them in Asan and then sent them to Qishan for sale. This business lasted for five years, during which he made a small fortune. The original intention has never changed.

In the end, he stole a bottle of water from the sword-washing pond and fled to Qishan. When the Yashan Taoist priests caught up with him, he only made one request: "Let Feng Ruhui come back, and I will hand the water bottle to her personally, and then let you do whatever you want." ”

The casual cultivator Du Fangfeng made a mistake. The Taoist priests did not accept coercion, especially those with personal grudges. The Yashan Taoist priest was very patient and did not go to Luanjingshan for help. He just spent time with him in Qishan, waiting for death to end. everything.

Asan was about to win.

"I thought the Nine Dao Unifications were the same thing, but I didn't expect that every family is so proud and never asks for help. Yes, you help each other in times of war and receive each other in times of peace, but everything must be written in the agreement in advance. Any unexpected request for help is unacceptable and therefore impossible. Alas, it took me ten years to understand this truth.”

Du Fangfeng's story was full of twists and turns, but it could not hide the distortion of his emotions. Whether he was a Taoist disciple or an ordinary person, Mu Xingqiu felt that this man was completely unreasonable, and he wasted more than fifty years just to attract some attention.

"How did you steal the pond water?" Mu Xingqiu was not interested in Du Fangfeng's emotions. He just wanted to ask the question that had troubled everyone for many years.

Du Fangfeng smiled slightly, closed his eyes and rested, then opened his eyes after a while and said calmly: "It's very simple. I go to Yashan at least once a month, and choose different dates and times each time, and then observe carefully. I know the prevention measures of the entrance and exit routes of Yashan very well. I found that it is easy to steal water, but it is extremely difficult to take it out of Yashan. But I was lucky. I actually caught up with the election of the Grand Master in Yashan, which is a rare event in a thousand years. Many magic tools were transferred. I filled a bottle of water and walked out of Yashan without being questioned. I heard that Yashan now does not allow outsiders to approach the sword washing pool. Only the Taoist priests of Yashan can wash the tools on their behalf. This is all my fault."

Du Fangfeng did not admit his mistakes, but showed a little sense of superiority. In front of the cold and proud Taoist school, he finally got attention. He took out a seven-inch-high crystal bottle from his sleeve and placed it next to the magic scroll on the table. "Look, this is it."

The water in the bottle was not enough to quench one person's thirst. Du Fangfeng took it out casually without treating it as a treasure. "I waited for someone for sixty years, and Yashan waited for me for fifty years. We are in the same boat."

"Are you telling me this because I know Feng Ruhui?" Mu Xingqiu asked.

"Well, I hid in Qishan and never left the island, but I was well-informed. I rotted here, and Feng Ruhui was not doing well. I heard that she had a mortal relationship with Ning Qiwei, a Taoist priest from Pangshan. In order to compete for the position of Grandmaster, Ning Qiwei actually cut off the mortal relationship in advance. Haha, this is retribution."

If a Taoist priest has a mortal relationship with an ordinary person, he can break it at any time, and he doesn't even need to show up in person. He can find someone to replace him. As long as there is a feeling in his heart, it will be more complicated for Taoist priests to have a mortal relationship with each other. Generally speaking, both parties will agree to cut off the relationship at the same time to avoid causing harm to the other party.

Feng Ruhui naturally became a victim.

Mu Xingqiu recalled his impression of Grandma Feng, and he couldn't find much evidence that she was sad, but he had a feeling that Grandmaster Ning Qiwei seemed to feel guilty when he talked about Feng Ruhui.

Du Fangfeng had been paying attention to Feng Ruhui's movements. There was a long time when he didn't hear any news about her. A few years ago, he heard that Feng Ruhui had been living in seclusion in a small town on the border of Xijie Country for many years. Because of the invasion of demons, she returned to Luanjing Mountain.

"Feng Ruhui wanted to take revenge on Ning Qiwei, but unfortunately she didn't succeed." Du Fangfeng sighed and felt very sorry.

"Feng Ruhui just lived in seclusion in Yelin Town and did nothing. Besides, you only met her once, right?"

"But I know her better than anyone else." Du Fangfeng's eyes were shining, like a patient's last moments. "She, like me, can't stand humiliation. Ning Qiwei cut off her mortal relationship in advance, which not only hurt her heart, but also made her a laughing stock in the Taoist tradition. She would never endure it silently. Unfortunately, her plan did not succeed. She must have had a plan, but it was interrupted by the invasion of the demon species. After all, she is a Taoist priest. Once the demon species are involved, she can only choose Concession. "

All of this was Du Fangfeng's guess, but he said it in a positive tone, "Yelin Town, demon seeds gave birth to Taoist roots, a total of nine people entered Pangshan, I know your names. When I have nothing to do, I always wonder why Feng Ruhui's plan is? But I always get nothing. "

Mu Xingqiu knew that Feng Ruhui was the first person to discover that Fangfang had spiritual bone Taoist roots. She wanted to send Fangfang to Xijie City in the most inconspicuous way, and then transfer to Luanjing Mountain. Unfortunately, something happened halfway, and Fangfang and the teenagers in Yelin Town were taken to Pangshan.

Mu Xingqiu felt that everything Feng Ruhui did was because of the struggle for Taoist power, and it had nothing to do with personal grudges. It seemed that she had cut off her earthly ties, and it was Ning Qiwei who had always felt guilty.

He would not say these words to a casual cultivator, but only asked: "Why are you looking for me? There are three people from Yelin Town in Qishan."

"It's Hong Futian. He chose you because he thinks you are different." Du Fangfeng smiled, "I don't know much about you and can't make a judgment. But I believe in Hong Futian. Although the desire for the Taoists and demons to join forces is ridiculous, his vision is still very accurate."

Du Fangfeng's expression suddenly became serious, "I want you to take a letter to Feng Ruhui."

Mu Xingqiu shook his head, "I may never have the chance to see her again in my life."

"Then you don't have to pass it on in your life. I only have one request. If you can see Feng Ruhui, give her the letter and at least mention my name. In return, I will give you a few treasures, and - I will reveal a little about Yi Shijun. Coincidentally, I have seen him with my own eyes. He is a great half-demon. In fact, it was he who revived the Ancient God Cult."

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