Han Fang pressed her hands on the windowsill, "It doesn't matter. Fang Dayi may look boorish, but he is actually more meticulous than a girl who is in love. He is full of schemes and he is only taking the opportunity to find trouble with Hong Qian. Now that the stronghold is in decline and the third position is vacant, he wants to take the lead and sit under his butt. Hong Qian has a good constitution and a good comprehension ability. His martial arts are improving steadily. Fang Dayi can only rely on brute force to fight as soon as possible. After a year and a half, he won't have to compete with Hong Qian anymore. This black bull is too clever, but he doesn't know that Hong Qian's ambition doesn't lie here. Actually, if he makes more connections now, he might need to rely on Hong Qian to hold up the apricot yellow flag in the future. Fu Ling, I will teach Fang Dayi a lesson later and make him know his place. You should also say a few words to Hong Qian who is half a disciple. We are really a father and a mother. It's tough. "
Zhang Xiucheng smiled and said, "It's considered good. Compared to those stronghold chiefs who are grandchildren, we are at least considered as elders."
The two of them looked at each other and smiled.
Zhang Xiucheng frowned and asked, "First Master, how should we deal with that scholar from Gusai Prefecture called Xu Lang?"
Han Fang shook her head and said, "Don't bother about it. Today is different from the past. No matter if he is a scholar who is studying abroad or a spy sent by the government, we can't afford to offend him. The former is still okay, we can treat him with respect. If it is the latter, even if we can't afford to offend him, we can still hide from him."
Zhang Xiucheng squinted his almond eyes and was filled with murderous aura, "It doesn't matter. If the government really dares to send troops to kill us and leave us no way out, I just need to bring ten elite brothers to sneak into the city and kill all the people in the backyard of these officials."
Han Fang smiled and said, "You, the Heavenly Monarch of Thunder, don't look like a Zhenren Fang."
Zhang Xiucheng's eyes dimmed. He sighed and said, "What Zhenren? He's just a bandit in a Taoist robe. He only knows how to subdue demons and devils on paper."
With a regretful look, Han Fang said, "It's because the stockade is too small for Brother Fuling to display his talents and skills. If we could have been a little more powerful back then and had three hundred brothers, we would have had enough power to ask for an official position. If we were recruited by the imperial court, we would have at least six or seven official positions with real power in the inner circle and thirty or forty official positions outside the inner circle. Not to mention Brother Fuling's strategic planning, with your identity as an outer circle disciple of the Dao De Sect, you wouldn't have had to deal with the daily necessities in the stockade."
Zhang Xiucheng stretched out two fingers and stroked his beard. He smiled broadly and said, "Life and death are decreed by fate. Riches and honor are in the hands of the heavens. Ordinary people like me can't force things."
Han Fang's eyes widened. At the same time, the Daoist blurted out, "That's not right. Why did the devil show himself?"
Han Fang glanced at the Daoist beside her from the corner of her eyes.
On the martial arts field paved with bluestones, a group of people appeared out of nowhere. They were all wearing brocade clothes that were rarely seen on the mountain. Moreover, even if the bandits in the stockade wore silk clothes, it was inevitable that they would look like monkeys wearing hats. The dozen or so handsome men and beautiful women had a very good temperament, like immortals from heaven descending to the mortal world, making people jealous. The leading middle-aged man wore a wide-sleeved white robe and came barefoot. His face was like jade and he didn't carry a sword. However, there were several sword-wielding attendants beside him. Needless to say, such a magnificent scene was the arrival of the nobles from the Shen Sect's thatched cottage on the Changle Peak of the Liuyi Mountain. When Han Fang saw that Hong Qian left the field and didn't fight with Fang Dayi, he walked towards the graceful man who looked like a marquis in the mortal world and bowed respectfully, Han Fang's heart sank to the bottom. As expected, Hong Qian had secretly changed his allegiance and joined the cottage. Han Fang sneered. The Daoist Zhang Xiucheng was furious. He angrily scolded, "Bastard!" and jumped out of the window and landed on the field. Fang Dayi and the dozen or so brothers in the stockade who were watching the show were also on guard.
Zhang Xiucheng pulled out the pine patterned peach wood sword from his back and pointed it at Hong Qian. He said in pain, "Hong Qian, the stockade has treated you well. Back then, you killed the soldiers and had no other way out. It was the master who took pity on your abilities and took you in. Why did you do such a disobedient thing?!"
Hong Qian's simple words made Zhang Xiucheng, who was half a master, speechless. "People walk towards higher places."
Hong Qian continued expressionlessly, "That's right. It was me who reported to Immortal Zhongli that a strange man tried to get close to Lady Qing Zhu. Since Lady Qing Zhu had entered the Divine Residence of the Cottage, she should be a member of the Cottage alive and a ghost of the Cottage dead. She was unscrupulous. What's wrong with me telling the immortal master? Master, the immortal master has already promised me that as long as you are willing to leave the stockade, the immortal master will be merciful and there will be a place for you in the Cottage. Isn't such great glory what you have been dreaming of for many years? I built a Qingyun Ladder for you out of kindness. What's wrong with that? Immortal Zhongli's trip this time was on the way and he didn't intend to argue with the stockade. He only went to take the lives of that adulterous couple. "
The man with bare feet on the ground finally spoke. Squinting his eyes, he said, "I heard that the two leaders of the Zhongyi Stockade are quite skilled. Otherwise, they would have been imposters like Hong Qian. They would just have changed their original surnames and be given the surname Zhongli. However, before that, I still want to see if they are worthy of my attention. I want to see how you, Zhang Xiucheng, beat the 13 towns at the border with your rod techniques and whether your swordsmanship can really attract thunder. If you disappoint me, I will flatten this stockade tonight and erase its name. This apricot yellow flag has long been an eyesore to the masters of the Cottage. They are enforcing justice on behalf of the heavens, but they are actually doing evil. How ridiculous. "
The man raised his head and looked surprised.
A young man with a sword on his back stood at the top of the flag.
He was so angry that he laughed. "Little kid, you don't know your place. How dare you show off your insignificant skills in front of me. Hong Qian, go and cut down the flagpole."
If he cut down the flag, it would be tantamount to forming a blood feud with the stockade. Hong Qian knew the severity of the situation, but he still gritted his teeth and ran forward, cutting down the flagpole with one strike.
Zhang Xiucheng, who did not dare to stop Hong Qian in front of the devil from the Cottage, had an ashen face.
Zhongyi Stockade was completely finished.
The flagpole suddenly fell towards the center of the square. However, the traveling scholar who only dared to fight with a widow at the foot of the mountain did not lose his footing and fall to the ground. His body was still as straight as a spear. When he landed with the flagpole, the flagpole that had fallen to the ground swayed and was kicked out by him.
The flagpole was used as a sword and shot towards the carefree devil from the Cottage.
Hong Qian shouted angrily and slashed down with his sword. Unexpectedly, when the sharp blade hit the flagpole, not only did it not break the flagpole, but a huge force also rebounded into the sword. He almost could not hold the sword. Hong Qian, whose Ocean of Qi was churning, staggered back a few steps. He looked over in shock and could no longer see the weak scholar.
The devil from the Cottage, whose surname was Zhong Li, sneered. He stepped out and pressed his palm on one end of the flagpole, breaking it inch by inch.
There was no doubt that he was an expert. Everyone only saw the scene of him breaking through the flagpole but did not see that he had quietly slid back a few inches. The devil tried to raise his Qi several times but could not stop himself from retreating. The fear in his eyes was no less than Hong Qian's.
When he saw the young swordsman disappear in a flash, he finally could not hold it in and said in a low voice, "Sword, come!"
The sword boy hurriedly threw out a simple ancient sword covered with ice cracks.
The next scene was that the young man stood in front of the famous middle-aged devil of Mount Liuyi. One of his hands overstepped his authority and caught the ancient sword for his master. The other hand grabbed the devil's neck and lifted him up.
The devil broke a flag, but the young man twisted the ancient sword in his hand and broke it inch by inch.
Hsu Fengnian stared at the ferocious red face and asked coldly, "Do you deserve to use a sword? Do you deserve to use the words' Sword, come '? "
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