The way time is advancing makes Ye Qian really feel very strange.

One night, in Ye Qian's sense, it only takes a quarter of an hour to pass, and in half a year, it still takes only a quarter of an hour. But in this quarter of an hour, what Ye Qian experienced with the parasitic host boy Fang Jibo was vividly understood.

Ye Qian didn't know whether this magical effect was whether the powerful Fang Jibo took the initiative to control it into his mind, or whether it was the function of the Void Soul Taoist Technique.

If it was the latter, Ye Qian felt that he was still a little likely to get out, but if it was the former, it would have really capsized.

I let others enter and exit my memory, which is easier to get on than a bus, and I still have a lot of hope.

In this quarter of an hour, Ye Qian had a sense of identity with the young man Fang Jibo in the past six months, and felt that he was indeed a seed of seeking immortality, and his talent and understanding were quite good. The key is that his efforts were comparable to Ye Qian, and of course, it was also related to the careful teaching of Er Yuehong, the outer elder of the Feixian Sect.

Ye Qian followed the young Fang Jibo to receive the education of the orthodox disciples of the Feixian Cult. In fact, compared with the young Fang Jibo, Ye Qian's gains are undoubtedly more and more precious. Not only does he make his foundation more solid, but he also has some understanding of the eighth level of the Taoist realm and the ninth level of the Taoist realm.

Even for the first time, Ye Qian knew that the nine levels of the Taoist realm were above the nine levels, called the Taoist realm.

In the Immortal Alliance, the eighth level of the Taoist Realm is already the top combat power. For example, the powerful people in the Ninth level of the Taoist Realm or the Ask the Dao Realm, the resources within the Immortal Alliance can no longer meet their cultivation needs. Most of them are not in the power world, but traveling around the heavens and all realms to adventure, using resources from other realms to increase their resources for their own path.

Among the eight top forces of the Immortal Alliance, even many powerful people at the eighth level of the Taoist Realm will rely on external objects to go to the heavens and all realms to adventure. This is also the real willingness of Ye Qian at that time, who rarely heard that the eighth level of the Taoist Realm of the Taoist Realm fights, most of them are outside. Those who stay at home are responsible for guarding the ancestral land of the mountain gate, so there is no leisure to have internal conflicts.

Of course, there are some other secrets, but Ye Qian listens to them as a fun thing.

More importantly, Ye Qian found a pattern in this time dimension of half a year. Anything that the young Fang Jibo cares about or verbal conversation will be relatively slower, and some of the less important things, such as the rest time, almost seamlessly skimming and flashing.

Time stopped once again when the young man Fang Jibo bid farewell to his master Er Yuehong, and turned back to the Fang family to enter the secret realm of ancestral life to find the nine orifices of Ganoderma lucidum.

In the town, the Fang family is the second largest force after the mayor's family. It is really a huge force within this town. Even if the mayor sees it, he should treat the people of the Fang family with courtesy.

Well, even Ye Qian thought this statement was a bit funny. There were two top forces in a small town, and there were not even cultivators in the Taoist realm. The real master was Er Yuehong, the outer sect of the Feixian Sect.

Of course, in Ye Qian's opinion, Er Yuehong's strength is just that. At most, two swords under his sword can't be more.

As the eldest son of the Fang family and Er Yuehong's personal disciple, the young Fang Jibo should undoubtedly be second only to the head of the Fang family, Fang Laifu, because this is all due to the halo of his father's identity.

But in fact, Fang Jibo's situation in the family was not very good. The young man Fang Jibo didn't know why. Before the age of twelve, except for his father, the other people's eyes were always cold when they looked at him. Fang Jibo could even sense their disdain and contempt!

Fang Jibo has been working hard, practicing hard, and studying hard. While other children are already asleep, he is still waving the sword in his hand again and again; while other children are still sleeping, he has already started meditating and practicing, sleeping less than two hours a day, when he was only three years old.

He thought his efforts would win the respect and praise of his tribe members. But reality is always cruel. No matter how hard he works or practices hard, no one will praise or encourage him except his father.

Every breakthrough is always the unchanging coldness, and the fleeting sarcasm in your eyes.

In this way, when he was twelve years old, Fang Jibo could not bear to kill his younger brother. The entire Fang family gathered in the ancestral temple to witness the head of the family Fang Laifu kicking out of the eldest son Fang Jibo out of the family and expelling the family genealogy.

When the young man Fang Jibo appeared outside the Fang family's old house again after three and a half years, the despair of the past emerged again, and Ye Qian, who was parasitized on Fang Jibo, could clearly recall the scene at that time.

No clan member pleaded for Fang Jibo, no one had a smile in his eyes, and was still so cold, so disdainful, and even a sarcastic voice. The coldness that was frozen in his heart and lungs made Fang Jibo fall into despair in an instant.

The young man Fang Jibo looked at his father Fang Laifu helplessly, and all he received was a heavy sigh and a cold declaration, "Today three years later, I will let your brother end your life!"

A simple sentence became the last straw that crushed the young Fang Jibo. Tears flowed out uncontrollably at that time. Fang Jibo resentfully glanced at every so-called tribe member present and his father, whom he did, and walked out of the ancestral temple.

From then on, Fang Jibo had no home, so he was trapped in the tree to rest, and killed some wild animals to eat them when he was hungry. Month after month, he received training from his master who only heard the sound but did not see him. Until half a year ago, when the three years ended, he defeated his younger brother Fang Jilang and officially became his disciple of his master Er Yuehong.

The young man Fang Jibo looked at the strange and familiar door in front of him in disgrace, and the past appeared vividly. After a long time, Fang Jibo found that his eyes were blurred, and smiled self-deprecatingly, strides past the surprisingly high threshold of the Fang family.

"Hello, my eldest son, I am waiting for you in the study!" The old man guarding the gate respectfully saluted the eldest son of the Fang family who had not appeared for more than three years. It had been spread throughout the mansion. This young man has become a disciple of a great man and has already leaped on the dragon gate, which is different from those of them.

The young man Fang Jibo smiled at the gatekeeper Nuannuan, nodded, and said nothing. He has been practicing the introduction to the Feixian Sect for half a year and has officially become an immortal cultivator. The immortals and mortals are separated. His smile is for mortals, which is no different from the smile for plants, woods and stones.

The young man Fang Jibo walked through the hall, walked through the corridor, and came straight to his father Fang Jibo's study room. He knocked three times and then stood by the door waiting.

"Come in." Fang Laifu's unique and honest voice sounded in his ears.

"I've seen my father!" Walking into the study, the young Fang Jibo bowed to Fang Laifu, the middle-aged man in front of the desk of Zitan.

Everything seemed to be three and a half years ago, and Fang Jibo did not call Fang Laifu the head of the family like he did half a year ago, but the parasitic Ye Qian could clearly feel the resentment hidden in the young Fang Jibo.

"Get up!" Fang Laifu sighed lightly, looking at the eldest son who had not seen for half a year. His appearance did not change much. He each grew taller, very familiar but strange, with a strange temperament and a strange look.

Fang Jibo silently stared at his father who had not seen him for many years. Nothing changed, his usual appearance, his usual majesty, and his usual relatively speechlessness.

"Have you been doing well in the past six months?" Fang Laifu couldn't stand the atmosphere and asked without saying a word.

In fact, not to mention the past six months, even in the three years that have driven Fang Jibo away, Fang Laifu knew every move. Fang Jibo has never had two killers around him. Even after learning from the powerful cultivator of the Feixian Sect, the two killers have never left Fang Jibo. The information about him will be transmitted back at least once a day.

"Very good..." Fang Jibo replied dryly. He couldn't say anything else. Although the master smiled all day long and looked harmless, how could he not know his master's strict teaching posture?

In the past six months, I have never had a day of ease. Of course, Fang Jibo himself complained while enjoying it.

I really couldn't find how to describe how good I was in, Fang Jibo didn't pass by his brain and replied extremely stupidly: "Better than being at home!"

Realizing that he was stupid, Fang Jibo quickly closed his mouth.

When Fang Laifu heard this, his expression did not change much, but his chest had obvious ups and downs. He opened his mouth silently and could not say a word.

The study room fell into silence again!

After a long time, Fang Laifu waved his hand powerlessly, "Let's go back to tidy up the room first! I will talk about the ancestral temple gathering in the afternoon."

"Yes!" Fang Jibo walked out of the study room and breathed a sigh of relief after bowing.

Realizing that the servants were curious and the "family" still looked at them, Fang Jibo smiled indifferently, as he was walking in the Fang family's ancestral home like a sightseeing. The surface of the ancestral home was built based on the acquired Bagua. According to Master Er Yuehong, there are guardian formations underground in the ancestral home. Unfortunately, it has been abandoned and incomplete for many years. Unless an eighth-grade formation master comes, it cannot be repaired at all.

Wu Qinju was close to his residence, and Fang Jibo's pace became slower and slower, and finally stopped.

Looking up at the plaques on the pavilions, Fang Jibo chewed the words "Wuqin" on the plaque with flying dragons and phoenixes, and felt his heart full of bitterness.

I remember the first time he asked his father why his family ignored him and did not like him. His father just told him that as long as he practiced hard, he could get their likes and praises. If he couldn't get it, it was just because he didn't work hard enough, and this plaque was also written by his father at that time.

Haha! It turned out that my father knew the ending at that time, and it turned out that everything was destined!

What a simple truth for those who have no piano to be ruthless! But he didn't realize it until today!

Born in a killer family, family affection is a very luxurious thing.

Fang Jibo shook his head and sighed. He was a little abnormal since he stepped into the house. What is the use of those old things?
Chapter completed!