It is the same woman named Fan. At first glance, she is dressed plainly and elegantly. But if you look closely, you will find that her clothes are embroidered with a pattern of Ruyi water clouds. Under the moonlight in the sky and the lights of the market, she is looming. She is rich, dazzling, noble and graceful, but that's all.
However, at this moment, she should be covered with a mask, and she only had half or six of the charm of her previous appearance, so that she would not cause too much sensation in the market.
She still stared hard at Chen Pingan. Chen Pingan put down his bowl and chopsticks and had to ask: "What do you want from me?"
She suddenly reached out and rubbed her forehead, looked around, and frowned.
There was a diner at the next table who got into an argument with someone. He started swearing, slapping the table and glaring in the eyes. He pointed at the other person's nose and cursed angrily. You are an old madam and a little whore. It's nothing more than three things. If you dare to talk about it again,
I'm going to open a brothel directly in your house.
The two sides argued in a strong Nanyuan capital accent, which was both unpleasant and messy.
The woman gently kneaded her temples with her fingertips and returned to normal expression. With the voice of a martial artist, her eyes were full of curiosity and longing. She asked: "This young master, are you... an immortal?"
Chen Ping'an laughed dumbly, shook his head and said: "I am just a foreigner who came to Nanyuan Kingdom to travel. I am not an immortal like the girl said."
The woman felt a little regretful and said apologetically: "I'm sorry for bothering you so much, sir. Please forgive me."
Chen Pingan waved his hand, "It doesn't matter."
She hesitated for a moment and then reminded: "The capital of Nanyuan Kingdom has not been very peaceful recently. The young master is a good person among people and can easily be targeted. I hope the young master will be more careful."
Chen Pingan cupped his hands and clasped his fists, "Thank you, Miss Fan."
Fan Guan'er is not a sloppy person. Just leaving this bustling late-night snack market, some green-skinned hooligans want to take advantage of the opportunity, but every time they take action, she always just escapes, like a fish swimming in the water.
Among the water plants and rocks. Chen Pingan was a little confused. According to the old man in Zhulou, whether a martial artist's talent is good or not depends on whether he can develop the best fist skills from a poor boxing frame. This is the reason why he chose Chen Pingan in the first place.
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However, the old man surnamed Cui is very concerned about face and does not want to admit that "Shaking Mountain Fist" actually has many merits. Chen Pingan does not want to expose it.
The strange woman in front of me who has never been masked but has come to see him twice. According to the previous chats between the old man surnamed Ding and the Ya'er and the hairpin man Zhou Shi, she is probably the world-famous Fan Wan'er who stayed in his hometown.
Aquarius Island is the position where the daughter of the Shen Gao Sect crowns He Xiaoliang.
Fan Guan'er clearly has some "shortcut" ideas. Why is it that his martial arts cultivation seems to be weighed down by a huge stone weighing ten thousand kilograms, and he can't get up?
One's aura can be hidden and one can return to one's original nature, but after a long time, one's inner will cannot be deceived. The slowness of each breath and the charm of raising one's hands and feet will often reveal the secret.
The old man surnamed Ding, who had previously been wearing a silver lotus crown, seemingly casually stepped into the main hall of Baihe Temple. Chen Ping'an immediately noticed a strange phenomenon in the world.
Chen Ping'an came out of Lizhu Cave. He had seen quite a few people on the top of the mountain. People who could make Chen Ping'an think "very powerful" were certainly not simple. The fist-feeding person in Luoluoshanzhu Tower was once
A martial artist at the top of the ten realms, the swordsman on Osmanthus Island is also an old golden elixir after all.
After Fan Wan'er disappeared, Chen Ping'an thought for a while and left the busy place.
The capital of Nanyuan Kingdom is divided into eighty-one squares, large and small. The general layout is similar to that of many dynasties and vassal states that Chen Ping'an passed by. This city is known as the best in the world. It has Guizhou in the north, poor in the south, martial arts in the east, and Baihe Temple in the south.
Located in Xicheng, it is mostly the residences of middle-level civil servants and wealthy businessmen, and craftsmanship can be seen everywhere.
At this time, Chen Pingan was walking on a stone arch bridge. In the dead of night, Chen Pingan lightly jumped onto the railing and walked to the railing on the top of the bluestone bridge. Chen Pingan looked at the small river under his feet, gurgling and flowing.
A water-suppressing beast, shaped like a dragon, is not uncommon.
In many prosperous cities in Aquarius Continent, there are water-suppressing beasts like these used to suppress water monsters on the columns and pillars or the dragon gate stones. But Chen Ping'an couldn't detect the slightest trace of this ancient water-suppressing beast.
The remaining aura seems to be just a decorative ornament.
While Chen Ping'an was looking at the water in a daze, the fairy Fan Wan'er, who was born in Jingxin Pavilion, met His Highness the Crown Prince, Wei Yan, who was supposed to return to the palace of Nanyuan Kingdom.
Although this person is a nobleman of Tianhuang, he is a young master who hides his secrets. His martial arts mentor is an older generation grandmaster who exiled from the northern Great Wall to the Nanyuan Kingdom. As Wei Yan said, he is
In today's world, there is a small group of people closest to the top ten masters. The master of Crown Prince Wei Yan has an sworn hatred with the Chuihua Sect, one of the three sects of the Demon Sect. Therefore, His Highness the Crown Prince, who has this status and is respected by Hushan, is also
Both Pai and Jingxinting believed that he was a man of the right path and had the potential to become a leader of the next generation. Jingxinting even intended to support him as the next monarch of Nanyuan Kingdom.
Ya'er, who was a member of the demon sect, was the emperor's younger brother Wei Chong who secretly supported Wei Yan. The two sides had been fighting for the favor of the old emperor of Nanyuan Kingdom for five or six years.
Fan Guan'er and Wei Yan were scattered in the quiet night. Wei Yan said softly: "Fan Fairy, if you want to see that person, you don't need to hide it from me. He can hide in the main hall of Baihe Temple and never let us know from the beginning to the end.
I realize that he is definitely not an ordinary gangster. What if he is a member of the Demon Cult and something happens to you?"
Fan Guan'er didn't want Wei Yan, the future Emperor of Nanyuan, to have a grudge, so he smiled and said: "Your Highness, do you think you are related to Guan'er, the demon sect's Qing Ya'er who doesn't know his real name, and the hairpin flower of Chunchao Palace?
Lang Zhoushi, plus the other six young masters of similar age, make a total of ten people, echoing the top ten masters in the world. Among the ten of us, who has the highest martial arts?"
Wei Yan already knew this. In addition to having a good master, he was also the prince of a country. He had spies all over the world. Even if he had never been in the world, he was already familiar with the secrets of the world. Wei Yan spoke without thinking.
Come on, "It's hard to say who is the leader, but the top three have already been determined. Once the battle of life and death happens, once they meet on a narrow road, who will live and who will die will depend on who is better at fighting for the general trend in the world. The time, place, and people are favorable, and whoever takes over
Whoever has more wins."
Speaking of this, Wei Yan glanced behind the woman. When traveling tonight, Fan Wan'er did not carry any weapons. He smiled and said: "Fan Fairy is proficient in Jingxinting, Hushan School and the long-lost White Ape Back Swordsmanship. She is one of the three saints.
Learning, being inclusive, can certainly be ranked among the top three. My master praised the fairy sincerely. With or without the sword on his back, he is like two Fan Wan'er."
Fan Wan'er smiled and said, "Your Highness is so complimentary."
Wei Yan held his back with one hand and tapped the jade belt around his waist with the fingers of the other hand, "That Ya'er from the Demon Sect, when she first entered the capital, she was so arrogant that she dared to go to the Imperial Preceptor and even ate Imperial Preceptor Zhong.
The world thinks she is lucky to be able to be injured without dying with her fists, but my father told me that the Imperial Master once said that that little girl is so talented in martial arts that she can be called Lu Fang among women."
"The last person should be Feng Qingbai, whose origin is unknown. He came out of nowhere in the past ten years. There is no trace of his life experience or sect. He likes to travel around and constantly challenges masters and masters from all walks of life. I only know that
This person has made rapid progress. If you look at his opponent selection, you will find that he has grown from a layman who knows a little about three-legged cats to a top-notch master in the world in just ten years."
After saying this, Wei Yan turned around and asked: "Fairy Fan, among the other seven, is there anyone who is hiding deeper?"
Fan Guan'er clasped his hands behind his back and walked on a quiet little bridge, close to the railing, patting the head of the squatting lion carved on the small stone again and again, shaking his head and saying: "Even if it is true, at least Jingxinting and I don't know about it.
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Wei Yan smiled warmly. He had never thought that Fairy Fan could be so playful. For a moment, he looked at those moist eyes and felt a little crazy.
A man's inferior eyes only look at a woman's face, his medium eyes only look at her figure, and his superior eyes only look at a woman's demeanor.
What's more, Fan Wan'er has all three, and he is still the most popular in the world.
How can we make His Highness the Crown Prince of Nanyuan Kingdom, who has eyes above his head, not be moved? She is a graceful lady and a gentleman. Wei Yan's love for her, whether it is words or sight, is neither naked or unrestrained, but also never deliberately hidden.
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Wei Yan stopped, then quickened his pace, walking side by side with her, wanting to reach out and hold her delicate hand, but unfortunately he didn't have the courage.
Fan Guan'er stopped, turned sideways, raised his eyes and looked into the distance, his eyebrows were sad, and he said slowly: "The reason why I talked about this is to talk about a strange thing that I still can't figure out."
Wei Yan asked curiously: "Tell me about it."
Fan Guan'er rubbed his eyebrows, and Wei Yan worriedly asked: "What's wrong, but what insidious tactics did the white-robed swordsman use?"
She smiled and shook her head, "Your Highness, have you ever heard of 'banishing the immortal' from your master?"
Wei Yan said with a smile: "My master is a charlatan, don't mention this. He doesn't like literati and poets the most. He always says that they are just helpless women. When I was young, I learned martial arts from my master. Whenever we chat, I say
If you have to be a little more refined, you will be beaten. So I can only appreciate the grace of banished immortals from poetry."
Since Wei Yan had no clues, Fan Wan'er did not want to say more about the matter and changed the subject. She looked far-reaching and murmured: "Your Highness, have you ever had the feeling that when we experience something or walk through
After meeting someone in a place, you always feel a little familiar?"
Wei Yan nodded, "Yes, why not?"
His Royal Highness found it interesting and asked with a smile: "Does Fairy Fan also believe in the Buddhist theory of reincarnation?"
Fan Wan'er shook his head.
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On Guniu Mountain outside the capital, there were seven or eight people standing tonight. Among them was Yu Zhenyi, who looked like a child from the Hushan School, with a solemn expression, looking at the outline of the capital in the night.
A sloppy man smelling of alcohol, who even gave his sword to the woman in the liquor store, was named Lu Fang.
Zhong Qiu, the national master of Nanyuan Kingdom, is a thin, unsmiling man with an elegant temperament. It is hard to imagine that he will be the best in the world.
There is only one person left,
Yu Zhenyi's voice was as young and clear as his appearance, and he slowly said: "Except for Old Devil Ding, Chunchao Palace Zhou Fei, Ranger Feng Feng, and Jingxinzhai Tong Qingqing, these are the four people already established, and we are afraid we will have to kill one more person.
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Lu Fang laughed at himself: "It can't be me, right?"
Zhong Qiu glanced at him coldly.
Lu Fang spread his hands and said helplessly: "Can't you just make a joke?"
To be continued...