Volume 1: Wild Beasts, Changes Begin Chapter 26 Teaching Direction
"The Black King didn't catch up, I'm afraid he's in danger."
In a small inn on the outskirts of the city, after Yang Pinting helped Murong Hongyu apply medicine and bandage, she looked out the window several times, lowered her head and sighed, "It's my fault. I underestimated them."
Murong Hongyu was lying on the bed, her face pale, looking like a beautiful woman carved out of jade. Upon hearing this, she only said, "I have had contact with the Black Dharma King before, but I was totally unprepared. This is not my wife's fault. It's just that man..."
"Don't say anything more, just rest assured and recuperate." Yang Pinting gently stroked Murong Hongyu's left shoulder.
Murong Hongyu had already lost a lot of blood, so she sealed the acupoints to relieve the pain and applied medicine. After her mouth was closed, she fell into a deep sleep soon after.
Yang Pinting came to the table, picked up the pen and started writing a letter.
During this trip, the three of them not only underestimated Fang Yunhan, but also underestimated the people from the Five Mountains Sword Sect, especially Feng Qingyang .
Feng Qingyang's swordsmanship did not seem to be from the Huashan School. Instead, it was somewhat similar to the swordsmanship written in the handwriting of a certain ancestor that Yang Pinting had seen in the ancient tomb before.
However, although the sword techniques recorded in the handwritten book can break the opponent's moves, they must be used with the left hand sword, and one must start by practicing with a heavy sword weighing more than 50 kilograms, which is really not suitable for women.
The ancestor finally said that he would continue to make improvements, but he did not leave the improved products in the ancient tomb, so the specific situation is unknown.
After a while, what happened in the city today was briefly written on a piece of paper. Yang Pinting rolled up the paper and stuffed it into a small bamboo tube. Then she walked to the window and blew a whistle. Soon, the sound of flapping wings was heard outside the window, and an eagle with pure green wings fell.
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The green-feathered eagle flew into a courtyard deep in the mountains late at night.
The eagle-breeding disciple , who was wearing a green headscarf and various sachets hanging on his body , took off the small bamboo tube tied to the eagle's claws, looked at the mark on it, and immediately hurried to inform the leader.
At this time, Fan Changan, the leader of the Sun and Moon Sect, was trimming his nails with a dagger in the garden.
All ten of his fingernails were originally round and smooth , but now, the nail on his right index finger had a few cracks, and the front end of the nail on his middle finger had some burn marks.
However, when the subordinate who was in charge of raising the green eagle and had excellent eyesight brought the bamboo tube up, he saw the two tiny scars and only admired it even more.
He captured such a terrible opponent and only injured such a small part of his body. It's not wrong to say that he was an immortal.
Fan Changan put down the dagger, took the paper and took a look at it.
"You actually failed to stop it, and even harmed the Black Magic King, and injured Hongyu and Lao Jin?"
Fan Changan frowned. There were very light footsteps coming from the other side. A swordsman entered the garden and said, "Master, those people refused to eat or drink water."
"Then let them starve." Iron Bodhi, who was standing in the shadow of a tree in the distance, heard this and said quietly, "It's just right to starve them for a few meals. It's a pity that Old Hua died suddenly and the Three Corpses Brain Pill has not been developed yet. Otherwise, we could give each of them one pill, but I'm afraid they won't obey."
"Since they refuse to eat the food and water, give them strong liquor and steamed buns. You should taste them carefully in front of them first, and then put them in the cage."
Fan Changan waved his hand, and someone beside him brought him a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone. He waited for the ink to be ground, took out a pen, and said, "They don't have many days left. They are all outstanding people of their time. They should be well fed and well-drinked, so they should not be neglected."
After giving these instructions, Fan Changan handed the piece of paper to the disciple who kept the eagle for a while and said, "Copy the words on this paper and pass them to all the hidden agents on Fang Yunhan's route from south to north."
After the disciples received the order to leave, Fan Changan picked up the dagger again, cut off the last small piece of charred nail, spread out the five fingers of his right hand, and looked at it carefully.
"With no background of a master, and unknown boxing and palm skills, he is so mysterious, and yet his skills are so amazing. It's interesting."
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The sun sets and the moon rises, and in the blink of an eye, the quiet night is over and the morning light shines brightly again.
On the road leading north to the capital, four horses and one donkey were running side by side.
Mo Taichong looked back at the city wall that was gradually becoming invisible, and said with a smile: "The battle in that city overturned half of the martial arts world. Brother Fang is really going to be as you said, with a reputation that spreads all over the world."
Fang Yunhan took a look and saw that the ability progress on the character template had reached 79%. He said in a good mood, "Is this considered half of the Jianghu? If that's the case, a mere city with hundreds of scumbags is far from what people aspire to be."
"Haha, now that our Ming Dynasty is peaceful and prosperous, are there really a few people who would yearn for the martial arts world?" Yu Longzi also laughed.
"Of course there will be!"
Fang Yunhan's tone suddenly became very serious, as if he wanted to put the facts in front of them in his own words.
“Even in a peaceful and prosperous era that is ten or a hundred times better than the current Ming Dynasty, there will still be people, many people who yearn for the martial arts world.”
There was a hint of reminiscence in the eyes of the young man in black.
"Wrapped in the quilt, staying up late at night, hiding from my parents to read the latest exciting stories."
“When I see the plot twist and the great villain appears on stage, I want to rush into the book and smash him in the face to undo all my regrets.”
"You buy a half-real sword, and you don't have to fight bloodshed. You just swing it twice without any rules, and then you imagine yourself to be a respected hero."
"When it was drizzling, I suddenly felt like walking on the street with my umbrella, bracing myself against the damp air. Amid the indifference or foolish looks of others, I felt a sense of pride as if I had traveled the world."
"Heroes and beauties, tyrants and bandits, and..." Fang Yunhan clenched his fist and raised it in front of his eyes, "magical martial arts."
Robert Kuok shook his head indifferently: "These words sound too... too childish."
"Don't they say that a man stays young until he dies?" Fang Yunhan patted Robert Kuok's horse. "Brother Kuo, although your face looks a little mature, you are still quite young. Don't age prematurely."
"The face looks more mature, hahahaha, more mature, haha~"
Feng Qingyang suddenly laughed so hard that he fell backwards. When Robert Kuok's face had turned as black as the bottom of a pot, he reluctantly stopped and patted his belly and said, "Brother Fang, what do you think everyone should be like in the world of martial arts that is longed for?"
"I think..." Fang Yunhan thought for a moment and said, "Everyone, especially those famous people, should have the spirit of self-respect, independence and unrestrainedness, and the courage to take risks, go through fire and water, and not shy away from death."
"This is too much to ask." Mo Taichong shook his head and patted his donkey.
Fang Yunhan said: "After all, it is just a beautified version of our imagination."
"Brother Fang, you are so lucky." Feng Qingyang suddenly sped up his horse and rushed to Fang Yunhan's side. He put a hand on his shoulder, his eyes burning, "You are so lucky to meet me. Aren't you the kind of person that everyone aspires to be?"
"He's started again."
Robert Kuok and Ngoc Lung Tze looked at each other, looking helpless.
Mo Taichong was a little surprised.
Fang Yunhan's expression looked a little strange.
In the original novel of The Smiling, Proud Wanderer, the old guy with a face as pale as gold paper, a heart as dead as despair, who hid behind Mount Huashan for decades and never came out to take charge of the situation, actually looked like this when he was young?
Or maybe it's some parallel world, and Feng Qingyang is just like that by nature, so even if he really encounters the setbacks in the original book, he won't become like that?
All sorts of thoughts flashed through his mind, and Fang Yunhan also started laughing.
"Brother Feng, maybe you really are such a person. However, it is the greatest luck that God wants me to be in this world."
"Since I am immortal, only I can become the person I aspire to be."
