"Shameless!" Wu Yu'er was obviously stunned, and then her face turned red with shame, although she didn't know what Fang Zhengzhi meant to fuck her.

However, she could see clearly the smile on Fang Zhengzhi's face, which was a shameless smile.

"Qingyi's injury should be almost healed, right?" Fang Zhengzhi did not mean to explain to Wu Yu'er. After thinking about it, he spoke again.

"What? You don't even let go of the light-coat?"

"..." Fang Zhengzhen gave Wu Yu'er a look of contempt. What a mess? Why can't he interpret what he said with such a pure person?

...

Qingyi was finally brought over by Wu Yuer.

Since his identity was revealed, Qingyi has never shown herself as a villager, but she still has the same black clothes and a black hat.

"Sir, are you looking for me?" Qingyi stopped when she came to Fang Zhengzhi's three steps in front of him, and then respectfully bowed to Fang Zhengzhi.

"How is the injury?" Fang Zhengzhi glanced at Qingyi, then pointed to the chair next to him, indicating that Qingyi could sit down and talk.

But Qingyi obviously had no intention of sitting down, so she just nodded slightly, then she lifted a corner of her clothes and took a very serious look.

"The injuries have basically recovered. Thank you, Lord Gong, for your care!"

"..." Fang Zhengzheng looked at the corner of the clothes that had covered Qingyi's body again, and his expression froze for a moment. Then, he shook his head helplessly: "Qingyi, do you know why I left you in Beishan Village?"

"Qingyi's guard is not strong, please punish me!" Qingyi also thrust down and her forehead hit the ground.

"..." Fang Zhengzhi was speechless again, but he had no way to blame him because he knew that Qingyi had grown up in the Shadow Gate since childhood.

He was raised as a sword servant and accepted the sword servant's thoughts. The deep-rooted master-servant relationship had already flowed into Qingyi's blood and could not be changed at all.

"Get up, what I want to say is not this. I mean asking you...you know why I left you in Beishan...ah, it seems that this is the same. Forget it, I will just say it. I left you in Beishan Village with a purpose of hoping that you can protect my parents, but many people can do this. Why do I have to let you do it? Can you understand what I mean?"

"Qingyi understands that it is because Qingyi is loyal enough!"

"Okay, besides this, there is actually another reason, which is that it has something to do with yourself." Fang Zhengzhi knew that he could not continue to ask, so he could only be more straightforward.

"It has something to do with Qingyi? Please make clear to the Lord."

"It's very simple. I think your cultivation has reached a bottleneck. If you concentrate on practicing swords, you can be the unparalleled vulture. This is very good. At the same time, your sword is sharp enough, which is also very good, but..." Fang Zhengzhi said halfway, looking at Qingyi with a humble and respectful face in front of him. For some reason, he suddenly turned red: "Okay, actually, I don't know much about cultivation. But I want to give you a suggestion."

"Please give me advice." Qingyi heard this, her body that had stood up fell to her knees again, her face full of humility and respect.

"Ahem, I can't tell you. I just think your sword is too sharp. It can only advance but not retreat. The old saying goes, "The most strong is easy to break, and the best is like water. Can you... understand what I mean?"

"I understand, what you mean by offering to the adults is to be as gentle as water, right?"

"Um."

"Qingyi, please ask the priest, what should I do?"

"Oh... you can understand what I said, but you can't do what I said. In fact, I put you in Beishan Village just hope you can understand this on your own."

"The light-clothing is stupid, which disappoints the worshipper."

"It doesn't count. Actually, I haven't even become a saint at that time. I really understand, but it doesn't matter. Forget it, you go and do something."

"Please give me instructions!"

"You try to chat with the people in the village, and then help them do some farm work." Fang Zhengzhi touched his forehead and chatted with Qingyi. It was impossible to pretend to be deep.

Because, in Qingyi's heart, observing orders is always the first priority, and in this case, any words of Fang Zheng can only be conveyed in the form of orders.

"Yes, Qingyi will go now!" Qingyi turned around and left without even asking, and soon disappeared into the courtyard.

After Qingyi disappeared, Wu Yu'er's little head came in from the gate of the courtyard again, and there was a strange light in her black eyes.

"You call Qingyi, you just want her to chat with the villagers and do farm work, right?" Wu Yu'er obviously didn't understand. After all, it was a bit unsuitable to ask a sword servant to do such a thing, or it was a bit of a slight slightest use of a slaughter to kill chickens.

"Yes, haven't you heard it all?" Fang Zhengzhi nodded.

"I don't believe it. You must have had any conspiracy. Tell me, are you interested in Qingyi? If you really like it, this sect leader said, Qingyi will be yours tonight. Wait a minute, you wouldn't betrothed Qingyi to the people of Beishan Village? That sect leader is not willing..."

Wu Yu'er muttered to herself, while Fang Zhengzhi slowly closed her eyes, leaned against the chair, found a comfortable position to lie down, and ignored Wu Yu'er.

"Hey, shameless guy, are you talking?"

"You will understand after a while." Fang Zhengzhi replied casually, not even opening his eyes, but there was another world in his eyes.

In that world, it is also a scene of Beishan Village, but unlike the real world, Beishan Village in that world has only black and white.

...

In the black and white world, Qingyi came to a villager, greeted him, and carefully proposed to help the villagers carry farm tools.

The result was that the villagers refused with panic.

"Miss Qingyi, you are a big shot. This kind of thick and dirty farm work is not done by a big shot like you. Girl Qingyi begs you, so don't give up my years."

"..." Qingyi's hand stopped in front of the farm tools, and the expression on her face looked a little unnatural, but she had no intention of giving up and continued to look for the villagers doing farm work in the village.

They asked and chatted one by one until they turned the entire village around, and Qingyi finally walked towards the courtyard again.

Fang Zhengzheng's eyes opened at this time, a silver-white light flashed in a flash, and a faint smile appeared unconsciously at the corner of his mouth.

"Shameless guy, you won't really fall in love with Qingyi, right? Is this sect leader so big, you are blind in front of you?" Wu Yu'er glanced at Qingyi who was standing at the gate of the yard, then looked at Fangzheng who opened her eyes again, and her face turned strange.

"Are you rejected?" Fang Zhengzhi ignored Wu Yu'er, but sat down again and looked at Qingyi standing at the gate of the courtyard.

"Please forgive me for your sins and swear..."

"Switch another method and try it." Fang Zhengzhi interrupted Qingyi's words, and then pointed his finger to the east: "Uncle Li is chopping wood. Try to praise Uncle Li's sword technique first, and then ask Uncle Li to teach you, and then, use the sword technique that Uncle Li teaches you to help him do the farm work."

"Yes!" Qingyi nodded again, still without any doubts or any inquiries, and turned her head and walked towards the east.

Wu Yu'er's eyes lit up at this time. She looked at Qingyi who was leaving, then looked at the square and upright smile in front of her, and her eyes also turned, as if she was thinking about something.

After a moment, Wu Yu'er also jumped up, feeling like she was thinking of something very amazing and particularly reflecting her cleverness.

"Are you teaching Qingyi? Right?!"

"..." Fang Zhengzhi rolled his eyes at Wu Yu'er, but when he saw Wu Yu'er's expression of expectation, he replied meaningfully: "You are so smart!"

"Hmph, you told the truth." Wu Yu'er's face soon showed a bright smile. Then, her eyes looked at Dongfang, and then her body suddenly trembled: "Huh? How did you know that Uncle Li is chopping wood? I remember you have never left here?"

"If I say I have two pairs of eyes, do you believe it?" Fang Zhengzhi looked at Wu Yu'er's appearance, and the corner of his mouth raised again, and a bright smile appeared.

"I believe it, it's weird if I believe you!" Wu Yu'er replied to Fang Zhengzhi with contempt, and then muttered again: "It must be that you discussed with Uncle Li early in the morning, right?"

Fang Zhengzhi did not return to Wu Yu'er, but just gave her a middle finger casually, and then lay back again and closed her eyes.

...

The time of day passed quickly, followed by two days, three days, four days...

Qingyi used the method Fang Zhengzhen taught her and kept asking the villagers for the methods of doing farm work, and gradually integrated with the villagers of Beishan Village.

"I didn't expect that the girl in Qingyi was not only strong, but also humble and studious."

"That's right, not only is she studious, but she is also smart. I only taught her once, and the vegetables she grows are even more neat than mine!"

"Yes, this girl is really good. She used to think she was taciturn, but now she is suddenly cheerful, completely like a different person."

There was a discussion around in Beishan Village.

"Has he changed?" Qingyi in the corner of the wall listened to the villagers' discussions, and a thoughtful expression finally appeared in her eyes: "It's so tough and easy to break, and the best is like water... I, I seem to understand!"

"Do you understand? Hardness is yang, softness is yin. Some things can actually be changed. The same is true for practicing swords. It is good to have a sword fast enough, but it is not necessarily bad to be slow, because the speed of the sword slows down, so you can have more thoughts and more changes when you draw the sword." A figure appeared behind Qingyi.

Qingyi's body trembled, and then he fell to the ground and kowtowed three times to the figure: "Qingyi, thank you for your advice!"

"No need to thank me, I'm helping you, but in fact it's like helping myself." Fang Zhengzhi shook his head, and then helped Qingyi, who was kneeling on the ground.

In fact, he thought a lot during this period, such as what Yun Qingwu has been doing in the past few years, and he has talked about these things with Wu Yuer.

But there is a little...

But he never said it.

That is, Yun Qingwu’s true strength is not just strategy, but extraordinary control ability. A spark can start a prairie fire. As long as Yun Qingwu has ten soldiers, she can conquer a village with these ten soldiers, and then turn the number of people into one hundred, another thousand, ten thousand, or even one hundred thousand.

"A person's strength can always be just one person. Yun Qingwu, the war between us is now the real beginning!" Fang Zhengzhi narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at Cangling Mountain, the direction of Blood Cinema, as if there was another world there.

I don’t know how long it took, a silver-white light finally flashed in Fang Zhengzhi’s eyes, and then a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: “Yes, this first shot will start with you!”

...

Half a month later.

The autumn wind is coming, and the wolf smoke rises.

The situation in the southern region is not good now, and it can even be said to be extremely bad. A month ago, the most central Holy Mountain City had been occupied. Then, Yun Qingwu easily issued an order from the Holy Mountain City as the Shan royal family, summoning the Nanling Tribe and the Iron Bing Tribe back to the Holy Mountain City for rescue.

Although the two chiefs of the Nanling Tribe and the Tieqiu Tribe felt that something was different, how could they ignore the Holy Mountain City in an emergency?

The result was obvious that before the soldiers of the Nanling Tribe and the Ironqiu Tribe reached the city of Holy Mountain, hundreds of thousands of elite demon soldiers of the demon clan had already been killed from the Blood Cinema and captured the two strong cities of Nanling and Ironqiu in one fell swoop.

And now, the four tribes, including the Flame Crow, Shi Zun, Cold Ape, Lei Lion, have lost three, and only Lei Lion is left, and only one tribe is still holding on.

"King, the Southern Region has been lost. Please keep the bloodline of the Shan clan for the future of the Southern Region... and escape!" On the city wall of the Lei Shi Tribe, three chiefs from the Luo tribe knelt on the ground, each of them dyed with bright red blood, and one of them had his arms broken.

"Escape? Where to escape?" Shan Yu, wearing a long animal leather skirt, looked at the demon army that had approached a mile of the Lei Shi Tribe in the distance, and a kind of confusion in his eyes showed.

It can be seen that the mountain rain is now extremely tired, with dust stained on the wheat-colored skin, but these mountain rains are obviously no longer caring much.

Because, as the three chiefs said, it is impossible for the Southern Region to be held firm now.
Chapter completed!