Chapter 113 Talking about Heroes

Since "Fang Yingkan" is not Fang Yingkan, then the name Fang Yingkan cannot be used.

The handsome man with a bag on his head knelt very straight, with his hands neatly placed on his knees. Even his jaw was tightened, and it was obvious that he was very nervous.

He said: "I don't have a name yet, you can just call me by my race name. I am a wind-falling grass that can dispel inner demons and help with cultivation."

Jiang, the fourth tone, means decrease.

Taking it is only a temporary solution and not a permanent cure. The cultivator still has to rely on himself to defeat the inner demon.

As Feng Jiang spoke, tears welled up in his heart.

He thought his luck was bad enough, but he didn't expect it to be even worse. Just because he couldn't accept the fact that he went crazy, he actually got into trouble with such a terrifying and powerful person!

Oh God, is he still alive?

Such a terrifying power was sitting less than four steps away from him. The scarlet roses that broke out of the ground were intertwined to form a supreme throne. The hard and sharp thorns voluntarily became as soft as clouds. The roses bloomed one after another, and the scarlet and heat collided to form a magnificent painting.

Even though I know it is so dangerous, I just can't take my eyes off it.

Feng Jiang felt that this mighty being was infinitely more terrifying than the demons he had met by chance. At least none of those demons had such a magical and terrifying aura, which made people dare not look directly at him for fear of angering him in the slightest.

The powerful person who made him tremble and carefully considered every word he said seemed to be arrogant on the surface, but in fact he was urging his partner to frantically search for key words on another channel.

Listen, it can help you resolve your inner demons and help you improve yourself... This doesn't sound like something from the world of martial arts.

Oh, world, where have you taken me this time?

Sure enough, after Theseus searched for a minute, they successfully found the name and origin of Fengjiang in another classification area.

Fengjiang Grass has seven branches and seven leaves, and the leaves have wind patterns. A yellow flower grows in the middle branch, which blooms during the day and closes at night. It should not be picked unless it is cloudy or rainy. Eating the whole plant can relieve the inner demons, and taking its flowers and refining them can help with spiritual practice.

——He comes from the world of immortal cultivation which is completely different from the world of martial arts.

Besides, Feng Jiang is not as humble as he claims.

A plant like him that has developed a clear self-awareness is no longer an ordinary spiritual herb, but a rare immortal plant that can leave a faint mark in the little book of heaven. Any cultivator with a little bit of brains would not eat him. It was fine if he did it voluntarily, otherwise he would be punished by heaven.

So the question is, how did he get to this world and merge with Fang Yingkan...?

No wonder it smells weird.

It doesn't matter if you don't ask. When Feng Jiang asked this question, he burst into tears and said, "Your Excellency, you don't know that I, I have suffered an unprovoked disaster!"

He was just unlucky. He finally made a name for himself and was able to pull out his roots and wander around this world. Who knew...

Feng Jiang was heartbroken: "I just walked out of the gate of the secret realm!"

A ray of light emitting an unknown aura came crashing down at him. In an instant, the sky collapsed and the earth split, everything became dark, the ground shook, and all the birds and beasts were startled!

His eyes went dark immediately, and then his whole body felt as if it was being torn apart by a wild beast. He couldn't bear it and passed out.

When I opened my eyes again, I was already in this world.

An unknown light?

Tarona had a guess in her mind, and she asked again: "What's going on between you and Fang Yingkan?"

It's not possession, nor is it possession. Let's say it's fusion... it's still a little short of it. Fang Yingkan's consciousness and Feng Jiang's consciousness are two completely independent individuals. At this moment, the latter is just suppressing the former.

I don't know where Feng Jiang got so many tears from. Maybe it touched his sore spot, or maybe it was because he absorbed too much rootless water before he transformed. Such a tall and strong man cried like a weak young wife.

Tarona tried to hold back, but couldn't hold back any longer. He pulled out a few tissues from the void and handed them to him: "Wipe it off."

This is the face Fang Ying is looking at. The appearance and the inner qualities are too mismatched, and it makes him feel uncomfortable.

"Thank you, Your Excellency!" Feng Jiang took it respectfully with both hands. While wiping his tears with a soft tissue, he thought to himself that this powerful man was not as terrifying as he looked.

Not only was she willing to listen to his complaints, but she also lent him a handkerchief to wipe his tears, which can truly be described as a gentle gesture.

After wiping away his tears, he continued to talk about why he and Fang Yingkan had formed their current state.

To put it simply, Fang Yingkan ate him.

This world has no spiritual energy at all. Feng Jiang, who fell here, found himself seriously injured after waking up. He could not absorb spiritual energy, so he could only recuperate slowly. So he turned back to his original form, found a remote place where the power of nature was the strongest, planted his roots deep into the ground, and fell into a long sleep.

In order to prevent himself from being picked as a magic herb by the local people, he changed his special appearance to look like an ordinary person blending in with the other herbs.

But unfortunately, this thing seemed to have taken over him.

A few months ago, Fang Yingde went out hunting and accidentally ate something poisonous. Based on the universal principle that there must be an antidote within seven steps, he searched for medicinal herbs nearby.

It just so happened that Fengjiang turned into a money grass, which grew very well and was obviously not on the same layer as the surrounding weeds.

Fang Yingkan, who was in so much pain that he could hardly bear it, had no time to think about how such a thriving money grass could appear in the winter. His eyes suddenly lit up. He pulled up the "money grass" by the roots, washed it with the water he carried with him, and put it in his mouth to chew it raw.

As a result, the "money grass" did not require him to chew it with his teeth. It melted in his mouth and relieved his stomach pain immediately.

Fang Yingkan's face suddenly turned pale. He bent his fingers and stuck them into his throat, forcing him to vomit without thinking.

But it has already been eaten, how can I spit it out?

He tortured himself so much that he had nothing to say. He could only rush back to his house with a gloomy face and ask his subordinates to take his letter to the palace to invite the imperial physician.

Two imperial physicians came and after a careful examination, they gave him the same answer, as if they had discussed it beforehand, saying that the young marquis was in good health, but had excessive internal heat, and that he needed to eat a lighter diet in the coming days.

Fang Yingkan:……

He sent the two imperial doctors away with a stiff face.

He then called in a few subordinates who were good at using poisons, and they all said that medicine and poison were inseparable, and they had other ways.

The result is the same.

No problem, I'm in good health.

Fang Yingkan waited for more than half a month in doubt, and sure enough, just as the imperial physician and his subordinates had said, he was in good health and had no problems.

So he could only attribute the strange incident of the herbs melting in his mouth that day to his own poisoning, dazzled eyes and wrong feeling.

After all, money grass didn't grow in the place he went to, and it was impossible for such good money grass to grow in this season.

More than a month passed like this, and Feng Jiang woke up from his sleep and was stunned.

Wasn't he in the soil? How did he get into someone else's body?

A wind-fallen grass suddenly felt like the sky had fallen.

He tried his best but couldn't get out of this person's body and could only be forced to semi-merge with this person.

Later, it seemed that this person suddenly realized something. He was actually a holder of luck. He drove the luck that befell him to attack him by some strange coincidence. When the attack failed, it turned into refining him.

Feng Jiang certainly didn't want to be refined. He had been practicing diligently for so long just to completely get rid of the possibility of being at the mercy of others.

So one man and one grass pulled up the river from the air.

In the end, Feng Jiang was more skilled. He took control of the consciousness and opened his eyes by borrowing this body.

And then—he started to go crazy.

If people can go crazy when they are really bad, why can't grass go crazy? !

Why is he so unlucky! ?

Tarona knew what happened next. The wind was blowing in the city, and he was screaming and venting his anger in a voice that no human could hear. He was so crazy that he didn't notice the "obstacle" in front of him. He knocked her lunch box to the ground with a bang, and he walked away without noticing anything.

No wonder he moves so wildly, it turns out he's going crazy.

I understand.

Feng Jiang knelt very standardly. He would not eat the good grass when it is in front of him. The fault was his, and kneeling would not hurt him.

Moreover...

He cautiously stole a glance at the powerful man in deep thought, then quickly looked away like a thief.

This powerful man has given up his intention to kill him, and his life is saved!

Tarona had indeed given up his intention to kill him. What a bad luck this guy had. Not only did he suffer an unexpected disaster that sent him from one world to another, but even when he was quietly sleeping and recuperating from his injuries, he still encountered another unexpected disaster and was uprooted and eaten as if he were an ordinary herb.

Forget it, it’s just a cake, she can still make another box.

The Great Witch was somewhat happy at this moment, for she had discovered an unusual clue.

Yes, it is Fengjiang!

He said that he was struck by a light that emitted an unknown aura, and came to this world in the blink of an eye. So where is the light that struck him? He is already here, so there is no reason why the light would not be there.

Tarona reasonably suspected that the light was abnormal.

The time calculations have been very similar in the past, and the abnormal entry into this world was only more than six months ago.

After obtaining Feng Jiang's consent, Tarona used several spells to extract a half-trace of aura from him with great difficulty. This was also due to the fact that he and the owner of this half-trace of aura came from the same world and had direct contact, otherwise he would not have even this half-trace.

Naturally, Tarona could not figure out what abnormality was through this incomplete breath. She felt rejected by the world, and abnormalities would be rejected by the world.

Feng Jiang's situation was rather special. Whether Fang Yingkan was willing or not, he had become Feng Jiang's protective shell. In addition, Feng Jiang had no intention of disturbing the world and had always been a decent person, so the world consciousness did not force him to be expelled.

Tarona used this half breath to collect evidence from the world's consciousness to confirm whether his guess was correct.

The moment the world consciousness descended, Feng Jiang seemed to sense something and lowered his head even lower.

As an outsider, he must prove his harmlessness to the Heavenly Dao of this world. If someone tries to harm him, he still has reasons and possibilities to fight back. But if Heavenly Dao wants to destroy him, he won't even have time to think about it.

So he became more and more curious about the origin of this powerful person. How could he show himself so freely in this world without any spiritual energy and even attract the help of the Heavenly Dao at this moment?

Could it be... an immortal?

Feng Jiang's eyes suddenly lit up. Does he still have a chance to return to his original world?

This powerful person, no! It’s an immortal!

This immortal seems scary and unapproachable, but in fact he is gentler than some of the great immortals. He shamelessly begs for help, and then swears on his future ascension, vowing to give away everything he has as long as he can return to his original world... Uh, will the immortal be interested in his things?

Feng Jiang was extremely troubled, his heart was twisted into a knot.

Until Tarona received a positive answer from the world consciousness, he was unable to say these words.

It is impossible to release him. The world consciousness says that Fengjiang and Yifan are from the same world. If Yifan eats him, it would be like eating his son of destiny, a great tonic, so he has to be kept by his side and watched over.

As for the situation between him and Fang Yingkan, if he doesn't try to separate him and Fang Yingkan, this man and this grass will really merge into one. By then, it's hard to say whether Fang Yingkan can still be Fang Yingkan.

The work was too delicate, and the World Consciousness said that He could not do it and it would be easy to send both away, so He offered to pay an extra reward and let Tarona do it on His behalf.

Tarona readily accepted the offer. He thought it would be a good idea to take the compass that was delivered to his doorstep.

The scarlet rose throne shrank back into the wide skirt. The witch, who decided to make some extra money, said to Feng Jiang, who was feeling anxious, like a prisoner waiting for sentencing: "I will find a way to separate you and Fang Yingkan, but during this time, you must stay by my side."

Before she could even say that the abnormal creature might come to eat him, Feng Jiang nodded and agreed with shining eyes. He agreed so quickly, as if he was afraid that she would regret it the next second.

Tarona gently unfolded the mother-of-pearl fan engraved with gold, elegantly covering half of her face and the corners of her mouth that were raised in a playful manner.

This magical herb, your voice is so loud.

Completely exposed.

…

Just as the hour of You arrived, Jin Jian ran in dazed, holding a piece of exquisite pastry in his hand.

As soon as he came in, the three people at the table turned to look at him.

The golden sword hit the shell, and then said: "Sir, there is... a lady in red outside looking for you. She said she met you last night..."

Lady in red? Saw her last night?

Zhuge Zhengwo and Lengxue turned to look at Wuqing, the looks in their eyes were extremely subtle.

Wuqing's eyes dodged, and his ears turned red. He coughed and said to Jin Jian: "Go and invite someone in."

The colored glass bottle that Yang Wuxie had brought him was still intact in his sleeve pocket. Judging from Yang Wuxie's respectful manner, this still unknown woman must be a distinguished guest of the Golden Wind and Rain Tower.

He originally wanted to tell his uncle about this, but when his uncle came back, his face was dazed and his eyes were unfocused, as if he had suffered a severe shock.

Wuqing opened his mouth but swallowed his words back. There was no rush anyway, so he might as well wait for some time before speaking.

But before he could finish his words, someone arrived.

The protagonist in the story is not the only one coming.

Wuqing looked at Shentong Hou, who was following behind the Scarlet Beauty. His expression was no longer as unfathomable as before, and his eyes gradually became deep.

Who should I watch?

What is he doing in Shenhou Mansion?

and……

Wuqing suppressed his shame and took the cake that the scarlet beauty handed to him very naturally. The unspoken doubts created ripples on the lake of his heart.

Fang Yingkan wondered why he followed her.

With her strength...why would she allow this cunning young marquis to follow her?