Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger

The continuous torrential rain began to gradually stop, leaving only a few rain particles that got out of the clouds and still swooped stubbornly towards the ground.

Zhao Wou-ki came back, carrying a pile of muddy corpses dripping with blood.

He didn't have too much communication with Fang Lang, but he greeted Lao Fang with warmth and comforted him.

Zhao Wuji assured Lao Fang that as long as he stayed in Luojiang City, he would be fine.

With Zhao Wuji's guarantee, Lao Fang really felt at ease.

Afterwards, Zhao Wuji mentioned Lin Yun's disfigured corpse, and took a deep look at Fang Lang.

"Little guy, work hard to become stronger. The Jiang family can protect you, but not for the rest of your life."

"Work hard to become stronger, so that Lao Fang won't be worried about you, and Miss... won't be worried either."

Zhao Wuji said.

After finishing speaking, my heart was full of mixed feelings, such a good Chinese cabbage, Miss... Sigh.

Fang Lang supported his body with the Liansheng sword, and nodded solemnly.

Zhao Wou-ki looked complicated, sighed, carried Lin Yun's body, jumped up, stepped on the raindrops and left through the air, at an extremely fast speed, disappearing into the night.

The torrential rain was still washing away, diluting the bloody water all over the ground, flowing between the ditches, and eliminating traces.

Wen Jiaoxi yawned, holding an umbrella, and after waving goodbye, he also disappeared into the rainy night.

It's over, brush your clothes and hold an umbrella to go.

Outside the courtyard, the two soy-sauced martial artists from Qian Fei Pavilion also hurried away in embarrassment. Manager Yu asked them to play by ear and provide assistance within their capacity, but the battle just now involved a fourth-rank swordsmanship, which they could not intervene in. So I can only watch the fun.

In the silent night, the hustle and bustle began to resume.

Lao Fang held an umbrella, holding Fang Lang, whose legs were a little weak, and slowly left the Jiaofang Division, which was gradually becoming noisy.

The accumulated blood in Chunmei Courtyard was washed away by the night rain, and gradually dissipated, leaving the last trace of the human world.

...

The father and son returned to Fangfu.

Lao Fang personally went to the kitchen to cook a bowl of hot porridge for Fang Lang to dispel the chill.

What happened tonight had a huge impact on Lao Fang, but he couldn't panic, he had to give his son some peace of mind.

Lao Fang understood that the impact on Fang Lang would be greater tonight!

It's the first time to kill someone, how can the lake of heart be quiet.

The pattering rain outside the window was still falling, ticking on the rubble, and there was a crisp sound.

Inside the house, Fang Lang quietly scooped up the porridge with a blue and white porcelain spoon, blowing off the heat of the white rice porridge, and sipped it into his mouth.

Both of them looked at each other silently, neither of them opened their mouths.

The oil lamp was jumping. After a long time, the old man looked at Fang Lang: "Are there enough spirit crystals?"

Fang Lang nodded.

"Your boy is not like your father and I at all. Your father and I have only a bare bones, so in the practice, I lost my mind and didn't think about your boy... It seems that there is still a joke!"

Old Fang laughed.

"It's okay if we have no hope. Since there is hope, we will go all out and go for it! If there is no spirit crystal, tell Dad, Dad has nothing else, sell a few squares, restaurants, and fields together, and make up for you There is no problem with enough resources for your cultivation!"

"Your mother passed away early, and father promised her to take good care of you, and he would do everything he could."

Lao Fang said dully, that night, he said a lot, and he poured out all the things that he had never said to Fang Lang before.

He could feel his son's growth.

And the growth of the son means that he is getting old.

Fang Lang drank the porridge silently, nodding constantly.

Looking at the beating oil lamp, Lao Fang watched Fang Lang stand up with a smile, and patted Fang Lang on the shoulder.

"Don't worry about my safety. I have already told Lao Zhao. Lao Zhao promises that what happened tonight will not happen again. With him around, I feel very safe."

"Old Zhao, your father and I are young and super capable of fighting. He seems to be a fifth-rank martial artist. He's not good at it. Every time he goes to the Jiaofang Division, he orders seven or eight girls, tsk."

Lao Fang was chatting, but the topic was a bit off topic.

Fang Lang smiled, but saw that the smile on Lao Fang's face faded, and he said earnestly: "As Mr. Wen said, there is only half a month left before the scientific examination, don't hide it, and rush boldly!"

"If there is you on the top of the mountain, father will touch your palm at the foot of the mountain and be proud of you."

Lao Fang smiled, and then took the porridge bowl that Fang Lang had finished drinking, left the room, and closed the door carefully.

Fang Lang got up and walked to the window. The rainy night was getting hazy. Looking at Lao Fang who was leaving with an umbrella, he let out a breath of foul air slowly.

"As Wen Jiaoxi said, if you want to make all problems not a problem...then the only way is to become the number one scholar!"

Fang Lang's eyes shone with light.

But even with the help of the system, Fang Lang felt that it would be difficult to become the champion.

The system had just released an achievement task before, and the goal was to be named on the gold list.

But it's just the title of the gold list.

The two are completely different concepts, the bottom of the gold list... that is also the title of the gold list.

Obviously, in the system's prediction, it is also very difficult to hit the No. 1 pick.

Fang Lang got up and climbed onto the bed.

According to what Lao Zhao said, the reason why Lin Yun came to him was that apart from Lin Yun's own reasons, there was also a black hand behind the scenes, who seemed to be the third prince in the Chang'an Palace.

The third prince, the Jiang family, the Donglu Sword Master and the Jianshu Sect...

Fang Lang let out a breath slowly. He was a small person, and he was involved in a terrible vortex if he didn't stop.

The sense of crisis is strong.

However, Fang Lang has no regrets.

Every cause must bear fruit. From the time he chose to bind Lao Jiang, it was like stepping half a foot into the vortex. Afterwards, he overwhelmed all the swordsmanship geniuses in the Jianshu sect and pulled out the Liansheng sword. Besides.

Sitting cross-legged, Fang Lang shook off the distracting thoughts in his mind.

As Wen Jiaoxi said, the next thing he has to do is to prepare for the scientific examination. If he can make a big splash in the scientific examination, he may even become the number one scholar in the Tang Dynasty.

All those problems, all the floating clouds in front of his eyes will be completely dissipated.

It's really time to work hard!

"System, switch the double bond state!"

Fang Lang's eyes suddenly sharpened, he eliminated distracting thoughts, and had no other distractions.

"Ding! The bond status has been switched successfully."

However, Fang Lang paused suddenly.

He has just completed the system upgrade, and now, there is still a vacant position among the bonded objects.

Since Fang Lang wants to work hard to become the champion, he must use all available capital.

He can't wait to get in touch with a new peerless genius, Fang is bound.

This will waste too much time for fettering places.

Besides, as long as the system is upgraded, the quota will be expanded. Therefore, Fang Lang feels that he must pay attention to the immediate efficiency and use the quota.

As the saying goes, enjoy early and early...

"Bind another genius and enter the state of three bonds to practice at the same time, so the speed of practice should be much faster."

"But, the third bonded object... who is bound?"

Lu Ze? Wen Ting? Or Chao Xiaojian?

Fang Lang frowned.

Forget about the latter two, when the binding is successful, the ghost knows that the year of the monkey will be over, and the scientific research will be over by then.

If Lu Ze is tied, it may not be much better at the root, mainly because the function of triggering passives and extracting item cards is wasted.

In fact, the next binding object, the root bone, may not be too good. After all, no matter how good the root bone is, it may not be able to surpass Lao Jiang, and the main bond is still Lao Jiang.

So the next bonded object only needs to meet a few conditions: know it, be able to bind it quickly, and easily trigger the cultivation passive to reward more item cards...

Um?

There is one that fits.

A flash of lightning flashed in Fang Lang's mind.

"Huh? Old Liu?"

Fang Lang's eyes flickered.

Liu Bubai, the seventh-ranked swordsman of the Luojiang Academy's gold list.

This young man who once wanted to lead him to lie down and win, but was worn out by reality.

Don't look at Liu Bubai who has been lying and winning, but his talent is actually not bad.

After all, Liu Bubai's family background is indeed much better than that of Ni Wen's, but this young man is so focused on flying swords that he actually spends less time on cultivation than imagined.

The main reason is that Fang Lang thought of one thing. Isn't it a coincidence that Lao Liu likes to play flying swords?

With his Fang Lang's professional flying sword skills, after binding Lao Liu, he took Lao Liu to fly every time, wouldn't that count as an in-depth communication related to practice every time?

Don't think that controlling a flying sword is not a practice, and the exercise of controlling a flying sword is also a kind of alternative practice.

Therefore, it saves the matter of finding topics related to practice.

Sure enough, a man's happiness is purer than a woman's happiness!

Fang Lang's eyes are getting brighter and brighter, like a morning star in the east in the dark night.

Then why hesitate?

tie him up!

"System, bind the bond object, Liu Bubai!"

Fang Lang gritted his teeth.

"Ding, the bond object is being bound..."

"Ding, it is detected that the binding object is a ninth-level swordsman, which is similar to the host's cultivation level. It is estimated that the binding time will take a quarter of an hour."

"..."

Fang Lang was speechless and could only speak.

Lao Liu, you are so short.

In a quarter of an hour.

Fang Lang was in the state of double bondage, after absorbing two low-grade spirit crystals.

A system prompt resounded in my mind.

"Ding, the bond object is successfully bound."

...

Late at night, gradually getting cooler.

Willow House.

On the bed, Liu Bubai, who was sleeping soundly while holding Feijian in another position, suddenly woke up with a start, covered in cold sweat.

He turned his head and looked out of the window where the drizzle was falling, with a dazed expression on his face.

What's going on?

Why is there an inexplicable emptiness in my heart.

Is this...

Is lying win too many hangovers?

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