"Junior sister Qiuxiang, let you talk nonsense!"

Liu Hanyan rolled her eyes at Qiuxiang angrily.

After Qiuxiang finished speaking just now, Lin Fang's change in an instant was very obvious, and everyone could see it.

"Master Lin is also a man with a story. Let's just remember his kindness."

Liu Hanyan said, looking at Junior Sister Su, whose condition was gradually improving. From yesterday to now, everyone in the Hengshan Sword Sect has been worried and anxious. They have been running around the city for a long time, and most of them are tired now.

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"Uncle Yu, will we go to Hengshan tomorrow?"

Liu Hanyan turned to Elder Yu and asked.

"Well... we will speed up our pace tomorrow and pass through Fenglingdu. We should be able to reach Jinzhou and return to Hengshan the day after tomorrow."

"Everyone is tired. Let's go to bed early and set off tomorrow."

"yes!"

Lin Fang, who returned to the room, washed his face with water, shook his head vigorously, and murmured to himself.

"Why would I think of her? She is the daughter of an enemy. I can't like her."

After forcing himself to calm down, Lin Fang sat cross-legged on the bed.

"The internal energy of the flower picker cannot be wasted. It must be refined as soon as possible."

In Lin Fang's body, the devoured internal energy cultivation is temporarily stored and has not yet been transformed. It will take a while, but if you do not practice for a long time, your own internal energy will inevitably be damaged.

"Everything is evil, and it changes the world. If I am evil, I will be the only one in the world."

That internal force gradually transformed into Lin Fang's own cultivation along with the operation of the special mental method, and finally sank into the Dantian.

A muffled sound came out, and the internal strength of the eleventh level of the Foundation Establishment Realm was much more powerful. Originally, Lin Fang needed to devour two to three more masters of the same level as him to break through, but the internal strength of this flower picker was much stronger than

Lin Fang himself was even higher, so he was allowed to break through directly.

The eleventh level of the foundation building realm!

After a night of silence, Lin Fang continued to immerse himself in cultivation to spend the long dark night.

The next morning, the morning light was fading.

Lin Fang got up early, cleaned up briefly and went downstairs.

"Shopkeeper, here are two taels of silver. Can I lead another horse?"

Naturally, there was someone who came up earlier than Lin Fang. When the shopkeeper saw it was Lin Fang, he smiled and agreed.

If the young man in white hadn't captured the flower-picking thief last night, his inn would probably have been occupied by disciples of the Hengshan Sword Sect for the next few days, and no one else would dare to stay.

"There happen to be a few good horses in the stable. Waiter, please take this guest over and pick the best one!"

"Okay! Sir, please come with me."

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In the ancient city of Tongguan, Lin Fang rode a fine horse that could travel thousands of miles in a day, heading towards the north city gate.

"After leaving the land of Qin and Shaanxi this time, if I don't have the inner strength to cultivate myself in the cave heaven realm, I, Lin Fang, will never come back."

Looking back at the ancient city behind him from a distance, he vaguely saw the Hengshan disciples who seemed to be leaving the city. Lin Fang's eyes moved slightly, and then he whipped his horse and left.

"drive!"

"Drive!"

Riding a horse across the land, Lin Fang felt a sense of heroism. After regaining his cultivation level, he broke through the second level in just two days, which greatly increased Lin Fang's confidence.

"The Huashan Sword Sect of Xiyue, the Taishan Sword Sect of Dongyue, the Songshan Sword Sect of Zhongzhou, the Bloody Clothes Sect of Killer's Paradise, the Five Phases Sect of Langhuan Mountain, the Flying Knife Sect of Western Hunan, and... the Xuantian Temple in Bianjing City!"

What Lin Fang was talking about were the seven sects that joined forces to destroy the Lin family. Even the group of aliens in the martial arts world, who wandered between the court and the rivers and lakes, and claimed to be Taoist priests, Xuantian Guan, were tempted by the sword manual to ward off evil.

I couldn't help but move my hands.

Lin Xin felt resentful and couldn't help but sigh.

If the Lin family had not had the sword manual to ward off evil, would they not have encountered such a misfortune, and would they have been able to escape this calamity?

The royal laws of the Southern Song Dynasty were not binding on the martial arts. Unless the royal family personally dispatched masters, no matter how fierce the martial arts were, the court could not control it.

"Since I, Lin Fang, have practiced the sword manual and achieved evil skills, what's the harm in heading towards becoming the world's leader?"

"To unify the martial arts world, only the strong can make the rules! Since the royal family of the Southern Song Dynasty cannot control this land, who else should be the emperor?"

Lin Fang's eyes were cold.

Recalling the condition that the strange "person" said that day: to seize the Southern Song Dynasty royal family's sword Long Yuan, Lin Fang would not betray his promise, although he also knew that it would be difficult.

"After I have practiced for three years, let's see who is the master of the Southern Song Dynasty!"

"drive!"

There is gradually more moisture in the air. Leaving the ancient city of Tongguan and being very close to the Yellow River, the shortest way to leave the land of Qin and Shaanxi is Fenglingdu.

At Fengling Ferry, there are many docks with boats of different sizes parked.

All the caravans coming and going are willing to pass by here. To the east, they can go to Zhongzhou, where Bianjing, the current imperial capital of the Southern Song Dynasty, is also located in Zhongzhou; to the north, they can go to Jinzhou, where Mount Hengshan, the northern mountain, is located.

"When you pass by, take a look!"

"The Mi family passenger ship is the cheapest, costing only one tael of silver for ten people!"

"We still have one last person left. The boat is warm and the price is negotiable!"

At Fengling Ferry, there was a lot of noise, donkeys braying and horses neighing. It was already late autumn. It was always cold in the evening, and when the autumn wind blew, it would be miserable for those who took advantage of it and took small boats.

At first glance, it seems that most of the guests choose to cross the river and go south, directly to Bianjing in Zhongzhou, the most prosperous place in the Southern Song Dynasty. Then there are the caravans who also go to Zhongzhou.

"Sir, do you want to take a boat? Where are you going?"

Lin Fang, who came on horseback, naturally attracted many boatmen who were recruiting people to gather around him.

When he came here, Lin Fang was a little hesitant. Should he go to Zhongzhou or Jinzhou? It was worth thinking about.

"I can sell this horse for one tael of silver, but will anyone take it?"

Although Lin Fang was young, he was not a fool. As soon as he finished speaking, a boy who specially collected horses came over.

"Sir, we are collecting horses, but the price... needs to be lowered."

Looking at the horse held by Lin Fang, surprise flashed in the boy's eyes.

Many people traveling alone or in two or three people came on horseback. When they arrived at Fenglingdu, they were not allowed to sell their horses, so shops specializing in selling recycled horses were born to keep an eye on the people passing by.

"Look carefully. This is a fine horse that can travel a thousand miles. It costs less than one tael of silver. If you put it in Zhongzhou, you can buy it for only two taels of silver."

Lin Fang's expression was dull. He didn't know that the other party wanted to kill him.

"Yes, this young master's horse is already the best quality in Tongguan City. Even if you sell one or two, you will lose money. You horse sellers should not be too shady."

A middle-aged man with stubble hanging all over his chin and a sallow face spoke.

"Ahem, just one tael of silver, sir. Do you want to sell it?"

The boy smiled. The old fritter was exposed here. If he tried to lower the price, he would not be able to justify it.

"Okay, sell it."

Lin Fang nodded, knowing something fishy about this.

"Okay, sir, please keep it. This is one tael of silver."

Standing at the ferry, Lin Fang looked at the endless waves of the Yellow River. The river was vast and the wind coming from the north was so strong that even a master of Qinggong would find it difficult to cross directly.

"That kid! You can't find a place to go, can you? Come on this boat, grandpa, I can't wait!"

While Lin Fang was thinking, suddenly two middle-aged men with fierce faces, one black and one white, appeared beside him in the blink of an eye, and drove Lin Fang directly to the passenger ship.

Lin Fang didn't dare to move at all, because these two people were actually masters of the Cave Heaven Realm!

He was frightened, as expected, the whereabouts of martial arts masters were elusive and could appear anywhere. At the Fengling Ferry crossing, there were actually two Cave Heaven realms.

"Lao Gao! It's full, let's set sail!"

The middle-aged man with a face as black as coal and extremely protruding eyes, as if his eyeballs were about to pop out, shouted towards the bow of the ship. The ship was about twenty meters long and four to five meters wide. It was already a ship.

Large passenger ship.

Although the cabin is not luxurious, it is all made of painted wood. Needless to say, it provides shelter from the wind and rain, and small drinks and snacks can be set out for eating. There are about twenty or thirty people on the boat, and everyone is dressed in extraordinary clothes.

"Um...Senior, I don't have enough money."
Chapter completed!