On the 15th of March, a new leader of the martial arts world should have been chosen. However, this gathering in Luoyang encountered many twists and turns, and the leaders of several large gangs lost their lives. If the leader was changed at this time, I am afraid that the turmoil among all parties would be even more difficult to quell.
Finally, everyone agreed that Qiao Shangzhou should continue to serve for three more years.
In fact, some people did suggest that Fang Yunhan be the leader of the martial arts world. After this incident, no one would think that he was too young and inappropriate. However, his origins were mysterious after all, and he had no disciples or confidants around him. In addition, he declined, so the proposal was dropped.
After the events of the Luoyang Martial Arts Conference, Yan Nantian's character template ability progress reached 60%. Fang Yunhan compared it with his experience in the previous world and felt that this time the ability progress improvement seemed to be more difficult than that of the previous world.
Perhaps it was because the situations in the two worlds were different, or perhaps it was because of his own strength, which had undergone tremendous changes compared to when he first came into contact with the martial arts character template.
Three days later, Fang Yunhan left Luoyang.
On the day he left the city, he still rode the same horse he rode into the city, and Lu Xiaofeng was still with him.
The poison in Lu Xiaofeng had been neutralized. He sat on the horse, flipping through a few books in his hand, and said, "You rejected the jade token, 15,000 taels of silver, the Ferghana horse, and the Flying Fish Sword, and only took these few books ?"
There is no need to mention the value of the silver notes and the Ferghana horses.
The Jade Token is the deputy token of the Wulin leader. With this token, one can get help from the Wulin righteous everywhere. The Flying Fish Sword was forged by the owner of the Flying Fish Villa decades ago. It is said to be made of North Sea cold iron. More importantly, the sword is engraved with the thirteen secret moves of the Flying Fish Sword Technique.
These things were the rewards given to Fang Yunhan by the major gangs, but he refused them all. He only asked the gangs to help him find some internal skills with extremely low risks of going astray. They didn't need to be very powerful, as long as they could be practiced by men, women, young and old.
"These internal skills do meet your requirements. They are authentic Taoist and Buddhist, suitable for all ages. Even if you go astray, the most you'll have are some sequelae of muscle and bone pain, headaches, and fever. The danger is very low."
Lu Xiaofeng sighed and said, "But this is just the basic internal skills of each family. If you go to the black market, you can buy so many things with three thousand taels of silver."
Fang Yunhan said: "That's enough."
As he spoke, Lu Xiaofeng flipped through the secret books in his hand to the last one. Suddenly, his face changed slightly. He immediately closed the secret book and returned it to Fang Yunhan.
Fang Yunhan asked in confusion: "What's wrong?"
"The last one is the Tian Gang Fu Mo Qigong." Lu Xiaofeng said seriously, "That is the unique skill of Alliance Leader Qiao, which meets your requirements."
Fang Yunhan's expression slightly changed. He put away the several secret books and said, "When you chose this martial arts leader, you really made the right choice."
Qiao Shangzhou's martial arts skills are actually not weak. When he was seriously injured and had not yet recovered, his strength was almost the same as Shui Shangfei who had never been injured. If he was in his prime, his skills would definitely not be lower than Yi Wuqi, and his practical experience would be much richer.
Such a great master, yet he gave his unique skills among several books on basic internal skills as a thank you gift, and he didn't mention it at all. If Lu Xiaofeng hadn't happened to see it, Fang Yunhan would probably never have known that there was such a thoughtful thought in the reward he gave.
With such a heart and such actions, one is worthy of being called a hero.
"By the way, Fang Yunhan, where are you going next?"
Lu Xiaofeng asked this when the two of them left the Luoyang city gate.
Fang Yunhan asked back: "What about you?"
"Me? I'm going to go find some friends, drink some good wine, eat a vegetarian meal, and wash off the bad luck that's beenfallen me this time."
Lu Xiaofeng shook his head and said, "I was almost framed, and I lay in the coffin for several days. I was also poisoned. I should probably find a temple to burn incense. Then..."
He did not continue talking, but a subtle expression appeared on his face, a bit expectant, a bit apprehensive, and even a bit frightened.
There are very few people or things that can make Lu Xiaofeng show such an expression.
Seeing him like this, Fang Yunhan knew where he wanted to go in the end, so he patted his shoulder and said with a smile: "Then I wish you all the best."
Afterwards, Fang Yunhan looked into the distance and seemed to have seen another magnificent event waiting for him to participate. Or, even if there was nothing going on, his presence would surely cause great waves in the hearts of many people before he would be satisfied.
"And I am going to the capital."
After saying this, Fang Yunhan sped up his horse, waved his hand at Lu Xiaofeng behind him and said, "See you later, no need to see me off."
"See you later."
Lu Xiaofeng stayed where he was, smiling sincerely. After a moment, he turned his horse around and went to another road.
Not long after the two of them left Luoyang City, someone rode straight towards them, stopped briefly at the city gate, and then galloped all the way to Wanxiang Tower.
In Wanxiang Tower, the leaders of the major gangs had not yet left. Those with better hearing could hear the neighing of horses at the main entrance, followed by the clanging of heavy objects falling to the ground.
That was the rider on the horse turning over and dismounting.
The man was tall and wore heavy armor. Even his face was covered by a bronze wolf-head mask, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed. The two disciples guarding the door heard the sound of the boots hitting the ground and almost thought it was an iron pestle hitting a stone brick.
However, the stone bricks in front of the door did not break. The man landed with a heavy sound, but suddenly became silent when he walked, as if he was a ferocious beast with thick, soft flesh on the claws.
The two gatekeeper disciples did not draw their swords, but raised their hands and said, "Please stop."
Although this man was quite imposing, he had no intention of forcing his way in. He stopped in front of the door and spoke loudly.
"General's Mansion, Wolf General, come to deliver a letter."
There are many people who can be called generals in the Ming Dynasty today, but the three words "General" alone must refer to the god-killing General Lei Zhentian.
The four generals of Lei Mansion ran like wolves and pigs.
The Wolf General is one of the four generals.
The wind outside the door passed by the wolf general and blew into the patio. The flowers in the pools on both sides seemed to have a more sonorous sound.
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On that day, the mist was as thin as gauze, the golden crow was setting in the west, and the moon rabbit was rising in the east. At that time, Fang Yunhan was already eighty miles away from Luoyang City.
He had been planning to find some branches to make a fire and spend the night in the suburbs, but when night fell, he saw lights in the distance.
There was actually an inn in the woods a few miles away. He had not noticed it before because of the heavy fog at night and the shade of the trees.
Fang Yunhan thought about it, then mounted his horse and went to the inn.
There was a young man drawing water from the well in front of the inn. When he saw him riding over, he quickly put down his bucket, went to meet him, and said with a big smile, "Sir, do you want to stay at the inn?"
Fang Yunhan looked around the inn. The flag of "Wulixiang Restaurant" hanging on the eaves was a little worn out. The pillars, eaves, and the water-drawing utensils also looked like they had been there for several years. He asked, "Why did you open your inn in this remote place?"
The waiter smiled and said, "Sir, you may not know that although there is no big city within 20 miles around here, there is a Liujia Market five or six miles to the west, over that small hill. There was an old man named Liu who was a businessman in his early years and had a huge fortune. After returning to his hometown, he wanted to do good deeds and accumulate virtue, so he opened an inn near this official road to facilitate the guests."
As he was talking, Fang Yunhan dismounted and the waiter led the horse. As they walked, he said, "This is definitely not a black shop. On the west wall, there is a notice posted by the official, with an official seal. If you are worried, you can go and have a look."
"No need."
Fang Yunhan waved his hand and walked into the door of the inn.
This inn has only two floors and is a stand-alone building. The first floor is the lobby. On the left side near the door is the counter. An old shopkeeper is standing at the counter, looking down at an abacus.
There is a door on the left wall three or four steps away from the counter. It should lead to the kitchen. You can vaguely see a few vegetables on the long table inside the door.
The stairs leading to the second floor are on the far right side of the entire lobby, against the wall, and there are many wine jars under the stairs.
From the main gate, you can see the back door about twenty steps away. The back door is open, and a lantern is stuck on the door frame, covering the stable behind the inn. The young man just now was leading Fang Yunhan's horse there.
When Fang Yunhan entered the room, someone in the lobby was feasting on food and the aroma of meat filled the air.
There was someone sleeping soundly on the second floor, and the snoring sounded like thunder, which could be heard downstairs.