Fang Cun, the brother, once exposed the theft of people’s vitality in Lingzhou’s three thousand li domains. Fang Cun naturally knew that he had been framed and hunted down by the assassins of Tianxingdao because of this incident. Fang Cun naturally knew that, but those vitality were stolen. Actually used to...

... to cure that spiritual well?

This answer really shocked Fang Cun.

Steal the people’s vitality to cure the spiritual well, and the spiritual well is related to the sects, the veins, and the spiritual energy. Doesn’t that mean that at that time, the spiritual energy that these practitioners who were hiding in the mountains practiced were all Is it from the vitality of the people? Doesn't this mean that at that time, the seemingly high-ranking and immortal Qi refiners, in fact, everyone was a man-eating man?

After hearing this answer, Fang Cun couldn't take it lightly anymore.

And Mr. Fan, looking at Fang Cun's expression, couldn't help but sighed, saying: "The Great Xia Guang praises, the fairy palace is in the middle, there are countless gods and kings, and there are countless spirit wells. Until today, I am afraid that there are many places. It's stealing the people's vitality to feed the spirit well, but the old man definitely won't do such things, but it also happens that because the old man doesn't do this, he ends up in such fields..."

As he said, he smiled bitterly on his face and sighed, "Little friend Fang, you..."

Fang Cun waved his hand slowly, and after a long time he said, "What does Mr. Fan need Fang Cun for?"

Mr. Fan was silent for a moment, and said: "At least five thousand dragon stones, or it can help me Qingjiang County..."

"Five thousand..."

Fang Cun sighed slowly, not much.

But he didn't show any traces on his face, but he seemed extremely embarrassed.

After a long while, he slowly shook his head, and said: "Old gentleman, this is too much worthy of my Fang family..."

Mr. Fan was startled slightly, and said: "Little friend Fang, I'm very serious. The old man is not polite with you. How much can you give?"

Fang Cun turned his mind and didn't answer. After a while, he said, "I need a good livelihood discussion!"

"Ok?"

Mr. Fan looked startled, obviously this answer was a little bit beyond his expectation.

Even if it is said that there is a good livelihood discussion, is it possible that Fang's good students can get it out?

"Don't misunderstand the old man!"

Fang Cun saw his look, smiled helplessly, and sighed: "The Fang family doesn't have this ability, but there were old brothers and friends before, and the king of the Phoenix Kingdom came to meet the younger generation. He once said that if something is difficult, you can Ask her for advice. Now my difficulties in Qingjiang County are naturally also my difficulties. When I meet her, I will look for an opportunity. I can say that if I can borrow some..."

"This……"

Mr. Fan didn't expect that he would answer this way. He was slightly startled, but he still smiled and said, "Yes!"

"Old sir, will the second son of Fang make good money at this critical time?"

When Fang Cun left, an old slave who had been hidden in the shadows appeared.

Looking at the direction Fang Cun left, he seemed to be a little worried, sighing lowly, and asking Mr. Fan with emotion.

"Humph!"

Mr. Fan's expression was somewhat displeased: "Let's ask the Phoenix King to borrow? He can't figure it out!"

The old slave was surprised: "The old gentleman thinks what he said is false?"

"It must be fake!"

Mr. Fan said with a sullen face: "The old man knows Fang Chi too well, heh, others look at him, he is a noble and spotless fairy teacher, but the old man knows that he is either not greedy or greedy. Back then, his cultivation When he was not successful, he often interacted with the old man and lived as a good friend. But later, he became popular and realized the Tao, but he disliked the old man, and gradually alienated him, which was very abhorrent. After that, he climbed so high, even at a young age. When he died, did he really ignore his family members and didn't even leave any family property?"

The old slave smiled and said: "It is reasonable to be able to take out three hundred dragon stones and say that there are five thousand on hand..."

Mr. Fan deeply agreed, but he still snorted coldly on his face. During this period of time, in order to calm down the dog and monster, the experience of running around and getting people's eyes turned into exhaustion and came up from the bottom of his heart with a sneer: "The old man shouldn't learn from the former county guard to raise the spirit well and steal the people's vitality, but the pressure shouldn't be borne by the old man. The good reputation of his family is enough, and the benefits of the seven clans are also accounted for. If you have enough, the old man asked them to shed some blood to heal the spiritual well for the people. What's wrong?"

The old slave hurriedly smiled and said, "Naturally, the old gentleman is very virtuous, who is not convinced?"

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Fang Cun left the main hall and walked in the Spirit Mist Sect that was shrouded in night, wearing a white robe, and his whole body was cold.

Spirit Well, Common People, Dragon Stone, Seven Clan...

All sorts of things were incomparably chaotic at this time and came to mind.

For many things, he has already made a resolution, so he can just do it accordingly.

But now, what he suddenly learned from Mr. Fan went beyond his expectations.

All kinds of dragon stones do not matter.

It's just that the mysterious spirit of Lingjing really made him meditate.

Is it true that, as Lao Fan said, what he has done now is considered excellent?

The former county government stole the people’s vitality, but Zhilingjing, now he has not done so, but considering the critical time, let the Seven Clan and Fang family come forward, find a way to gather more dragon stones, and cure Lingjing. The only way now?

Listening to what he said, it is indeed justified.

But Fang Cun, but faintly feels something is not right...

Because if this is the case, wouldn't it be a dead end to some extent?

"Second Young Master Fang..."

In the darkness, a figure of a woman walked up swiftly. Amidst the lingering mist of the Lingwu Sect, this woman seemed to have a cloud of confusion on her body. She seemed to have been waiting for Fang Cun on the way. He whispered and walked out, but after he came out, he didn't speak, as if he was a little hard to speak, but looked at Fang Cun with some expectation, waiting for him to say something.

"Having encountered a problem again?"

Fang Cun glanced at Meng Zhixue and asked softly.

Meng Zhixue hesitated slightly, nodded, and said what Lu Xiao had said.

"I underestimated him!"

Fang Cun was silent, and then smiled: "Before I only treated him as a spoiled child. He always said something self-righteous, and seemed to have some depth. I now understand that what he said is not all. Unreasonable...At least, when everyone is at a loss, it is very useful to say these words to comfort and comfort oneself..."

"If you can learn from him, your cultivation level will not fall into a bottleneck!"

Meng Zhixue's face was pale, and she slowly shook her head, saying: "I couldn't learn from him after all, so I just wanted to..."

Fang Cun put on his sleeves and smiled: "At this time I am not much better than you!"

Meng Zhixue fell silent and opened her mouth, but still closed her mouth, just standing silently.

"From the time I became a treasure body, I knew that my brother was at the end of the treasure body state and left me an answer!"

Looking at the masses in front of me, the fog that has been lingering over the years, Fang Cun also sighed in a low voice, saying: "But now, I am ready to get that answer at any time. But I actually flinched..."

Meng Zhixue was surprised: "Second Young Master Fang is afraid?"

Fang Cun smiled bitterly, "I'm terribly scared!"

Meng Zhixue said, "Is... afraid of Mr. Fan?"

Fang Cun shook his head.

Meng Zhixue said, "Are you afraid of the Seven Clans?"

Fang Cun still shook his head. Without waiting for Meng Zhixue to ask again, he suddenly whispered, "Come on!"

Meng Zhixue hurriedly followed behind him, and the two of them went down the hillside together. Fang Cun did not go to the side temple where he lived, nor did he see the clouds. They just walked like this, and went straight to the Mo Jiazhui of the Seven Clan. The place where Mr. Shang Yue, his son-in-law, was walking, was sealed because of the murder of that party, and it was quiet everywhere, as if contaminated with ghosts, no one dared to come here without trouble.

Today, only a few documents from the county government and some investigators are forced to stay here.

And on the side of the temple, under the sycamore tree, is sitting a woman wearing a hat and a light gauze, drinking tea in front of the stone table. It is the woman from the moon family of the Wu clan and the person who follows her. In the side hall, as if to see what clues were left, Fang Cun went straight to her, sat next to her, and unceremoniously poured himself a glass.

"There are many people with mixed eyes, so the second son Fang is not afraid of being seen?"

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Fang Cun glanced at her and said, "Will anyone see it?"

"of course not!"

The woman said indifferently: "You know, my moon soul technique is unparalleled in the world!"

Fang Cun's face looked a little helpless, and said: "Are you okay recently?"

The woman's palm of the Wu Clan Yuebu couldn't help shaking.

Watching Meng Zhixue on one side, she was surprised that this Witch Clan Moon Tribe had only recently returned to Da Xia. He had a special identity. Although he was a small gas refiner in the chaotic land of southern Xinjiang, it was because The matter of surrendering to Daxia is of great significance, so even the status of them is extremely high, and the identity of the saint of the moon tribe of the witch clan, perhaps in Daxia, can basically be regarded as the princess.

Why doesn't Fang Er Gongzi treat others as outsiders at all?

"It's been half a year since the last goodbye, the son is almost time to fulfill his promise!"

As for the saint of the Moon Tribe of the Witch Clan, she didn't feel irritable when she listened. As soon as the tea cup was put, she spoke coldly.

"I will keep my promise, but you have to answer me a question!"

Fang Cun's tone seemed to have some instructions.

The saint of the Moon Tribe of the Wu Clan was obviously more angry, but for a long time, she was silent and said, "Ask!"

Fang Cun said directly, "Master Fan invites you to come over to help heal Lingjing. Then, how can he heal?"

"Lingjing?"

Upon hearing this, the woman suddenly laughed and said, "I have brought two policies, but I can help Mr. Fan. Which one do you want to hear?"

Fang Cun said straightly: "The third strategy!"

The woman from the Witch Clan Yuebu's palm was clearly stiff, she suddenly lifted the veil, and looked at Fang Cun seriously.

"Second Young Master Fang, after listening to the third policy, there is a possibility of death..."

Fang Cun raised his cup, his body straightened slightly, and quietly replied, "I'm ready!"