Chapter 111

It was dark and night fell.

Fang Xuan found a piece of land with beautiful mountains and rivers. A city is located 100000 miles away, and there are wild animals and spirits nearby.

"Here we are." Fang Xuan put down the small world.

Vaguely, the small and medium-sized world melts into a mountain and into the void.

"Thank you, benefactor Fang."

The moment Fang Xuan entered the small world, he saw huijue.

Beside huijue, there are Wutong and Wuming. Two little Shamis red eyes and wipe tears.

"You're safe, but you can't go out for some time in the future." Fang Xuan explained.

This small world can be completely self-sufficient.

With the existence of that village, there will be no population reduction here in the future.

At about the same time, the people of the white horse temple can go out and return to the outside world. Fang Xuan is not worried about whether they will be found.

White Horse Temple used to be a holy land. There are still some details. Naturally, there are means.

At the same time, there are old monks here. They can't compare with those big people, but it doesn't mean they are weak.

"Yes."

Hui Jue put his hands together.

He once again expressed his sincere thanks.

Not only him, many monks in the White Horse Temple bent down to thank Fang Xuan.

"Maobai, we should go." Fang Xuan shouted.

Maobai is seriously studying the emperor array. This old immortal is very curious about the destiny emperor array. He can create a small world for the emperor. How does Fang Xuan do it.

"Are you leaving? Fang Xuan, didn't you say to guard ten days?"

The cat is white.

"Don't you really want to leave?"

Fang Xuan smiled.

The cat rolled his eyes. It was right that he wanted to go, but it was before the crisis. Now there is no crisis. It's good to rub the White Horse Temple.

"Benefactor Fang, are you leaving? Why don't you stay longer?"

Hui felt a sound.

His words did not ask Fang Xuan to protect the white horse temple for a few days, but worried that Fang Xuan would have something to do when he went out now.

Fang Xuan offended many big people in order to protect the White Horse Temple.

Why didn't huijue know this? That's why he said it.

"Little bald head, you worry about him. I'm afraid your heart will break."

The cat looked up and smiled strangely.

Fang Xuan seems to be a master of trouble. Hui Jue would be exhausted if he was really worried about Fang Xuan.

Hui Jue was stunned.

He doesn't quite understand what cat white means.

"Fang Xuan's enemy..." cat Bai was in a good mood and explained at will.

For a moment, huijue didn't know how to speak.

There are too many enemies. Does it mean that many enemies don't pressure yourself.

White Horse Temple small world portal.

The monks sent each other, but Fang Xuan refused.

Jichen is dead, but his future affairs have to be handled. There are still many things to do in the White Horse Temple. Fang Xuan doesn't want them to delay.

"Thank you."

The monks of the White Horse Temple saluted one after another.

The people in the village also looked at the sky and bowed silently. They saw everything. When they saw Fang Xuan fighting big people with a sword, they were grateful to the protagonist.

"To offer the memorial tablet of grace!" someone said.

This is not to say that Fang Xuan is dead, but I think it seems respectful.

It makes people laugh and cry.

Fang Xuan and cat Bai walked out of the small world of the White Horse Temple.

A man and a cat appeared and landed on a century old pine tree.

"Fang Xuan, you promised Jichen to guard for ten days. It's only been more than three days." Maobai doesn't give up.

Fang Xuan stood on the branch.

He was carrying a bag, which was given to him by Wuming of the White Horse Temple. Knowing that Fang Xuan liked to eat cakes in the temple, he specially packed some for Fang Xuan.

When he groped for a piece of bean paste cake from his luggage, Fang Xuan looked at the world.

The leaves are yellow

One day, summer passed, autumn came, and the leaves withered and yellow.

As if this is mourning for the death of Jichen.

The four seasons alternate.

Autumn is a slightly cool and bleak season.

"Jichen's wish is that the white horse temple can stay. I promised him to guard for ten days, but I didn't do it, but it gave the White Horse Temple infinite vitality." Fang Xuan smiled lightly.

Everything is like this world.

The leaves are falling. It's for rebirth.

Jichen died, but he found light and vitality for the White Horse Temple.

"It's time to leave."

Fang Xuan's voice sounded.

He casually hung his luggage on his shoulder, ate a piece of bean paste cake and patted the cake crumbs in his hand.

Tiptoe a little, the branches shake off the mountain forest dust, Fang Xuan falls gently towards another sky tree, and the branches shake constantly.

Fang Xuan walked slowly and lightly between the tree tips. Every foot fell, branches shook, and withered and yellow leaves flew up.

He smiled calmly, like a refined scholar wandering the world.

Each foot falls and steps up, and the posture is light and floating.

Occasionally, I would stay on the tree for a short time and bite the bean paste cake. After eating, I would grope for my luggage and find another different cake. Every time I took out different cakes, I would make my white face smile.

It seems that this Taobao like touch and ask for cakes is very interesting.

Cat Bai followed Fang Xuan. He didn't understand which one was Fang Xuan. He was like a devil, or now this is the real Fang Xuan.

"Really as old as a cat?" whispered cat Bai.

In a moment, it jumped in front of Fang Xuan.

"Where are you going?"

"She's nearby. I'll see her."

Fang Xuan looked and smiled.

Cat Bai wondered, "he (she)?"

Cat Bai didn't say this question. He guessed who Fang Xuan wanted to see in his heart.

Are there any powerful people or creatures around here?

For in cat white know.

The commanding place of the female emperor's palace is not the declining holy land of the White Horse Temple, but the real glorious imperial holy land, which is extremely prosperous. The ancestor of the holy land was the destiny preacher 300000 years ago, the female emperor Hongxuan.

"Going to the empress palace?"

Cat Bai guessed, but Fang Xuan didn't go to the empress palace.

Time is like water, flowing silently.

The day gradually brightened, and the night passed quietly.

Whoa, whoa... Whoa, whoa

There was a roaring sound of water in my ears. When I looked up, I could see that there was a silver waterfall thousands of meters ahead, flying down 3000 feet.

More than 3000 feet, that's 30000 feet.

Magnificent!

The morning light is shining, crystal clear, and the splashing water is like a broken string of pearls. The pearls are scattered and beautiful.

Occasionally, spirit fish can be seen falling from the sky and jumping along the water waterfall.

"Someone."

When the cat white came, it looked at the sky.

A woman in a blue fairy dress came flying in the air. It was beautiful.

"Please stop."

The woman's soft voice came.

The newcomer is young and young.

"Eh, it's not from the empress's palace, it's..." cat Bai CuO was stunned. How could the people of this holy land be here.

"It's you!"

The girl in blue looked at Fang Xuan in surprise.

Fang Xuan smiled, "is Yaoji out?"

"Party...?!"

Blue butterfly exclaimed.

She knew Fang Xuan because she had seen him in the imperial capital of the Qin Dynasty before. It was this man who robbed the main auction items of the saint.

Later, Emperor Yaoji went to find Fang Xuan.

On the way here, holy master Yaoji has been paying attention to Fang Xuan.

The news of him will come at the first time.

Just yesterday, the people of Xiling Holy Land heard the news of Fang Xuan. This man even collided with some big figures in the holy land. It is said that the starry sky of Baima temple has been broken

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