Fang Xian learned Ouyang Feng's tone and sent the words back intact: "Can you recognize me as your godfather? Godfather, not your real dad!"

Ouyang Feng was stunned and shouted: "I am my father! Not you!"

Fang Xian replied: "I am my father! Not you!"

"I'm dad!"

"Yes, I'm my dad!!!"

Ouyang Feng was confused, and his mind was not clear at first, and he fell into a very deep confusion. (Baidu search c

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For more than ten years, he was deceived by Huang Rong and had been practicing the Nine Yin Scriptures. Unconsciously, in addition to the reversal of bloodline spirit, this anti-spirit was faintly embedded in secular ethics.

After going back and forth, he seemed to suddenly realize, and he slapped his head and was in a clear mind.

"Are you father?" He pointed at Fang Xian.

Fang Xian nodded deeply: "By the way, Feng'er, you finally understand, I am the father."

"Dad!" Ouyang Feng kowtowed immediately, "I miss you so much!!!"

"It's okay..." Fang Xian touched his head, "Baby, my father's martial arts are not good, is there any trick?"

Ouyang Feng immediately stood up seriously and touched Fang Xian, which was a test of the foundation: "Dad, you have no bones at all. You have to practice your tricks again, that's the only one... You're optimistic..."

Ouyang Feng then sent out all the toad skills and concealed them twice.

Fang Xian probably learned it, but he thought this move was not good-looking and had no power to control. The most important thing is that everyone in the world knew that this skill was Ouyang Feng's ability, and as soon as he used it, everyone should be punished. He asked, "Is there any?"

"I think about it..." Ouyang Feng scratched his head, and the more he scratched, the more he became, the more crazier he became. "There are the Nine Yin Scriptures... but there is a problem... I can't practice... but I still can't practice... the headache... the headache..."

Fang Xian also had a headache, and accidentally touched him again.

"No, Dad, the child has to leave, he is going crazy!!!" Ouyang Feng said and ran out.

"I'll walk slowly and don't see you. If you have nothing to do, come and see my dad often..."

As he was talking, suddenly, he heard the sound of the wind, and Guo Jing and Huang Rong arrived!

"Old poison! Run there!!" Guo Jing saw Ouyang Feng, waved his palm and came. But he accidentally turned to Fang Xian, "Guo'er?!!"

Seeing him, Guo Jing ignored Ouyang Feng and hurried over to save Yang Guo.

Huang Rong was angry, but she couldn't beat Ouyang Feng, so she had to let him go.

Guo Jing came over to hug Yang Guo tightly, and then he breathed a sigh of relief after exploring his pulse: "I'm scared to death, it's okay, it's okay."

Then he saw Fang Xian's luggage and said in surprise: "Guo'er, are you going to?"

Huang Rong sighed and said quietly: "It's time to go to this point, I won't hide it from Brother Jing..."

Then, Huang Rong explained everything about the future.

After hearing this, Guo Jing wanted to have an attack but couldn't bear it: "Rong'er... You are so young, how could you let him walk alone in the world?"

Guo Jing pondered for a long time, sometimes looking at Fang Xian and sometimes looking at Huang Rong. He was very entangled.

"So that..." Guo Jing looked at Fang Xian very sadly. "After all, you don't want to be with uncle..."

Fang Xian nodded calmly.

Yang Guo’s life trajectory must be in his own hands. He believes that as long as he communicates well, Guo Jing will understand it.

As expected, Guo Jing was also enlightened and sighed:

"Okay... It's just that this world is dangerous. You almost fell into Ouyang Feng's fierce hand as soon as you walked alone. If you don't want to be with me, you always have to find a place to live for you..."

After hearing this, Huang Rong quickly agreed: "It's better to do this. Guo'er has a good heart and will definitely be able to inherit the Taoist Dharma. How about sending him the Quanzhen Sect of the Taoist Holy Land?"

Guo Jing murmured: "The seven sons of Quanzhen all have some friendship with me, and I have a few seniors to take care of them... I'm relieved!"

"……………………………” Fang Xian's face twitched. Is this really hard-earned!

Communication...must communicate.

Fang Xian quickly rushed forward and said, "Uncle, I don't like Taoism..."

Guo Jing then asked, "Then tell me where you want to go, as long as you are in my Central Plains, uncle will help you."

Fang Xian's eyes lit up. He found it without any effort to find it. He immediately shouted:

"I want to follow Senior Huang Yaoshi!!!"

Guo Jing and Huang Rong were all shocked. They never expected that this kid was thinking about the old man in his heart!

Huang Rong was quick-witted and thought to herself that Yang Guo was a bit evil, but she had a crush on her father's temper, so that he could rest assured that he could follow her father. After his father's previous disciples died, he became more and more withdrawn, and it was a good thing to have someone to accompany him.

Seeing Huang Rong nodding, Guo Jing smiled and said to Fang Xian: "Guo'er, my father-in-law... has a bit weird. We can ask you to pay homage to him, but whether he accepts it or not is not the final word for uncle."

"Okay! Grandpa Huang won't accept it, I'll look for other places to go!!"

Fang Xianshen thought he was smart enough to say something clearly as soon as he met, and nothing was easy to do.

Thinking of this, he rushed to the sky and raised his middle finger, proclaiming his first victory.

At this moment, a flute sounded, and an old man's voice came-

"I won't accept disciples."

Huang Rong was shocked: "Dad?"

"No need to look for me, I will chase Ouyang Feng."

As the sound of the flute gradually faded away...

Fang Xian felt that his life was dim...

Is God really going to go against me?

Guo Jing knew his father-in-law's personality and was not convenient to chase him. He just smiled at Fang Xianying and said, "Since that's the case, I can only go to Quanzhen..."

“………………………………”

God reacted very quickly and instantly gave Fang Xian a loud slap in the face.

"No, no, go somewhere else...I think about it..."

Huang Rong said: "Quan is really a good place, don't argue anymore."

Huang Rong still had a small plan in her mind. Quanzhen's ethics were very strict. She let Yang Guo be trained by Quanzhen's training, and perhaps she could get rid of her sex.

Guo Jing’s interface: “Haha, Guo’er, you are a child after all, and you don’t understand a lot of things. This time Uncle Guo has made the decision for you. Don’t worry, you really can’t suffer any loss when you go!”

I can't bear the loss of yarn, but I'm not sure if I've been sarcastic by those Taoists!

Fang Xian had to say something again, but Guo Jing picked him up again.

"Let's go, I'll write a letter to Taoist Ma Yu when I go back. Rong'er, take the children back to Taohua Island. I'll go to Zhongnan Mountain."

"good!"

……………………

Time flies, time passes like a shuttle, and autumn wind blows.

On Zhongnan Mountain, Fang Xian was pulled by Guo Jing, looking at the backs of several Taoist priests who were in a panic, which was so desolate.

However, he always believed that things are in the works of man, and man conquers nature. Just the truth, can it be more difficult to survive than the Celestial Society?

Thinking of this, he became cheerful and chatted with Guo Jing all the way up the mountain.

Since entering Quanzhen is a foregone conclusion, he is ready. He is trying hard to find Guo Jing to seek martial arts, but Guo Jing is afraid that he will go astray, so he refuses to give it to him, saying that those who practice martial arts should follow the lineage and follow the order and gradually.

Fortunately, Huang Rong wanted to get out of peace of mind, but she stuffed him a few more irrelevant kung fu.

After enduring... Fang Xian thought about this, he had been practicing peerless magical skills from beginning to end. At this time, he might as well build a foundation and try different martial arts paths. After this story in the future, he might have a new understanding of the Qianfeng Sword Technique.

Therefore, these days, except for recalling some scattered Lingbo Weibu, there was no other kung fu. No matter how hard it was, Quanzhen’s martial arts was also the orthodox of Wang Chongyang, which was much better than Huang Rong’s martial arts.

Unfortunately, memories are scattered after all. There are only some rough steps, which are far from the orthodox Lingbo Microwaves.

I was talking all the way. When I arrived at the Quanzhen Sect, the Taoist priests had sharpened their knives and set up their formations.

Seeing that Quanzhen Sect was so angry and funny when Guo Jing was treating him.

"Good, you're hiding behind."

"That's necessary!" Fang Xian retreated decisively withered a hundred feet, and he was just a little brat.

At this time, the seven sons of Quanzhen were not there, and the third generation leader, Zhao Zhijing, was the leader of the overall situation.

To be fair, Zhao Zhijing looks really like a Japanese. He has a zombie face and a mustache, and looks like an ambitious person. He looks a bit similar to Zuo Lengchan, but his expression is too lacking in Lao Zuo.

Guo Jing didn't want to hit him after all, so he just clasped his fists and said, "I'm here to pay homage to the head of Ma Yu, and I hope the Taoist priest will recommend him."

Zhao Zhijing looked at Guo Jing and asked the little Taoist priest next to him: "It's him?"

"Yes, his martial arts are very evil and his appearance is so ugly. I think it's the Mongols."

Fang Xian only found it funny when he heard it. Who did the Mongolians recruit? They were all handsome and ugly, heroes and villains. Their people subconsciously uglied the image of the enemy. When they saw bad appearances, they thought they were Mongolians. They were pitiful that Guo Jing was criticized for being slandered.
To be continued...