Volume 2: Forbidden City, Jianghu and Imperial Court Chapter 1: Warm Pavilion Fragrance Tent
As the faint light of the world-traveling world faded away, a table and several small stools immediately appeared in front of Fang Yunhan's eyes. All of them were covered with brocade. The tea set on the table was obviously precious and exquisite items.
There was a faint fragrance in the room. There was a mirror near the windowsill, and a dressing table in front of the mirror, with all kinds of rouge and powder. Next to Fang Yunhan was a wardrobe, which was taller than him. He was currently hidden in the corner of the wardrobe.
He seemed to have traveled directly into someone's girl's boudoir.
Fang Yunhan subconsciously restrained his breathing, his heartbeat began to slow down, and his whole body became like a stone, completely inconspicuous. Then he began to silently check the martial arts character templates.
【Character template: Yan Nantian.
After eighteen years of evildoers, he once again reached the pinnacle and frightened all evildoers. He was known as the world's number one magic sword.
Main abilities: Wedding Dress Magic, Southern Sky Divine Fist, Divine Sword Technique.
Current ability progress: 0%.
Note: There are only wrong names in the Jianghu, but no wrong nicknames. Host, please do something that is closer to the style of this character, leaving a deep impression in the minds of the creatures in this world. The deeper the impression and the wider the spread, the higher the progress and the more power you can gain.
After reaching 100% of the ability progress, you can choose your own time to return to the main world within three days, or you will be forcibly repatriated after the three-day period.
Sure enough, the second time through would have a different character template. However, Yan Nantian's ability progress was still zero. Fang Yunhan checked himself and found that the consistent magical power in his body was still there, without any reduction or suppression.
He secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Fang Yunhan originally planned for the worst, that he would not be able to use the power he gained from the Iron Hand character template in the early stage of his next time of traveling. He was so active in asking Yue Tianen for advice and training his physical fitness, partly for this situation. But now it seems that the situation is much better than he expected.
Only then did he feel at ease to observe more things in the room.
If there was no one in the room, or if Fang Yunhan saw only a woman, he would have left immediately after finding the door and window.
However, from his angle, he first saw a man sitting sideways facing the bronze mirror.
If the ancient bronze mirrors were well made, the things they reflected would actually be very clear, just as clear as those reflected by glass mirrors.
It is said in the Huainanzi Xiuwu Xun: "When a mirror is first used, it is so blurry that no details can be seen; but when it is powdered with black tin and rubbed with white cloth, the finest hairs of the temples and eyebrows can be seen."
The general idea is that the surface of a bronze mirror just out of the mold is very dark and blurry, and cannot reflect the figure or face; it needs to be coated with black tin and then wiped vigorously with felt, and then the fine details of a person's hair and eyebrows can be clearly shown in the mirror.
So Fang Yunhan could not only see that there was a man reflected in the bronze mirror, but he could also clearly see the expression on half of that man's face.
The man's face was pale as if from a long illness, and his expression was resentful and fierce, but his eyelids were drooping and his eyes seemed to have no focus. These emotions of his were not directed at another person in the room, but at someone or something that was not there .
That's right, there was another person in the room, lying on a gorgeous and soft bed, but from Fang Yunhan's angle he could only see a pair of this person's shoes.
Well, this situation is quite interesting.
Fang Yunhan circulated his internal energy and listened carefully to the two breathing sounds in the room.
The breathing of a person was subtle and noisy, but the breath was long. It should be a person with good internal strength but a disease. It came from the position of the man.
The other person's breathing was irregular, sometimes rapid, sometimes slow, as if being strangled by something. There was a low trembling sound in his throat, with a feeling of panic and anger.
This is the person lying on the bed. He is lying on the bed with his shoes on, motionless, and breathing like this. It is very likely that he has been acupunctured.
Fang Yunhan glanced around. From his position, there was not much cover except for the cabinet beside him. The man would be able to see . If someone pushed the door open, he would definitely notice him at the first moment.
Thinking that there was no possibility of hiding, Fang Yunhan walked out on his own.
As soon as he took a step, he immediately startled the man.
"Who?" The man suddenly stood up from the chair, and a soft sword as flexible as a poisonous snake popped out from his waist, flashing with cold light, and a pair of eyes stared at him.
Fang Yunhan didn't answer him and glanced at the bed.
There was a very beautiful woman lying on the bed with its tasseled curtains drawn up.
The woman was wearing light and soft white clothes. The skin on the back of her wrists and hands was almost the same color and sheen as the clothes. Her black hair was spread on the bed like silk, with a few strands hanging in front of her chest. Her face was flushed with anger.
"Yeah, it looks like he was acupunctured." Fang Yunhan flicked his fingers.
laugh!!
When he snapped his fingers, a sound like cloth being torn was heard in the air.
"What a swift finger force!" The man was shocked and immediately swung the soft sword in his hand to intercept.
He is an expert in using soft swords. This type of swordsmanship is best at flexible changes in a small range. Once a move is made, there are at least seventeen different follow-up moves, and the defense is very thorough.
Unfortunately, when his soft sword met the first gust of finger wind, it was as if it was hit by an iron stick. The sword body immediately bent in a huge arc, and the shock made his palm numb.
There was not enough time to use any of the subsequent seventeen changes.
Just now, Fang Yunhan used his index finger and middle finger together to move out, and the man blocked the first gust of wind. The second gust of wind passed by him and hit the woman on the bed, unblocking her mute point.
"Snake King, it's a pity that Lu Xiaofeng treated you as a good friend. It turns out that you are the Embroidery Thief." The woman didn't care how strange the current situation was. As soon as the mute point was released, she immediately shouted angrily.
But she only unblocked the mute point. Seven other acupoints on her body were blocked. Her limbs were still unable to move. Even her curses were weak. It was estimated that her voice could not be heard outside this room.
The man called the Snake King ignored her completely. He placed his left hand on the sword, and the soft sword straightened up. He held the sword with his right hand and swung it violently. The sword emitted more than a dozen zigzag sharp sword lights in the air.
A hollow silver cup worth a thousand gold on the table was swept by a sword light and was immediately cut in half. The cut was smooth and the soft silver carvings showed no signs of deformation, which showed how sharp his soft sword was and how refined his swordsmanship was.
Facing his attack, Fang Yunhan stretched out one hand, put his index and middle fingers together, first moved them down a little, and then stabbed them forward.
That arm ignored the dozen sword lights as if they were nothing, like a giant python breaking through the ridiculous obstacle of a mere spider silk, and instantly approached the Snake King's face.
The Snake King felt a pain in his wrist and chest. The sword fell to the ground and he fell back onto the stool almost at the same time.
He was only tapped twice at most, but he felt a lingering strong force pressing on his chest. He couldn't figure out how many acupoints were blocked. His hands and feet were numb, and his back couldn't be straightened. He almost slipped off the stool.
Fang Yunhan clamped the snake king's shoulder with one hand, making him sit firmly on the stool, and said slowly: "Now, who of you will explain the situation here first?"
