Zhou Gan solemnly picked up the petals from the ground, wrapped them in his sleeves, and the three of them left Luoyue Slope. On the cliff above, there was a slim figure, a seductive face like a fox, flawless facial features, and four furry tails behind him swayed gently.

The fox demon leaped gently and slid down from a cliff dozens of feet high. It floated like a flying fairy, staring at the tombstone, sighed, and said, "My sister-in-law, is it really worth it to defect to a mortal for a mortal? Is it worth sacrificing myself to save this mortal? Although we cannot compare to the immortal cultivator on earth, our life span has lasted for thousands of years. I only envy the mandarin ducks but not the immortals. Is that mandarin duck really happier than the immortals?" The fox demon leaned gently against the tombstone, looking at the swaying little white flowers, and couldn't help but become obsessed with it for a moment...

When they returned to Taibai Building, Zhou Gan and Zhang Fu said goodbye to Huang San. The three of them said a few words briefly. Zhou Gan and Zhang Fu left on horseback, rushing all the way, and after several days of travel, they finally returned to Luodu. After entering the door, they couldn't help but sigh. This trip took three months, and they both felt like they were home. After breaking up, Zhou Gan rushed to his mansion.

The servant at the door saw Zhou Gan's eyes lit up and quickly shouted inside: "The Third Young Master is back! The Third Young Master is back!"

Suddenly, a series of footsteps rang out quickly, and the leader of the leader Sun bowed to Zhou Gan, "The Third Young Master is really saving my Southern Wulin people this time. If there is no Third Young Master, the entire Southern Wulin would probably be greatly damaged. If there is no secret protection from the people in the martial arts world, the imperial court officials and generals will not escape the fate of being assassinated. Therefore, the Third Young Master has made great contributions this time, and even the Master is quite pleased!"

"Butler Sun is so serious, it's just a trivial thing that happened by chance!" Zhou Gan touched his head embarrassedly, and it seemed that his family really didn't do anything.

Butler Sun smiled and shook his head, telling Zhou Gan the truth. It turned out that the real Song Ci had already died on the way to Luodu. The fake Song Ci was the leader of the Red Lotus Sect to cover the human skin on an elder with a strange secret technique. The elder, regardless of his figure and appearance, was almost the same as Song Ci, so even Zhou Xun could not see the flaw. Moreover, this plan was for the Red Lotus Sect to work together with dozens of evil sects, including the Evil Valley, Lianwu, Peacock Castle, etc. to plan. This fake Song Ci is the most important part. As long as the Southern Wulin people enter Caishiji, they will die like they have entered a tiger's den. However, by chance, Zhou Gan discovered it by chance, and the light and darkness were immediately changed. Zhou Xun, Tu Yong, and Zen Master Kuye and other righteous leaders immediately broke the deadlock, killing the evil sect's vitality.

"But there is something quite strange!" Butler Sun hesitated and said, "The Second Young Master is gone!"

"What? What's going on?" Zhou Gan's heart sank and he hurriedly said.

"Second Young Master has been missing since he went to Chunyue Tower, and even the famous prostitute Liu Xiaoxiao disappeared. I secretly sent several groups of people but couldn't find any clues. It's strange. In theory, even if the second Young Master elopes with that girl Liu, he shouldn't leave any letters!" Butler Sun smiled bitterly.

‘Will the second brother elope with someone?’ Zhou Gan thought about it and it was really in line with his second brother’s personality. He barely suppressed his worries and went to the study to pay a visit to Zhou Xun.

"master!"

"Come on, sit down!" Zhou Xun was drinking tea with a sloppy Taoist priest at this moment. Zhou Gan was stunned. Didn't this sloppy Taoist priest picked up from Jingxianglou? He seemed to have thrown him out of his mind these days. Why are this sloppy Taoist priest and his master acquaintances?

"This is Senior Zui, come and salute," Zhou Xun said lightly.

"I've seen Senior Drunk!" Zhou Gan bowed.

"Haha, there is no need to be polite. I am the one who can help me. According to the truth, I thank you!" The old Taoist said with a smile.

"You are kind to me, senior!"

Zhou Xun asked Zhou Gan what he had done in Shu next time, and sent him out, which made Zhou Gan quite depressed. However, before leaving, Zhou Xun said something that made Zhou Gan confused.

"If there is nothing to do, remember to ask fellow Zui for advice more!"

"It should be a joy to meet the master and the disciple. Why is Fellow Daoist Zhou cold-hearted?" asked Taoist Zui.

"What kind of master you learn from? If Brother Dao likes it, why not let him be your apprentice?" Zhou Xunyi said with some advice.

"Haha, the old Taoist is used to being idle, but he can't teach his disciples!" The drunk Taoist said with a smile.

"That little disciple is really out of luck." A trace of disappointment flashed across Zhou Xun's eyes.

When Zhou Gan returned to his yard, he saw Sister Zhao'er's expression on his face and looked dazed. Since she brought back the remains of Sister Zhao'er, Sister Zhao'er has been like this. Seeing Zhou Gan feels so distressed, and she misses Brother Li very much at this time.

"Sister Zhaoer, are you - are you okay?" Zhou Chi hesitated.

"My younger brother and I were abandoned babies since we were young and were thrown into small temples. Fortunately, we were taken in. We barely lived a few more years of peace. Unfortunately, the soldiers in Shu were invaded and adopted parents were swept up in rebellion and died in the chaos. My younger brother and I wandered all the way and barely got out of Tiandu City. However, the city gate was closed at that time, and my younger brother and I were beaten, but I couldn't hold on anymore. My younger brother cut off his right arm and exchanged half a steamed bun for me. At that time, I thought the steamed bun was The taste is so fragrant and delicious, but I vomited it out as I ate it because I ate a smell of human flesh. Later, my brother died and I held his body like an empty sack. Then I realized that he had all his food all the way. I was very cruel to my weakness at that time, why can't I protect him like he protects me..." Zhao'er murmured, leaning his jade head on Zhou Gan's shoulder, "Why! Why!"

Zhou Gan looked at Sister Zhao'er's confused and painful eyes, and felt ache in her heart. She held her jade shoulders and said softly: "What will pass, everything will go back to the past, I am here, I am here!"

Zhou Gan gently lifted Sister Zhao'er, who was sleeping, and covered her with a brocade quilt, staring at Sister Zhao'er's face. Ying Zhao'er's face was not as beautiful as Yin Ji and Wang Wei who Zhou Gan had met last year. But it always gave people a sense of peace. This feeling was something that others could not give, especially for Zhou Gan, which was like the kind in a dream...

Zhou Gan left his room, sat cross-legged outside the door, and practiced the Great Tuo Sutra.

The method of combining Dharma and martial arts in the Great Buddha Sutra is really exquisite and can inspire all kinds of incredible magical powers in the body of a mortal. However, the method of condensed a true qi in the body is too superficial. It only absorbs the essence of the sun and the moon by breathing and slowly strengthens the magic power in the dantian. This is probably the secret that only the real immortal method can possess, and the secret of mortals flying to the sky and escaping the earth.

Zhou Gan closed his eyes and concentrated his mind. He suddenly felt that the 36,000 pores of his body opened and closed, and a faint coolness penetrated from the surface of his body...

The days seemed to calm down again. In addition to the second brother who was worried about disappearing, Zhou Gan returned to practicing martial arts, learning vegetables, and dealing with foreign martial artists who competed swords. Zhou Gan's sword skills became more and more complete and free, and sent and received from the heart; the general outline of sword skills has been greatly perfected, which is also a sign of the great success of human swords.

Seeing this, Zhou Xun passed down the sword of the earth. What is the sword of the earth? It is a sword of force. It has already suppressed people. Before the sword is released, it has urged people to be mindful. Killing ghosts and gods is the peak of this sword, including the Jiulian Peak of Huashan in Zhou Xun, the sword-breaking style of Linghuye's broken sword among the four styles of Linghuye's broken sword. It is not a big spirit and a big mind cannot be mastered. As for the next sword of the sky, it is a legendary realm that has been passed down in the world for a long time. It is said that except for the current Zhou Gan, no one in the world has reached this realm since ancient times. According to speculations by the peak masters of the rivers and lakes in all dynasties, taking this step can lead to the realm of immortals.

"This green bamboo porridge tastes wrong!" Lao Hei frowned.

"What's wrong? I made it according to Mapo's recipe! It's not bad at all! If something goes wrong, it's also a problem with this recipe!" Zhang Fu said with his eyes straight. In order to cook this green bamboo porridge, he didn't close his eyes for three days and three nights, but he didn't expect that he would get this kind of evaluation.

"It's indeed a little less flavor! The porridge made by Shizuka always has a faint fragrance, and your taste is always a little worse." Lao Hei smashed his mouth and shook his head.

"Hello Master, have you not succeeded yet?" Zhou Gan walked into the kitchen hall and asked.

"Of course!" Lao Hei turned around and felt that Zhou Gan's eyes were particularly dazzling, as if they were directly touching people's mind.

"Your look?" Lao Hei was forced to turn his head and asked in confusion: "Why do you feel like you want to kill someone?"

"Oh," Zhou Gan closed his eyes and took back the spirit scattered around him, and his eyes became ordinary.

"The martial arts have made some progress recently, and sometimes I can't control the blood and energy in my body." Zhou Gan explained that the sword technique in this place first cultivates a momentum. The word "magnitude" is mysterious, and it is formed by the mutual influence of blood, spirit, and courage. It must be that the sword cultivation level has reached a certain level. Zhou Gan can barely touch this layer of edge now, but he cannot retract it freely, let alone integrate it into his own sword technique.

"It's so good, boy Zhou, come and try it!" Zhang Fu greeted, "President Hei thinks the green bamboo porridge we make is not as good as Aunt Shizuka did. I think he is old and weak, and even his mouth and tongue deteriorated!"

Zhou Gan glared at the sight of Lao Hei, scooped a spoonful of porridge like broken jade and drank it. He felt a sense of comfort in his internal organs, as if he had taken some magic medicine. Even the wounded area he suffered during the sword practice felt a numbness, as if he was about to heal.

"This is the best medicinal food, but there are 67 kinds of precious medicinal materials!" Zhang Fu explained.

"I have never drunk such delicious porridge!" Zhou Gan drank it all in one go, smashing it, smashing it, and sighing.

"That's it! The old man said it wasn't OK. Do you think there are any shortcomings?"

Zhou Gan shook his head, Zhang Fu was happy and used his fist to Lao Hei.

"Hmph!" Lao Hei snorted coldly, "If you want to scold me and don't stop you, you are afraid that you will be angry with you if you are fine!"
Chapter completed!