Chapter 510 (1/2)

With Fangyan's cultivation at this time, he has extremely keen feelings for the surrounding environment. A feather cannot be added, a leaf cannot fall. The wind blows and the grass moves. All the rats and snakes are in my heart.

However, Fang Yan didn't feel anyone around. That is to say, the man is close to himself, and he has no consciousness.

On the one hand, it proves that this person is outstanding in ability, does not eat fireworks and has six clean roots, and has entered the realm of ”no self”. It is described as ”semi God” in a slightly mysterious way.

On the other hand, it also shows that he is kind and has no murderous spirit. No matter who he is, no matter how strong he is or how strong he is. As long as he is murderous, it is easy to be detected - at least Fang Yan can detect it.

Of course, if that person enters the realm of Vajra, he can hurt people only by his mind, even Fang Yan is hard to find. Because people's minds are intangible and uncertain, which is the most difficult to capture.

There is a monk and a monk sitting on the knowledge seeking stone. The monk is an old monk with white eyebrows and the Taoist is an old Taoist with grey robes.

These two are Fang Yan's old acquaintances. Of course, if you study them carefully, you are not familiar with them.

Fang Yan, with a surprise on his face, reaches for the hand of the old man in the grey robe.

With a wave of Lao Dao's sleeve, the hand magically disappeared.

Fang Yan reached out and shook it again, and the other hand of Lao Dao disappeared.

Fang Yan smiled bitterly and said, ”master, I haven't seen you for a long time. I just want to shake hands with you to show my closeness. What are you hiding from?”

”I'm afraid I won't be able to take it back.” Said the old grey robe pun. After several previous contacts, he has had a deep understanding of each other's inflammation. This guy has no profit and can't get up early. If he suddenly gets intimate with you, he must be trying to make an idea about your treasure. If you don't want him to take advantage of you, don't have any contact with him. It's just a handshake to show etiquette.

”Why can't you smoke it? I can't marry a Taoist. ” Fang Yan said with a smile, ”I haven't seen you for many days. Are you still strong?”

”Yesterday was good, but tomorrow is not. I don't know today. ” Said the Taoist.

”Yesterday was very good, today is very good, tomorrow will be better -” Fang Yan said firmly with a face: ”both teachers haven't had dinner yet, have they? I know there's a hot pot shop in front of the school. It's good. Oh, by the way, you don't have any gags. I know a vegetable restaurant is very good. Shall I invite you to eat vegetable? ”

Seeing the monk and the old Taoist looking at him smilingly, Fang Yan was frustrated and said, ”well, I know that two of them are one exception. It's ok if they don't eat or drink for several days. Since you came to me, there must be something -- ”

the white eyebrow monk looked at Fang Yan and asked,” there is hatred in his heart? ”

”Yes.” Fang Yan nods. ”I hate you so much.”

”What do you want to know?”

”With blood.” Fang Yan said, ”return blood with blood.”

If an outsider asks him such a question, he will slap it in the face and say, ”it's none of your business.”.

If relatives ask him such a question, he will say a vague answer, and then reply: don't worry, I will be OK.

However, the people who asked him this question were monks and Taoists, and Fang Yan had no need to hide it.

For all concealment is deceit and blasphemy. Maybe they need to know more about Fang Yan themselves.

The monk and the Taoist looked at each other, and the monk said with a silent smile: ”because of love, hate comes into being. Because there is hate, so there is the heart of killing. He who knows only kindness is good, and he who does evil is bad. However, those who have great love and can tolerate great hatred are really great wisdom. ”

Fang Yan stared at the monk warily and said, ”what do you want to say? My mother was born into a family of scholars. My grandfather is the Prime Minister of the academic world. I studied a lot when I was a child. Don't think saying something I don't understand can fool me - ”

monks and Taoists laugh. Tianji son looks at Fang Yan and says,” I ask you, how hard have you been? ”

This problem immediately let Fang Yan stagnate.

Did he have a hard time? Of course he had a hard time.

It's hard to say!

His father died at the gate of yanziwu, but he still couldn't see him at the last time.

There are too many regrets in his heart and too many regrets. He has too much to say and too much to do. Even, when he faced the man, he only knew to take, but he didn't have time to return.

He felt that he owed too much, so he stayed with him for three years. However, every day of those three years is a kind of torment, and every night of those three years is a torment.

He can't sleep at night without knowing what to eat.

Why?

The murderer is still at large because his father was killed.

However, whenever he was filled with murderous rage, the heart of Taiji in his heart would rotate crazily again and again.