early morning.

Around Qingfeng Spirit Land and inside the thick fog, Fang Yuan stared nervously at the movement of the cliff.

There, a sneaky white shadow crawled forward, like a thief, came to the white beach next to the cold pool, stretched out its sharp claws, and quickly touched something.

"Chirp!"

Above the cliffs, a large number of red-eyed white birds spread their wings and played leisurely, combing their feathers, but no abnormalities were found on the beach.

Not long after, Baiying successfully retreated and returned to the thick fog.

"Haha... Flower Fox Marten, well done!"

This white shadow is the flower fox marten.

Fang Yuan finally couldn't bear to let the spiritual fertilizer here, so he let the flower fox marquis reuse the same trick and went to steal and dig.

After all, this fox marten is small in size and has an excellent protective color. In addition, it is very fast, even if it is discovered, it has time to run away. Naturally, it is the best choice for doing this.

And with Fang Yuan, the efficiency is different.

He took off the cloth bag hanging on the neck of the flower fox marquis, looked at the full of spiritual fat, and showed joy on his face: "Okay, let's do it again, the red jade rice and spiritual tea for the season will all be settled!"

"Hehe!"

The flower fox marquis raised his claws unwillingly, as if he was bargaining.

"Okay, one or two spiritual tea, I know, you are indispensable!"

Fang Yuan's face was a little embarrassed, and he felt that this flower marquis had become much smarter, and he actually learned to discuss conditions with him. Well! This trend should not rise!

"Go quickly!"

He glared at him, fox marten flicked his tail, and he happily embarked on the road of digging again.

No matter what Fang Yuan does, it is fine as long as you agree to the conditions.

"It's a pity that such a spiritual place...but it can't belong to me for the time being..."

Fang Yuan looked at Qingfeng Mountain, and a hint of regret flashed in his eyes.

Of course he knew that there were many good things in this spiritual land, but this group of red-eyed white birds were the overlords of the entire spiritual land. With them, he could not develop any of the spiritual land at all.

Therefore, now we can only complete the main goal of entering the mountain and obtain enough spiritual fertilizer.

"It's just this spiritual fat..."

Fang Yuan looked at the white dots that landed from time to time on the cliff, and his face became even more embarrassing: "Damn... I didn't expect that now, I and Hua Fox Marten are both working as a dirt-cutter!"

That's right!

After a period of observation, Fang Yuan had discovered that the white beach was actually the special excretion site for the red-eyed white birds on the cliff!

Those spiritual fertilizers that have incredible magical effects and can promote the growth of spiritual plants are actually struvite!

This was really a discovery that made Fang Yuan ask the sky speechlessly.

Of course, no matter how embarrassing, the promising job of manure-cutting must continue.

"However, struvite is a natural and efficient fertilizer. These struvites are still left by alien red-eyed white birds, and even spiritual birds. It seems reasonable to have such an effect..."

Fang Yuan was used to doing small farm work, so he naturally had no other ideas. After a little thought was diverted, he took stock of this harvest.

Through the persistent digging of the flower fox marten, perhaps the reason why the red-eyed white birds were careless, Fang Yuan could be considered a great harvest. The slowly stolen basket of "spiritual fat" was enough for him to reclaim the red jade rice and pick the spiritual tea again.

In addition, he seized the opportunity and attacked several lonely red-eyed white birds, and had a meal of bird meat for several meals, and finally avenged the revenge of a single arrow that had been chased in a mess before.

In fact, the real reason is that Fang Yuan is greedy for the effects of bird meat, and is in love with the flower fox marten and hunting the red-eyed white bird crazily.

Soon, the birds became smarter and rarely stayed outside the cliffs. If there were any, there were only a few of them to act together. The Bird King began to patrol the territory frequently, which forced Fang Yuan to stop the hunting operation regretfully.

To be honest, when he saw the red-eyed White Bird King who looked like a big roc, with wings spreading about a foot wide, he was also quite shocked.

The other party is definitely a spiritual bird, there is no doubt about this!

Even a few white birds at the commanding level have reached the level of a spirit beast!

After realizing this, Fang Yuan immediately gave up on the plan to master the entire Qingfeng Spirit Land in the short term.

"Hehe!"

The flower fox marten quickly withdrew, bringing a full bag of spiritual fat. This operation was a great success.

This is normal. After all, even though these red-eyed white birds are as smart as humans, who would look at their own excrement specifically for fear that others would steal it?

"It's time to leave!"

Carrying a basket of harvests, Fang Yuan walked out of the thick fog, looked back at the haze, and said a famous saying from the dream world: "I will definitely come back!"

At this moment, Fang Yuan, who was full of all the resentment of the dog, was not alone!

...

"Red-eyed white birds, wait for me. One day, I will turn this spiritual land into my spiritual field..."

For a farmer, watching a large area of ​​land abandoned is simply a sin of thunder.

Even though he gained a lot this time, he didn't need to mention his resentment towards the red-eyed white bird.

Fang Yuan embarked on the road to return with resentment and more gains.

This time the journey was a little smoother than when I came. When the valley was in sight, Fang Yuan had already seen the scene of a bumper harvest of spiritual tea and spiritual rice in his mind.

But when he arrived at the valley entrance, his face suddenly changed: "Someone!"

Near the valley, there was a mess, with blood, and it was obvious that someone had been here.

"It's not long from the traces!"

Fang Yuan touched a wisp of blood on the grass leaves, his eyes were deep, he put down the bamboo basket, and stepped into the valley.

"Come out!"

The flower fox sniffed the ground and immediately rushed towards the temple.

Fang Yuan stood in front of the door of the temple and said lightly.

After a moment, there was no echo.

Fang Yuan frowned, and with a wave of his hand, the flower fox marquis immediately rushed into the monastery and poked out his little head, looking a little confused.

"Um?"

Fang Yuan stepped inside and saw a man lying on his back on the ground, his face pale, his chest was bloody, but his face was very familiar.

"Zhou Wenwu of the Zhou family? How could he fall to this point?"

He stepped forward to touch Zhou Wenwu's pulse: "The injury is serious, but although he is in a coma, he still can't kill him... It's just that this little bastard actually fled to me so much, thinking I'm not in trouble enough?"

Fang Yuan complained speechlessly and immediately came outside the door.

Just now, the Flower Fox Marten warned him, which means that another stranger is approaching.

"Who is coming?"

When he came outside the house, he immediately saw a middle-aged man wearing black clothes and vicious face, about thirty or forty years old.

"Huh? Can you actually find me?"

Middle-aged man was a little surprised, but his face was still arrogant: "I am the elder of Guiling Sect, a senior disciple of Song Zhong, and Song San, who was ordered to chase and kill the remnants of the Zhou family. If you know the truth..."

"Oh! That remnant is in the house, you can take it away!"

Fang Yuan nodded calmly, and Song San choked, and he couldn't even speak the threatening words he had thought of.

What's the feeling of "I'm not scaring you yet, just explain it yourself"?

The person in front of me was completely unreasonable!

Song San felt powerful and had nowhere to use it. He immediately saw Zhou Wenwu throwing it out as if he was thrown away by garbage: "I have a simple relationship with this person with the doctor and the patient's family. You can take him away!"

For Fang Yuan, who is the Zhou family?

He saved Mr. Zhou, accepted his secret book, and protected Zhou Wenxin for a while. He could be said to be the end of kindness and righteousness.

If he fights hard with other masters for his son, is his original surname Lei?

"It's indeed Zhou Wenwu!"

Song San stepped forward, carefully identified it, and a satisfied look appeared on his face. He turned around and looked at Fang Yuan: "Are you a doctor here?"

"Just understand a little bit of medical skills..."

Fang Yuan nodded.

"You cured Mr. Zhou's poison before?"

"poison?!"

Fang Yuan's pupils shrank slightly.

He knew that Mr. Zhou was drunk with a lover, and Mr. Zhou also noticed it, but how could this person know?

Unless it is the action of his forces!
To be continued...