() "Now that I have officially entered the realm of An Jin Xiaocheng, in these few days, I can quickly consolidate my cultivation. Next, I can concentrate on pondering various methods of using An Jin to hit the realm of An Jin Dacheng.
It took twenty days to practice from Hai Jin to An Jin. If dad knew about it, I wonder what his expression would be like?" Fang Ping felt a burst of joy in his heart, and the expression on his face was really proud, and he decided to go out for a walk.
The moon outside was as cold as water. Fang Ping walked around the inn and then walked towards the ancient ruins of Cangyangyi. In the world of living beings, more than a thousand years ago, it was the capital of the Dawei Dynasty, Tianqi City. Cangyangyi,
It is a landmark building in the northwest of Tianqi City.
More than a thousand years ago, those enthusiastic young people and literati in Tianqi City who had great ambitions to go to the northwest to join the army, fight against the barbarians, and try to make achievements would often drink and sing here, recite poems, and say goodbye to their relatives and friends. Cangyang Station,
Therefore, it became a cultural resort full of heroic atmosphere in the Dawei Dynasty. Later generations of literati often used Cang Yang to refer to the place of farewell.
In his previous life, Fang Ping was a person who was extremely interested in classical culture. After reading books in Qingfeng Village for a month, he also learned some about the human geography of this world. At this time, he happened to be here and strolled forward.
Go for a tour.
After the fall of the Dawei Dynasty, in order to compete for the treasures left by the Dawei Dynasty, the underworld, barbarians, demons, and various forces from the other seven realms of the central world poured into Tianqi City and fought in melee for a hundred years.
Today's world of living beings is formed with complex fish and dragons, and various races coexist. The vast and prosperous Apocalypse City has completely declined in this melee that lasted for hundreds of years.
Although Cangyang Station is a historical place recorded by literati, its ruins are actually desolate and dilapidated, with not much left. Fang Ping walked two or three miles west from the inn and saw several broken walls and ruins, hidden among the trees.
Among them, it was overgrown with grass and dilapidated.
Thinking of how countless impassioned and passionate people once gathered here, sang and drank, and said goodbye generously, Cangyang Station was now in such a dilapidated state, Fang Ping felt a lot of emotion in his heart.
He walked a few steps forward and suddenly found a figure standing in a dilapidated pavilion in front of him. Judging from the figure's dress, he seemed to be a scholar.
The figure stood alone in the watery moonlight, seeming to be meditating and sighing. Fang Ping didn't want to disturb him, so he turned and left. At this time, the scholar suddenly recited two lines of poetry, "On the Qingqiu Festival in Shangyang Palace, Cang Ping
The sound of Yanggu Road is endless." After reciting these two lines of poetry, he paused, as if thinking about what to do next.
Fang Ping saw someone with the same interests as himself, so he came here to express his feelings in the moonlight, and wanted to get to know him. However, he was calm and cautious by nature, and he did not want to take the liberty to disturb others if there was no chance. At this time,
Listening to the scholar's voice, he was extremely young, but there was a sense of desolation in these two lines of poetry.
There was a heroic and passionate spirit in Fang Ping's body. Listening to these two lines of poetry at this time was not like the state of mind of a young man, and his heart was full of blood, and he said loudly, "There is wine today, and I am drunk now, let him turn the sea into mulberry fields."
The scholar clapped his hands, turned around and said, "Good poem, good poem."
Fang Ping took a look and found that the other person was indeed a young man, about fourteen or fifteen years old, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, a handsome face, and a calm demeanor, showing a literary talent, noble and elegant temperament.
Fang Ping bowed his hands and said, "Actually, I don't understand poetry. These two sentences are just nonsense. If the literary talent is not good, it definitely doesn't fit the rhythm."
The young man laughed loudly and said, "What composes poetry is not literary talent and rhythm, but the passion in the heart and the pride in the bones. Brother, these two lines of poetry have swept away the gloomy and sad atmosphere, and they are well connected."
"Xiaxia Ping, could you please give me your surname? I think your brother is also a young hero. Why is there a sense of sadness in the poem?" Fang Ping said.
"My Excellency, Shangguan Feihong, I just saw how dilapidated Cangyang Station was, and thought about how glorious the Dawei Dynasty was back then, and I felt a little emotional in my heart. If Brother Mengfang won't give up, why don't we go to the inn to order some food and drinks, and then we'll go into details slowly.
How about we talk?" The young man stretched out his hand in a gesture of invitation.
Fang Ping responded and went. Immediately, the two returned to the inn, ordered a few side dishes, ordered the waiter to boil a pot of wine, and started talking over the drinks.
After a conversation, Fang Ping discovered that Shangguan Feihong knew a lot about human geography and the customs and customs of various places, far better than him. When he talked about the customs and customs of various places, he would occasionally add one or two sentences of his own opinions. Often it was
A simple sentence or two showed his extraordinary knowledge. It is said that listening to you is worth ten years of reading. I am afraid this is the scene described.
What shocked Fang Ping even more was that after a conversation, Fang Ping discovered that Shangguan Feihong's views on martial arts were also very profound. As for his cultivation, it was even more unfathomable and had no trace at all.
Fang Ping's current cultivation level is a small amount of dark energy, which allows him to sense the fluctuations of the inner energy of others. After being amplified by the Tianxi system, it is enough to capture and analyze the extremely weak inner energy of others. However, Shangguan Feihong's body has not even the slightest bit of inner energy.
I can't even feel the breath.
When Fang Ping looked at his words and deeds, his breath was gentle and long, so he must be a martial artist. However, he couldn't sense even the slightest bit of his inner breath. It was obvious that his cultivation had already surpassed the realm of strength training. Fang Ping estimated that his cultivation was
Because at least he has reached the peak of the body tempering realm.
The two of them had similar ideas and had a great conversation. Before they knew it, it was already late at night. The shopkeeper had already received a large ingot of silver from Shangguan Feihong and went back to his room to rest. The waiter who stayed to serve them held a teapot on his hands.
, leaned on the chair in the corner and took a nap.
Shangguan Feihong toasted Fang Ping with a glass of wine, stood up and said, "We are very excited about this good meeting. If we are destined to meet again in the future, we should discuss it in detail. Brother Fang is a bow user. I am similar in age to you, and we have the same spirit.
, so I will give you this jade ring as a gift. If brother Fang comes to Tianlan City in the future, this jade ring will be a token. With this token, our Shangguan clan in Tianlan City will definitely pay more respect to brother Fang."
Fang Ping stood up, with a bit of embarrassment on his face, and said, "I think the things that Brother Shangguan possesses are either rich or expensive. There is really nothing in me that can match Brother Shangguan's temperament. If I accept your gift, I will
What should I do if I have nothing in return?"
Shangguan Feihong said loudly, "Brother Fang, there is no need to shirk. I left home when I was young and traveled far and wide with my sword. The first reason was to understand the customs and customs of the world, and the second reason was to make friends with heroes from all over the world. Brother Fang is a passionate and heroic person, and it is destined to be a good future.
Goodbye, I believe Brother Fang will live up to the gift I gave you today."
Fang Ping laughed heartily, took the jade ring, and said, "Since Brother Shangguan has put so much effort into it, I won't be pretentious anymore. The world is big, and if we say goodbye today, I don't know when we will see you again. If I avoid you in the future,
, don’t blame me.”
Shangguan Feihong laughed and said, "There is God's will in the world. I believe that meeting Brother Fang here is not a coincidence. Brother Fang, let's say goodbye today. See you later." After saying that, he turned around and walked out, disappearing in the moonlight.
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Fang Ping stood up, clasped his fists in salute, and watched Shangguan Feihong leave. He sighed slightly in his heart. He never expected that there could be such a literary and elegant person in the world, who was highly skilled in martial arts and valued justice over wealth. At the same time, he also had a vague expectation in his heart that he would meet him in the future.
When Shangguan Feihong meets again, I wonder what it will be like?
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