"Your grandma, grandma, is dead!"

On the way back, Fang Junmei still told Fang Buhui about this.

Fang Buhui was sad when he heard this, and his emotions fell down instantly. Then he asked, "How did he die?"

"I went to find her and asked her who your mother was, and then--she told me, and then she died under the heavenly calamity."

Fang Junmei said casually.

He didn't say that he actually had some process of forcing the other party to die. At that time, as long as he said a word, Sanhua Zhenren could not die.

Fang Jun always held his breath in his heart. He didn't want to see this old woman who plotted against him, nor did he want to delay it until longer before he knew who Fang Buhui's mother was.

Fang Buhui shook his head sadly when he heard this.

She didn't think so much. She knew best. Because the father and daughter could not recognize each other, Sanhua Zhenren was a little guilty to the people. She told Fang Junmei the truth for her death and asked for liberation. This was also possible.

"My grandmother-in-law has indeed made a vow to her mother, and she will never tell others about who she is, especially you."

Fang Jun nodded slightly.

No matter what Fang Buhui thought, this matter was taken over.

Junmei didn't say that the others in the Jiaren Valley didn't know, and Fang Buhui wouldn't know again in the future, so why bother to create any barriers out of thin air."

The Peerless Palace has already had a new palace master. Don’t worry about it in the future!”

With a cold voice, I said another sentence, which was already a bit tough.

Fang Buhui's eyes flashed with a gleam in his eyes. He immediately realized that his father had no good feelings for the Juedi Palace. He asked with a ugly expression: "Dad, you won't destroy the Juedi Palace, right?"

"Of course not, but I don't like it at all."

Fang Junmei replied coldly.

After hearing this, Bu Hui was silent again and said, "Whatever my father said, is it. From now on, I will go back to pay tribute to my mother and my grandmother-in-law. I will not care about the affairs of the sect anymore, nor will I keep it for more." Fang Fang

Junmei nodded slightly.

The atmosphere became a little awkward.

Long Buhui and Dong Lixiu were listening, but it was hard to interrupt and say more.

After rushing for decades, I returned to Taixi Mountain and felt another joy.

Fang Buhui and Piao Shuang had already met her, but after knowing her identity, she recognized her again, and the old lady was extremely happy.

Fang Daonan and Fang Lanxin were also happy to see their aunt.

In addition, he only introduced Fang Buhui's true identity to his best old friends and brothers such as Zhuang Youde, and did not disclose it to the younger disciples.

One night, a drink.

The next morning, Donglixiu returned to Nansheng Mountain, and Long Buhui and Fang Buhui were both in the mountains and stayed temporarily.

Fang Junmei gave this daughter some careful guidance, and finally made up for the small crack that was not allowed to be involved with Judy Palace.

When he was exhausted, Fang Junmei also practiced the supreme wisdom book he got from the Heavenly Master.

It’s not that he is greedy, but that every innate treasure represents a kind of power of heaven. Fang Junmei just wants to understand it.

In the end, it was unsuccessful!

"It seems that this treasure was just forcibly taken away by me after all. His destined master was not me."

Fang Jun sighed.

It's not a pity, he doesn't really need it anyway.

Therefore, he had no idea what the name of this treasure was and what power it represented.

In this way, I don’t know who to give it to to try it.

In his heart, Gu Xijin, who was already struggling to pursue two and a half steps of opportunity, may be the most suitable candidate, but firstly, the other party is missing, and secondly, Gu Xijin is too arrogant and I am afraid he will not accept it.

Among others, Daolang and Yang Xiaoman, the two monks who have begun to collect the power of luck and are attacking two steps may be the most suitable people.

Of course, the top resources should be placed in the hands of the most suitable person.

When I got here, I went to give it to the old man in troubled times to try.

"Do you still have an innate treasure in your hand?"

Uncle Shi was so happy that his mouth was tilted.

He snatched it up and then pushed Fang Junmei out of the door, and he started practicing happily.

Fang Junmei shook her head and left.

A few days later, the old man in troubled times cried and returned the Supreme Book of Wisdom.

"If you can't practice the sacrifice, you will be so angry! In the future, I will cultivate myself to two and a half steps!"

Fang Junmei laughed.

Although there are still some monks of the ancestor level in the mountains, Fang Junmei no longer intends to try them, let alone those who are at the highest level."

Junmei, have you noticed that our old friends are not very emotional?"

Before leaving, the old man said meaningfully in troubled times.

Fang Junmei's eyes flashed when she heard this, and immediately remembered that at the dinner where Fang Buhui recognized his ancestors and returned to his hometown not long ago, many monks, although they talked happily, were lonely deep in their eyes.

"Maybe it's because we practiced too fast, which made them feel that the gap was getting bigger and bigger, and that it was normal for them to feel lost in their hearts."

Fang Junmei said lightly.

What can he do if he does something?"

According to me, you only said half of what you said. Although we practiced very quickly, sometimes, I am afraid that I will forget to find some future for them."

Uncle Shi said. Fang

When Junmei heard this, she pondered silently.

What do you think?"

Asked after a moment.

The old man in troubled times smiled bitterly and said, "I am stupid, but you think about it. I need to do my best and never refuse. We will take responsibility for both good and bad people."

Fang Jun nodded slightly.

The mountain wind blows gently, and the water waves are slightly warm.

There are many streams and waterfalls on Taixi Mountain.

There is a thousand-foot waterfall called Milky Way River that hits down from a high place, like a silver-white horse, hanging for a long time, passing by many cliffs.

Among some cliffs, there was another one called the Cliff, which was occupied by the old guy Song Shede.

Today, the old guy was neither practicing alchemy nor practicing. He lay on the bench under the tree, and the old god was drinking tea, as if he was waiting for death leisurely.

Over the years, I have also taken in several disciples, and most of the alchemy matters have been handed over to them.

He is getting older and older now. In addition, he is not tall and his eyebrows are always as quick and flexible as an old monkey, and he is even more and more like Zhuang Youwei.

As for the realm, it is still the middle stage of the supreme person.

For a moment, the sound of breaking through the air came closer from afar.

I was willing to turn my head and look at Fang Junmei, stepping on a sword light, flying from the distant mountains.

"The junior brother is here just in time. My disciples have recently sent me a few pots of good medicinal wine to make you enjoy your mouth."

After calling out, Song Shede happily took out a few pots of wine.

The two of them quickly started to drink, just like they were in Taoyuan Fairy Mountain back then.

"Senior brother, have you ever thought about taking another step forward for so many years?"
Chapter completed!