Late at night.

The stars are everywhere, and the bright moon is hanging high.

Teaching Wen drove the luxurious flying sword and returned to Luojiang City with the three of them.

Luojiang Academy.

Martial arts venue.

The flying sword fell, the art formation gradually dispersed, and Fang Lang, Liu Bubai and Jiang Linglong set out the sword.

Student Wen pulled out the sword-controlling order from the sword and took the luxurious flying sword back into the space ring used for the sword. He looked at the three of them with a smile on his face.

"This time, the Sword Competition performed well, especially Fang Lang. You guy gave me a big surprise."

"However, we must be cautious and impetuous. There are only twenty-one days left before the scientific examination. Since you have given up the opportunity to join the Jianshu Foreign Sect and want to take the scientific examination, you must not relax at all."

Teacher Wen reminded.

“I’ve always worked very hard.”

Under the moonlight, Fang Lang carried the Liansheng Sword and said seriously.

Wen nodded when he heard this.

He knows.

Fang Lang's sword drawing skills, Lingxu sword step, Double Sword Flow and other sword techniques are simply impossible to practice without spending enough time, energy and effort.

Teaching Wen could not imagine how much hardship Fang Lang suffered to practice swordsmanship.

Fang Lang's bone gap is destined to spend more effort than others.

"I believe you will eventually get the day you will be on the list."

Teaching Wen smiled.

"Okay, let's go back early."

Fang Lang, Liu Bubai and Jiang Linglong bowed, Wen Jiaxi smiled, turned around and left, and disappeared into the night.

The three of them turned around and walked out of the academy and stepped on the main street of Luojiang City.

Liu Bubai said goodbye first, leaving only Jiang Linglong and Fang Lang walking together.

It was late at night and the main street seemed a little cold.

The two of them walked together, but they didn't say anything. After walking for a long time, the sound of horse hooves sounded rhythmically in the distance, hitting the blue brick floor.

Zhao Wuji drove a very luxurious carriage.

He got out of the car and bowed respectfully to Jiang Linglong: "Miss, the competition is over, it's time to return to the imperial capital."

"I know." Jiang Linglong said lightly.

Then, she turned her head and looked at Fang Lang.

The night is hazy and the moon is shining.

The girl's eyes are like stars.

"If you come to the imperial capital, I will know."

"I'll be waiting for you in Dijing."

Jiang Linglong's eyes were complete with crescent moons, and the vast night sky became dim when she smiled.

On the side, Zhao Wuji was shocked.

Wait...what's the thing?!

He glanced at Fang Lang, then carefully glanced at Jiang Linglong.

On his honest face, he couldn't hold his smile anymore, and there was even panic in his eyes.

grass!

Fang Lang! What did you do to the lady?!

How could this kid be so fast?

Only three days!

After all, I was careless!

The smile on Zhao Wuji's face became increasingly ugly. Looking at the bright smile under the lady's veil, he couldn't help but want to cover his chest.

Little... Miss, please keep the reserve you should have as an iceberg!

Jiang Linglong ignored Zhao Wuji, who had a wonderful expression on the side, jumped up, danced with her black hair, and her graceful body penetrated into the carriage.

Zhao Wuji sat on the side of the carriage, holding the whip in his hand, and looked at Fang Lang with a complicated expression.

The lady has made a choice, what else can he do?

I can only choose to forgive him.

Zhao Wuji's eyes turned and landed on the sword box that Fang Lang was carrying.

The sword is named Liansheng.

Did Fang Lang get the sword that the lady didn’t get?

Zhao Wuji's expression became more and more complicated.

After getting this sword, the entanglement between Fang Lang and the lady became deeper and deeper.

"You kid...ah, the road is long and arduous, and the road you are going to take is still long. Since you have made a choice, you will face many difficulties and hardships in the future, and even bear what you are unable to bear at your age..."

Old Zhao sighed and said.

"I hope you don't give up easily."

Zhao Wuji said.

"Looking forward to meeting you next time."

After Old Zhao finished speaking, he suddenly pulled off the whip, the horse neighed, and raised its horse's hooves high.

Fang Lang actually saw a sword light burst out from the horse's hooves, and a slowly rotating art array was engraved on the sword light.

Dong!

The horse's hooves trampled on the sword light, and the sword light poured out into the fragments. The carriage rose in the wind and soared upwards, like a horse galloping on the galaxy.

In the carriage, the narrow windows and curtains hang gently.

The girl's star-like eyes completely disappeared.

Under the nightfall.

Fang Lang stood on the lonely and empty main street.

Looking at the carriage that had left in the air, he slowly let out a breath.

From beginning to end, Fang Lang had never seen Lao Jiang's face covering her veil.

Only those eyes as bright as stars made him remember them deeply.

"What a pity... Lao Jiang is gone, and I can't get the wool next."

Fang Lang sighed.

Slightly regretful.

He weighed the Liansheng sword on his back, turned around, his blue shirt was flying, and his big sleeves were floating.

It's a bit chic and a bit unruly.

Separation is for a better meeting.

Fang Lang believes that the next time he meets Lao Jiang, he will definitely have more words of practice with Lao Jiang and have a deeper exchange of practice.

...

When I returned to the Fang Mansion, the maids and servants in the mansion went to bed.

The servant who was watching the night heard the movement, came out in his clothes and greeted Fang Lang.

Fang Lang casually asked about Lao Fang's whereabouts, but learned from the waiter who was watching that Lao Fang was still calculating the accounts in Fangjiafang City and had not come back yet.

Fang Lang was stunned and did not rush back to the room. He turned out of Fang's mansion and walked towards the market controlled by the Fang family.

As I approached, I saw the lights in the dark night.

Fang Lang approached, and through the window he set up, he could see Lao Fangzheng squinting his eyes, wearing an oil lamp, and "crackling" with beads and checking the account book.

The dim light made Lao Fang very difficult to see.

"Lao Fang."

Fang Lang, carrying a sword, approached the house and shouted softly.

Lao Fang, who was settled the accounts, was stunned and put down the account book. When he saw Fang Lang, he suddenly became happy.
To be continued...