"I'm kidding you, you have very good luck, especially in martial arts. In terms of martial arts and supernatural powers, your upper limit is extremely high.
Becoming the number one master in the world is only a matter of time."
Fang Ping nodded in praise:
"The Taoist Sword Immortal has superb Qi reading skills. Fei Xuan gave me a divination earlier, and the result was that he was also a person with prosperous martial arts fortunes."
Speaking of fortune telling, Zhao Yuzhen suddenly smiled, shook his sleeves, and two copper coins started spinning on the table.
"Brother Fang, let me give you a hexagram. I heard that those with extremely strong martial arts can see the secrets of the sky and cause strange phenomena in the world. I want to see it."
Fang Ping did not refuse.
Zhao Yuzhen immediately made a hexagram, and after tossing the coins three times, the wind on the top of Qingcheng Mountain was like an eye, and the sun in the middle was like a torch. It was exactly noon, and it looked like there were two suns in the sky.
"Golden Eye of Martial Arts," Zhao Yuzhen said subconsciously, "The person who is in the center of the celestial phenomenon is the one who has prosperous martial arts and will be the pinnacle of martial arts in the future."
"Brother Fang, keep throwing."
Fang Ping smiled:
"The celestial phenomenon has already appeared, do we still need to continue counting?"
Zhao Yuzhen smiled happily:
"The fortune-telling is only half done, just like reading the last part of a book. There is no reason to only calculate half of it."
Fang Ping took a sip of tea and weighed the copper coins three times.
All the hexagrams appeared, and Fang Ping was about to ask what the meaning was, when he saw Zhao Yuzhen frowning in deep thought, looking like he was thinking seriously.
Moreover, his expression is not very optimistic.
"Come again?" Fang Ping said with a smile.
"No, your hexagram...needs to pay attention to,"
Zhao Yuzhen’s face was full of sincerity:
"The pearl has been buried deep in the earth for a long time, and it has lost its light and brightness until now. Suddenly a strong wind blew the earth away, and it naturally appeared again.
Nine two and nine are yang lines, and the sixth, sixth, and fifth days are all yin, which is a good hexagram, but there are some things you should pay attention to."
Fang Ping became interested:
"What?"
Zhao Yuzhen stretched out three fingers and analyzed them one by one:
"First, if you seek fame and fortune, you must not be anxious. Reputation and connections come first.
Second, don’t use it to get girls, as it won’t go well.
Third, in the next period of time, you need to make a major decision. If you succeed, you will be prosperous, otherwise you will regret it."
After hearing this, Fang Ping thought briefly:
"Seriously?"
"Tao is natural and there is no nonsense," Zhao Yuzhen said. "Tao has nothing to do with whether you believe it or not. It will happen if it should happen."
Fang Ping nodded:
"Okay, I'll pay attention."
Zhao Yuzhen cupped his hands and smiled:
"I wish you a happy life without any effort, and a prosperous life in whatever way you want!"
The two of them had tea and played chess. Fang Ping did not win a game, but they talked happily and shook hands to become friends.
Zhao Yuzhen sighed:
"It would be great if you are willing to worship at the Taoist gate. No matter it is cloudy or snowy, as long as I give you a hexagram, the clouds will disperse and the earth will be illuminated, and my peaches will be sweeter."
Fang Ping smiled calmly:
"If you perform a hexagram once, your life will be at risk. I know that."
In the afternoon, as the sun set to the west, Fang Ping said goodbye and left.
"It's getting late, why not stay overnight and set off the next day?" Zhao Yuzhen asked.
Fang Ping shook his head and declined:
"The purpose has been accomplished, no need to disturb it anymore."
Hearing this, Zhao Yuzhen did not continue to persuade him to stay. He raised his hand towards the tree, took out a pair of flat peaches, handed them to Fang Ping and said:
"Take the peaches I planted and eat them. Remember... to share one with the two city masters."
Fang Ping agreed and went down the mountain with the peach.
Of the peaches agreed to be distributed to Li Hanyi, there were only two peach stones left at the foot of the mountain.
Fang Ping said to himself:
"We are going back to Jianxin Tomb on this trip, and we will not pass through Xueyue City on the way."
Li Hanyi made an agreement with Lei Wujie that as long as he could receive her three swords, he would go to Leimen for a banquet.
Lei Wujie has improved her swordsmanship very quickly in the past few days, so it shouldn't be a problem. By the time she came to the Jianxin Tomb to find the old man after attending the Lei Family Heroes Banquet, the peach had already died.
Since it's going to rot, it's better to rot in your own stomach.
On the way, Fang Ping checked the new tasks:
[Task 1: ‘The first step to becoming a medical immortal’, with Zhu You on your back, you should have a benevolent heart and use your medical skills to gain a certain reputation]
[Completion reward: Heavenly Dragon Seeking Curse (anything in the world, everywhere in the world, can’t escape)! 】
[Task 2: ‘The name of Nanjue Sword Immortal’s anger’, go to Nanjue, ask the Sword Immortal, and put an end to his resentment! 】
[Completion Reward: A Lost Sword Technique]
"It's better to be first."
Fang Ping quickly made a decision. The task was easy and effortless, and the reward was similar to the finding-object spell, but more powerful.
At that time, it can be used to find the secret treasure that can replenish the heart.
As for knife skills... they are completely useless.
"Sword Immortal Zhai Yuejun, because his subordinates were killed, do you have any resentment against me?" Fang Ping said calmly, "You can find time to go to Nanjue."
The cause and effect of grievances and grievances in the world should be done for good as soon as possible.
...
Not long after, Fang Ping returned to Jianxin Tomb.
Seeing the familiar environment again made me feel very comfortable.
"Ah, brother Fang Ping, why did you come in by yourself?"
Turning around, he saw that the speaker was Wu Tian who looked shocked.
"Come in by yourself...isn't it right?"
"There is a sword formation at the entrance of the valley. Are you not injured?" Wu Tian looked Fang Ping up and down.
The tomb-guarding sword array changes unprovoked and kills fiercely. Moreover, it is an eyeless sword. One wrong move can even cut down the old man. It is extremely dangerous.
Fang Ping smiled softly:
"Within one foot, it's my world."
Wutian: "?"
The Great River Sword Intent is invincible within one foot, and the Infinite Sword Formation cannot be broken, so what is there to fear about the Tomb Protector Sword Formation?
The two of them walked forward, unintentionally sharing the changes in the past half year with Fang Ping:
"By the way, brother, just after you left, a little miracle doctor came to the tomb, saying that he wanted to collect and grow medicines here to improve his medical skills.
That guy is very eccentric, and the old man likes to talk to her very much."
Fang Ping raised his eyebrows slightly:
"Little miracle doctor?"
"Yes, he is a close disciple of Medicine King Xin Baicao," Wutian nodded.
Fang Ping remembered that Sikong Changfeng was also a half-disciple of Medicine King and often helped Ye Ruoyi prepare medicines to adjust her body.
"Ah, Xiao Fang is back?" A swordsmith passed by and said happily.
“I’ve been traveling for almost half a year and want to come back for a visit.”
"Abin, what's your name, Xiao Fang? You should be called Qingmu Sword Immortal!"
"Yep!"
The news of Fang Ping's return spread, and the swordsmiths came to gather one after another, praising Fang Ping for his extraordinary talent, and he became a swordsman as soon as he entered the world.
Some of them pulled Fang Ping, wanting to ask Long Yuan how to forge swords and exchange their experiences.
Fang Ping smiled awkwardly, and on the pretext of having trouble with the old man, he left everyone and ran to Jiange.
How can you make a sword by yourself?
In front of the sword pavilion, before Fang Ping knocked on the door, the tomb master’s voice came first:
"Stop knocking and just come in."
Fang Ping pushed the door open and saw the old man sitting cross-legged with a chess set in front of him.
He smiled knowingly, sat facing him, and played chess with each other.
"You are a little impetuous. It is inevitable when you first enter the world," King Li Su said. "What are the gains?"
"some."
Fang Ping nodded lightly:
"In the half year since I left the tomb, I have become better at swordsmanship, my horizons have broadened, I have gained fame and fortune, and I have begun to gain the title and power."
King Li Su nodded:
"Well, that's good. I met Han Yi. How is she now?"
Fang Ping thought about it and summarized it in four words:
"Sword Expertise."
King Li Su touched his beard and asked with a smile: