The sun sets, and the ancient road is cold.

The light was dim, and the old tree crows were crying, staring at someone below, as if they wanted to wait for death to eat rotten meat.

The man turned over, although he was covered in blood, but his appearance was very young. He suddenly opened his eyes, but his eyes were as bright as stars. He opened his mouth and spit out a white air, like a sharp arrow.

call out!

"quack!"

The crow shook off a few feathers, flapped his wings and flew away. After eating this, he was scared, but he never dared to come back again.

"Well... although there are some twists and turns, I'm still lucky. It's a great good thing to not die!"

This person is naturally Fang Yuan. At this time, he looks inward, but his condition is quite poor.

"The three divine swords have long been destroyed. To recast, a large amount of Meng Yuanli must be needed. The martial arts body has been destroyed by space storms, and it is also five tuberculosis and seven injuries. It cannot move now!"

With a thought moving, the last spirit is slightly condensed, absorbing the vitality of heaven and earth, and slowly repairing it.

"It's fine if the Eight Gate Sword Formation is not the time to use reserves to break through the Force. It's too wasteful. It can be repaired in the future. However, this seems to be not far from the official road, and there are people. It's better to repair the body first and restore some movement power..."

Although the cave heaven relies on the world of great knots, it is swept by the void turbulence, and there are still other possible places to fall.

However, judging from the spiritual energy and surrounding landscapes, the probability of running a big world is still very high.

"I just don't know where, and how is the competition in Changli Cave Heaven?"

As soon as he thought of this, he thought that the Golden Horn Wing Clan and Bai Yu Finger both suffered losses, which made him get a bargain.

"That little mysterious light may be the essence of the entire cave, but I collected it. It was really time for us... Both of us died together, and the place of the occurrence was in the void turmoil. Even if the saints were revealed, it was even more joke. The technique of dreaming and divination also requires that the more detailed the information and the more accurate the calculation. At this time, it is blurred, and the whereabouts of the treasure must be deduced. If you can give a direction, it is a blessing for luck..."

"Of course, for my own safety, it is the right way to improve my strength as soon as possible!"

The higher the cultivation level, even if there is no secret treasure suppression, you can resist the calculation and even give backlash. This is also the truth.

Step on!

At this time, horse hooves were gushing on the ancient road, and a caravan came over.

"Master, there is a person lying on the roadside!"

A horse came over and saw it and immediately shouted: "I'm still angry. I'm so many scratches on my body. Could it be that I fell off the cliff?"

"The roadside slumbers don't care about him!"

The head of the caravan came over and looked at Fang Yuan as if he was looking at someone dead.

Fang Yuan didn't care about this either.

In this world, there are very few good people and bad people, and the majority of them are not good or bad. They don’t know him before, so ordinary people naturally want to avoid trouble. This is human nature and can be understood.

‘It’s not a big deal to always lie on the side of the road…’

Fang Yuan thought silently, and a strange color appeared in his eyes, ready to exert mental hints to influence the person's choice.

"slow!"

At this time, a carriage stepped forward and a young man came out of it. He was fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing silk, red lips and white teeth, showing that he was pampered and had a bit of wealth.

When he saw Fang Yuan, he said, "It's better to save him. After all, it's a life. Just think of it as accumulating blessings for my family!"

"Young Master!"

When the host family spoke, the rest of the people naturally had no objection, so two people stepped forward: "Hey... can you still move?"

"I'm afraid I'm hurting my heart and can't move for the time being!"

Fang Yuan smiled bitterly and replied.

"Then let's free up a truck and lie down for him, and let Lao Zhang see it!"

The man in charge of the affairs of the man in charge had a hint of worry on his face.

The caravan stopped a little and then continued to set off again. Fang Yuan lay in the carriage, feeling the obstruction of space and a slight bump. His skills gathered in his ears, and the vague conversation came into his ears.

"Young Master is really a little reckless this time... If a pedestrian is really injured, it would be fine, but Lao Zhang just went in and said that his limbs were safe, it should be internal injuries. This may be a warrior! Although my family also has a worship of Wuzong, it will be bad for him to get into trouble..."

This is the voice of the main person, which is very low and I can't imagine that Fang Yuan would hear it.

"Uncle He, I have also considered this... But since the Tao Zuo meets each other, it is fate! Who can explain it clearly when everyone encounters each other? Maybe it will be a helper in the future!"

The boy's voice was not pure and utilitarian, but it was pretty good. Fang Yuan didn't care and slowly adjusted his breathing.

"Since someone rescues you, you don't rush to restore your mobility. Just repair the foundation slowly and leave no hidden dangers..."

In fact, the previous few battles and even falling into the void turbulence later was nothing to Fang Yuan. It was just that the last two powerful people died together and the squeeze that broke into the Daqian world made him really seriously injured.

"This young man, it's time to eat!"

Half a day later, the car door opened, and a maid with a maid came in with a food box: "My name is Xiaoju, the young master ordered me to serve the young master for food!"

When I opened the food box, a fragrance came. It was filled with meat porridge, which was soft and refreshing, making me mouth-watering.

"You...really can't even move your hands?"

Xiaoju stared at Fang Yuan, a little alert.

"No, it's just that it hurts extremely severely when you move, and it hurts your body..."

A trace of helplessness appeared on Fang Yuan's face.

"Oh well!"

After hearing this, Xiaoju took the spoon and took it upon her fate, scooped it up, blew it carefully, and then delivered it to Fang Yuan's mouth.

"Thank you!"

Even if the situation was forced, Fang Yuan's face was still a little embarrassed at this time, but of course he couldn't say that I had the energy of heaven and earth to prolong my life. I didn't need these. Besides, I really needed to nourish the meat orifices at this time, so I had to eat it.

‘Although rice is not spiritual rice, the meat is very nutritious and pretty good…’

After eating two bowls, he felt a heat coming out of his belly, his body was slightly relaxed, and he couldn't help but say, "Is there any?"

"Hehe... This meat is the flesh of a spirit beast, specially prepared for the young master. This time you are getting a favor, so you still want to take more?"

Xiaoju smiled and put away the bowls and chopsticks, took a towel, and wiped Fang Yuan's face. After the dust and leaves were swept away, her cheeks were slightly red: "I didn't expect you... to look pretty good?"

‘This little maid knows that Sichun is?’

Fang Yuan rolled his eyes secretly. He looked just ordinary, but he was better than young, experienced great things, and his demeanor was self-consistent. He was not comparable to the young master who only experienced a single skin.

"pity……"

Xiaoju didn't know what she was thinking, but sighed again and took out the food box.

‘It’s a pity that I’m not your young master? It’s the same… If an average maid can climb onto the young master’s bed, carry it as a concubine in the future, and have another son and half a daughter as a support for the elderly, that is the goal of life…’

Fang Yuan also felt quite interesting when he felt the change in the maid's mood.

Since practicing martial arts and entering the path of a dream master, he has been completely isolated from this kind of mortal life.

"Hey... I'll tell you, the person the young master saved looks really good..."

"Maybe you're tempted by Sister Xiaoju!"

"Tu! That's not... I see you, a girl, are in a spring!"

Outside the carriage, the sound of Yingying and Yanyan came, and even a little blatant, leaving Fang Yuan speechless.

...

At night, the convoy was silent.

Fang Yuan still lay still dead, feeling the energy condensed in his dantian, and couldn't help but feel happy: "One day will happen, and you will be able to move as usual!"

At this time, a rustling sound came. Fang Yuan's eyes first condensed, and then he sneered.

The car door opened, and a black shadow flashed in, with a sharp-mouthed monkey cheek, about thirty years old, and seemed to be an ordinary follower.

He had originally tiptoed, but as soon as he came in, he met Fang Yuan's eyes and couldn't help but be stunned.

‘I originally wanted to take advantage of his lack of mobility to get something, Brother Zhang said, this kid doesn’t look like his clothes are tattered, but he has great information inside… but he didn’t expect that he didn’t sleep?’

But at this moment, he sneered again: "What? Why don't you move? Scream? My caravan will save you, so I deserve it. "

He said something intimidating or courageous, and he stretched out his hand and grabbed Fang Yuan.

"It's really a search for death!"

Fang Yuan chuckled, thinking that he was unhappy and had no strength to fight back?

The dream master practices only in his spirit. Even if he had met him just now, if the caravan had malicious intentions, he would definitely not be the one who died in the end.

At this time, two rays of rays emerged from their pupils and penetrated into the tall and thin eyes.

The man was stunned and his face became a little dull.

When you encounter the dream master's method of ecstasy, even if it is a brief version, ordinary people are still like dough, and they can be kneaded.

"Name?"

"Sun Ergou!"

“How old is it?”
To be continued...