Volume 1: Wild Beasts, Changes Begin Chapter 10: Conspiracy and Secret Plot, Fan Changan
[Character Template: Tie Shou (Tie You Xia)
A copper wall of ten thousand jin can resist the flood waves, and a fierce fist can subdue the enemy with bare hands. He is one of the four famous detectives in the mansion of Zhuge Taifu, the Six-Five Divine Marquis.
Main skills: consistent magic skills, majestic magic skills, and fierce bare-handed punches.
Current ability progress: 30%. 】
[Current ability progress: 35%]
It can be said that 90% of the high-ranking officials of the entire Ming Dynasty martial arts world have now gathered at the headquarters of the Beggars' Sect. Just by showing his face in front of them, Fang Yunhan's ability progress has increased to 30%. At the same time, his impression in the minds of Shaolin and Wudang has doubled, advancing another 5%.
Endless power flowed through his limbs and bones, and the severe pain in Fang Yunhan's chest was almost suppressed to the point where he could no longer feel it.
The boy maintained a calm expression on the surface, but he was cheering in his heart.
After he circulated his internal energy for several weeks, he opened his eyes and found that Master Fakong and Taoist Qingyun had left, leaving only Zhao Dapeng.
"The words you asked me to say in public were highly praised by the two seniors."
Zhao Dapeng sat down on the other side of the stone and said, "It would be great if you were from our Beggars' Sect."
"These are just some simple analysis and choices. When you are calm and think more about things, you can do it." Fang Yunhan was not being modest when he said this. He really didn't think of himself as a wise man.
In his opinion, anyone who has completed nine years of compulsory education and watched some detective and martial arts dramas can do what they did in the past few days, but they just need to remain calm and careful enough.
However, Zhao Dapeng only felt that they were friends who had lived and died together. He couldn't help but feel closer to them. He told them what the leaders of various sects had discussed in the mourning hall before: "We are going to set off at noon tomorrow. It is useless for some small sects to join, so there is only one person each from the Beggars' Sect, Shaolin, and Wudang to join the escort team. The rest are eight masters from the Five Mountains Sect, Kunlun, Emei, and Kongtong, and a few accompanying disciples. In addition, two famous masters of the upright sects, Dian Cangbai Yunshen and Nanling Duan Wangsun, have joined."
"We'll set off at noon tomorrow." Fang Yunhan nodded, pondered for a moment, and looked directly into Zhao Dapeng's eyes, "Do you believe me?"
"Of course!" Zhao Dapeng's tone left no room for doubt.
"Okay." Fang Yunhan stretched out a hand, "Then give me the treasure map."
"Ah?" Zhao Dapeng was stunned, then he figured it out, "Yes, everyone thought the treasure map was with me, but I gave it to you for safekeeping. In this way, the team will be safer in both light and dark places."
As Zhao Dapeng spoke, he took out a small bamboo tube from his arms and handed it to Fang Yunhan.
Although they have only known each other for less than ten days, Zhao Dapeng has truly regarded Fang Yunhan as a friend for life and death.
Fang Yunhan took the bamboo tube, pulled out the treasure map and took a look at it, then said, "It was indeed given to me for safekeeping, but it's not the same team."
Zhao Dapeng opened his mouth to speak, but Fang Yunhan raised his hand to stop him, saying, "Don't worry, listen to me. It seems that I am traveling alone, and once I am discovered, it will be absolutely dangerous. But in fact, as long as your team is still there, the other party will not dare to bet whether it is a trick or not, and they will definitely have to allocate a large part of their forces to deal with your team."
"Besides, I won't be truly alone." Fang Yunhan put away the bamboo tube and said, "Tonight you must send someone to Yueyang City to buy a good horse for me. Remember, send an old hand to accidentally let the other factions know that I'm leaving first."
Zhao Dapeng seemed to be thinking: "You didn't leave before, but now you are in such a hurry to leave. They must have guessed it. But why don't you tell them directly?"
"Because I want to make sure that no one knows where the treasure map is except you and me." Fang Yunhan said, "And the famous sects want to save face. You have already discussed it, and as long as we don't say it clearly, they won't split up the troops in the already decided large team. In other words, I want them to mobilize more people who didn't come to worship this time, so that our strength will be stronger."
Zhao Dapeng was still a little confused: "Why do you say that if we are so secretive, they will do their best?"
"For a sect, even if they cooperate to kill a threatening enemy, they always want to make the partner suffer more losses. But for the sake of huge profits, as long as their minds are a little unclear, they are willing to take risks."
Fang Yunhan’s meaning is very simple.
If the treasure map is to be escorted to the imperial court openly, then the various factions cannot take action.
But if Fang Yunhan was alone, left in an unclear manner, was killed on the way, and suddenly found out in the end that the treasure map had been secretly given to him, but was now gone, then it would be difficult to explain.
Your Beggars' Sect didn't discuss this with us big sects, so of course we didn't know about this. The one who killed him and stole the treasure map was certainly not one of ours. We are all working for the justice of the martial arts world and fighting against the mysterious man.
Zhao Dapeng thought for a while and understood: "But, in this case, wouldn't you still be risking your life alone ?"
"A triangle is the most stable shape. You have to believe that I am capable of taking advantage of troubled waters."
Fang Yunhan stood up with a smile and patted Zhao Dapeng on the shoulder. "Go and prepare the horses. I'll leave tonight."
It turned out that what he asked before was not whether Zhao Dapeng believed in his character, but whether he believed in his ability.
Zhao Dapeng felt the powerful internal force coming from his shoulders just now. He clenched his fists and put them in front of his chest, then nodded heavily.
"good."
…
In a secluded path, flowers and birds know each other well.
In a courtyard located deep in the mountains, with mottled green walls and shaded by flowers and trees, the Black Dharma King stood outside the threshold and recounted everything that had happened previously regarding the Beggar Gang's treasure map.
The door of the courtyard was open. From where the Black Dharma King was standing, he could see a desk under a peach tree in the courtyard.
A beautiful woman was grinding ink, and a man in a Confucian robe in his thirties was spreading out rice paper. He sighed when he heard that the Five Wanderers and the Ten Elders had suffered heavy losses.
"It's also because the Beggars' Sect is not doomed yet. You can't be blamed for this. However, you need to make careful arrangements and take good care of their families." The man picked up a large brush from the pen holder and said, "We are going to the Western Regions this time. After many battles, we have already secured channels for food, weapons, and horses. In addition to the training grounds we opened up before, and the 800 elite disciples we carefully trained, as long as the equipment and food are in place, we can quickly develop a scale of thousands or even tens of thousands by bringing in the new with the old."
There was a fiery look in the Black Magic King's eyes. He knew very well that the man in front of him was no empty talker. Since he said so now, there was at least an 80% chance of success.
Tens of thousands of disciples, what kind of scale is that? Dominating the martial arts world is almost around the corner.
And this is just the early stages, and we will be able to see the results within a year or two.
"So what we lack most now is wealth." The ink was already ground. The man in the Confucian robe smiled at his wife, dipped the brush into the ink, and said, "I have asked Hongyu and others to verify the authenticity of Jianwen's treasure. The confirmed news has been sent back."
"So as long as we get the treasure map, our hegemony will be accomplished." The Black King couldn't help but answer the question, and then said ashamedly, "It's a pity that something went wrong on my end."
"I already said I can't blame you."
The man in the Confucian robe wrote the word "Ming" on the paper. His strokes were vigorous and deep, and the ink was dripping. His domineering and arrogant aura was almost unstoppable.
"I think God wants me to not just do ordinary things when my ambition is about to rise."
"Then I, Mingjiao, no."
The man suddenly made a stroke with the tip of the brush, and the soft brush actually cut the paper in half. The word "Ming" was divided into a day and a moon, and was printed on the rice paper that was spread out on both sides, like a roc spreading its wings.
He looked at the new name and laughed out loud. His laughter swept the peach blossoms from the tree down like snow. The wind blew the flowers out of the door and landed all over the Black Dharma King.
The Black Dharma King looked at it devoutly.
I only heard——
"Then I, Fan Changan's Sun and Moon Sect, will come out in full force this time, and give this good deed a prelude that will shock the martial arts world."
