Xuanhuan: the Way of Heaven Revolves Around Me

　　"Tens of thousands of years ago, the nine factions were stipulated that they would pay tribute to the Holy Land every [-] years, but I don't know when this tribute has become necessary for the Holy Land to ask for it... But this is also a way of allowing the Holy Land to step on. Because of the opportunity for the nine families to gain prestige, I let the rules become what they are now."

　　"Is that so? What if the Holy Land accidentally rolls over?"

　　"Then flip the table."

　　The person who answered was Cang.

　　He's still obsessed with carving, but that doesn't stop him from paying attention to this topic:

　　"But it's not very good to flip the card table in person, so we should wait for a while and find a reason to deal with the one that caused the situation."

　　"..."

　　Is it so scary?

　　However, the nine houses have not changed for tens of thousands of years, and it is clear that the Holy Land has never overturned.

　　The little saint took a bite of the pastry.

　　But he just ate half of it, then put it into his sleeve and let the evil god taste it.

　　... The evil god seems to like to stay with him a little now.

　　Fang Mingjing also finds it very interesting. Although he is a little afraid of snakes, the only exception is the evil god.

　　Gu Shiyun gently bumped him.

　　Fang Mingjing felt very comfortable.

　　He made a coquettish voice, turned around and fell into the arms of the beautiful woman Wen Xiang, causing Gu Shiyun to let out a warm chuckle.

　　Looking at this scene, Yu Qingyue realized that the little saint was very well-behaved with his aunt, but she was very skinny when she was here.

　　"Is the mirror going to take a break between entering the room?"

　　".〃Hmm~"

　　"Then just tell Elder Yu and Elder Cang."

　　"I know~"

　　After that, Fang Mingjing and Gu Shiyun entered the room.

　　The evil god also came out of his sleeve, and she herself had a room next door.

　　Gu Shiyun took him to the edge of the bed and sat down.

　　The room was quiet.

　　It was so quiet that people's voices became softer without realizing it.

　　"Is Jing'er very hungry already?"

　　The beautiful woman's voice was gentle.

　　What she is wearing today is a close-fitting cyan dress, which sets off her exquisite and plump figure.Her face without makeup is extremely beautiful, her red lips are lustrous, and she has a warm and gentle expression, and she is dignified in her elegance.

　　"Well... I always wanted to tell my aunt when I was outside the city just now."

　　The beautiful (promised) woman was gently stroking his hair.

　　After hearing this, Su's hand, which was placed behind his head, could not help but gently bring him into his arms.

　　The little guy himself knows how to untie it.

　　"good……"

　　"Jian'er don't have to be in such a hurry."

　　"Take your time, auntie won't run."

　　"What a lovely child..."

　　The beautiful woman could not help coaxing him in a gentle voice.

　　At this moment, a faint blush appeared on her mature and beautiful face, her eyelids drooped slightly, and her long eyelashes seemed to tremble slightly with joy.

　　During the whole process, Gu Shiyun stared at him with gentle eyes, and patted the back of the child in her arms with her slender hands. Seeing that he was a little anxious, she couldn't help straightening her slender waist and moving forward to make it easier for him to eat.purchase.

Chapter 405

　　After one night, the news of the Son of Chongxiao defeating Yun Family Yun Jian completely spread out.

　　Not surprisingly, the news caused an uproar.

　　Although the outside world did not expect this, this fact was still too shocking. After all, according to the rumors, that battle seemed to be extraordinarily easy for the Holy Son of Chongxiao.

　　unimaginable.

　　For those who had not been able to witness the beginning and end of the war, the news seemed like a fantasy.

　　Whether it is the fact that the Holy Son of Chongxiao can still have such overwhelming power when he is challenged by the step-up, or it is simply that his cultivation base has broken through the robbery habitat, everything is unbelievable.

　　However, judging from the silent attitude of the Yun family, these rumors are obviously correct.

　　For a time,

　　The remaining aristocratic families and dynasties all felt astonished and heavy at the same time.

　　But their reaction will not affect Fang Mingjing in any way. Unless they take the initiative to show their weakness and offer their worship, otherwise they will be walked on.

　　After the Yun family's goal is the Xie family.

　　Before the chariots of the Holy Land left early in the morning, Yun Qingyu, the head of the Yun family, came forward to greet each other again, and also sent some information about the contemporary talents of several other forces that the Yun family knew.

　　Of course, this move can't be called flattering, but the Yun family hopes that the Son of Chongxiao can quickly defeat the arrogances of the other families, so that the Yun family will not be embarrassed alone.

　　"Ah, it's beautiful here."

　　After leaving Yun's house, the chariot of the Holy Land passed a village.

　　It's a very peaceful place.

　　The sky is a soothing azure blue.

　　The wind is also comfortable.

　　If you walk for a while to the right after passing the village entrance, you will see patches of golden wheat fields. The morning sun falls, and the fresh wheat scent will make your nose ticklish, and you can't help sneezing.

　　"Really good."

　　Gu Shiyun sighed softly.

　　"This place is a bit remote, but our arrival is a little disturbing."

　　This village is just an ordinary village.

　　There is nothing strange in the vicinity, and there are hardly any monsters. The people living here are completely ordinary people who have nothing to do with practitioners, living a life of sunrise and sunset.

　　There are many places like this in Zhongruo Continent.

　　Therefore, when the chariots of the Holy Land passed by, their peaceful life was like a water surface suddenly thrown by a stone, causing waves of waves, and everyone seemed nervous and flustered.

　　But Fang Mingjing and the others didn't do anything, they just passed by.

　　The waves on the water often calm down quickly, and for Fang Mingjing and others, this is just a small piece of scenery that happened to be seen on the road.

　　"Fortunately, it wasn't snowing today, otherwise it would cause trouble for people."

　　Fang Mingjing said so.

　　Immediately, he suddenly approached Yu Qingyue.

　　"what happened?"

　　Yu Qingyue looked at him gently with a little searching eyes.

　　At this moment, she was sitting in meditation with a book in her hand and a cup of tea on the table by her hand. Her charming and beautiful face was full of elegant intellectuality.

　　"What is the master doing?"

　　"Read a book."

　　"Let me be healthy."

　　Little Saint Child didn't bother anyone at all, he raised Yu Qingyue's hand holding the book, and went in and sat on her lap.

　　After finishing this action, he looked good again.

　　Yu Qingyue laughed dumbly.

　　However, she liked Fang Mingjing very much, so after picking him up a little, she opened the book again.

　　The little saint is going to be healthy.

　　But can't understand.

　　This book is neither a novel nor a picture book, and it is not even a word he knows at all, and it is densely packed there, just looking at it feels exhausting...

　　"I don't understand," he muttered. "What is this?"

　　"A book on the pharmacology of alchemy."

　　"Alchemy?"

　　Fang Mingjing remembered Yu Qingyue's research on alchemy.

　　But he felt boring.

　　Speaking of which, Fang Mingjing didn't want to know about alchemy before. After all, it is like this in the novels. Once the protagonist is involved in alchemy, he will be able to get started and master the alchemy book or the alchemy recipe as soon as he gets it.

　　However, after the little saint went to the Danfeng Hall, the fourth elder gave him a very thick stack of books, saying that after reading these books and understanding the basic pharmacology and knowing how to extract the medicinal power, he could try to learn the alchemy technique. .

　　The little saint slid away on the spot.

　　"..."

　　Seeing that Yu Qingyue was still staring at the contents of the scroll, Fang Mingjing twisted slightly, reached out to her waist like a willow, and scratched on it.

　　no response.

　　Fang Mingjing paused, then scratched again.

　　"What is this doing?"