After the awakening of the sick doctor, there are many evil friends

"Hey, have you heard? Shifangmen is the place where today's Dao opportunities gather!"

"Hey, two female disciples ascended first, and then a sword cultivating disciple cut off the ladder. A few days ago, they ascended together with their Taoist companions. Are they the manifestation of the ancestor above?"

"Don't mention it. They are all gathering together now. They can catch a lot of them. It's so scary!"

The red monk sat quietly at a square table nearby, with a salted duck on the table.

After a long time, he was able to move his chopsticks and only took one bite.

The sun shines through the window lattice on the chair opposite him, and vaguely, a small green butterfly hovers where the man once was.

The little butterfly was not very well-behaved. It hovered on the seat for a moment and actually wanted to fly to the saltwater duck.

Fang Zhe looked at the little butterfly falling on the most delicious piece of duck meat, and smiled softly.

"Don't worry, I will find you."

His chance hasn't come yet.

Fang Zhe didn't know where his chance was, so he could only wander around the place he liked every day, traveling around the world like those famous ascended monks.

But he has already indulged himself in "traveling" in Red Maple Town for a month.

Suddenly, someone pushed aside a wooden chair and sat down unceremoniously. The overwhelming scent of locust flowers filled the air unbridled.

"Would you like to leave? My master said he was going back to the Eastern Region and sent me to invite you."

Chen Zeshen looked at the green butterfly on the saltwater duck, and his mind trembled with the fluttering wings of the butterfly.

I heard she likes to eat duck.

The peach blossom eyes suddenly became deep, like the light of a quiet spring looming.

"Have Jiang Su mentioned me to you?"

Fang Zhe looked at him in surprise and replied after a moment: "Never."

"..."

The monk in pink clothes clenched the fan in his hand and fanned the green butterfly casually with dissatisfaction.

After doing the evil thing of bullying Die, he immediately got up and left.

The two of them had nothing to talk about. In the past, Chen Zeshen only regarded Fang Zhe as an old monster in the world of cultivation. It was his bad luck to meet him.

It turns out that this man is his uncle! Dear uncle! Moreover, he learned from his master that Jiang Su might also be his uncle!

Everyone in this world of cultivation has a chance, right?

Fang Zhe slowly opened his palm, and a small green butterfly was lying obediently in his palm.

Is he going to the Eastern Region too?

Yeah.

She was also the little boy in black of memory.

Fang Zhe opened his palms and slowly walked into Shifang Gate.

"Hey, Fellow Daoist Fang! Susu has some hot pot flavored elixirs over there. I'm so greedy that I want to buy another bottle."

Jiang Su has left a lot of elixirs, and now they are only circulated within the Shifang Sect. Outsiders who want to purchase the elixirs of the Ascension Medical Immortal at a high price must obtain his permission.

Fang Zhe sometimes feels like some kind of magic weapon left in this world by the little doctor, whose purpose is to continue the daily life of the people around her after she leaves.

The little doctor is gone, but his life is full of her presence.

"for you."

He took out the elixir that the little doctor had specially left for him before he left.

He doesn't need these things. Her senior brothers and sisters ascended together half a month ago. No one in this world can perform the five moves under his hands.

After the monk left, he returned to Jiu Ku Peak and looked back at the entire courtyard.

He knew in his heart that no matter where he went, what he needed to take away were the spiritual plants in the yard. These were all the hard work of the little doctor, so he agreed to her.

Fang Zhe walked to the water tank in front of the house, and the elixir was crushed into powder on his fingertips and sprinkled on the water.

The bright yellow Bingjiao flowers sway their branches and leaves slightly.

"Dad, when are we going to find the master?"

Fang Zhe has become accustomed to calling her a name.

This flower has already bloomed, and Fang Zhe transformed her water tank into her natal magic weapon, and she can already speak.

She learned the title "Daddy" from Jiang Su, and also learned the title "Master" from Fang Zhe's magic weapons.

Everyone from Shifang Sect makes harsh comments, this is for everyone’s own opinion.

"Come on, come with me."

"Okay."

She trusted her father so much that she didn't even need to ask him where he was going.

Fang Zhe had already made preparations, and a golden bowl could carry away all the spiritual plants in the yard.

Xiao Bingjiao was shrunk together with the water tank and held tightly in his hand.

As he walked to the door, Fang Zhe suddenly had a premonition that this should be the last time he returned here.

He silently looked back around the yard, suppressing a certain emotion in his eyes.

Eastern Region.

"Senior brother, I didn't expect that we would meet again in the church many years later."

Fang Zhe looked at the mature young man in white clothes in front of him, and felt mixed feelings in his heart.

"Did you kill Master? I have seen his spirit."

The man reached out and touched the monk in white's head, his movements were gentle and affectionate, just like back then. "Hmph, I should kill him. Why should my senior brother be the only one to bear the insults of the world, while I am hiding behind you?"

Xu Shuye's eyes were red and his voice was choked.

He muttered in his heart: "Obviously I am also a founder of a sect. Why do I act like a child again when I meet my senior brother?"

The big hands of the red monk were exceptionally warm, which made his heart feel warm.

"He might not be dead yet."

"What? Senior brother, are you sure? I have long since refined his body into the illusion of Infinity and pressed it in Zhongdu City. His soul has also been refined into a magic weapon. He will disappear from the world as time passes."

Fang Zhe met his inquiring gaze and said calmly: "He has become a demon cultivator long ago, otherwise he would not have changed his character and turned the entire Wujian Sect into a hell."

"I saw him in the Black Tower. His soul should still be wandering in the Demon Realm. The Demon Realm follows..."

His voice suddenly paused, as if he was thinking of someone, "As Su Su ascends and gradually shrinks and disappears, his soul will also be scattered."

The three people who cuddled up against each other in the Wujiang Refining Room finally sought justice for this land that was flooded by a sea of ​​blood.

Mentioning Jiang Su, Xu Shuye couldn't help but miss him a little.

"I haven't asked her why she kept hiding her identity from you and me, but she suddenly rose to the top. As expected of her, I even practiced swordsmanship with her before."

"By the way, senior brother, where is your heart-breaking knife? During the battle in the Western Region, I always feel that the shape of your knife has not changed, but the soul of the knife is completely different from before."

Hearing this, Fang Zhe drew his sword, and instantly his whole body was filled with a bone marrow-soaking chill.

He carefully traced the lines on the knife with his eyes.

After a long while, he said: "I don't know what the soul of this sword is."

"Don't you know the soul in your sword?" Xu Shuye opened his mouth wide and looked at him in disbelief.

The red-clothed monk looked indifferent and said softly, "Yes."

He had thought that he had clearly reached the pinnacle of this world in cultivation, and might be able to dominate the upper world if he ascended to it. However, he had not yet had the chance, and it might be because of himself.

As a sword practitioner, he didn't know his sword.

This is... the most ridiculous thing in the world.

Even though all his memories have been restored now, he still doesn't know why Heartbreaker can regenerate the sword soul after the blade is broken and the soul of the sword dissipates.

Fang Zhe had a guess.

The soul of this sword is not the soul of that sword. By chance, someone's soul in the sect was not refined and entered his sword, thus maintaining the original shape of the sword.

"He calls himself Zhanhan."

Xu Shuye savored the meaning of the name carefully and speculated: "Could it be the youngest protector in white, Bai Hanshuang?"

There was a young man named Bai Hanshuang in the Wujian Sect. His father was one of the protectors in white clothes and died in a battle with an evil cultivator. With his excellent sword skills, this young man became the youngest guardian in white in the Wujian Sect.

He doesn't like weapon refining, he only likes to practice swordsmanship. He is a complete swordsman.

The most important point is that Bai Hanshuang admires Fang Zhe's sword skills very much.

The figure of this young man gradually emerged in Fang Zhe's memories.

If Jiang Su were here, he would definitely complain, "You are poking fun at the kid's nest, right?"

"It's possible, but I'm not sure."

The red monk's long eyelashes drooped, covering the emotions under his eyes, making it impossible to see what he was thinking.

Seeing this, Xu Shuye took out a book from his sleeve and handed it to Fang Zhe.

"Senior brother, this is a book I once refined with my own flesh and heart. It is specially used to enlighten little flower demons and unintentional people on various Taoisms. It contains countless experiences of monks from various disciplines. Why don't you check and find out? The source of the soul in the magic weapon."

In fact, there is no problem if Fang Zhe doesn't go out of his way to check. He can keep the sword for a hundred years until the soul in the sword can speak and turn into a human form.

He asked himself.

"Susu has been waiting for you above, senior brother. You said those in the upper world are all old fools who have been ascending for thousands of years."

"In case Susu is bullied, his father is also a medical practitioner, and he can't help her get revenge. If she is impulsive, she will be in danger."

Xu Shuye persuaded worriedly.

This young man in white knew better than anyone that his senior brother wanted to climb the ladder with Jiang Su right then and there.

Afterwards, I don’t know how many times I heard people analyze why the female cultivator named "Song Wan'er" was able to hold hands with Jiang Su and ascend together.

To put it bluntly, his senior brother looks tepid, but in fact he is the person who wants to ascend the most in the whole world of cultivation.

He wanted to see her so badly.

Fang Zhe was speechless and took the initiative to take the book.

The next moment, huge spiritual power overflowed from his body and poured into the book.

The red-clothed monk suddenly had his eyes empty, and his whole body stood still.

The next second, the scene in front of him reappeared in his eyes.

"I see."

Xu Shuye was startled, thinking that he recognized the soul in the knife so quickly, "Is it Bai Hanshuang?"

Fang Zhe put the book back into his hands. ,

Shaking his head, "I want to go to the Demon-Suppressing Temple."

After saying this, the red monk left without looking back.