The sun sets in the west and the sky gradually fades.

Although there are still some shops in Linshiqi Lane, there is less noise.

The night flows like water on every street corner, walls, and eaves of the door until it covers the entire earth.

Fang Qian returned to Wangyou Pavilion early and went upstairs. While silently experiencing the power of hope of the fruit of light, he was waiting for Ning Que's arrival.

Ning Que sat at the door of Lao Bizhai, looking at the lights of thousands of houses in Chang'an City from afar, thinking a lot, but seemed to have nothing to think about.

Today, Fang Qian's words hit him like lightning, making him unable to calm down for a long time. He once told himself that he would calm down whenever he was a big deal. He forced himself to calm down, but the flooding heart lake was still surging.

"Sangsang, there is a chance right in front of me. Do you want to catch it?"

Sangsang raised his little face and looked a little curious: "Is it very important?"

Ning nodded in a bad mood, then looked at her quietly: "You remember, we once discussed what if a mountain can't get around?"

Sangsang nodded vigorously and said, "Splitting the mountain."

Ning Que smiled and said, "But you need an axe to split the mountain."

Sangsang seemed to have some enlightenment and said, "That opportunity is that axe?"

Ning Que didn't say anything, stood up and started writing. He wrote very quickly and quickly, but seemed to be very slow.

When the night completely fell, Ning Que finally made a decision. He put down his pen, left Lao Bizhai, and slowly walked into Wangyou Pavilion.

Fang Qian watched Ning Que slowly climb upstairs, and his shadow was stretched long under the candlelight, and then he smiled.

"I didn't expect that you would be so embarrassed that you wouldn't come until now. I thought you wouldn't come."

Ning Que smiled and said, "Since there is a reliable opportunity in front of me, how could I let it go easily? Then what should I pay?"

Fang Qian knew that although Ning Que had been poor since childhood, he never begged. He would get everything he needed by himself, so he calmly said: "Is it a deal? It's fair. You owe me a life. Remember to pay it back if you have a chance."

After saying that, he pointed to a bronze tripod not far away in front of him and said, "Get in."

Ning Que looked at the copper cauldron filled with red liquid and felt that the red liquid looked very much like blood, but there was no smell of blood in the air, but a very sweet smell.

He thought to himself, is this some kind of medicine?

However, he read many books about the inability to practice, and it seemed that there was no potion that could change the talent of practice.

He thought, but he exerted his strength and flew into the cauldron because he believed Fang Qian would not harm him, but it was not until he entered the cauldron that he realized that it was really blood!

So much blood!

He thought a lot in his mind for a moment, but suddenly a fire came from his body, like a burning fire.

He wanted to scream, but the red liquid completely covered him, darkness and heat, and eventually turned into a rushing river that flooded him.

Then a strange wave of power rushed up with the blood and energy soaring into the sky. If Fang Qian had not arranged the cage formation in advance, it would have attracted many unnecessary attention.

After a while, Ning Que woke up from the darkness. He suddenly opened his eyes, covered in sweat, and gasped.

No drop of blood was left, and the tripod also turned into a piece of black powder on the ground.

He looked at his hands and felt the changes in his body. He tried to feel the breath of heaven and earth, but still failed.

He was a little disappointed. The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment, but he did not mean to blame Fang Qian. He believed that Fang Qian was able to do this for him, and that he was already the most righteous.

However, he still cared a little about the blood.

Fang Qian looked at the change in Ning Que's expression and couldn't help but smile and said, "Don't worry, the change has begun, but there is still an opportunity. You just need to act according to your wishes.

As for those blood, it is indeed mine, but I have a special talent that recovers very quickly. I have no effect before you come, and you don’t have to care. I will never lose my life for you. After all, I don’t like men.

Okay, that’s all for today, you can go back first.”

Ning Que was speechless, thinking for a moment, and could only leave silently.

Fang Qian looked at his back and thought to himself that he had forced the power to change his qualifications to suppress Ning Que's body with his mind, waiting for the moment when his snow-capped mountains and sea of ​​qi were destroyed. That was his disaster, and he could not escape, and he had no choice but to the Scaring God Formation.

However, isn’t it good to be reborn in the fire of the Vermilion Bird?

As he thought about it, he laughed again.

The next day, it was still dark, so Fang Qian went to the academy early. Along the way, he found that some things were indeed different.

At this time, he could see or feel the strong or weak light on everyone's body. He knew that it was the light of hope, and he seemed to be able to control the power of these lights.

Every time a person walks through, he can incorporate their hopes into some of the body, and he knows that his recovery requires these hopes to act as fuel.

If hope burns out, he will lose this immortal restoration.

Although there are still some restrictions, Fang Qian was extremely satisfied, so he became more and more curious about the two remaining abilities of the Fruit of Light.

At noon, Ning Que was still writing books on practice using the eight methods of Yong. He believed in Fang Qian, so although he still could not practice now, he had already begun to prepare for his practice.

Ning Que left very early on this day. Because he had real hope, he lived a fulfilling life, but he didn't watch it for too long. Because he was going to kill someone the next day, he needed to ensure that he was full of energy.

The night gradually became deeper, but Fang Qian was still reading books all night on the second floor just like a few days ago. His mind was too full, so even if he didn't sleep, he could still keep his energy alive.

He needed to finish reading these books as fast as possible because he felt a little bored. He wanted to go to Dahe Country as fast as possible to meet someone, and someone he wanted to meet for more than ten years.

Suddenly, the carved patterns on the bookshelf leaning against the north wall in the depths of the second floor lit up for a moment, and then quietly slid away to the side.

Fang Qian was right opposite the carved pattern, and then he saw an obese boy wearing a dark blue academy robe squeezed out of the crack panting.

He didn't notice Fang Qian because he was very annoyed now. He couldn't help but complain when he looked at the bookshelf: "I don't know who designed these things. Don't you know how to make the exit bigger? Haven't you ever thought that the academy would recruit a few fat people in?"

Fang Qian looked at his round figure and said, "Maybe the designer didn't expect to recruit such a fat student as you."

The fat man was startled and turned his head to see Fang Qian in an instant. He subconsciously took a book and held it in front of him, saying, "I'm going, who are you? I'll tell you that I'm a great practitioner in the realm of knowing fate, please be careful."

Fang Qian couldn't help but smile and said, "Why, Xiao Pipi, I knew to bring food to me when I was a child, so why don't you know me now?"

Chen Pipi was slightly stunned, as if he had thought of something, and said in surprise: "You are Xiaoqian? Are you doing well?" As he said that, he suddenly shook his head and said: "No, is Xiaoqian younger than me at that time. How many years older than me are you? You don't lie to me, I'm a genius!"

Fang Qian shook his head helplessly and took out a wooden sign from his arms. It was a wooden sign representing identity. It was made by a middle-aged Taoist. There were not many pieces in the world, and no one could imitate it.

"Can this prove that I am me?"

Chen Pipi was overjoyed, and then he couldn't help but his eyes turned red. He rushed up and hugged Fang Qian, and cried: "Xiaoqian, I miss you so much. That smelly fish bullied me, and I didn't dare to go back."

Fang Qian felt that his waist must have been broken, and he would never want to experience the feeling of a fat man with hundreds of pounds hanging on him.
Chapter completed!