After the old woodcutter was frightened, he immediately realized that it was not that he was not aware of it, but that he no longer paid attention to what was going on in the Mountain Temple.
It's like a Void Refining Realm is just an ant to a true immortal. If an ant appears dozens of feet behind you, will you care?
I saw the old woodcutter put down the firewood again, and then a flash of fairy light fell in front of Fang Jian. He looked at him and said in wonder: "You're not dead? You're not dead?"
Fang Jian looked at the old woodcutter indifferently and said, "Since you said that, you must know what happened? Right?"
"Of course I know that you have been plotted by someone using magical powers." The old woodcutter said: "Supernatural powers are unpredictable and even harder to resist. They are the things that immortals understand from the Tao Fruit. They are the closest thing to the rules of heaven and are hard to guard against. .”
Hearing this, Fang Jian asked in a solemn voice: "Can magical powers hurt people anytime and anywhere?"
The old woodcutter shook his head and said: "That's not the case. Although I am also a true immortal, I have not yet understood the magical powers. But I also know that such magical powers that hurt people generally require a medium for the injured person. For example, essence and blood , hair, or even a qi machine... As long as there is a medium, it can come in an instant and kill people invisible. Or the person who uses the magical power has mastered the specific location and location of the victim, and it can also be done. of."
After hearing this, Fang Jian's heart suddenly became clear, "It's Wu Xiang, the bird man!"
The old woodcutter frowned and asked doubtfully: "Master Wuxiang is from the Demon Mansion of Mingquan Mountain? How are you sure it's him?"
Fang Jian said calmly: "First, he has sufficient reasons to kill me. Second, my Yuquan Peak Mountain Temple is right next to his Mingquan Mountain Demon Mansion. As long as I come towards Yuquan Peak, there will be cranes flying in the sky along the way. The eyes of a clan.”
"Do you have any evidence?" the old woodcutter asked.
Fang Jian shook his head and said, "No, but I'm basically sure it's him."
The old woodcutter chuckled and said, "The magical power itself has the ability to conceal the secrets of heaven. Since you have no evidence, you can't cause trouble for him."
Fang Jian snorted coldly and said: "The current Heavenly Court is too cautious. They are afraid of disasters and look forward and backward in everything they do. Doesn't it mean that there is no disaster in being cautious? In my opinion, this kind of thing will destroy the entire Xihua Prefecture. All the demon cultivators above Yang Shen realm will be captured and beheaded, and the culprit will definitely not be missed!"
When the old woodcutter heard this, his face suddenly changed, and he hurriedly said: "It's better to be cautious. What if you kill the wrong person? As the ruler of the three realms, Heavenly Court should act fairly and fairly."
Fang Jian stared at the old woodcutter and said, "Are you saying that because you are also a member of the Xihua Prefecture Demon Immortal?"
The old woodcutter's eyes flashed, and he turned to say: "Let's not talk about this for now, how did you escape the supernatural strangulation? This is too outrageous, I am not sure that I, a true immortal, can escape."
Seeing him asking this, Fang Jian said casually: "I don't know about that. How do I avoid being strangled by magical powers? How do I know?"
The old woodcutter's eyes widened instantly, "How could you not know?"
Fang Jian said: "Listen carefully: if you know something, you know it; if you don't know it, you don't know it. Bodhi has no tree, and white deer are shot by snow falling from the sky..."
"Okay, okay." The old woodcutter quickly interrupted Fang Jian and muttered: "It's nonsense. If you don't want to say it, forget it."
"Haha." Fang Jian asked the old woodcutter, "Can you sing the song I taught you last time?"
The old woodcutter turned around and glared at Fang Jian, saying, "What kind of song is that? The tune is very strange. I've never heard it before."
"So you haven't learned it yet? Such a simple song, you are a fairy, how can you be dumber than a mortal." Fang Jian said in surprise.
The old woodcutter sat on the ground, then grabbed a tattered xylophone from his sleeve and fiddled with it while saying, "I can sing, but I haven't tuned the piano yet."
Fang Jian came over and sat down next to the old woodcutter. He raised his eyes to look at the xylophone, then shook his head and said, "You are a fairy, why don't you change it to a better one?"
"Is there a difference between a good harp and a bad harp? Aren't they all playing music?" The old woodcutter moved a little to the side and whispered, "Why are you sitting so close?"
Fang Jian didn't care at all. He sat cross-legged with his chin in his hands and looked at the broken harp in the old woodcutter's hand. The Nine Dragon Scepter in his soul kept flashing, but he ignored it.
After a cup of tea, the old woodcutter adjusted the tone, turned to look at Fang Jian, and said, "I sang."
"Sing." Fang Jian said with a smile.
The old woodcutter cleared his throat, and then plucked the strings with a pair of rough hands. As Gong Shangjiao Zhengyu's voice sounded, the old woodcutter's old voice also sang along.
"It is rare to be silent in the years, and the autumn wind is tired of wandering..."
"Hehe." As the old woodcutter's aged voice sang Xiaoyao Tan, Fang Jian's face suddenly showed a wicked smile.
At this moment, a fairy light flashed across the horizon, and then the general who was captured and killed, holding a magic weapon on his pillow, flew to the Yuquan Peak on white clouds.
Fang Jian had already noticed General Capture and Kill, and General Capture and Kill also noticed Fang Jian. His eyes lit up, and then he flew towards Fang Jian as if he was relieved.
When the general who captured and killed fell next to Fang Jian, Fang Jian pointed to the hay beside him and said: "Sit down."
The general who captured and killed glanced at the old woodcutter, and then sat on the ground next to Fang Jian.
"Laughing and sighing are poor, but the madness of the past and the present will eventually come to nothing."
The old woodcutter had already sung the first high-pitched part, and Fang Jian, the general who was capturing and killing the general, sent a voice message to Fang Jian: "Suppressor, Hong Yuanhua, who you sent to Shen Yun Mountain to guard, was driven back and was seriously injured. Fortunately, He was escorted all the way by the Water God of Xiaoer River, and then he returned to Luoyan Ridge with all his life, and his injuries have now been cured by Master Wei Sheng."
Fang Jian nodded and said, "I already know about Hong Yuanhua's expulsion."
Fang Zhen looked at him and said: "But Hong Yuanhua said that you had been killed, and he swore that it was Master Wuxiang and the others who did it. After hearing the report, Empress Wenlin and Master Weisheng checked the immortal in the Immortal Official Jade Plate. I found nothing unusual about your immortal name in the official roster, but you haven’t responded to the Nine Dragon Scepter, so I sent me to take a look.”
Hearing this, Fang Jian replied: "When I was practicing today, someone did use magical powers to harm me, but they escaped with the help of this fellow Taoist."
Fang Zhen was shocked when he heard this: "Is this really happening? Can you hide with magical powers? How to hide?"
Fang Jian looked at the old woodcutter who was singing and said: "This...he didn't want to tell me, he only knew that it was a way to die on his behalf. In order to prevent that man from having murderous intentions again, I restrained my magic power. , all messages will not be answered.”
"Do you know who it is?" Fang Zhen asked.
Fang Jian shook his head and said, "We don't know yet, but he must think I'm dead, so all he has to do now is wait."
"What are you waiting for?" Fang Zhen asked.
Fang Jian said: "After all the Longshou Mountain Range is mapped, the general can report my matter to Master Wei Sheng and Empress Wen Lin. It is best to let Luoyan Ridge also create the illusion that I have been killed."
Fang Zhen looked at Fang Jian and said, "In that case, how about you come back to Luoyan Ridge with me? It's safer this way."
Fang Jian shook his head and said: "Don't worry, as a mountain god, as long as I am within the scope of the mountain temple, my energy will be blocked by the temple. And if it is really their hands, they will never dare to do it in person." Come here. If I leave Yuquan Peak, I will be easily exposed."
Fang Zhen stared at Fang Jian closely, then nodded and said: "Okay, I understand, Zhen Fu will be careful in everything."
Fang Jian smiled and said, "Don't worry, I know what's going on."
Fang Zhen then stood up, bowed to Fang Jian, then turned and left. When he turned around, he said to the old woodcutter: "What song are you singing? It sounds weird..."
Then Fang Zhen rose into the sky and turned into a fairy light and flew out of Yuquan Peak.
"...When the tears dry up and blood fills my eyes, and the white snow flies, everything turns red..." Fang Zhen left, and the old woodcutter finished his song.
After a long time, the old woodcutter sighed and said: "Although this song has a strange melody, it is always free and melancholy after singing, which makes people feel infinite emotion. This is considered a good song. Who composed it?" ?”
Fang Jian looked at the thousands of mountains and ridges covered with snow outside Yuquan Peak. He immediately sat up straight and said, "A man named Li Xiaoyao."
