Qi Jiu's expression changed and he hurriedly said.

"They are going to grab your daughter's head, don't you dare to resist?"

Fang Jun scolded.

When Qi Jiu heard this, he looked embarrassed, ashamed, and angry.

After a moment of silence, he said, "Speaking of this, the reputation of the Dongyue Sect was quite good. I heard that the first leader of the sect hundreds of years ago was even more like an immortal figure. He had great magic power. When the sect was established, he opened mountains and opened roads to cure floods. Later, it gradually changed. We worshipped them not entirely out of forcing..."

At the end of the conversation, the nagging story was nothing more than the sad and pitiful things of cowardly mortals.

Fang Junmei had a expressionless face when she heard it.

It is common for the upper beam to be straight and the lower beam to be crooked.

If you can't do it, then you can kill it, no matter what you did in the past.

...

After crossing the river, I paid the reward and left.

After another half a month, I finally arrived at the foot of the Cumulus Mountain.

This mountain is obviously taller than tens of thousands of years ago, nearly a thousand feet, and more majestic. It has a bit of a deep mountain and old forest, and the plants are extremely deep.

Fang Junmei walked up the mountain road and soon discovered some scattered families in the mountains, but there was no martial arts sect that was descended from the Leng family back then, and there was not even a single building wreckage.

The scenery on the mountain is pretty good.

After a tour, it was dusk.

I beat a rabbit, baked it casually, and spent the night in the mountains.

...

That night, the moonlight was bright and the sound of insects was roaring.

In the cave, the roasted rabbits are fragrant with wine and grease, and the grease is sizzling, making extremely attractive sounds.

Fang Junmei leaned against the cave wall, ate absent-mindedly, and her mouth was tasteless.

The face of the old man with swordsman came to his mind without realizing it.

Those old and kind eyes were still looking at Fang Junmei, without a trace of old heroic look, just like an old father.

In those eyes, there is hope, hope, and a dream that you cannot fulfill, and you have to hand it over to another person.

"Catch up with time and catch up with the passing years..."

Fang Junmei murmured to himself, his expression slightly confused.

He didn't know how long he hadn't remembered his original intention.

After leaving Tianlao Mountain, he felt like he was walking corpse and lost his direction, and was forced to roll in the cultivation.

He still remembered in his heart that he wanted to reach the realm of the Human Ancestor and then avenge Yang Xiaokuan, but the goal of the realm of the Human Ancestor is too far away.

Too far away goals often make people feel tired and their paces get heavier.

Fang Junmei has been in the cultivation world for tens of thousands of years, fighting, killing, grievances and entanglements, old things withered, and a heart has reached a point of exhaustion, and perhaps it is the time to regain it.

...

The more you drink this wine, the more you drink it, the more you drink it.

In the end, with Fang Junmei's cultivation level, his mind became dizzy.

Bang!

He threw the wine pot and lay down and fell asleep.

“…Master, I can’t find the direction…”

Along the lights, there was a murmuring sound, which sounded slightly.

...
Chapter completed!