Super Golden Eye

Immediately after getting out of the car, two young people walked over and asked politely, "Is this Mr. Fang Yang?"

Fang Yang nodded: "It's me, you are?"

The person on the left said: "Under Jiang Songming, Elder Jiang Huawen is my uncle. I have been waiting for Mr. Fang for a long time at the order of my uncle."

Fang Yang didn't mean the slightest embarrassment: "If you want to, I don't know when you will arrive, otherwise I will come here soon."

Jiang Songming was very generous and didn't feel unhappy: "I didn't communicate well with Mr. Fang. Now we are boarding? Uncle Uncle is still waiting in Qingcheng."

The evil fist didn't hit the smiley, and Fang Yang couldn't stand up anymore: "Let's go." Baofu watched Fang Yang board the plane, and then drove away.

Although this small passenger plane was incomparable to Fang Yang's special plane, no one cared. What's more, there are many rare mountain fruits that only Kunlun Mountain can produce, and they are also a kind of enjoyment.

After the plane landed, Jiang Songming drove Fang Yang directly up the mountain. This section of the journey is no stranger, but I have gone through it several times, but my mood is quite different.

Until the end of the mountain road, Jiang Songming stopped the car and Fang Yang said, "Mr. Fang, the car can only drive up to here, and you have to rely on it."

Fang Yang stretched his waist and said, "If you can't drive a car, there is any way, just exercise."

The two got out of the car and walked one after the other towards the back mountain of Qingcheng Mountain. Although Jiang Songming didn't look like Fang Yang at his age, his knowledge was amazing.

In particular, he knows a lot about some strange things and strange things in the ancient martial arts, coupled with his outstanding eloquence, let Fang Yang listen with gusto, and he is not afraid of being boring.

Talking and walking, he soon arrived outside the mountain gate. Jiang Songming input a trace of true energy on the nearby Zhike stone, and soon the gate of the mountain appeared, and Jiang Huawen walked out with the two children.

Fang Yang and Jiang Huawen said hello: "Elder Jiang, we seem to see each other often these days."

Jiang Huawen smiled heartily: "Haha, it's good to see me often, so I'm younger too. If I can meet every day, it's best."

This sounded like a joke, but it also secretly took the opportunity to throw an olive branch to Fang Yang. How could Fang Yang fail to hear: "Everything is possible. Who can tell the rest?"

Although he didn't give a letter of approval, he didn't block the road. Jiang Huawen naturally wouldn't force Fang Yang too much: "That's what it said, go in, I've already made arrangements for you."

"Please!" Fang Yang followed Jiang Huawen into the gate of Qingcheng Mountain.

At the entrance of the mountain gate, there are eight second-generation disciples. Seeing Fang Yang coming in, he bowed and saluted together: "Welcome brother back to the mountain."

Fang Yang was a little surprised and quickly waved his hand: "Several juniors, don't do this. I am no longer a Qingcheng disciple, and I can't afford it."

A second-generation disciple headed by the leader said sincerely: "Brother, no matter where you are, we will remember the glory and legends you have brought to Qingcheng Mountain! We are proud of you!"

"Thank you, thank you everyone."

A few unpretentious words made Fang Yang's eyes moist. He doesn't have a strong sense of belonging to Qingcheng Mountain, but this is also where Fang Yang dreamed of setting sail.

It was precisely because of Mount Qingcheng that Fang Yang was truly known to everyone, established his own fame and established his status.

Even if Fang Yang broke with the top of Qingcheng Mountain because of interests and various other reasons, there was still quite a high popularity among the group of young disciples.

Jiang Huawen obviously did not expect Fang Yang to be treated like this: "It seems that you are really popular."

Fang Yang and the on-duty disciple bid farewell to continue walking in: "It can only be said that the radish and green vegetables have their own love, where is the master?"

Jiang Huawen said: "Waiting for you in his own abode, just go directly."

As one of the seven Qingcheng sons, An Hongtao certainly has his own separate abode. After waiting outside, Fang Yang felt something was wrong.

At a distance of 100 meters away from the abode, you can see all kinds of people wandering around, seeming to be wandering, but their eyes never leave An Hongtao's abode.

Fang Yang couldn't help but rise in anger: "Elder Jiang, what's going on?"

Jiang Huawen knew why Fang Yang was angry, and explained: "You also know that so many sects have disciples missing. Now only your master is back, so naturally you want to understand the situation."

Fang Yang's face was sullen and he didn't speak, and strode forward. Guarding at the gate of the abode were four Qingcheng Mountain disciples. Seeing Fang Yang, they were also a little embarrassed: "Senior Brother Fang."

Fang Yang said coldly: "Don't call me brother, I'm no longer from Qingcheng Mountain. Open the door and I want to go in."

Jiang Huawen winked at the side, and the four of them immediately stepped aside, let the door open, and let them in.

Walking to the door of the inner room of the Abode, Fang Yang stopped suddenly and said to Jiang Huawen who was beside him: "Elder Jiang, I want to stay alone with Master for a while."

Jiang Huawen wanted to follow up and listen to what they said, but Fang Yang said that, a little embarrassed, and said angrily:

"Also, the gathering of masters and apprentices is also right, I will wait for you outside. But you have to remember that you will be back in half an hour, otherwise I can't explain it."

"If you agree, you won't be embarrassed." Fang Yang raised his foot on the steps, stood in front of the door, and said respectfully: "Master, disciple Fang Yang, please see me."

Soon, An Hongtao's somewhat unexpected voice came from the door: "Fang Yang, why are you here? Come in."

"Yes." Fang Yang stretched out his hand and pushed the door open. After entering, he closed the door with his backhands.

When I saw Hong Tao meditating in the main hall, I didn't see him for a few days. He lost a lot of weight and looked tired.

Fang Yang murmured: "Master, you have suffered a lot these days. I didn't let you come back, otherwise there would be such a thing."

An Hongtao's eyes are complicated: "The bitterness is not bitter, it's just a bit more experience. After all, this is my root, even if I die, I will choose to die here."

The tone is flat, but it makes people feel desperate. The self-confidence is An Hongtao, and his will to die! This worries Fang Yang:

"Master, you must want to start something. There is no hurdle to get through. Otherwise, I'll think of a way to pick you up?"

An Hongtao said with satisfaction: "No. You have this heart, and you are very satisfied with being a teacher. What's happening now is not just about Qingcheng Mountain, but the entire ancient martial arts world.

I don't want to cause you unnecessary trouble because of myself. What's more, at most it is asking me infinite questions, and it doesn't really do me anything. "

Fang Yang said angrily: "You are from Qingcheng Mountain, what right do others have to ask you? The other people in Qingcheng Mountain are dead? No one will come out to be fair?"

An Hongtao had a trace of sadness in his eyes: "Fang Yang, don't be impulsive. Didn't I tell you? It's already a matter for the entire ancient martial world, and it is not something Qingcheng Mountain can fully bear."

"Master has worked hard for Qingcheng Mountain all his life, but in the end he couldn't get even the most basic respect. Is it really meaningful? In the end, what did you get?"

Fang Yang didn't have a lot of affection for Qingcheng Mountain, and now he is even more angry: "Master, you don't have to ask more about this matter, I will find a solution by myself and take you down the mountain!"