In the pavilion, Fang Yeyu believed it in an instant!
What does this "cheap holy city" mean...
Seeing Fang Yeyu's expression of being angry but unwilling to speak, Hao Jian smiled, picked up the wooden sword next to him, and made two gestures.
Fang Yeyu looked at the wooden sword and asked tentatively: "I dare to ask Brother Hao, what is the meaning of carving this wooden sword?"
Hao Jian looked at Fang Yeyu with a faint smile: "Ye Yu, what do you think?"
Fang Yeyu thought about it and said, "Could it be that...this is something Brother Hao gave to his master?"
Hao Jian laughed, nodded and said: "Hahaha, of course... no!"
Fang Yeyu: "..."
Didn't you just nod your head?
"This is just something I was doing for fun when I was bored. However, since Ye Yu has come all the way, I, as the owner of the mountain, cannot let Ye Yu return empty-handed..."
As he spoke, Hao Jian clapped his hands.
In the garden, Qian Hongqing walked in with a low eyebrow, holding an exquisite box in his hand.
"Ye Yu, Fat Tiger... oh no, you and I know the purpose of Brother Pang sending you here. There have been a lot of twists and turns. Take this thing back and give it to the magician. It's what he wants. The answer lies in it," Hao Jian said.
Fang Yeyu took the box and said in a deep voice: "Brother Hao, don't worry, Ye Yu will definitely hand it over to the master."
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Wuchang.
After Feng Xinglie quietly entered the city, he found a remote inn and asked for a simple guest room.
Sitting in the room, he silently thought about the next path...
To this day, the true energy from Pang Ban's palm still remains in his body. Although Pang Ban retracted almost 90% of his power at that time, a magician is a magician. With only 10% of his power, it is difficult for Feng Xinglie to gather his true energy. gas……
Even though Guangdu helped him heal his injuries before and he was recuperated at Kongshan Yin'an later, he was only able to cure his external injuries...
Now he only needs two or three strong men to knock him down.
Thinking back to the time when I was high-spirited, known as the leader of the young generation in the martial world, with a loving wife in my arms, and successful martial arts, but now I feel as panicked as a lost dog...
Feng Xinglie became more and more lifeless.
At this moment, he heard shouts and curses coming from next door.
"Sick and consumptive devil, if you don't get up and go out by yourself tomorrow, I will throw you out!"
This was the scolding sound from the waiter who took him upstairs.
Feng Xinglie's heart moved, and he pushed the door open and said, "Little brother, why are you so angry?"
The waiter pointed to the back and said: "So that the guest will know that the man in this room fell ill in bed as soon as he came to the inn, and he didn't give him any money. If I hadn't been kind to God, I would advise the shopkeeper to let him go for the time being." , he has been thrown out long ago...but this is not a long-term solution..."
Feng Xinglie smiled and said, "I'll pay his rent for him!"
The waiter took the money, his face brightened a little, and then he went downstairs...
Feng Xinglie walked into the room opposite and saw a pale-faced young man lying on the bed, looking at Feng Xinglie with dull eyes. His expression was a bit strange. It was hard to tell whether he was grateful or disgusted.
"My friend also suffered internal injuries?" Feng Xinglie asked doubtfully.
The man closed his eyes and ignored Feng Xinglie at all.
Just as Feng Xinglie was about to turn back to his room, he heard a violent cough from behind him. When he turned around, he saw that the young man's coughing chest was covered with black and red blood.
When Feng Xinglie saw this, his heart moved slightly, but he said, "I'll go find a doctor for you."
As soon as I went out, I met a young girl, slim and graceful, wearing black clothes and fair skin, with a small yellow flower in her bun.
As soon as the girl saw Feng Xinglie, a smile flashed across her face, and she pulled Feng Xinglie up to the corner of the corridor.
"Hey, how's that man doing? Is he dying?"
Feng Xinglie smiled and said: "Girl, if you want to deal with that person, I advise you to forget it..."
The girl's face turned cold, "Are you his helper?"
"No, no, I have never met him. I just saw him pretending to be injured and having a mean face. He is not a righteous person." Feng Xinglie said calmly.
The girl was startled, "Are you really pretending? You really want to lure me out! Hey, you don't seem to know martial arts. How did you know that?"
Feng Xinglie smiled and said, "Although I don't know martial arts, my eyesight is pretty good. I can at least tell whether the blood he vomited is human blood or chicken blood."
The girl snorted coldly: "What a cunning guy, Mr. Charming Sword is very cunning! I, Gu Qianlian, was almost fooled. Fortunately, I was not bad luck and met you... Good brother, can you do me a favor?"
As she spoke, the girl gently shook Feng Xinglie's arm and begged, her eyes shining with hope.
Feng Xinglie sighed: "I can't be your accomplice."
"It's very easy! Just put the pills in the water and let him drink it. Since he is pretending to be sick, he must drink water and take the medicine..." Gu Qianlian begged softly.
Feng Xinglie picked up the pill, took a closer look, and suddenly said with emotion: "Qidu Pill, are you from Shuangxiu Mansion?"
Gu Qianlian was shocked when she heard this, her eyes widened: "Who are you? You can actually recognize our Seven Poison Pills?"
Feng Xinglie would not tell him that he was once a direct disciple of the Xie Yi Sect, so he naturally knew a lot about the Shuang Xiu Mansion, which had a deep connection with the Xie Yi Sect.
Feng Xinglie returned the pills to Gu Qianlian without thinking.
At this moment, Gu Qianlian's expression changed, she grabbed Feng Xinglie and rushed towards the room.
At the same time, Charming Sword Master Diao Piqing, who was pretending to be ill across the street, chased in with murderous intent.
In the room, Gu Qianlian hugged Feng Xinglie and hid under the mosquito net.
The smell of lamp wicks filled the room.
Her delicate body trembled slightly, as if she was extremely frightened.
Feng Xinglie secretly laughed in his heart that this girl was so naive that she would even think of hiding under the covers...
But when I thought about it again, it felt wrong.
If the disciples of Shuang Xiu Mansion only have this level of IQ, how can they compete with Mr. Charming Sword?
There was no time to think about it, Diao Piqing had already chased into the room, and slashed out with a merciless sword. If the chop was solid, Feng Xinglie, Gu Qianlian, and even the bed board beneath them would be cut off!
In an instant, Gu Qianlian suddenly slipped out of Feng Xinglie's arms, and a chain whip held Diao Piqing's long sword.
"What?" Diao Biqing was shocked.
He and Gu Qianlian have been fighting for a long time, so he naturally knows that Gu Qianlian's skills are not as good as his own.
But this time, he showed that his skill was almost equal to his own!
Diao Piqing's long sword was locked by a chain, so he simply made a fist with his left hand and struck out.
And Gu Qianlian also struck out with one palm.
The moment the fists and palms met, Diao Piqing once again found that he was defeated. He was knocked back several steps, and even the charm sword was in Gu Qianlian's hand.
"The wick is poisonous!"
Diao Biqing suddenly realized this and was furious!
Gu Qianlian smiled sweetly and said: "If it weren't for this, how could I have accidentally blocked you in the room?"
Diao Piqing was also very decisive and ignored the charm sword and went straight out through the window...
Feng Xinglie said in his heart: "She is indeed not such an innocent girl!"
Just when he thought of this, he suddenly felt the world spinning and fainted...
He also inhaled the poison of the wick.
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When he woke up leisurely, he saw a pretty face very close to him.
The orchid breath penetrated the tip of his nose.
Feng Xinglie put his hands on the ground and struggled to get up, but he suddenly softened halfway and fell backwards.
Gu Qianlian stretched out a pair of jade hands and hugged his back, almost hugging him.
"I've detoxified you. This is the hilltop to the north of the Yuewang Temple in the suburbs! If I help you up, you can see the cornices of the Yuewang Temple and the Yangtze River in the distance. This is where I practice every day. You are the first
Someone who shares this place with me."
Feng Xinglie managed to get up.
Gu Qianlian wanted to help him, but was pushed away by Feng Xinglie.
After swaying for a while, he finally stood up. Under the moonlight, he could indeed see a beautiful scenery.
"What are you thinking about?" Gu Qianlian said softly.
Feng Xinglie said calmly: "You don't need to worry about it!"
He still has lingering fears about Gu Qianlian's deep city...
"Are you angry with me? My martial arts skills are not as good as Diao Piqing's. If I want to catch him, I can only use the wick to spread the poison... I never thought you would be poisoned! After all, the poison only affects people with internal strength.
The effect..." Gu Qianlian said a little aggrieved.
Feng Xinglie's heart moved and his thoughts changed, "It seems that the skill in my body has disappeared without a trace, but it should just be lurking somewhere... I still have a chance to recover my skill!"
When he thought of this, he suddenly felt that life was not so gloomy and desperate.
"I wrongly blamed you... I'm sorry! However, now that my poison has been cured and my grudges between you and me have been cleared, it's time for me to leave..." Feng Xinglie said lightly. He only had one idea, to find a place to practice cultivation and recover.
Skill, retrieve Bingyun.
Gu Qianlian said quietly: "I know you hate me, but do you know why I keep pestering you?"
After a pause, she added: "Because, I know who you are!"
Feng Xinglie was stunned...
"You and I will go back to Shuangxiu Mansion to meet someone. If you get her favor, you will not only regain your martial arts skills, but you will even reach a higher level." Gu Qianlian said.
Feng Xinglie pondered silently, Shuangxiu Mansion has the dual cultivation method... This is not a secret!
"You don't have to hesitate. Without the cover of our Shuangxiu Mansion, you will fall into the hands of the Black and White Servants in less than a day. Believe it or not! Your whereabouts are not as secretive as you imagined." Gu Qianlian said again.
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Feng Xinglie was shocked and suddenly understood the reason why Gu Qianlian brought him to this barren mountain...
Apart from this out-of-the-way place, how could there be no informants from the Magician’s Palace in other places?
"Aren't you afraid of offending Pang Ban? Your Shuangxiu Mansion will be destroyed at every turn!" Feng Xinglie said doubtfully.
Gu Qianlian said softly: "There is someone waiting for you in the Yuewang Temple. You will understand when you see him."
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At dusk at night, on the bank of the river outside Wuchang Mansion, Fang Yeyu, who was speeding all the way, finally saw the majestic figure standing at the dock with his hands behind his back.
Pang Ban looked intently at the bright moon in the sky. The surroundings were quiet, with only the sound of the river flowing slowly.
Fang Yeyu slowed down and quietly came behind Pang Ban.
"Come back?" Pang Ban said calmly.
Fang Yeyu bowed and said: "Master, fortunately you have fulfilled your destiny! The disciple met Hao Jian, the new master of Qianluo Mountain City, and he asked the disciple to hand this thing to the master."
Pang Ban took the rather delicate wooden box and opened it without any scruples, not worrying about any hidden weapons.
In fact, there really isn't.
In the box is a three-inch puppet.
Pang Ban's eyes flashed with joy and he put the puppet in his palm.
The face of the puppet is very strange. It does not look like a human face, but looks like a panda. It is also painted with black and white paint, with black ears and white face.
The panda head and human facial features are strangely combined.
His expression was a little weird, his eyes were squinting, and he looked funny and a bit mean.
There is a small wooden sword in his hand. Standing with the sword in his hand, he has a sword intention rising into the sky.
The puppet's left hand points in the direction of the wooden sword in its right hand.
Pang Ban looked carefully in the direction of the puppet's left hand and couldn't help but laugh.
"Hahahaha, interesting, interesting..."
It turned out that the small wooden sword held in his right hand was engraved with a line of words the size of a fly's head, "I will come to the battle to block the river! People in Jianghu will not deceive people in Jianghu!"
Fang Yeyu's mind was also attracted by this puppet. Ever since he got the box, he never had the thought of opening it and taking a look.
Because he knows very well that the right to open it belongs to the Master!
If he doesn't even understand this, he is not worthy to be Pang Ban's disciple.
"This person is quite clever. He actually knows that I have already issued a gauntlet to Lang Fanyun..." Pang Ban said lightly, "However, this tone... is really unpredictable."
"Master, that guy is really a bitch..." Fang Yeyu told the detailed story.
Even though Pang Ban has read countless people and has rich experiences, he can't help but have an extremely weird look on his face...
"So, people in the world of charlatans don't deceive people in the world of charlatans... Hahaha, that's interesting! Interesting! Look at these sixteen little characters, each stroke contains the truth of swordsmanship, especially when combined together, each stroke is
It's like it's come alive, like the chess pieces on a chessboard, and like the stars in the night sky, criss-crossing each other, forming a peerless swordsmanship full of sword intent..." Pang Ban said with great interest.
Fang Yeyu was startled, and when he looked carefully, he was really shocked.
"It seems that the situation of the twin stars on Lanjiang Island will change in a year's time... Well, it should be called the Three Kingdoms Struggle for Hegemony!" Pang Ban said to himself.
Fang Yeyu secretly thought in his heart: "That guy is right. Master, after just one look, he immediately had the answer..."
After a while, Pang Ban happily handed the puppet to Fang Yeyu.
"I'll leave this puppet to you. You may be able to meditate on these sixteen characters at your leisure. If you can understand the essence of swordsmanship, it will be an unexpected surprise."
Fang Yeyu took it and put it into the wooden box.
"Hahahahahaha, what a cheap saint, what a Hao Jian! Pang has lived in seclusion for twenty years, and now as soon as he enters the world, he has met two worthy opponents... Pang is really overjoyed!"
Pang Ban suddenly laughed and said.
In the night sky, Pang Ban's laughter spread far away...
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As soon as Feng Xinglie stepped into the Yuewang Temple, a figure in white came into view, with his back to him, standing with his hands behind his back, as majestic as a mountain.
Feng Xinglie fell to his knees instantly as if struck by lightning, hissing: "Master..."
He didn't expect that waiting for him in the Yuewang Temple was actually the "evil spirit" Li Ruohai!
Li Ruohai slowly turned around, his handsome and almost demonic face was extremely cold, "Do you still recognize me as your master?"
Feng Xinglie kowtowed three times before standing up and saying: "Feng Xinglie betrayed his master and failed to live up to his master's expectations. Now he has lost all his martial arts skills. But it is better to die than to die in the hands of outsiders."
Li Ruohai looked at the eaves outside the Yuewang Temple and suddenly sighed: "The swallows have flown south, and they will come back next year when the flowers bloom. But the disciple I value most is gone and will never come back... Do you know why I have never returned from this place for so many years?"
Haven’t left the water village to clean up the door?”
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