Chapter 807 Red Dust Fruit!

After listening to Fang Yu's story, Huai Xu's eyes were full of shock.

He originally thought that a strong man like Fang Yu would have a smooth life from the beginning of his growth to now.

Even if he encountered any setbacks, they were only temporary and could be easily resolved.

But he didn't expect that Fang Yu had suffered the pain of extermination of his sect!

Huai Xu had never experienced this kind of pain and could not empathize with it.

He could only see how much impact this incident had on Fang Yu from the cold murderous intent on Fang Yu's face.

"So, what do you think I should do now?" Fang Yu looked at Huai Xu and asked.

Huai Xu glanced at the documents in Fang Yu's hand, shook his head, and said apologetically: "Brother Fang, I'm sorry... I can't give you any advice."

"It doesn't matter, just treat this as if it happened to you, which approach would you choose?" Fang Yu asked.

"I... should let them rebuild Zi Yan Palace, and then destroy the sect... let them experience the pain of being exterminated again." Huai Xu said hesitantly.

At this age, Huai Xu no longer has the heart to kill.

But after he put himself in Fang Yu's shoes, what he thought of was... not mercy.

What Zi Yan Palace did deserved the most extreme revenge.

"Let's do it." Fang Yu put the license on Huai Xu's desk and said, "You send this license to the Wen'an City Martial Arts Association and let them tell the remnants of Zi Yan Palace that they can establish a sect."

"Okay." Huai Xu took the license document and said.

"Tell me immediately once their sect is established." Fang Yu said.

"Well, I'll send someone to keep an eye on it." Huai Xu said.

Fang Yu nodded and lowered his head to pour himself a cup of tea.

Although it was difficult to suppress his anger, Fang Yu was willing to do so in order to cause the most extreme pain to the remnants of Zi Yan Palace.

The crimes committed by Zi Yan Palace were too easy for them to just kill them.

Let them rebuild Zi Yan Palace and destroy the sect again in the same way as before.

This time, Fang Yu will give them the heaviest blow and the deepest fear.

...

After sitting for a while, Huai Xu said, "Brother Fang, I will officially return to the stage tomorrow."

"Yes." Fang Yu nodded and said, "Now the martial arts association is in a mess, you should come forward to take care of it."

"I don't care about the internal worms, the key is the half-spirit tribe..." Huai Xu said.

"By the way, I just remembered that the half-spirit tribe came directly to my house yesterday evening." Fang Yu said.

"Are they so bold?" Huai Xu's face changed slightly and asked.

"It's just a few puppets. I blasted them with one palm, but the person who controlled them left me a few words." Fang Yu said.

"What did he say?" Huai Xu asked.

"Nothing, nothing more than boring and cruel words like wanting me to die." Fang Yu said, "I can't track his location through this kind of sound transmission, so there is no follow-up."

Huai Xu's face was solemn, thinking about something.

"They should send someone to find me soon. At that time, I will try my best to collect more information." Fang Yu said.

"Brother Fang, if they really come to you, you must inform me." Huai Xu said with a serious face, "I must understand what kind of people they are, otherwise it will be difficult to deal with them."

"Okay." Fang Yu replied.

...

Fang Yu left Yinlin Villa and strolled on the street.

He must take a walk now, otherwise the anger in his chest cannot be dissipated.

Back to the central area of ​​Beidu, there is a street with a long history, called Hengtong Ancient Street.

This street has a history of thousands of years and is crowded with pedestrians.

It is not the history of this street that attracts pedestrians, but the stalls here.

On both sides of this street, there are all kinds of stalls. The items sold on the stalls come from various regions, and there are often rare special items.

Fang Yu walked forward in the crowded crowd, looking at the stalls on both sides from time to time.

Most of the stalls sell some small accessories or some souvenirs, no snacks.

"I came to the wrong place." Fang Yu shook his head slightly and walked forward quickly.

There are many tourists on this street, and people stop in front of almost every stall.

After Fang Yu walked a long distance forward, he suddenly saw a stall that no one was interested in.

On this stall, there was an irregularly shaped object, which seemed to be an ordinary stone.

The person who set up the stall was a boy who looked underage.

Although it was winter, he was still wearing only a thin short-sleeved shirt, holding his feet, and looked skinny.

"Kid, what are you selling?" Before Fang Yu walked up, a bald middle-aged man holding a child walked to the stall and asked.

"This is our red dust fruit in the northwest suburbs, very rare..." The boy saw someone coming to ask, and immediately introduced it.

"You mean, this is a fruit?" The bald man opened his eyes wide and looked at the stone-like objects below.

"Yes, this is the red dust fruit, which is only wild and cannot be planted... In our area, only one is produced a year!"

Before the boy finished speaking, the bald man left with the child in his arms.

The boy sighed in disappointment and lowered his head.

Fang Yu walked forward, squatted down, picked up a red dust fruit, and squeezed it slightly.

You can definitely feel that it is soft inside.

But it is hard to tell from the outside that it is a fruit.

Fang Yu had never heard of the name of Red Dust Fruit before.

"You just said that this kind of fruit only grows one a year?" Fang Yu asked.

The boy looked up when he heard the voice, and saw Fang Yu playing with the Red Dust Fruit. He nodded and said, "Yes, there is only one a year."

"There is only one a year, how did it fall into your hands?" Fang Yu raised his eyebrows and asked.

"There is really only one! I am not lying." The boy said excitedly, "The reason why all of them are in my hands is that only our family has Red Dust Fruit trees..."

"You just said it is a specialty of the Northwest. If it is a specialty, how can only your family have it?" Fang Yu asked again.

The boy looked up at Fang Yu, and his dark face showed hesitation, but soon became firm.

"Before my grandfather passed away, he often told me a story repeatedly..."

"When my grandfather was young, he met a ragged monk. The monk passed by his house and asked him for water and food. At that time, my grandfather was very poor and had nothing at home, but seeing that the monk was so pitiful, he took out the only piece of cake he had left and gave it to the monk."

"The monk ate the cake and took out a seed from his pocket to thank my grandfather for becoming his disciple and gave it to my grandfather."

"The monk said that if this seed is cultivated and grown, my grandfather's life will be changed drastically..."

Hearing this, Fang Yu Asked: "Then has your grandfather's life changed?"

The boy shook his head and said sadly: "My grandfather remembered the monk's words all his life and kept watering these seeds, but decades later, it just didn't grow... It wasn't until my grandfather died a year ago that the seeds began to grow."

"It wasn't until last month that the tree grew a fruit. I picked the Red Dust Fruit and wanted to sell it..."

"I thought there would be many people in Beidu who knew about the Red Dust Fruit..."

After listening to the boy's words, Fang Yu frowned slightly and looked at the stone-like fruit in his hand.

Assuming that what the boy said is true, this so-called Red Dust Fruit is really not simple.

The growth cycle alone is comparable to some medicinal materials.

But from the appearance, nothing can be seen.

And the fruit does not emit any strange smell.

What on earth is this?

"Brother, do you want to buy it?" The boy asked expectantly, "I want to sell this fruit, so my parents don't have to work so hard to earn tuition for me."

"How much?" Fang Yu asked.

"Two thousand." said the boy.

"You're too expensive. An apple is only two yuan. You've increased the price by a thousand times." Fang Yu raised his eyebrows and said.

"Then, then fifteen hundred! Or one thousand!" The boy seemed to be afraid that Fang Yu would not buy it, and said hurriedly.

Fang Yu smiled and took out a thumb-sized, purple gem from the storage space of the ethereal ring.

"I don't have cash, so I'll use this gem instead. It must be worth more than two thousand yuan. You take this gem home and give it to your parents. Your parents should be able to find a place to exchange it for cash." Fang Yu said.

"Okay!" The boy took the gem from Fang Yu's hand, his eyes shining.

Fang Yu stood up with the so-called Red Dust Fruit.

"Keep the gem safe and don't lose it." Fang Yu said to the boy.

"Okay, thank you, brother." The boy stood up and bowed to Fang Yu, and rolled up the stall neatly.

Fang Yu turned and left, observing the Red Dust Fruit in his hand as he walked.

"Swish!"

After walking a few steps, the Red Dust Fruit in his hand, which was as hard as stone, suddenly flashed with light!

Then, the whole Red Dust Fruit turned into a wisp of gas and sank into Fang Yu's palm!