Fang Qian looked at Ning Que without any movement, and even the ten thousand swords floating in the stone hall dispersed.

It was not that he did not save Ning Que, but that Lian Sheng was about to die at this moment. When he chose to break through Ten Thousand Swords in the most direct and violent way, he was destined to be unable to perfectly defend all attacks.

So at this time, everything seemed to be intact, but in fact, there were countless destructive sword intents everywhere in his body. In a moment, he would die in a destructive posture.

Fang Qian could probably guess what he wanted to do now, but he didn't expect that he chose Ning Que as his inheritor.

Lian Sheng sat down slowly, ignoring the sword intent that was constantly destructuring in his body, and re-formed a lotus seal with his hands covered with countless sword marks.

An extremely clear breath enveloped him, and the gentle and compassionate meaning dispersed between his eyebrows.

He looked at Ning Que quietly, and a very special breath lingered between them. After a few breaths, he turned into a handful of white ash and scattered all over the ground.

The dust returns to the dust and the land. No matter how beautiful you are, you still look down on the heroes, you will never escape the fate of dying.

Fang Qian looked at Ning Que's confused eyes and knew that it was probably not that easy for him to digest this heavy inheritance.

It is even very likely that his temperament will change. Now he has some understanding of why Liansheng finally chose Ning Que.

Because Ning Que is the weakest among them, he is naturally the easiest to be influenced by him.

He was also moved when he looked at Liansheng's death. Then he looked at Ning Que and raised his fingers. There was an extremely special sword intent between his fingers.

This is an extremely pure Haoran sword intent, because it is the young master Shu Ke Haoran from the academy, so it is naturally extremely pure.

There is also a heritage.

He was thinking about whether to give this to Ning Que. This thing has no meaning to him, and only Ning Que, who has practiced the Haoran Sword, can perfectly accept this inheritance.

However, there is no crisis that Ning Que can only solve now. If he still faces the deadly troubles after being possessed, it seems a bit unauthentic.

He thought about it and walked to Ning Que, squatted down and asked, "I have a heritage from my uncle, do you want it?"

Ning Que's eyes lit up. Uncle Master was an extremely fierce man in his heart. Such an inheritance would definitely allow him to have the power to kill Xiahou faster.

"want!"

Fang Qian hesitated and said, "I have something to say first. This inheritance is risky. You must be cautious when making decisions. Are you sure?"

Ning Que thought, could a inheritance cost him his life? So he said firmly: "Confirm!"

Fang Qian patted his shoulder and stabbed the Haoran sword intent into his body, and ignored it. Looking at Ning Que's slow sword dancing like a madman, he knew that the inheritance of the sword intent would be some time.

At the same time, in Chang'an City, Wei Guangming, the great priest of Light, had been in Lin47 Alley for more than a month. As an old friend, he seemed to be doing well.

And because he was unable to find him, the entire Chang'an City was a little nervous.

Li Qingshan looked at a guard and said angrily: "After so long, there is no news at all. Can a living person disappear out of thin air? If you can't find me, the national teacher, you don't have to do it anymore!"

Yan Se, dressed in gray, revealed his daily journey through the streets and alleys, one by one, and finally moved to Lin47 Lane on this day.

Therefore, the encounter between the two great priests became a destined thing.

Neither of them met, but they had to meet each other, because for them, since they met, there were always some things to do.

Then, they started playing Go.

In the northern wasteland, within the Demon Sect Mountain Gate, Ning Que was still dancing his sword continuously, showing no sign of waking up.

Fang Qian cleaned the stone hall and took out a bed from the storage space and carried Mo Shanshan up.

He had no things to replenish his mind, so after she was exhausted with severe thoughts, she was in a coma after she relaxed a little.

Slowly sorted out her messy black hair, wiped away the dust from her head and face, and quietly looked at her quiet sleeping face, he felt extremely satisfied.

But within a moment, a voice full of resentment came from behind.

"Is she the only one in your eyes? Just because I am still awake, you don't care about me at all? Didn't you fail to take good care of you when you couldn't move? You are an ungrateful fool who is fond of the new and old!"

Fang Qian turned around and looked at Ye Hongyu who was still sitting on the ground and seemed a little helpless, and couldn't help feeling guilty.

Because Ye Hongyu's usual strong performance, he really couldn't have any idea of ​​caring for him.

He stood there, walked over and stood in front of her for a moment, stretched out his hand and said, "I'll help you up."

Ye Hongyu looked at him tightly, feeling a sense of gritting his teeth and realization. She said coldly: "Hug me!"

Fang Qian was slightly stunned, then squatted down and hugged Ye Hongyu in his arms.

With a delicate body in his arms, the soft touch made him unable to help but feel a little strange.

Feeling her low state breath, he whispered: "Fortunately, I will help you with the state you fell!"

Ye Hongyu's eyes moved slightly, and he suddenly put his hands on his neck, leaned his head against his chest, and said calmly: "The Tongtian Pills don't have to waste them on me, I can recover by myself as long as I have some time."

Fang Qian was silent and couldn't speak for a moment.

After a long time, Ye Hongyu said, "How long do you want to hug me?"

She glanced at Mo Shanshan who was sleeping very sweetly on the bed and said, "Or don't you want me to sleep with her?"

Fang Qian was speechless and could only hold her and put her next to Moshan Mountain. The bed was very big, so the two of them didn't seem crowded when they lay on it.

God knows what he thought when he placed this bed in the storage space as a spare.

However, he soon regretted putting Ye Hongyu next to Moshan Mountain.

"You can rest well. Why do you have to hold Shanshan so tightly!"

Ye Hongyu didn't even look at him, and snorted, "You have to care!"

He felt that there was a blue vein on his forehead about to rise, and the Ye Hongyu in front of him was no longer the Ye Hongyu he knew. He suddenly had a premonition that he didn't want to. Could it be that she also fell in love with Mo Shanshan?

The persuasion was fruitless, and he, who was in the realm of divine enlightenment, suddenly felt powerless.

He was upset or not, so he had no choice but to go to the side to set up a fire, then take out the pots and pans, and boil duck blood vermicelli soup.

To be honest, in such an environment, the things he brought out that were completely incompatible really ruined the gaming experience.

It is really OK to turn the PUBG into a Jedi vacation.

Sitting on a small stool and drinking the flower tea from Chang'an Meiji, he cooked soup while experiencing the mystery of the realm of enlightenment. Time passed slowly in this silence.
Chapter completed!