Chapter 281: The grass and trees are filled with grief and anger

Chapter 281: The grass and trees are filled with grief and anger

"Look, Patriarch Fang Yang was injured by that red-haired old monster..."

"But the red-haired old monster was also injured..."

"The red-haired old monster is even more seriously injured!"

These Yang Clan disciples were not injured under the protection of Fang Yang and the mountain-protecting formation.

He was just beaten into disgrace and was in a miserable state.

Some people had most of their bodies buried in sand and gravel, and it was difficult for them to crawl out.

"Master Yue Fang's uncle was also seriously injured..." A disciple in the early stage of foundation building also said angrily.

"This old red-haired monster is so bad. He insulted Old Man Qi, who has taken care of us since childhood!"

"It's too much. It hurts Patriarch Fang Yang and Grandmaster Yue Fang who care about us. It's really hateful!"

The young disciple said angrily.

This disciple's name is Luo Ding, and he is an orphan.

His parents died when he was young, and his uncle had no money to support him, so he was finally sent to the Yangmen of the mortal world.

This is also a mortal Jianghu sect, which can be regarded as the lower house of Xiuzhenyang sect.

Luo Ding was selected into the Yangmen Inner Courtyard because of his good qualifications and good moral character.

Uncle Qi saw that he had pity on him and raised him as his own grandson, making him very cared for.

After becoming a cultivator, Fairy Yuefang also tried her best to teach him.

These years have made him grow in leaps and bounds.

Because of his good qualifications, he advanced to become a foundation-building monk in just over ten years.

He also had great respect for Fairy Yue Fang, his great uncle.

Because I have had no parents since I was a child, I am particularly sensitive to the care of others.

He has regarded Old Uncle Qi and the sect elders who cared for him as his relatives.

Today, Luo Ding watched helplessly as Uncle Qi, who had cared for him wholeheartedly as a child, was humiliated. Seeing the teacher he admired in his heart being bullied, he felt as sad as a knife.

But he couldn't help because of his low strength, so he could only bite the resentment in his heart on his lips.

Unknowingly, he bit his lip and drew blood.

At this time, seeing that the arrogant and domineering ancestor Chifa seemed to be seriously injured, he rushed forward desperately.

"The red-haired old monster, today I must avenge Grandpa Qi and relieve the sect's hatred!"

Luo Ding said and ran out crazily.

He didn't care at all whether the other party had any tricks to save his life.

These disciples have all seen the fierce power of the ancestor Chifa just now, and they dare not do anything without permission.

But now that Luo Ding was taking the lead, the other monks suddenly became crazy.

Most Yangmen disciples are not high in cultivation.

It's not because they don't practice hard, but because they are new sect disciples and haven't practiced long enough.

They are all young and full of energy.

Under the leadership of Luo Ding, more than a hundred young monks rushed towards Ancestor Chifa like crazy.

"Protect yourself, don't hurt his life!"

Fang Yang had vaguely guessed that the ancestor Chifa's injuries at this time were similar to his own, and he could hardly use his true energy.

Just now, the ancestor of the Red Pharaoh was hit hard by Fang Yang when he was controlling the moving spirit stone, and he was seriously injured.

Then, he tried his best to control the sealing blow of the cultivator.

At this time, the ancestor of Chifa was almost exhausted.

Fang Yang had gradually calmed down after a big battle.

He also wanted to ask Ancestor Chifa about the true situation and future plans of Canglan Continent.

So he was afraid that these young monks would beat him to death.

After hearing Fang Yang's words, the Yang Clan disciples all restrained themselves a little.

Some used spiritual weapons and some used fists and kicks to punch and kick the injured ancestor Chi Fa.

"Crackling..." He gave Patriarch Chifa a good beating.

At this time, Patriarch Chifa was bullied by dogs.

If there were such a foundation-building monk in normal times, ten thousand of them would be beaten to a pulp by him.

But today he was seriously injured. If he hadn't been a Nascent Soul cultivator with an excellent physique and even comparable to the best spiritual weapons, he might have been beaten to death.

Even so, he felt aggrieved in his heart.

Fang Yang and the others seized this opportunity to swallow the elixir and speed up their healing.

Half an hour later, Fang Yang and the others had recovered three or four points of their skills with the help of Ten Thousand Years Spirit Milk.

And because the ancestor of Chifa has been bombarded by a bunch of juniors, he has no chance to take pills to adjust his breath.

Fang Yangping retreated from the many disciples who were fighting around the ancestor Chifa, quickly took out a white jade talisman, and stamped it on the forehead of the ancestor Chifa.

Ancestor Chifa suddenly felt the terrifying white light invade his Nascent Soul Purple Mansion.

Suddenly he couldn't even feel his Dantian.

"Sealing...Sealing Talisman..."

Ancestor Chifa said in stunned silence.

He has already vaguely guessed that this thing is probably from the immortal ancestor who is proficient in talismans.

Ancestor Chifa’s eyes were filled with surprise and uncertainty.

First, he was worried about his own situation, and at the same time, he was even more afraid of the powerful forces behind Fang Yang.

Even the Immortal Ancestor of the Transformation Stage would have to put a lot of thought into refining such a spirit-sealing talisman.

After the ancestor Chifa was attached to the spirit-sealing talisman, he suddenly became a mortal.

Fang Yang ignored him and moved Old Qi out of the Five Elements Compass.

At this time, although Old Uncle Qi had been treated by Xie Xueyi and the others, he still had not made much improvement.

The old man is still in a coma and his life is hanging by a thread.

After all, Old Man Qi is over 130 years old.

If he hadn't taken many life-prolonging elixirs, his lifespan would have been exhausted long ago.

Fang Yang's face was solemn, and his true energy was poured into Old Man Qi's body.

But he also found that Uncle Qi's body could not absorb spiritual energy.

Fang Yang was horrified, knowing that Uncle Qi might have lost his lifespan due to this incident and would not be able to survive.

Fang Yang refused to accept his fate and quickly took out a piece of Qing Ning Bi Lan Xian Cao, which he himself was reluctant to use.

This leaf had the most concentrated fairy spirit.

Fang Yang desperately extracted and refined the fairy spirit from it and quickly injected it into Uncle Qi's body.

Finally, with the intervention of the fairy spirit, Uncle Qi's body barely improved.

Fang Yang used the fairy spirit to tightly protect Uncle Qi's heart meridian near his dantian.

This way, Uncle Qi's body could be saved.

After a while, Uncle Qi opened his eyes weakly.

He saw Fang Yang's kind smile: "Yang'er, good boy, you're back..."

"Qi Bo and your parents miss you so much!"

Even though Uncle Qi was so badly injured, the pure feelings in his heart warmed Fang Yang's heart.

"Yang'er, I'm so happy that I can see you for the last time!"

"I'm so happy to see that Fengcheng is getting better and better and Yangmen is thriving!"

Because Uncle Qi was happy to see Fang Yang, he struggled to let Fang Yang help him up.

It seemed that his spirit looked much better.

However, Fang Yang was proficient in the art of elixir and Qihuang, and understood that this might be a bad sign of a last gasp.

"Qi Bo... Thank you for all these years..."

Seeing that Uncle Qi, who saved his life, suffered such a great disaster, Fang Yang felt like a knife in his heart, but for a moment he didn't know what to say.

Looking at the young Yangmen disciples around him, Uncle Qi raised a kind and peaceful smile at the corner of his mouth.

"The disciples of Yang Sect are very good. They are kind and brave. They practice harder and harder, just like you back then, just like you..."

As he spoke, Uncle Qi's voice became weaker.

Seeing this, Fang Yang immediately continued to activate the immortal spirit energy in the hope of saving Uncle Qi's life.

Although the effect was not good, it was the immortal spirit energy that surpassed the spiritual energy and the primordial energy, which made Uncle Qi recover a little.

"Yang'er, it's useless. Uncle Qi is old and useless, and his life span has also been exhausted!"

"Don't waste these precious spiritual energy for Uncle Qi anymore..."

Uncle Qi didn't know that Fang Yang was no longer using spiritual energy, but immortal energy.

"Uncle Qi, I won't let you die. I will definitely try my best to save you..." Fang Yang suddenly said to himself.

"By the way, Uncle Qi, I can use the seven-color mist lotus to recast your body!"

"Inject your soul into the new body, and you will definitely be reborn..."

Fang Yang thought frantically.

However, such an act is very dangerous. After all, Qi Bo's soul is very weak, and his life span is really exhausted.

If Fang Yang forced himself to do this, it would be against the will of heaven.

If he is not careful, he may go astray and be doomed.

"Yang'er, don't do this. Old man Qi is tired and wants to rest. Look, your aunt Qi and brother Qi Zhu are here to pick me up. I have made them wait too long, too long..."

Old man Qi's eyes were dull, but full of emotion.

For a moment, the softest part of Fang Yang's heart was touched, and tears could not stop flowing down.

Finally, Fang Yang, with tears in his eyes, stopped insisting and gradually released the immortal spirit that was constantly injected into Old Man Qi's body.

Without the support of the immortal spirit, the look on Old Man Qi's face dimmed, but there was more peace.

Old Man Qi nodded to Fang Yang with his last strength, and then fell asleep slowly and peacefully.

"Brother, Uncle Qi is gone..."

Fairy Yuefang was already in tears.

Many Yangmen disciples burst into tears when they heard this.

These disciples had received many favors in the past, and had long regarded Uncle Qi as an elder of their family.

Fang Yang held Uncle Qi's body, stayed quietly, and then let out a series of shrill howls to the sky.

The sound rushed into the sky, making the grass and trees mourn.

"Qingxu Sect, Lanlin Holy Sect! I will remember this vengeance!" Fang Yang shouted to the sky.

For a time, the entire Yangmen fell into grief.

It seemed that the sad mood infected this world.

Afterwards, a shrill rain fell from the sky.

Fang Yang used a stream of energy to protect Uncle Qi's body, but he was drenched in the rain.

The rain was getting heavier.

The bean-sized raindrops were afraid of hitting the ground, just like the heavy rain when Fang Yang left home...

Afterwards, Fang Yue immediately began to let his disciples clean up the battlefield.

Afterwards, Fang Yang and Fang Yue led many disciples to bury Uncle Qi.

"We must avenge Uncle Qi!"

Fang Yang had already begun to plan how to deal with another major sect in Linglan Mountain.

After burying Uncle Qi, Fang Yang also learned about the current situation of the Fang family from Fairy Yuefang.

Now the Fang family has a great influence in the mortal world.

Because the Shu Kingdom was in chaos, the younger brother Fang Mu had the world in his heart and launched an army of volunteers to fight in all directions.

With the support of Fang Yue and Yangmen, they have won after years of war.

Not only did the younger brother Fang Mu unify the original Shu Kingdom, but he also conquered a large territory in the north.

After the founding of the country, the country was renamed "Yang".

"Yang Kingdom!" Fang Yang smiled slightly.

Hearing this, Fang Yue couldn't help but think of the younger brother who followed behind her with a runny nose.

He could not have imagined that the little brat is now a founding monarch.

Fang Yang was quite relieved when he thought of this.

This time, because Yang Clan was in danger, Fang Yue had to arrange for her parents and some low-level disciples to hide in the Yang Kingdom Palace to avoid disaster.

Because Fang Yang's identity is special, Fang Yue and others have always hidden the relationship between the Xiuzhen family and Yang Kingdom, so few people know about it.

(When writing this chapter, tears fell like rain, and the fingers that typed on the keyboard were trembling. I couldn't control my emotions at all! I realized that I was really writing the book with my heart, and that was real emotion. I still have tears in the corners of my eyes now, hey... shame! I hope everyone will support me. It's late at night, and I wish you all a good dream!)