There is an additional alcoholic in Hellfire Castle.

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Sometimes practice.

Sometimes I drink alone.

Sometimes I carry a pot of old wine and run around, flying over the villages of weak karma and resentful spirits, and watching the karma and resentful spirits like children.

Fang Junmei was in a mess.

Although he was still practicing and accumulating magic power, he really couldn't raise much energy and could not find any direction when finding his own host.

His affairs were also spread throughout the city by the dozen monks who came back. Most of the people looked at him with a little gloating.

He became a laughing stock like Bai Haoli.

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Time never stops, keep moving forward.

Another ten thousand years has arrived.

The natal heaven is full of masters!

Bai Haolie and Taoist Hongxuan stood outside the hall, but did not enter. Bai Haolie turned around and looked in all directions, as if looking for someone.

"Are you waiting for that kid? It seems that he has not yet recovered the mark of reincarnation."

Taoist Hongxuan said with a smile.

"I hope this kid's life will not be worse than mine."

Bai Haolie sighed.

When Taoist Hongxuan heard this, he nodded and smiled: "It's a pity that he still didn't come. Another cup of tea, the battle for the top 30 will start. If he doesn't come again, he will definitely miss this ten thousand-year period."

Bai Haolie nodded slightly.

"Yeah, don't wait, let's go in!"

Bai Haolie's breath evaporated.

"I originally wanted to compete for the first place with you and him, but now it seems that the only two of us are competing for the first place!"

Bai Haolie said heroically.

Taoist Hongxuan laughed and attracted attention.

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In the eighteen levels of hell, monks traveled and moved, like flowing water.

Fang Junmei sat by the window, drinking the old wine alone. His appearance became a little sloppy again, with a stubble on his face, and he had no intention of taking care of himself.

Looking out the window, looking at the monks who called their friends and made an appointment to attack the forces of karma and resentful spirits, he felt so envious.

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After a while, I put down the wine pot, left the city again, and searched everywhere.

In this heavy lava hell, the karma and vengeful spirits gatherings on the barren land abandoned by the great forces have basically been swept away by Fang Junmei.

What remains are those large and medium-sized forces.

Of course, it is not ruled out that the reincarnation of his host will be born in the barren lands he swept by, but he really has no passion to sweep again and again.

For those large and medium-sized forces, Fang Junmei also came up with a way to borrow chickens to lay eggs, that is, to follow those teams.

They went to bombard themselves and watched. Anyway, there was no exact news, just look at it. He didn't care too much about whether those monks could break through those forces.

...

In this way, another year has passed.

From the lava hell, we came to other hells.

This year, Fang Junmei came to the Hell of Fire in the Eight Hells. The temperature in this place was much higher than that of the Lava Hell. Even with the defensive power, she felt sweating like rain.

Even so, there are still many monks looking for them here.

After Fang Junmei arrived, she searched aimlessly again.

Still no gains.

Finally, we came to the Red Stone City, where human monks gathered in the Hell of the Sea of ​​Fire.

There is no need to say much about the scene of Red Stone City. The monks' affairs in it are not much different from those in other places.

I first scanned my spiritual sense, but I didn’t find any acquaintances.

After inquiring about the news casually, Fang Junmei found a restaurant, drank old wine, listened to other monks, talking about cowhide and interesting things.

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"Brother Wang, this scorching sun mountain range is vast and contains a lot of karma and resentful spirits hidden in it. It has been standing for countless years. It is really hard to fight. I don't know how many monks have sent their lives there."

In a corner not far away, a monk who looked like an old man said.

He said again: "I'm not sure where my host is, please forgive me for not being able to accompany you."

"I won't let Brother Dao help you for nothing, I will give you a generous fairy jade."

The king replied.

He is a middle-aged man, born quite tall and tall, with awesome temperament, but there is a lot of sorrow between his eyebrows.

"Don't go, don't go."

The king waved his hands repeatedly.

"Brother Dao, please help me this time. I will definitely repay you this favor in the future."

The middle-aged man was very thoughtful.

"Brother Wang pulled me again, I can't drink this wine today!"

The king's face pulled down, put down his wine glass, stood up and left.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man shook his head and smiled bitterly, and did not chase after him again.

"How do you fight and explain to Sister Piaoshuang just these few people?"

The middle-aged man said to himself.

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Fang Junmei, who was not far away, did not pay special attention to him at first, but when she heard the four words "Piao Shuang", she was shocked.

The light flashed in his eyes, he lifted the wine pot and stood up, and came to the middle-aged man's table to sit down.

"What's the matter with fellow Taoists?"

The middle-aged man immediately asked coldly, looking alert.

Fang Jun smiled and bowed slightly, "Brother Dao, I happened to hear you just now. I wonder which sister Piaoshuang is in your mouth?"

"What do you have to do with you?"

The middle-aged man asked again coldly.

Fang Jun said with a bright smile: "To be honest, I am an old acquaintance with Piao Shuang and have a close relationship. If she is the eldest sister Piao Shuang you mentioned, I might help you."

When the middle-aged man heard this, his eyes finally flashed, but he was still a little alert and said, "Please show your old acquaintance first."

Fang Junmei shook his head and smiled, pointed his fingertips, and shot out the vital light mirror, showing the appearance of Piao Shuang.

The middle-aged man's pupils opened slightly.

Fang Junmei caught his expression change and said happily: "Is it really her? Where is she? Please take me to see her immediately."

"...Sister Piaoshuang is in seclusion. Fellow Taoist, don't worry, I will take you to see her after I have organized the team."

The middle-aged man said lightly that Fang Junmei, the guy who came to the door, was still a little wary, but that's how it was reassuring.

Fang Junmei smiled slightly when she heard this.

Transmitted: "I'm not insincerely, I am her relative's grandson!"

The middle-aged man was shocked and had nothing to say.

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"grandmother!"

After a while, there was an inn backyard.

Fang Junmei looked at the monk who opened the door and said with a smile.

The one who opened the door was Piao Shuang. This woman who had experienced ups and downs had long returned to middle age. She was wearing a dark green dress with a charm and a luxurious temperament, but there were white hair in her temples and too many vicissitudes between her eyebrows.

Of course I was surprised to see Fang Junmei.

But then he said with a stern face: "That's the case, what happened to you? What happened again? He made yourself look so sloppy?"
To be continued...