"Then we were a family five hundred years ago. By the way, everyone in our village is named Fang!"
Hearing Fang Cuicui's words, Fang Hao couldn't help but be surprised: "They are all surnamed Fang? Then the old man just now was not surnamed Yang?"
"He was not originally from our village. He was a fortune teller. When he came to our village, he never left and lived in a temple. However, he was very nice and often told us our fortunes and read Feng Shui!"
Fang Cuicui walked as she talked, and it could be seen that this girl was probably about seventeen or eighteen years old, but because she had never been outside, she had a simple atmosphere in the mountains.
But at this time, Fang Hao had many associations in his mind. This small village was not far from his Fang family's ancestral home, and his surname was Fang. Is there any connection between them?
At this time, Fang Cuicui said in surprise: "Brother, can you take me out?"
"Aren't you afraid of the curse? Aren't you afraid that the Dragon King won't bless you?" Fang Hao looked at Fang Cuicui with a smile.
But Fang Cuicui said seriously: "I'm afraid, so I wanted to go out for a long time, but I never went out."
"What's the logic of this?" Fang Hao didn't understand clearly.
"Then Old Man Yang told me my fortune, saying that I will go out one day, and then said that when the Dragon King smokes, it will be time for me to go out." Fang Cuicui said seriously, looking very serious.
"Um, the Dragon King is smoking?" Fang Hao thought of the situation just now, he pushed the Dragon King down, and then black smoke came out, which seemed to fit what Old Man Yang said.
Fang Cuicui nodded seriously: "Yes, Lord Dragon was smoking just now. Brother, you are my nobleman!"
Immediately, Fang Hao neither agreed nor disapproved: "Let's build your Dragon Prince first."
Fang Cuicui thought that Fang Hao had agreed, so she jumped up and down with joy, and then asked many questions about the outside world.
But Fang Hao's expression gradually became serious.
Because he actually felt the energy fluctuations in this girl named Fang Cuicui.
How could there be warriors in this small, backward village in the mountains?
Entering the village, Fang Hao's expression became even more serious. The people here actually had more or less cultivation skills.
This seemed to be a village where all people practiced cultivation, which made Fang Hao feel shocked and incredible.
If it were on earth and in heaven, perhaps such a village would still exist. After all, it was the upper world, and there was enough spiritual energy. It would not be too difficult for those with little qualifications to cultivate their inner strength.
But this is the lower realm. Even if the spiritual energy in the mountain is full, not everyone can cultivate inner strength, right?
When people in the village heard that outsiders were coming, many people came out to see them. Many of them had messy hair and were wearing coarse cloth clothes and fur coats. Obviously, most of the people in this village probably made a living by hunting.
In the eyes of these people, Fang Hao was very curious. It was obvious that no outsiders had come for an unknown period of time.
Fang Hao smiled and cupped his hands and said, "Hello everyone!"
But no one paid attention to him, they just looked at him, and soon they turned around and left.
When Fang Cuicui took Fang Hao to a kiln burning place, there was a family here with many tiles piled next to it.
Fang Cuicui shouted into the room: "Is Uncle Wu at home?"
Soon a middle-aged man wearing a fur coat and fur hat came out.
The moment Fang Hao saw this middle-aged man, his eyes suddenly froze. This was actually a transformation master. Although it was only in the early stages, Fang Hao was still shocked.
"Cui Cui, why do you call me Fifth Uncle?" the middle-aged man asked, but kept staring at Fang Hao.
Fang Cuicui told everything that happened in the Dragon King Temple, and then asked her fifth uncle to help Fang Hao shape a clay statue of the Dragon King.
The middle-aged man's expression changed slightly: "The Dragon Prince is broken into pieces and is still smoking?"
Fang Cuicui saw that the middle-aged man seemed to be angry, and said timidly: "Yes, but brother didn't mean it."
But the middle-aged man ignored Fang Cuicui and Fang Hao and quickly ran towards the center of the village.
Fang Hao frowned and said, "What is this for?"
Fang Cuicui didn't know why either: "I don't know either. Uncle Wu seems to have gone to find the village chief."
At this moment, Fang Hao's soul quickly wrapped around the entire village, and he naturally noticed a strange movement, and saw a dozen men, women, and children rushing over quickly.
Fang Hao frowned. It was obvious that these people were coming for him, and they looked unkind.
After glancing at Fang Cuicui, Fang Hao said, "Wait a moment and stand a little farther away."
"Why?" Fang Cuicui didn't know why.
"We're going to fight!" As soon as Fang Hao finished speaking, an old man in his fifties or sixties over there and the middle-aged man just now took the lead, and a dozen people rushed over quickly.
Fang Cuicui was immediately frightened and took a step back, but still did not go far.
At this moment, Fang Hao looked calm, with his hands behind his back, looking indifferently at the dozens of people who came to the opposite side, all of whom were masters of the Transformation Realm or above.
The old man at the head slightly cupped his hands and said: "Young old man Fang Ji, the head of Longwang Village."
When Fang Hao saw that the person on the other side looked unkind, he did not take action immediately, so Fang Hao slightly cupped his hands and said, "Hao below."
"Fang Hao?" Fang Ji looked slightly stunned, but only for a moment before he said coldly: "Did you destroy the Dragon King Temple?"
Fang Hao did not deny it: "Please don't blame me if you do it unintentionally."
"How did you come out from below?" Although Fang Ji is not young, he is full of energy.
"Enter a valley, follow a cave, and arrive at the bottom of the Dragon King Temple. When I came out, I accidentally broke my extension." Fang Hao looked indifferent, not worried at all.
The faces of Fang Ji and the dozen or so people behind him turned ugly. Someone said excitedly: "Village chief, the Dragon King Temple was destroyed, and the Dragon King must be blamed. Disaster is coming!"
"Yes, Lord Dragon must be very angry." Someone's face was ashen, with a look of horror in his eyes.
Fang Ji raised his hand slightly and looked at Fang Hao with a cold face: "So, what does the valley you entered look like?"
Fang Hao frowned, not sure whether he should say it, but when he thought that there was a passage under the Dragon King Temple that could lead directly to the dragon's body, he didn't hide it and told him about the valley where thunder and lightning would appear.
Fang Ji's face was full of surprise and he looked at Fang Hao: "How did you come out alive?"
Fang Hao was stunned, but he didn't expect Fang Ji to know that valley, and then he laughed and said: "Apart from some thunder and lightning, it's not a big deal."
The people behind Fang Ji also changed their expressions at this moment, looking at Fang Hao as if they had seen a ghost.
Fang Hao's face was full of surprise. He didn't find it difficult to walk through the valley.
But for a moment, he remembered that thick fog. If he didn't have a strong soul, he might be trapped and die there.
Immediately, Fang Ji took his people and asked Fang Hao to return to the Dragon King Temple.
Fang Hao wanted to find out something, so he cooperated and returned to the Dragon King Temple.
When Fang Ji and others saw the scene inside the Dragon King Temple and the circular hole on the platform, Fang Ji and others looked extremely solemn. (To be continued)