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Fang Ming woke up from a pair of jade arms crossed the pillow.

The owner of these jade arms is a charming girl with full eyes and charming eyes. Her face also has a flush after being moved, her moist little mouth is slightly breathing, and her limbs are still trembling slightly due to the carnival just now, and her teeth are grinding, as if she is still chewing the afterglow of joy.

At this moment, what she needs most is gentleness: gentle caress, gentle words, even if it is a gentle glance.

But Fang Ming felt disgust and disgust in his heart. An impulse surged into his heart, making him want to torture and insult the girl in front of him, making her lose her happiness, self-esteem, and feel inferior and ashamed of herself. He likes the appearance of others' family separation, fatherless or motherless, and crying in pain.

Because he also has a strong inferiority complex and a deeper hatred than the sea!

"This host's psychology seems to be a little distorted before, and it's so ill..."

Fang Ming sighed. His cultivation level was getting higher at this time. The "Sitting and Forgotten Heart Sutra" had reached the third level of concentration. The powerful mind instantly drove away the previous resentment and unwillingness, and began to absorb the host's complete memory.

When Fang Ming knew his identity, he instantly felt like he won the jackpot.

I remember a lot of memories in my mind, from poetry, songs, eighteen martial arts, to astronomy, geography, medicine, fortune-telling, astrology, silk and bamboo playing, music, chess, calligraphy and painting, even flying eagles, lackeys, cuju shooting and other playboy skills.

What made Fang Ming even more excited was that he actually had the ultimate evil kung fu that disguise and modify, poisoned the mind, one by one, one by one, just like a library full of rare books, and like a big treasure, waiting for him to absorb and discover.

"It's Wang Lianhua. Is this considered how many years of poor people? I finally got a tall, rich and handsome man in my hair? I've taken another big step from the protagonist..."

Fang Ming slowly recalled the plot of the martial arts foreign history of Gu Daxia, which was actually not considered the plot at all. It was probably the story of famous heroes Shen Lang, Pandaer and others joining forces with Wang Lianhua and Bai Feifei to fight against a generation of strange men, "Happy King".

Wang Lianhua was originally the son of King Happy and Fairy Yunmeng, but King Happy and Fairy later turned against Fairy Yunmeng and became enemies. He abandoned his wife and children at the beginning and ended up abandoning his wife and son. Wang Lianhua, who was raised by Fairy Yunmeng, naturally had a lot of hatred and revenge.

Naturally, this kind of childhood won't be so happy.

Fang Ming sighed and flipped through it casually, and saw Wang Lianhua's dark childhood memories. This is easy to understand. Even if he is extremely talented, if he wants to learn so many things, every subject is a laborious task, which naturally requires a lot of hard work.

In Wang Lianhua's memory, he rarely became really happy after he was seven years old, and he only had three hours a day to sleep and rest.

Whenever he was lazy, Fairy Yunmeng would let him know what the deepest pain was. This female devil who was intimidating the world was extremely strict with his son, as if he had transferred his hatred for the Happy King to Wang Lianhua.

Although the poor Wang Lianhua hated his mother and was so scared that she was dying, she still secretly hypnotized that she was extremely respectful and admired by her mother. She would never admit her true emotions even if she died.

"This is also a pitiful person! It's a pity that I'm not you!"

Fang Ming's sea of ​​consciousness was bright and bright. Wang Lianhua's emotions were completely forgotten. The useful information was carefully stored and waiting to be read in the future.

"Ranxiang, you are so beautiful!"

Found the name of the girl beside him from my memory, Fang Ming gently kissed Ranxiang on his forehead, then got up to put on his clothes, boots, and combed his hair.

Ranxiang was lying on her back, and she seemed to be stunned. She stared at Fang Ming carefully and gentlely covering her bedding for her, and gently went out, feeling a dazed in her heart.

Although this was her first man and had entered her life many times, she used to be just an evil ghost wearing human skin and liked to be satisfied in her pain, but now she seems to have completely changed.

If he had been in the past, he would now kick her away and let her out of his room instead of giving her his big bed, and even cover her with a quilt for fear that she would catch a cold.

The tenderness in her eyes made her feel the urge to have no regrets even if she died for him.

Of course, Fang Ming would not worry about not having a house to live in. In the entire Luoyang City alone, he had more than a dozen extremely hidden residences, and each place had its own ultimate configuration and enjoyment.

In his base camp, dozens of wing rooms are often kept free in order to meet the needs of all subordinates and visitors.

Fang Ming is now standing in front of the ancient mirror in another room, carefully looking at the figure in the mirror.

The young man in the mirror has a jade face and red lips, full of beauty, and a quiet aura on his body, just like a graceful young master of the turbid world. No one would associate him with a lord of underground forces whose hands were already covered in blood.

"It's a good look, and it's a good match for Dongfang Yu!"

Fang Ming touched his face, and even as a man, he couldn't help feeling jealous.

And in his dantian, the extremely powerful true power is like a dragon hidden in the abyss, and it is not inferior to Cui Ximin, the peak of the Chinese Mountain Sword Contest, at the time of the Green Blood Sword, the peak of Cui Ximin, in the China Mountain Sword Contest!

At this time, Fang Ming's thoughts moved, the true qi of the Bodhicitta method in the Yanwu Ling flowed into one with his own true qi, constantly eroding the meridians and acupuncture points everywhere. The qi and blood rushed, and the sound of the Yangtze River and the rushing surging sounds were heard all over his body.

After a while, Fang Ming's martial arts foundation had completely transformed into the true energy of Bodhicitta. He closed his eyes and silently for a moment, and suddenly opened his eyes!

Hurry!

There seemed to be a flash of lightning flashing through the entire quiet room, with gleams of eyes and electricity generated in the virtual room. This was originally a strange phenomenon that was achieved by martial arts!

At this moment, he chanted loudly: "The original wine is turned into red sleeves, and only the drinker can keep his name..."

The long sleeves suddenly flipped up like flowing clouds and water. The moves were naturally clever and as vast as the natural ones. When one sleeve brushed out, the original bluestone ground began to crack inch by inch.

This is a secret master of Wudang. The purity of the flowing clouds and flying sleeves is enough to make most Wudang masters embarrassed.

"You should cherish the spring scenery in front of the curtain, and sleep alone with the flowers on the building." After the secret teaching of Wudang, Fang Ming turned his sleeves into palms and slapped them on the stone wall. The stone wall as hard as steel immediately had a palm print, and his five fingers seemed to be like stone carvings, but they were the skill of the Western Regions Tantra Maharaja.

After one palm, his body turned three times, and in an instant, he changed nine kinds of body movements: "Huang Peng has been staying for a long time, and the blue bird has not returned to his mind."

For a moment, the quiet room was filled with figures flying, and the posture was like a fairy.

Among these styles, they are not only both offense and defense, but also have outstanding literary talent, but also have the secret of the martial arts of Shaolin, Wudang, Diancang, Kunlun, etc., and they are both offense and defense, and they cannot even catch any moves in the world.

Such martial arts and literary talent appear on a young man, which is originally a horrifying and incredible thing.

"In the past, Wang Chaiyu Pass, the wife of Yunmeng Fairy, Yu Hengshan, designed the heroes of the world. Not only did they defeat the elites of the martial arts world, but they also obtained the secrets of many sects who practice martial arts techniques. Now they are cheaper to me..."

Fang Ming shook his head, but he didn't value these things that people in the martial arts world regarded as their lives.

He knows his own business and his qualifications are average. Even if he has the assistance of the martial arts order, if he cannot be loyal, he will still be hopeless for his life.

Before the success of the mastery reaches its innate state and the Shaolin martial arts reach its peak, it is harmful and useless to learn from others' strengths.

"The innate realm is like an end point, with both Yangguan Avenue, a tree-lined path, and a shortcut to dangerous peaks. Both can be reached and the same destination. If you are gifted and have extra energy, you can naturally try many things and see different scenery. But I am a mediocre person, so it is better to be honest and follow the steps!"

"And after the innate nature, the end point has arrived and there is no purpose. The rest of the world will look at their own opportunities. At that time, we must learn from others' strengths, find another way, and find our own path..."

Fang Ming, who has experience in Daqian martial arts, will naturally not be confused by those vast martial arts.

"And these extraordinary skills cannot help me defeat Huo Qing and get rid of the crisis!"

Fang Mingke never forgot that in the Daqian world, there was a great threat next to his body!

"Although Wang Lianhua's martial arts are good in her memory, she still has no strength to help me defeat Huo Qing in her original body. It's almost the same if it was replaced by the Demon Sect's Ten Divine Arts or the Li Xiao Fei Dao, and the Death Thirteen Swords. Unfortunately, the latter two have not been born yet, and the Demon Sect is in a dark place. Where can I find it? The only way is to the Demon Seven Killing Style!"

Fang Ming has begun to decide to practice this magic sword.

With the deceptive consumption of martial arts, even if the main body of the main world has all the accumulation of Wang Lianhua, it will definitely not be able to break through the Ren and Du meridians, let alone defeat Huo Qing.

When the internal energy cultivation is inferior, powerful tricks will be of great help. In this regard, the Demon Seven Killing Style is completely worth choosing!

What made Fang Ming even more moved was that this magic sword move was just a killer move and did not require changing his martial arts skills, which did not hinder his martial arts foundation.

This Heavenly Demon Seven Killing Style is the essence of the killing move in the Wanjie Sword Score. Each sword is emitted from an incredible position. It is as fast as lightning, urging souls and sucking spirits. It is amazingly killing, and it is even more difficult to practice. With Nangong Qingcheng's vision, Fang Ming, who is still not optimistic about the main world.

But now the situation is different. With a vast world venue and huge materials, Fang Ming is very confident in practicing this magic sword!

"This time travel was really hit by a big gift bag!"

Even Fang Ming had to sigh at his luck again and again at this time.

Since ancient times, medical and martial arts have not been separated. If he wants to learn and even improve the Seven Killings of the Demon, his superb medical skills are necessary. He even has the intention to learn medicine in the martial arts world. However, now he travels through time to become Wang Lianhua, but he has obtained superb medical skills in vain, plus poison skills. In many cases, not only medical skills and martial arts, but also medical skills and poison skills are often inseparable.
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