If we only compare martial arts, Lei Di Mountain's Thunder Step is famous for its rapid movement skills that are at the level of the refinement realm. It has an absolute advantage in both defense and offense. As the saying goes, "All martial arts in the world are invincible, only speed can defeat them."
Unbreakable." Therefore, Thunder Step has always been a compulsory course for disciples of Lei Di Mountain after they start.
"Even if he is a disciple of Xuan Yu, his cultivation is still shallow after all, so he shouldn't be so difficult to deal with." Sun'er is a disciple of Lei Di Mountain, and the elder knows the depth of Ben Lei Bu better than everyone here.
Fang Qingyun had used the Thunder Step to the extreme, but he still couldn't hurt Lang Fei at all. The thought in his mind changed, and he changed from being indifferent to Lang Fei to being quite afraid.
At this moment, Fang Qingyun in the field was getting more and more frightened as the fight continued. The two had fought for dozens of rounds, but the strange thing was that they had not even touched Lang Fei's sleeves. Lang Fei's movement was slower than Ben Lei Bu.
Naturally, it is difficult to hurt him, and although he is fast, Lang Fei is like a prophet, no matter which blind corner he turns to attack, he can still escape safely. Not only that, under his lightning-fast offensive, every few times
After a round, Lang Fei could always catch a slight flaw and counterattack, leaving him in a panic.
"Hmph, it seems that even if the fight continues, it will be difficult to tell the difference. How about using the thunder method to confront the enemy head-on. Let's see how long you can hide." Fang Qingyun didn't know that Lang Fei would have spiritual consciousness at this level, and it would take more time.
For a long time, he felt a little uneasy on his face. He had been calculating in his mind for a long time and could not care about anything else. Once he made up his mind, he stopped his steps and crossed his arms to form a seal.
"Shenxiao Thunder Way------Inspire Thunder!" Fang Qingyun shouted loudly, and a ball of cyan true energy suddenly filled his palms, with traces of electric light traveling on it. Immediately afterwards, there was a subtle "crackling"
With a sound, everyone in the hall felt a sudden movement in the void. Thin and thin electric lights slowly converged in the air to Fang Qingyun's palm, turning into a ball of thunder and lightning radiating with green light.
Feeling the destructive aura from the thunder ball in Fang Qingyun's hand, Lang Fei was horrified and did not dare to take it lightly. He moved his hands to his waist, with the ice whale steel blade in his left hand and the thunder and fire gun in his right hand, pointing at Fang Qingyun, as if he was facing a formidable enemy.
expression.
At this moment, Fang Qingyun was working hard to operate the thunder method, and did not pay attention to the weapon in Lang Fei's hand. When he thought about it, even if Lang Fei really had a treasure, he would not be able to exert its true power. Instead of testing its power again, he might as well go all out and use his strength.
The fierce thunder method shakes hard.
"Open!" As a breath of indifference to all living beings jumped out, Fang Qingyun slowly opened the lightning ball in his hands, holding a ball of lightning in each hand, slowly raised his head, and looked at Lang Fei with a pair of cold eyes.
Seeing this, Lang Fei's face changed slightly, the real energy in his body was running faster, and a three-inch white light appeared unsteadily on the steel blade of his left hand. At the same time, the thunder and fire gun in his right hand was also pointed at Fang Qingyun, ready to fire.
Just when the two people's faces were getting colder and the storm was about to rise, an angry shout suddenly came from the top. "That's enough!" With a loud shout, a purple shadow flashed in the center of the palace, and then two green faces intertwined with true power.
Appeared in front of the two of them.
Disturbed by Fang Zhen, the two of them lost their momentum and had no choice but to stop and look at him suspiciously.
"The competition ends here. I know that both of you are young talents. As for Qinghan's ownership, I will consider it carefully before making any plans."
When the great elder heard this, his eyes flashed, and he pressed forward: "Master, this is not another of your tactics to delay the attack."
Fang Zhen was furious and shouted: "That's enough, let me be quiet and think about this matter carefully."
Seeing Fang Zhen's rage, the elder was afraid that he would marry Fang Qinghan to Lang Fei in a fit of anger. After his face changed several times, he could only snort and said: "I hope the head of the family remembers what he said today, otherwise, don't blame me for not caring about the friendship of the same clan."
After saying that, he waved to Fang Qingyun, who had a cold face, and the old man and the young man walked out of the hall.
After he left, Fang Zhen's face softened a little. He looked around Lang Fei and the others, turned to Fang Qinghan and said warmly: "Qinghan, several of my nephews are guests from afar, and you haven't been home for more than ten years. No.
If you let Qingyan take you around our family courtyard, you should take some time to relax."
"Father, I...I...Junior Brother Lang." Fang Qinghan's face turned red, he looked at Fang Ming and then at Fang Qingyan, as if he was hesitant to speak.
Fang Zhen sighed slightly when he saw this, waved his hands and said, "Qinghan, listen, please leave dad alone."
"Yes." In the blink of an eye, Fang Qingyan winked at her, and Fang Qinghan nodded, turned around and walked to the center of the hall, and walked out of the hall with Lang Fei and others.
"Brother, I'll take my leave first." Seeing the juniors leaving, Fang Ming also resigned, leaving Fang Zhen alone and standing with his back to the door looking at the word "square" hanging on the front wall.
"..."
Everyone came to the door, and just as Fang Qingyan was about to lead the way, Xue Ya, who looked a little sad, suddenly stopped and said, "Xue Ya is a little tired after a long day's work. She wants to take a rest, but she can't accompany the young master."
Lang Fei did not doubt that he was there, nodded, and Fang Qingyan said Xue Ya's intention. Fang Qingyan did not dare to neglect after hearing this, and hurriedly waved to a maid and ordered her to take Xue Ya back to the wing to rest, while he still led Lang Fei to the side room to rest.
A few people flew to the inner courtyard to visit the Fang family's scenic spots.
"..."
After Lang Fei and others left, it was time for tea. Fang Zhen in the front hall suddenly sighed quietly and murmured: "Xi Ruo, after more than ten years of separation, Qinghan has grown up now. When I asked him to become a disciple of Danmen, my original intention was
I want her to practice with peace of mind and stay away from these power struggles in the clan, but what can I do... ugh!"
After saying that, he stared at the big word "square" for a moment. Fang Zhen felt a sense of disgust for no reason, so he turned around and left the front hall, walked around to the east chamber, and thought about going to the peach garden to relieve his depression.
"The pheasants are flying in the morning and singing in harmony, and the males and females are swarming in the mountains. I am alone and hurt because I have no room. What can I do when it is approaching dusk?" Bursts of quiet and melodious singing, accompanied by the distant lingering sound of the Yao Qin, linger in the place.
It was deafening and slipped into his heart.
"Who is it?" The Fang family's harp players flashed through his mind one by one, but he couldn't think of anyone who had such a tearful singing voice and could play such a quiet and hateful harp sound.
Fang Zhen was puzzled. He walked forward with the sound of the piano, turned to the guest room in the east wing, and came to Taoyuan through the side door. From a distance, he saw a graceful figure at the wind pavilion in the corner of the garden, playing the piano, drinking and singing, with a quiet voice.
Play.
The originally slightly sad feeling seemed to be twitching again, and Fang Zhen couldn't help but walk lightly and slowly walked outside the wind pavilion.
"..."
"What a great song, "Pheasants Flying in the Morning." After finishing the song, Fang Zhen sighed slightly, clasping his hands together and stroking his palms in praise.
Xue Ya was immersed in the music, but she suddenly came back to her senses after hearing a sound of praise. When she saw Fang Zhen outside the pavilion, she quickly stood up, bowed, and said: "Master Fang."
Fang Zhen nodded and turned his gaze from Xue Ya to the piano stand. When he saw the crested lyre lightly dipped in peach blossoms, he couldn't help but be startled and asked in surprise: "Is that the crested lyre in the girl's hand?"
Xue Ya was equally surprised when she heard the sound: "Does the head of the family also know this piano?"
Fang Zhen took a deep look at the piano body and said softly: "Not only do I know this piano, I also grew up listening to it."
"Ah." Xue Ya was startled, pointing at Yao Qin and said: "Master, you and this Qin, that Yun Yu Master's uncle..."
Looking at Xue Ya who was speaking incoherently, Fang Zhen waved his hand to reassure her, and then said: "Do you know the origin of this piano?"
Xue Ya shook her head and said: "Xue Ya doesn't know. I only know that this piano was given to Xue Ya by Master Yun Yu's uncle who asked the young master to give it to him."
Fang Zhen sighed again and said slowly: "When I was young, this piano belonged to my sister. Whenever I was depressed, my sister would always play the piano to relieve my worries. But then I grew up.
, my sister met the still young Master Yun Yu, and after the two became a Taoist couple, she took this crested lyre with her into the alchemy sect. But she didn’t expect...then...well, I remembered the last time I saw this lyre.
At that time, it has been more than forty years now."
Xue Ya had never thought that the Yao Qin in front of her had such an origin. Thinking of the little poem engraved on the Qin, she couldn't help feeling sad and sighing.
"Ah, in that case, isn't Miss Qinghan, isn't she my uncle's..."
Fang Zhen nodded and said: "Yes, logically speaking Master Yun Yu is Qing Han's uncle.
Xue Ya lowered her head and glanced at Yao Qin again, puzzled: "If that's the case, then why did Master Yun Yu's uncle give this Qin to Xue Ya? Wouldn't it be more appropriate to pass it on to Miss Qinghan?"
Fang Zhen laughed loudly when he heard this and said: "Fragility hides inner strength! Girl, I think the reason why the Master gave this piano to you is because your temperament is most similar to that of my sister."
"Ah?" After hearing the reason, Xue Ya was stunned for a moment.
Fang Zhen's eyes were fixed on Xue Ya, and after three breaths, his smile suddenly faded, and he said solemnly: "Listening to the emotions shown in the music before, girl, you also like the boy named Lang? But now, it's because of it
What you did in the palace made you sad, so you couldn't help but play the strings."
"Hmm..." Xue Ya was immediately turned red when she was caught in the middle of the story. She pondered for a long time, then nodded and said faintly: "Xue Ya had a hard life. She was rescued by the young master five years ago and accepted a little girl as her disciple. I think
This kind of kindness can no longer be preserved in this life. But a few days ago, with the help of the young master, the little girl was able to avenge her father and collect the remains of her parents so that the two elders could return to their hometown. Such a kindness that is as high as the sky and as deep as the sea, Xue Ya cannot help but
I thought I would repay you, but I just made up my mind to follow the master all my life, working as a slave, a maid, an ox or a horse, to repay the master's kindness. It's just...just..."
Speaking of this, Xue Ya suddenly burst into tears and sobbed: "It's just that even though she has made a decision in her heart, seeing the young master...proposing marriage to the head of the family in the palace today, Xue Ya still feels sad and full of loss."
In the blink of an eye, the rain wet the pear blossom face, and the tears washed away the red makeup. Seeing this, Fang Zhen was at a loss, his old face turned slightly red, and he said anxiously: "The girl's infatuation really moved Fang. If not, I would find an excuse to decline."
Is it okay for the boy to propose marriage so that the girl and his lover can finally get married?"
Xue Ya was very anxious when she heard this and said hurriedly: "Master, please don't, the young master and Miss Qinghan are really in love with each other. Along the way, Xue Ya saw everything in her eyes. The young master cared deeply about Miss Qinghan, and Miss Qinghan cared deeply about the young master.
They are also very attached. If the head of the family separates the two because he cares about the little girl, wouldn't it mean that Xue Ya was unfaithful and unjust to the young master? Even if he died a hundred times, it would be difficult to atone for this crime."