The spring water is murmuring.

Fang Yuan sat beside the stream, cleaning the wounds on his body while thinking about this action to see if there were any flaws left.

"Killed Song Zhigao in one fell swoop, originally wanted to cut off the arm of the Song family, but I didn't expect that Song Yujie was also there, so I could only kill them together!"

slaughtered Song Yujie, Fang Yuan did not have the slightest regret.

On the contrary, if his martial arts were high enough at that time, even if Elder Song Zhong was there, he would still be killed!

Since he is already a mortal enemy, where is the reason not to cut the grass and eradicate the roots?

"Except for Song Zhigao, in a short period of time, it can be said that he has peace of mind...... Just ......"

Fang Yuan's brows furrowed slightly.

He knew very well that there was nothing wrong with killing Song Zhigao, but Song Yujie also died here, which would inevitably cause the wrath of Song Zhong and even the entire Guiling Sect.

Once discovered, it will definitely end up in an endless end.

And after some careful consideration, Fang Yuan had already decided that he had no flaws.

After all, in the valley, there are a large number of alibi witnesses, plus they come out on their own, and they have never met anyone.

As for the black sand palm? That's even more ridiculous, in the entire Qinghe County, there are not a thousand but eight hundred martial artists who have practiced the Black Sand Palm.

Besides, the time for him to get the secret tip is so short, can he immediately become proficient in martial arts, to the point of killing Song Yujie? I'm afraid that even the foresters themselves don't believe it!

'So, for the time being, as long as nothing goes wrong on the other side of the valley, I'm still safe.......'

Fang Yuan applied the golden medicine on his chest, put on his coat, and moved again, finding that in addition to the fact that there was still some pain in the wound, it did not affect the specific activities, so he couldn't help but nodded.

"Of course, there are many ways in this world that I don't know, so I can't be careless......"

Fang Yuan silently admonished himself in his heart.

In this world, martial artists are only the mysterious side forces that ordinary people have the most contact with, and in addition to martial artists, all kinds of spirits, mages, Danshi, and even demons, monsters, and legends of gods and immortals are really innumerable, and they may not be without cause.

Perhaps, there are one or two ways to discover secrets that you can't imagine.

"Of course...... Song Zhong's face is not so big, even if he returns to the Spirit Sect, he is a little choked...... So, I still have time! We must hurry up and improve. ”

At this time, he was helpless and had low martial arts, so naturally anyone could step on it.

But what if he is a martial artist, or even a legendary spirit immortal? Not to mention Song Zhigao, even if Song Yujie said that he would kill him, how dare Song Zhong?

At the end of the day, it's still strength!

At this time, the strength is insufficient, and a talisman is very important.

Fang Yuan looked at the sun, ran wildly along the mountain road, and came to the back of the valley.

"Giggles!"

The white shadow flashed, and the figure of the flower fox mink suddenly appeared, gurgling, and stretched out his head again, letting Fang Yuan rub it, and his little paws kept gesturing with something.

"Oh, haven't you moved at all?"

Knowing the meaning of the flower fox marten, Fang Yuan breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

If the Zhou family and the Lin family were restless and discovered the secret of the valley, or directly broke through the barrier and found that Fang Yuan was missing, then he would definitely not say a word at this time, and immediately took the flower fox and mink to the end of the world.

If you plant a spirit or something, it's not that you can't plant it, so how can a small life be important?

But now, everything is developing according to Fang Yuan's plan.

"Well, I'm sorry for you!"

After sending away the flower fox mink, Fang Yuan immediately escaped into the secret passage and came to the stone room.

Master Zhou is also very critical, in case this thing dies, it will still be difficult for him to continue to gain a foothold.

With this mood, Fang Yuan lit the oil lamp, and immediately saw a blue-black, tumorous, pus-laden face on the stone couch.

At first glance, it seems that the old man has died of poison this week.

When Fang Yuan saw it, he breathed a sigh of relief: "It's done!" ”

knew that although Master Zhou looked terrible at this time, he had already narrowly picked up a small life.

The poison of the lover's drunkenness penetrates deep into the bone marrow, and it is difficult to show symptoms on the outside, and over time, it is the poison that cannot be helped.

But now the poison is outward, but it is a symbol that has been forced out.

"But looking at this appearance, the poisoning is deep enough, I'm afraid it's not a day or two!"

Seeing this, Fang Yuan shook his head, fed Old Man Zhou another pill of Hades, and immediately cut his arm, pierced the acupoint with a silver needle, and released poisonous blood.

After tossing like this for half an hour, Master Zhou's breath completely turned stable, the pus on his face disappeared, and there was a faint trace of blood, and he saw that he had been rescued.

"Hoo ......"

Fang Yuan wiped the fine sweat from his forehead, and he also let out a long breath.

If he had to rely on the Zhou family's evidence to issue an alibi for himself, he would not have invested so heavily on Master Zhou in one go.

The amount of poisonous dragon grass is not much, and the number of Hades Ti is limited, and he also needs Hades Ti as a backing when he practices black sand palms and extracts toxins.

'That's cheap, you old boy......

Fang Yuan said silently in his heart, pressed the machine bracket, and opened the stone door of the practice meditation room.

Click! Click!

With the sound of the machine, the boulder door the size of a grinding disc automatically moved to the side, and the dazzling sunlight poured down.

"Little layman, what's wrong!"

Outside, Zhou Wenwu, Zhou Wenxin's brothers and sisters, and Lin Benchu's foresters, were all waiting anxiously, with uneasy expressions on their faces.

"All the best!"

Fang Yuan naturally took care of everything at this time, let Zhou Wenwu go in, and hugged out the old man Zhou, who had been pulled back from the Ghost Gate.

"He's fine, remember to prescribe some warm medicine, recuperate for a while, and he can recover as before!"

The poison of the lover's drunkenness is not only like a maggot on the tarsal bones, but also through those great tonic medicines, which have grown stronger before.

Therefore, the Zhou family tried their best to find something to cherish the medicinal materials and give them to Old Man Zhou to enjoy, which was completely urging his life.

Fang Yuan also knew from this that there must be internal ghosts in the Zhou family.

However, he has no friendship with the Zhou family, but there is no need to mention this.

"Please also ask the little layman to be merciful and keep the old man here for a few days!"

Zhou Wenwu hurriedly checked it, with a happy look on his face, and bowed down.

"It's okay, but outside the valley, I like to be quiet and don't want to be disturbed!"

Fang Yuan touched his chin and nodded in agreement.

Since he has taken over saving people, he naturally has to save them to the end, otherwise if he returns to Zhou's house and is assassinated again, who is it?

"Haha, the virtuous nephew's medical skills, I don't think it's inferior to the slightest bit of a conscience layman!"

The forester's eyebrows fluttered, and he had a little regret in his heart.

"Well, I'm tired today, you guys don't send it slowly!"

Fang Yuan flicked his sleeves, revealing the intention of rushing people.

In normal times, everyone would only think that this young man was too bold and reckless, but at this time, in the face of a divine doctor who can raise up dead people and flesh and bones, he suddenly felt a lot more awe, and immediately withdrew from the valley, his demeanor was quite respectful.

After all, Old Man Zhou's hand was still on Fang Yuan's body, even if they were not sure that they would not be injured or sick in the future, and they would ask Fang Yuan for a day, so they were all extremely polite.

After all the troubles left, Fang Yuan suddenly let out a sigh.

At this time, there are such a large number of witnesses, not to mention Song Yujie's matter, whether Elder Song can suspect him is still two different things, even if there are doubts, these are enough to dispel.

……

Aoba Castle.

Before a ruin.

"Jer?"

Elder Song is in his fifties, and Song Yujie is an old man to him, and he cherishes it very much.

At this time, when he heard the news of the upheaval, he couldn't even take care of the help at hand, Pegasus rushed over, looking at the ruins of Song Zhigao's mansion, looking stunned.

"Elder Song, the maids and servants in the mansion before have all been brought, and there are a lot of them!"

More than a dozen disciples of the Guiling Sect bowed down, revealing a group of maids and servants who were cowering behind them.

Although Fang Yuan killed people and set fires that day, he did not kill innocents indiscriminately, and many subordinates robbed the gold and silver of the master's family, preparing to fly away.

But at this time, all of them are here, which shows the amazing energy in Song Zhong's hands.

"Say! Tell the events of the day word for word! ”

Song Zhong's face was unwavering, his eyelids were drooping, and his tone was indifferent, but it was very easy to recall the tranquility before the storm.

"Elder Song spare his life!"

A group of servant girls cried and cried, only begging for mercy: "It was a hat-fighting man who came in and killed Song Zhigao, as well as Song Gongzi, and it has nothing to do with us!" ”

"Yujie...... He's dead?! ”

Song Zhong muttered in disbelief, and then waved his hand, full of energy.

Poof!

More than a dozen big holes immediately exploded in the little guy who spoke, and blood gushed like a spring.

"Since Yujie is dead, why are you alive again?"

Song Zhong muttered, and immediately recruited a disciple: "Song San, you are my adoption, you have the most to my mind, go down immediately, torture these people strictly, I want everything from that hat man!" ”

"Yes, Master!"

Song San's expression was solemn, but there was a little ecstasy in his heart.

After all, Song Yujie was there, and he inherently blocked many people's opportunities.

At this time, he was sure that he was dead, and the opportunity for him to wait for his apprentice came.

If you can inherit the mantle and inheritance of Song Zhong, it will be a skyrocket!

'That murderer, although I don't know where you are, I still want to thank you...... Since you've already helped me once, let's help me a second time, and use your head to pave the way for me! ’

Song San smiled fiercely in his heart, but on the surface, he still made a solemn and sad attitude, clenched his fists: "Little junior brother's revenge, we must avenge it!" ”

"Hmm!"

Song Zhong was old and fine, and waved his hand to let Song San go down, but a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes.

Is it true that he doesn't know the minds of these disciples? It's just that they need to be used at this time, so I just have a little patience.

At present, the top priority is to avenge Yujie!

'Yujie has to be taught by my own hands, a body of martial arts has gone straight to the four levels, and he is good at returning to the spirit swordsmanship and heart tricks, even if he encounters the ordinary five levels on the rivers and lakes, it is enough to fight, how can he die? How can you die? ’

Song Zhong looked at the ruins, but muttered in his heart: "Could it be that a few enemies before me deliberately set up a situation?" ”

He couldn't have imagined that Song Yujie's death was actually full of accidents, but at this time, the more he thought about it, the more he deviated, and he targeted several of his old enemies.