Chapter 14 Xueyue Wujian Immortal, Aoki Sword Can Be Replaced
Li Hanyi stepped over the flowers and grabbed Lei Wujie's right ear:
"I want to see if he dares to speak for you today."
Lei Wujie smiled bitterly and turned his head to look at Fang Ping.
But he saw the latter standing on the roof of Wuyuxuan, with a smile on his face, his arms spread wide and he said:
"Welcome to the Baihua Party. I wish you all a happy drink and a happy time.
If you are interested in the fireworks display, you can go to the store on the west side of Xueyue City Middle Street called the "Four City Lords' Fireworks Shop" to discuss it in detail.
Happy opening, fireworks are at 20% off, hope you will support us."
Lei Wujie was confused... Why is this an advertisement?
Although this is indeed a good time to promote fireworks, but...
"Fourth Master, promised love is stronger than gold. Fireworks are fleeting, but human love lasts forever!"
Lei Wujie shouted at the top of his lungs, trying to seek help from the sidelines.
Fang Ping heard this and replied:
"Lei Wujie, you are the disciple of the Second City Lord. Neither I nor the Third City Lord can interfere.
That’s good, you’ll share 30% of the fireworks shop’s future revenue.”
Lei Wujie: "?"
"Okay, it's time to go back and practice swordplay," Li Hanyi said coldly, "It's better to rely on yourself than to rely on outsiders."
Lei Wujie looked at the venue with admiration... Tang Lian was drinking, Xiao Se was smelling flowers, and Ye Ruoyi and Qian Luo were holding hands and laughing.
Even Xie Xuan, who had just climbed over the wall and left, quietly turned back when he saw Li Hanyi was about to leave.
Fang Ping, on the other hand, was even more lost in the praise of the fireworks.
The happy frolic almost overflowed the venue, but I was getting further and further away from this happiness.
"Master, are you sure you don't want to see the Hundred Flowers Festival held once a year?" Lei Wujie scratched his head and smiled.
"The flowers are the same every year. If you look at them too much, you will feel boring," Li Hanyi said coldly.
"But Sword Immortal Aoki is also present. It's a rare opportunity, so why not sit down and reminisce about old times, otherwise we'll just be talking about swordsmanship when we meet in the future."
Everyone in Xueyue City knew that the Second City Lord went to the Fourth City Lord to practice swordsmanship every day. In order to avoid too much noise, Sikong Changfeng specially designated an area for the two of them to toss around, and named it - Wenjian Mountain.
Lei Wujie added:
"Master must have also seen that huge firework, it's called Aoki Xueyue, it means that Sword Immortal Aoki values this childhood friendship very much."
Li Hanyi snorted:
"There's no need to reminisce about old times, I'm tired of seeing his face a long time ago."
"..."
At the same time, Fang Ping looked at Li Hanyi's back and said to himself:
"I didn't draw my sword during this meeting, which is good."
The latter noticed the sight, stopped and turned around, met his gaze, and the thin lips under the mask moved slightly:
"Humph, it's not like he's not doing his job at all."
In his memory, Fang Ping has been used to doing meaningless and strange things since he was a child, such as playing in the air without any skills, washing his hair every day, taking a bath every three days, and rubbing mud when taking a bath...
Recently I have been tinkering with fireworks, which is really embarrassing for a swordsman.
But now it seems that it is not meaningless. Li Hanyi turned towards Cangshan Mountain:
"The swordsmanship is very strong and the fireworks are beautiful."
...
On the second day, Fang Ping’s fireworks store burst into flames.
There was a queue of hundreds of meters, all of them had witnessed yesterday’s fireworks display and wanted to buy some for fun.
"Hey, is the name of the store really called 'Four City Lords' Fireworks Shop'?"
"Isn't it weird? I think it's weird too. Based on this style, should the inn be called 'Youjian Inn'? Should the teahouse be called 'my teahouse'?"
"Hey, don't say it, don't say it!"
While everyone was chatting in line, a pretty figure passed by.
Carrying a silver gun on his back and walking lightly, he is Sikong Qianluo.
"Four City Lords, I'm here to get the goods!"
Fang Ping asked the clerk to bring out a wooden box and handed it into Qianluo's hands:
"Customized fireworks, named Sky Monkey, with its head ringing like an eagle, sparks rising into the sky, its tail ringing like a thunderbolt, and the fire light and green smoke dispersing."
Qianluo curled his lips, put the silver on the table, and said happily:
"Hmph, with this thing in hand, let's see how Xiao Se can escape!"
I was afraid of hurting him with the spear before, but the small fireworks were just right and wouldn't hurt anyone... but would they ruin his clothes?
The ‘Four City Lords’ Fireworks Shop’ was busy until the afternoon, when the number of customers dropped.
At the same time, Fang Ping also completed the system task.
[Congratulations, ‘The First Chapter of Jianghu Industry’ has been completed! 】
[Obtain: Ancient Secret Technique—Zhuyou Technique!]
Fang Ping's eyes moved slightly, he was meditating on You Gaomiao, and he couldn't help but exclaimed:
"What a wicked medical skill..."
Zhu Youshu is different from any other medical technique in the world. It does not give patients medicine, acupuncture, medicinal baths, or even contact with the patient, and can eliminate the pain from a distance.
The only things used were a stack of yellow paper and a set of spell words.
This technique is miraculous. It can transfer malignant tumors, cut them permanently, cure acute diseases by touching them with hands, and cure dysentery with the sound of incantations.
Fang Ping spread his hands and looked at the scars and cocoons between his palms. Then with a thought, he raised his hands to cast spells in the air.
The prefix "Xian Shang" is on the left side and raised vertically, and on the right side is the three characters "Xizhaiyue".
Speak the spell at the same time:
"Hey, Lu, Li, Zun, yes, Li!"
Having said that, I wish you success.
A glimmer of light from the spiritual vessel suddenly appeared, turning into a stream of light and blending into the palm of his left hand.
In an instant, the thick calluses and old scars caused by ten years of sword practice faded quickly.
After a few breaths, the left palm was as smooth as jade, and the muscles and bones were as strong as a jade hand, without losing the strength and strength of the wrist.
"Zhu Youshu, a medical miracle."
Fang Ping couldn't help but sigh. It only consumed a trace of internal energy and did not require the help of any external objects to achieve the effect of 'skin rejuvenation'.
"Let's see if there is a way to replenish the heart veins..."
Fang Ping meditated deeply and came to a conclusion after a moment:
"There is a cure, but it requires several kinds of spiritual materials to warm and nourish the body, plus several kinds of earthly treasures to support the heart and form the meridians."
A total of twelve secret treasures are needed, and most of them have never been heard of. It is impossible to cure Ye Ruoyi at once.
Putting this matter aside for the time being, Fang Ping looked at the new task:
[Task 1: ‘The Essence of Swordsmanship’, guard the Heavenly Pavilion for ninety days, fight with those who come, and master the sword alone! 】
[Completion reward: Dahe Sword Intent! (One-foot field, invincible in the world)]
[Task 2: ‘Exquisite medical skills’, I wish you the best, heal the world, and be known as the Medical Immortal! 】
[Completion reward: Jade Body Golden Silk Armor (warms the body and strengthens the bones)]
Fang Ping stood up, smiled, and walked towards Dengtian Pavilion.
To be a swordsman, you must be the best in the world!
I just took this opportunity to calm down and understand the way of swordsmanship.
After talking to Sikong Changfeng, Fang Ping went straight to the fifteenth floor of the Tiange.
Sitting cross-legged and meditating, the dragon abyss hangs in front of you, the sword is full of meaning, and the Tao can be understood.
Sikong Changfeng was quite moved:
"The four city lords finally have a second officer! I am not alone!"
...
After Fang Ping escaped to Dengtian Pavilion to learn the sword, there were many people who entered the pavilion, but no one could break through the tenth floor.
He thought he would spend these ninety days smoothly. Unexpectedly, two months later, a Taoist priest came to ask Jian Xueyue Sword Immortal.
The Taoist priest wore a green robe and held a mahogany infinite sword. He broke through ten levels in a row. Two defeated thirteen, and he was tired at fourteen!
Even though he was exhausted, he still shouted loudly with full energy:
"Qingcheng Mountain disciple, Li Fansong, comes to ask Jian Xueyue Sword Immortal!"
Fang Ping opened his eyes slightly:
"Xueyue has no swordsman, and the green wood sword can replace him."