Before Fang Ping broke into the pavilion, he bet one tael of silver that he would become a swordsman. Now it's time to collect the money.
The person who opened the offer was stunned for a moment:
"Ah? Oh, yes..."
Like a deflated rubber ball, he handed the silver coins in the gambling box to the Four City Lords, feeling that he would never be happy again today.
There's no such thing as meeting an immortal, it's just a fantasy before losing your silver.
After collecting the money, Fang Ping followed the special person to his own city lord's residence.
In the courtyard, the main house is a three-story mahogany building with colorful tiles and blue eaves. There are also three side rooms, a pavilion, bamboo trees, etc.
The environment is very good.
After moving into a new house, it was natural to have to clean it up. Fang Ping was busy until dusk before he even bothered to wash up and tidy up.
The weather was cold, and Fang Ping, who was still wet, leaned against the pavilion, thinking about going to Li Hanyi early tomorrow morning to inquire about the golden coffin.
Suddenly, he tilted his head slightly and noticed someone on the wall of the courtyard.
Turning around, he saw that it was Xue Yue Sword Immortal dressed in white robes and a wooden mask... who could only be called Li Hanyi now.
"He also said he would meet you tomorrow, just in time." Fang Ping stood up, "What do you want from me?"
"Test the sword!"
Li Hanyi waved his hand, and the iron horse Binghe sword was unsheathed.
Fang Ping felt helpless:
"Senior Sister Li, we haven't seen each other for so long, shouldn't we chat first? You don't want to know about me... Damn it!"
Before he could finish speaking, Li Hanyi stood up from the flowers and stabbed with his sword, causing frost and wind to rise.
"Zheng——"
The dragon's abyss and the iron horse's glacier touch each other, and the sword's edge looks even more deserted under the moonlight.
Fang Ping’s mouth twitched:
"Can you change your habit of taking action without saying a word?"
"Catch the sword!"
Li Hanyi turned over and drew his sword, turned around on the ice in mid-air, raised his sword and pressed down!
"Ding-ding-ding-ding-"
The two competed with each other for a quarter of an hour. Li Hanyi was finally satisfied and sheathed his sword:
"Not even close."
Fang Ping chuckled:
"Indeed, I am far worse than senior sister."
"!"
Li Hanyi's eyes were so cold under his mask that his eyes choked Fang Ping.
It's because the bloodline is suppressed.
Fang Ping asked:
"Speaking of which, wasn't your mask broken at noon? Was it re-carved?"
Li Hanyi ignored him and asked instead:
"When I asked about the sword this morning, after your sword move, you still had a back-up move, right?"
This group of people are all standing at the pyramid of kendo. Once they fight, they will know a lot.
Fang Ping was noncommittal:
"That's right."
The Holy Spirit Sword Technique, after Sword Twenty-Two, there is Sword Twenty-Three, but this sword cannot be used when asking for a sword.
"Why not?" Li Hanyi seemed a little unhappy.
Fang Ping groaned:
"Well...Sister, why don't you take off your mask and let's sit down and chat slowly?"
Hearing this, Li Hanyi snorted disdainfully:
"One day, I will let you use the last sword!"
After saying that, the figure in white robe climbed over the wall and left, and Fang Ping didn't even have time to persuade him to stay.
"I'll go, I haven't asked yet..."
We can only talk about the golden coffin tomorrow.
...
Early the next morning, before Fang Ping went to Cangshan Mountain, Sikong Changfeng came to find him first.
"Fang Ping, did you sleep well last night?"
"good......"
In fact, Fang Ping didn't sleep well at night. Whether it was an illusion or not, he always felt that Li Hanyi used ice to launch a surprise attack, just like he did at Kenshin Tomb when he was a child.
Sikong Changfeng laughed twice:
"That's good, just get used to it.
Actually, I came on this trip to ask the four city lords for something."
"?"
Hearing this, Fang Ping suddenly looked wary:
"It's only the second day and we have to assign work tasks?"
Xueyue City is what it is today. Isn’t it possible that all the masters in charge were cheated by this guy?
Sikong Changfeng laughed, waved his hands and said:
"No, this is my personal request. In fact... my daughter stayed away all night yesterday and searched Brother Zeng's Xueyue City but couldn't find it.
Someone saw her leaving the city, and I probably know who she is looking for, but there may be trouble on the way, so I want to ask you to help take care of her."
Fang Ping was suspicious:
"Why are you looking for me?"
"Hey, you also know that Baili Dongjun is a drunkard. He only knows how to make wine and drink every day. Li Hanyi has no time to practice swordsmanship. After the sword test yesterday, she didn't even sleep.
So...I can only come to you!"
Fang Ping shook his head:
"I mean, your daughter, why don't you go by yourself?"
"I want to build the Dengtian Pavilion," Sikong Changfeng said matter-of-factly, "If I go, you will be the only one to build the Dengtian Pavilion, right?"
Fang Ping: "..."
Sure enough, it was Lao Jianghu.
Before Fang Ping could refuse, Sikong Changfeng added:
"Qian Luo is most likely going to find Tang Lian. Although he is from the Tang Sect and has good martial arts skills, he has the important task of transporting the golden coffin. This journey may not be peaceful.
I was supposed to pick them up, but I didn’t have the time to do it..."
Fang Ping captured the key word—golden coffin!
After Sikong Qianluo finished speaking, Fang Ping pretended to hesitate and said:
"Since she is the daughter and disciple of Senior Gun Immortal, I will naturally help if I can, but what exactly is the golden coffin, where is it to be escorted, and is this considered official business?"
"Of course it counts!"
Sikong Changfeng told Fang Ping the general situation of the golden coffin and provided specific routes:
"In the near future, Tang Lian will go to Beauty Manor to find her partner. Here is the map. The route has been marked.
When you come back, your reward will be included in next month’s salary!”
Fang Ping nodded in agreement and immediately left the mansion with the three city lords.
One person is heading towards Dengtian Pavilion, and the other is heading outside the city.
After leaving Xueyue City, Fang Ping unfolded the map to identify the direction.
"Four City Lords, where are you going?"
The voice was cold and delicate, it was Li Hanyi.
She was still wearing a wooden mask, with her hands behind her back, standing on the treetops.
Fang Ping told Sikong Changfeng exactly what he had asked him to do.
Li Hanyi paused and his expression became firm:
"Before you leave, let's try the sword again!"
"Zheng——!"
Iron Horse Binghe took off his scabbard and faced Long Yuan Sword again.
A quarter of an hour later, Li Hanyi was slightly defeated and turned around and left without looking back.
Fang Ping: "..."
"My swordsmanship has indeed improved compared to last night... After all, I seem to be a sparring partner."
Without stopping, Fang Ping sped away in the direction of Beauty Manor.
...
A few days later at night, as soon as Fang Ping arrived at his destination, he heard the sound of fighting coming from the Beauty Manor, with swords flashing, thunder and fire shooting alternately.
With a sudden move, Fang Ping quietly reached the top of the village and found that the place below had become a mess.
The battlefield is divided into several places. Among them, the white-haired jade sword man is quite powerful, while the others are average.
Fang Ping swept his eyes and found the golden coffin. Coincidentally, Sikong Changfeng's daughter and apprentice were also nearby.
Seeing Tang Lian and a man in red falling into a tricky formation, Fang Ping weighed the green wood sword and threw it into the formation with his backhand.
"Remember, when the wind breaks, it means murder..."
"call out--"
Before he finished speaking, a different sound broke through the air.
Then there was a scream and the formation broke.
Lei Wujie and Tang Lian looked confused. Sikong Qianluo, who was preparing for a sneak attack, looked stunned and raised his gun while looking around in confusion.
"Ah? My fire technique is so powerful, but I haven't punched yet."
"No, it should be the owner of this wooden sword..."
Tang Lian was obviously more alert and realized that the person who used the formation was pierced by a wooden sword, and then escaped from the trap.
Fang Ping jumped lightly and landed on the tree crown, fluttering like an immortal, and raised his hand to summon the wooden sword:
"Are you two Tang Lian and Sikong Qianluo from Xueyue City?"
Hearing this, Tang Lian was overjoyed, support has arrived!