The Lord of Reincarnation

A carriage is slowly advancing on the official road.

Du Qiankun held the whip and did the work of the coachman, but he enjoyed it so much.

After all, he was sure that the person sitting in the carriage was a big shot.

Even if it is just some pointers on martial arts, he has benefited a lot.

Now this senior wants to go to Donghai for a trip, how can he not do his best?

Although... this senior would go crazy from time to time, but fortunately, it was still tolerable.

Inside the compartment.

Fang Xian opened his eyes, and the original madness receded a bit.

He came to his senses again: 'Very good... During my madness, I can't act, but I can be led to act...Although I can control the other party with poison and other means, how can that be compared to other people's sincere service? '

After observing some time ago, he confirmed that Du Qiankun was the kind of righteous person.

Moreover, there is still a little stupidity, especially the kind that pays attention to promises.

Of course, the other party is not a fool, he must have gone through the famous people in the magic way in his heart, and confirmed that Fang Xian is not that kind of person, so he chose to help.

It's a pity that Du Qiankun didn't know that Fang Xianzhengdao was just pretending.

He is a generation of White Tiger Demon Lord!

‘Yueshan County? It happens to be on the way to Donghai, why not take a look...'

Fang Xian secretly calculated that he was running out of time.

To be honest, I have no feelings for the offspring of these acquaintances.

It's okay to drop by and meet them, but it's impossible to make a special trip for them.

Suddenly, an illusion appeared in front of Fang Xian.

Well, for a lunatic, split personality or phantom memories are quite normal.

But this time was markedly different.

He saw the fire, the sea... the fishing village.

There is even a group of aliens who are very similar to the scales!

They are calling, jumping, and seem to be performing some kind of ritual.

A bloody 'human pillar' was pushed into the sea.

From the depths of the sea, 'I' poked out my head, which was one huge snake head after another, with eyes the size of a tea bowl, and the tails were twisted together, forming a smooth ball of meat.

On top of the meat mass, there are some terrifying lumps, some of them are scales, some of them are like sarcoma, full of pollution and chaos and madness.

The huge mass of flesh with eight snake heads was hidden in the indescribably deep darkness, and there seemed to be invisible tentacles extending into the distance around it, bringing a creepy aura.

It devours the sacrifice, it yearns wildly, recalling its own name.

'No... that's me. '

"However, if it really finds its own name, I am afraid that I will always face schizophrenia within the only time I have to be rational..."

Fang Xian pressed the center of his eyebrows, and suddenly sneered: "I found you...it really is in the East China Sea."

After all, it is the same source of madness as him, and it is quite normal to feel some pictures occasionally.

At this moment, he suddenly felt something again.

That is another place, it seems to be inside a certain palace.

He saw Jiang Yuhe who had become a lot younger, and saw a woman who was wearing a fancy dress but was already very old.

The other party stared at Jiang Yuhe, the greed in his eyes was barely concealed.

"The moths have laid their eggs...the next season will be a bountiful one!"

Fang Xian muttered and said something.

Outside of the carriage, Du Qiankun had long been familiar with it.

No need to be surprised that a half-crazed grand master occasionally bursts out with some weird words, right?

...

The carriage slowly drove into Yueshanjun County City.

"Senior, the front is the main building of the Golden Wind and Rain Building."

Du Qiankun opened the curtain and said softly.

At the same time, looking at the peaceful tall wooden building, he felt very regretful.

In the storyteller's mouth and in the storybook, shouldn't some villains just happen to appear on the stage at this time, allowing the seniors to show their supernatural power?

However, this childish thought only flashed in his mind, and was forgotten by Du Qiankun, and he even felt a little funny.

The real rivers and lakes and the rivers and lakes in the script are obviously two different things.

"Xiao Du, let's part here..."

Fang Xian smiled, and handed over a volume of books: "Here is a book of martial arts, which I wrote casually when I was free, and I will treat it as a reward for your hard work during these days."

"This..." Du Qiankun was a little embarrassed, but after turning to the first page, he couldn't take his eyes off: "The method of using martial arts to enter the Tao?"

He opened his mouth wide, like a toad struck by lightning: "This... is this a Taoist book?"

Originally, Xin Wu Kingdom respected martial arts, but after it was merged into the Shushan Wonderland, everyone knew that martial artists were nothing but vulgar.

The ones who are really high above are the immortals who live forever and see forever!

And if you want to become a fairy, you must have a Taoist book!

Not even Ruo Temple and Qingyuan Palace.

A true Daoist book must at least be able to cultivate mana, which can make ordinary people truly become a cultivator.

It's a pity that no matter how hard the warrior tries, there seems to be a natural moat between the innate qi and mana.

Du Qiankun's hands trembled, as if he was holding a bridge made of gold.

If this was true, and the news leaked out, he felt that the current peaceful rivers and lakes would immediately cause a bloodbath.

"It's just the first step. It's just a little trick to condense the true energy of martial arts into mana...it's nothing...I hope you can carry it forward, and then find out the martial arts talisman and condense the martial arts supernatural powers. Find a way to..."

Fang Xian's voice is still there, but his figure has disappeared.

"God... Goddess..."

Du Qiankun was stunned. He was speechless, so he knelt down suddenly and slammed his head three times towards the carriage.

...

Golden Wind and Drizzle Tower, Patriarch Hall.

Although it was his first time here, Fang Xian felt somewhat familiar with the regulations.

Maybe it's because these descendants are more inclined to the layout of the main building during construction?

In short, Fang Xian successfully found the place where the ancestors of the past generations were enshrined in the Golden Wind Drizzle Tower, and opened the old wooden door stepping on the broken sunlight.

As a theoretically important place, in fact the defense of the Patriarch Hall is far inferior to the warehouse and the place where the secret books are stored.

At this time, Fang Xian pushed the door open as if no one was around, and no one jumped out to stop him.

He looked at the densely packed spiritual seats, most of which he didn't recognize, and went directly to the second floor.

Among the important tablets enshrined here, I finally found a few names that I am familiar with: Yulongjiao, Yuxiaohu...

And, of course, his own.

"Seeing my tablet, I really don't know what expression I should have..."

"Ancestor worship, inheritance..."

Fang Xian looked at this scene and fell into deep thought.

He may be able to make a move to help the Golden Wind and Drizzle Tower to shake the world again, but with the scouring of time and years, what will be left?

"Perhaps it is a better choice to pass on the inheritance and keep the bloodline forever?"