The roars are heart-wrenching and enchanting.

The golden retriever is an ancient strange beast, which looks like a lion and tiger, with sword teeth protruding outward, and golden retrievers all over the body, shining brightly in the sun.

Although this golden hairpin comes from the world of Yugongyuan in the sea of ​​Yunhai, he got a great opportunity and followed Fang Ming to Da Gan. Not only did he suck the energy of heaven and earth day and night, Fang Ming was also a rich man who directly bought the lion and tiger meat to feed him at a high price. He grew very fast, and was as big as a leopard at this time. He carried Xiao Murong effortlessly and still walked on his own like the wind.

"Brother Ming!"

Little Murong was wearing a moon-white skirt and jumped down from the golden hairpin, holding Fang Ming's big hand, and her two shiny eyes were filled with joy.

"Is Little Murong so good recently..."

Fang Ming touched Xiao Murong's head with a smile.

"Well, Xiao Murong is very well-behaved. He practices well every day..."

After all, she was a smart child. When she saw an outsider present, she immediately stopped talking.

Otherwise, if a "Xuanzhen Sutra" suddenly burst out, "Senior Sister Qingcheng" or something will be really troublesome.

It was for this that Fang Ming changed all the servants and servants around her, and all the successors had just walked out of the deep mountains, ensuring that they didn't even know what the three religions and five sects were.

"I'll say goodbye first!"

Yue Yun was also a little unsure about Fang Ming's relationship with this little girl. He only knew that the young master was extremely doting on her and immediately bowed to leave.

"Brother Ming! Brother Ming! Tomorrow, tomorrow!"

When Yue Yun's figure disappeared, Xiao Murong immediately grabbed Fang Ming's hand and shook it hard, with an expectant smile on his face: "My sister Qingcheng will come out of seclusion tomorrow! Xiao Murong counts every day, and it will be a hundred days until tomorrow!"

"Um!"

Fang Ming also thought of the figure of the girl in white clothes, who was so beautiful in snow and had a sword.

After a hundred days of separation, he had advanced to the master and had a glimpse of the way of creation. Did the other party come out of the shadow of the powerful man in heaven?

...

The mountain road is rugged and quiet and cold.

Fang Ming was light and simple, with only a little Murong and a golden hairpin next to him, winding up along the path.

However, as he got closer, Xiao Murong looked hesitant and even squatted on the side of the road, starting to pull out the grass aimlessly.

"Don't be afraid! Your sister Qingcheng must be fine!"

Fang Ming hugged Xiao Murong's shoulder and comforted softly.

"But... but what if my sister left like my mother?" Xiao Murong's eyes turned red, and big tears slid down like broken pearls.

"Let's go!"

Fang Ming had a strange feeling at this time that the female swordsman with a sword heart that was as cold as ice for thousands of years would not have fallen so easily.

Immediately hugged Xiao Murong and used his light skills. If he soared in the sky like a void and wind, he would arrive in front of the stone chamber of Nangong Qingcheng's death pass through several ups and downs.

The portal was closed and dust fell on the periphery.

"Sister Qingcheng..." Xiao Murong thought that the beauty was a claustrophobic and turned into a dry bone, and the heavens were separated forever, and immediately cried loudly.

"Little Murong, you guessed wrong this time!"

Fang Ming knocked his eyebrows lightly, and a trace of spiritual power quickly discovered it and disappeared into the stone chamber.

Darkness...Dead silence...

A little white light suddenly burst into the stone chamber where it seemed as if there was no one and there was no life characteristics!

Whoosh!

The sword energy was cold and frost! It became more and more intense, but it was shocked by this slit of exploration and turned into a shocking dragon roar.

Crack! Crack!

The original stone gate was split into pieces, revealing dense cracks, as if it was being hit by a siege hammer.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The lights scattered everywhere, and the stone gate exploded like a dam. Thousands of sword energy were like the Milky Way hanging upside down, and the flowing down was as powerful as a tremendous momentum!

No! This is no longer a sword energy, but... sword energy!!!

The extremely condensed sword aura seemed to be practicing. Wherever it passed, the frost and cold condensed, and it seemed to pull the surroundings into the cold winter with its own strength, and it was three feet frozen!

"The light of one sword shines on the nineteen states! Congratulations to senior sister for taking a step further!"

Fang Ming pulled Xiao Murong behind him, bounced his right hand and squirted. A snap of sword aura flew out and suddenly transformed in the air. It was divided into four and eight. Strands of sword energy seemed to form a Bagua sword formation and penetrated into the Ningshuang sword aura like the Tianhe River.

Compared with the vast sword river ice frost, Fang Ming only popped out a wisp of sword energy, which was inconspicuous at all, like an ant and an elephant. However, the eight sword threads divided by the sword energy were divided into this wisp of sword energy, which caused the entire sword river to attack, as if the huge tide of Qiantang had been slapped on a reef that had not moved for thousands of years.

Scream! Scream!

A cold sword aura dispersed, and then seemed to trigger a chain reaction. The entire Tianhe River collapsed and shattered, revealing the figure of a female swordsman in a dress that was better than snow.

"You... are Fang Ming? How is that possible?"

Nangong Qingcheng said in a lost voice: "You... have you advanced to the Grandmaster?"

The master is not a transcendence of power, but an absolute control. One point of power can exert a hundred or even a thousand points of effect! Therefore, even if Nangong Qingcheng makes all his strength, he will still be defeated under Fang Ming's flash of sword aura. If Fang Ming had not shown mercy, he could have taken his life in just two moves.

"Sister Qingcheng..."

Before Fang Ming answered, Xiao Murong had already pounced into Nangong Qingcheng's arms: "Wuwu...Little Murong misses you so much...Wuwu..."

...

The bonfire was rising, and the pheasant meat on it had turned golden, with grease dripping, emitting an attractive fragrance, which was seductive.

After eating and drinking, Xiao Murong fell asleep on the golden hairpin.

Nangong Qingcheng was leaning against bluestone, his long sword was placed horizontally on his knees, but his eyes were staring at Fang Ming, who was still fiddling with the bonfire at this time. She still couldn't believe that Fang Ming had advanced to the master! But at this time the feeling Fang Ming gave her was exactly the same as her master, which made her unable to disbelief.

But how is this possible?

As a true master of the great sect, Nangong Qingcheng naturally knew the difficulty of being promoted to a master.

In the entire Xuanzhen Dao, there are hundreds of true teachings, dozens of elders, and secret magical skills. The experience of countless predecessors guides the way, and they spend all their resources to cultivate them. When the family is destroyed, the master is only three fingers, and even her master Murong Xiu is counted!

Even Murong Xiu was just Elder Gangqi before, but he had suffered a major change. Under high pressure, he accumulated strength and finally made a breakthrough!

But Fang Ming? How old is he?

Nangong Qingcheng suddenly realized that the scene of "picking up" the other party was still vivid in my mind. Why did the young man who could not even deal with a court constable at that time now became a master?

She even felt a little dazed, thinking that she had been in seclusion for too long, maybe a hundred years passed in the blink of an eye!

"Okay, senior sister cut off the dust in her heart, and the future will be smooth from now on, which is really gratifying!"

Fang Ming sat cross-legged next to Nangong Qingcheng and said with a faint smile.

Even if the other party accidentally does it, Nangong Qingcheng's move will be a strange thing that shocks the world if he can escape the influence of the spiritual level of the celestial being as a congenital warrior!

What's more, after a spiritual battle, she finally cut off the shadow of that year. Her mind was like a thousand tempers, which would be of great benefit to future martial arts. At least 20% more hope than ordinary people!

If Xuan Zhendao is still there, immediately treat her as the leader's disciple and all kinds of resources will be tilted.

"But what is it that I can compare to my junior brother's achievements?" Nangong Qingcheng's mouth smiled bitterly.

After a pause, he said, "You have achieved your own martial arts now. Not to mention me, even if we masters, there is nothing we can continue to teach you. The name of this senior sister..."

"I dare not forget the kindness of preaching back then! My senior sister saved me from water and fire, and gave me all my gifts. Xuanzhen said that I sincerely worshipped me."

Fang Ming interrupted Nangong Qingcheng's next words. After all, he learned the Shuwang Sutra and the Xuanzhen Sutra, and was a real Xuanzhen Dao disciple. After Qingyun Sect discovered it, he could not even betray him, so he might as well be a bachelor.

"So good!" Nangong Qingcheng was quite pleased.

Fang Ming's eyes flashed: "Is there any defect in the "Sitting and Forgotten Heart Sutra" that I said?"

"Not bad! It seems that you have already practiced the Forgetful Sutra to the peak of the fourth level of simple matters, but you cannot break through the fifth level of True View..."

Nangong Qingcheng said: "When Master returned to the True View, my ancestor Sima Zhenren studied the heavenly beings. Although there were many classics circulated, the real robe and mantra were still the two sutras of the robe and the Xuanzhen! Unfortunately, the sutra of the silence is too difficult and obscure. People with great wisdom and great opportunities have experienced all kinds of things in the world and cannot achieve success. Therefore, the first four chapters were widely distributed and allowed to be practiced by the disciples..."

Fang Ming nodded slightly, which was very similar to what he speculated.

"The Master said that although the "Sitting and Forget Heart Sutra" is extraordinary, it is not a way to kill. The more you go, the more difficult and obscure it becomes. Even though she cared about the next few chapters of her martial arts and advanced to the master, she still could not break through the fifth realm of Zhenguan..."

Nangong Qingcheng felt a little regretful when he said this: "The fifth true view is the supreme way to seek good and avoid bad luck. If my master can break through, he can sense the crisis in advance. Before the autumn wind moves, the cicadas will wake up first, and arrange to avoid the last disaster, perhaps it will be avoided..."

"You can know the way of sincerity!"

Fang Mingshou and Nangong Qingcheng's argument were exactly the same as his previous inferences about this realm. He even knew that Master Murong Xiu had a few levels of the mantra after the forgetting scriptures, and he was very happy.

"Junior brother..."

Nangong Qingcheng hesitated for a moment before gritting his teeth and said, "Your peerless gift is the key to my future recovery. Never take risks with yourself!"

She seemed to see Fang Ming’s plan and said, “According to Master’s speculation, there are some rumors that the reason why Qingyun Sect destroyed my Xuanzhen Taoism may be for the last mystery of the “Sitting and Forgotten Heart Sutra”!”

"Mystery?"
Chapter completed!