Chapter 716 I Can

The snow outside the tent was getting heavier and heavier, and the night was already getting dark. However, Gui Puti, who was sitting inside the tent, did not seem to have the slightest bit of sleepiness.

She did not want to sleep. In fact, she had slept for too long. She had been in a coma for most of her long life. So now, she did not want to sleep. She wanted to do everything in front of her soberly to make sure that the final result would not deviate from what she expected.

So she sat on the large chair made of marten fur in the tent, brows deep in thought, wondering if there was any deviation in every step that had taken place, and in every step that was about to take.

And supporting her to do this was just some kind of obsession.

The obsession of giving oneself and the world a chance.

She remembered that many years ago, she had awakened from her long slumber. She walked out of the lofty and winding palace hidden deep underground. She stepped barefoot on the loess and looked at the bright sun in the sky and the birds in the woods. She felt that it was the most beautiful thing in time.

So she took a step through the dense forest, all the way, all the way to see.

Until she arrived in front of a city wall, she excitedly trotted into the city. The crowd in the city surged, and there were peddlers selling all kinds of things on the streets, toying children on both sides, and performing martial arts. Everything was so strange that her eyes were staring straight at her.

Then, she smelled a fragrance coming from the shop on the corner of the street. Under the guidance of the fragrance, she walked to the door of the shop. Just as she stood still, the shopkeeper warmly greeted her, "How about it, little girl? Do you want to try the newly baked osmanthus cake?"

It was the first time in her life that Gui Puti had seen such a thing. She did not have much misgivings. She nodded at that time and smiled sweetly at the shopkeeper, saying, "Alright."

The shopkeeper naturally hurriedly handed the osmanthus cake to Gui Puti. Gui Puti, who was greedy all the way, did not realize that he was there. He opened his mouth and took a big bite of the cake, tasting it.

When the shopkeeper saw this, he narrowed his eyes and smiled. He stretched out his hand and said, "One for seven."

Gui Puti regained her senses from the delicious food. She blinked at the shopkeeper and asked in confusion, "What?"

The shopkeeper's expression changed. He said again, "Osmanthus cake costs seven cents a piece. If you eat my Osmanthus cake, you naturally have to give me money."

Gui Puti became even more puzzled. She blinked her eyes and said, "But I don't have any money."

The smile on the shopkeeper's face dissipated at that time. He put his hands on his waist and shouted, "What do you eat without money? If you don't learn it well at a young age, how can you learn how to eat tyrannical food from others?"

Gui Puti was a little scared. She couldn't understand why the shop owner who had treated her so kindly just now changed his expression in an instant. She was at a loss for what to do, and the shopkeeper obviously didn't want to let her go. At that time, she walked out of the shop and twisted her sleeves, wanting to walk towards Gui Puti. She kept cursing, "Today, you little liar won't know what it means to eat and give money. It's only natural that I don't have to open this shop anymore."

As the shopkeeper spoke, he assumed the posture of attacking Gui Puti.

However, Ghost Subhuti had never seen such a formation before, and he was stunned for a moment.

"Don't worry, shopkeeper. I'm an ignorant child. Take this money." However, at this moment, a voice suddenly sounded. A monk stepped forward and blocked the path between Ghost Subhuti and the shop owner. As he spoke, he took out a stack of copper coins from his hand and placed them in the shopkeeper's hand.

The shopkeeper was stunned. He subconsciously weighed the money string in his hand. No matter how much it was, it still had twenty pennies. He immediately smiled and had no intention of making a move. However, his gaze couldn't help but strangely fall on the monk who suddenly arrived and sized it up. In his heart, he secretly said strangely, "Why does this monk still have children?"

"Father." When Gui Puti saw the visitor, he revealed a pleasantly surprised smile.

"Why didn't you come to look for Daddy when you woke up and ran out alone?" Tyrant said this. Although it was a reproach, the tone in his words did not contain much reproach. Instead, it was filled with pampering.

"I was so confused that I unknowingly came here." The girl replied.

"Come, Daddy will take you home." The monk held the girl's hand and walked out of the street.

"Daddy, the osmanthus cake is delicious."

"Really? Next time you wake up, I'll bring you to eat."

"Alright. But father, Yu'er doesn't want to sleep all the time. Yu'er wants to go out more and see the outside world."

"Yu'er, be good. You can only grow up after sleeping more. When you've slept enough and grow up, you can always look at this world."

"But Yu'er feels as if she is different from them. Last time when Yu'er slept, Sister Lu Ning was still a child. How come she has already become something that Yu'er can't recognize now?"

"Because Yu'er is different from them. In the future, Yu'er has to do something very important."

"Is that so … Daddy … Yu'er is a little sleepy and wants to sleep again …"

As the girl spoke, she could no longer stop the sudden drowsiness in her heart. Her head tilted and fell down. The monk beside her hurriedly supported the girl's collapsed body and said, "Be good, you will soon be able to wait until that day."

…

Lu Ning, his full name should be Fang Luning. According to the seniority of his family tree, he should be Fang Yu'er's great grandson.

As the last single seedling of the Darchu Clan, Fang Luning was found by the monk in the Changwu Pass of the Chen Kingdom. At that time, Fang Luning had no one to rely on. Her parents had long since died in a civil strife in the Chen Kingdom. The monk brought her back, and Fang Yuer and Fang Luning, whose seniority was greatly different but whose minds were not different, naturally became friends with Fang Luning.

However, Fang Yu'er's physique was special. Every once in a while, she would fall into a deep slumber, and her body would stop growing. As a result, when she woke up again, her childhood companion was already graceful and elegant. After all, he followed Fang Yu'er, who had yet to become a ghost Subhuti.

For example, after an unknown amount of time, she woke up again. Fang Luning was already old. Fang Yu'er hurried over and saw her childhood playmate with white hair. She held Fang Yu'er's hand and did not have the courage to call her Sister Yu'er.

"Your Majesty," she said, "I'm dying."

Fang Yu'er did not know what death was, but an uncontrollable sorrow surged into her heart. This made her realize that death was a very bad thing. So she pulled the hand that was supposed to be smooth like jade, but was actually full of wrinkles like an old tree and said, "Sister Lu Ning, I don't want you to die. Why … Why must you die?"

The old woman who was lying on the bed sighed and said, "There's nothing I can do… The lives of the Fang family are thin. The sins of our ancestors have to be repaid by our descendants. Generations after generations, from my parents to my children, we are repaying the debts of our ancestors. To be able to survive until now, I have been blessed by His Majesty."

Fang Yu'er did not quite understand what Fang Lu Ning was saying, but her weak appearance made Fang Yu'er's heart feel even more desolate.

She shook her head, praying that the old man in front of her would not die, but the old man could not agree to such a request. She reached out to wipe away the tears from Fang Yu'er's eyes and said, "Your Majesty, can you promise me one thing?"

Fang Yuer hurriedly nodded her head. She said, "Sister Lu Ning, you tell me that Yu'er will listen to you. Yu'er will buy you the most delicious osmanthus cake in the world and take you to see the silk drama."

Fang Luning smiled and shook his head, "Your Majesty can remember your old body. Your old body is already satisfied." She stretched out her hand and waved at the door behind her. Come out, Crescent Moon. "

So a little girl who looked somewhat similar to Fang Luning when she was young leaned out of the open door timidly. She widened her dark eyes, looked at Fang Luning and then looked at Fang Yu'er. Then, she trotted all the way to Fang Luning's bed and threw herself into her embrace. She called out, "Granny."

Fang Luning caressed the little girl's head with a spoiled expression and comforted her, "Be good, crescent moon, greet Your Majesty quickly."

Perhaps Fang Luning had taught this child before, or perhaps she was already talented. Although she was a little afraid at that time, she still bowed to Fang Yu'er and said playfully, "Fang Yue Ya greets His Majesty."

The expression on Fang Yuer's face was somewhat puzzled. She looked at the girl and then at Fang Luning.

"This is my granddaughter, only five years old this year. In the past few days when His Majesty was asleep, my disappointing child did not have such a good life. He was unable to survive the curse brought about by that life. He died early. His daughter-in-law was also suffering. She was pregnant with crescent moons and was devoured by the demonic aura that this child was born with. She went to look for my son a few months ago. I originally wanted to raise the crescent moon for my son, but this body can't endure anymore, so I have a reluctant request. "Although Lord Palace Master is here, he is still surrounded by things. Therefore, I would like to ask His Majesty to take care of this child occasionally in the future, in case she lives alone in this world, goes astray, and loses His Majesty's face."

At that time, Fang Yuer had already lived for many years, but her temperament was no different from a child's. She did not know how to take care of a child, but she nodded without any hesitation and agreed to Fang Luning's request. The old man who received this answer seemed to have put down his last bit of thought. At that time, he closed his eyes on the bed with a satisfied and peaceful smile. From then on, he never woke up again.

…

From that day onwards, Fang Yu'er had a small follower beside her.

She called her crescent-toothed sister, and she called her His Majesty the Saint-Emperor.

It was also from that day onwards that Fang Yu'er's body no longer fell into a deep slumber. As the monk said, after a long slumber, her time was quietly coming.

The two girls grew up together and played together, just like her mother-in-law had accompanied Fang Yu'er back then, and Fang Yue Ya had always accompanied Fang Yu'er. This kind of day lasted until ten years later. Although the monk always asked her to cultivate some kind of cultivation technique and read some books that she did not quite understand, the days were still quite comfortable. At least, it was much better than the muddled hundreds of years before.

Fang Yu'er thought that this kind of day could continue until one day, Crescent Moon fainted while playing with her in the city.

"Father! What exactly is going on?" After sending Fang Yueya back to the palace gate, Fang Yuer looked at the black-clothed monk anxiously and asked.

However, the monk did not answer her question. Instead, he reprimanded her, "How many times have I said that you are not allowed to call me father?"

This was the rule set by the monk after Fang Yu'er awakened. Fang Yu'er did not understand why it was like this, but under the monk's repeated coercion, she forced herself to change her words. However, at this moment, Fang Yueya was in a critical situation, and in her panic, she called out her previous address.

"Hall Master… What happened to Crescent Moon?" Fang Yu'er had no choice but to change her tone and ask.

The monk took a deep look at the woman lying on the bed and sighed. "The Fang Clan listened to the divine seed method bestowed by the Lunar Temple and used all of their national strength and luck to create a half-demon body for the Fang Clan. However, even though their body was half-demon, their divine soul was mortal." "Mortal souls cannot bear the body of divine seeds, so the bodies of the descendants of the Fang Clan all have such hidden dangers. Once a disease breaks out one day, there is only one way to die."

"Crescent Moon's father, Fang Luning's son, died young because of this."

Fang Yu'er did not quite understand the relationship between them. She only asked again, "Then how can I save her?"

She still couldn't forget that day. The smile on Fang Luning's face when he closed his eyes, she didn't want to let that smile down.

The monk shook his head and said, "There are only two methods. One is to find a true half-demon soul and refine it into her soul, and the other is to take the Demon Lord's blood essence and inject it into her body. There is no other way."

Although Fang Yu'er didn't know much about the world, she understood that there were no real demons in this world, so she naturally couldn't find such souls. As for the latter, they were all sealed in the territories under their control, and it was even harder to obtain them than ascending to the heavens.

Fang Yu'er immediately let out a breath and said with a lonely expression, "Is there no other way?"

A divine light flashed between the monk's eyebrows. He looked at Fang Yu'er and said word by word, "Of course there is."

Fang Yu'er was immediately pleasantly surprised, "What can I do?"

"You are also a member of the Fang Clan, but you were able to avoid such a situation. The reason for that is because I found an incomparably pure God Seed remnant soul for you in the depths of the void created by the hundred thousand mountains of the Western Region. It was refined into your soul, and that's why I saved your life. "At this moment, as long as I extract some from your soul and refine it into her body, I can temporarily protect her life."

Hearing this, Fang Yu'er nodded her head repeatedly without thinking, "I am willing. As long as I can save the crescent moon, I am willing to do anything."

The monk's lips curled into a faint smile as he replied, "But this can only temporarily save her life. If you want to save her, you have to go to the Demon Monarch's Blood Essence to do so."

"If you want to get the Demon Lord's blood essence, you have to study hard and memorize the books I told you to memorize."

Fang Yu'er did not notice the monk's strange appearance at that moment. She did not suspect him and asked curiously, "Is this enough?"

"Of course not. You still have to summon that determination, persevere, and be brave enough to face everything for this. Can you?"

At that time, Fang Yu'er did not understand what the monk meant to her. However, she looked at the weak girl on the bed and thought about the old man's instructions before he died. That little hesitation was quickly covered by these things. She nodded heavily and said, "I can do it!"

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