"Don't introduce any innocent people, my Lin family won't accept it. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info" Old Man Lin soon found that his performance was a little obvious, so he coughed and said strangely.

"Naturally not, the Xie family of Pingyang Mansion, has the old man heard of it?" Uncle Zhong smiled, leaned sideways, got a little closer, and whispered.

"Oh, the Xie family in Pingyang Mansion?" Old Man Lin's face was solemn, and his eyes had always been on Taiyuan Mansion, but he also knew the name of the Xie family. This family is also an official eunuch, and the ancestors once served as the squire of the household department, and occasionally some of the younger generations were admitted to the Jinshi, and the family was also prosperous.

The status of the Xie family is almost the same as that of the Lin family, and it can definitely be called a good match, if the two sides can get along, it will naturally be excellent.

"Then what is the appearance and personality of his daughter?, but what are the bad deeds?" Old Man Lin was obviously moved, but there were some things that he still had to ask clearly, after all, this was a lifelong event for Fang Hong.

"Old man, this daughter is the niece of the head of the Xie family, it is said that her father died early and has been in exile, and then found a chance to return home. However, this character and personality are all first-class, you can go to Xie's house to inquire, and they are quite praised from top to bottom. Uncle Zhong clapped his chest and said reassuringly.

"This ...... Exiled since childhood?" Old Man Lin hesitated, if this girl hadn't grown up in a big family, she would definitely have a bit of vulgarity in her personality, which made him a little unacceptable.

"Old man, let's do it, I brought a scroll of portraits of the Xie family's daughters today, you can take a look first, and we'll talk about it later. Seeing the old man's appearance, Uncle Zhong and Old Ghost Du glanced at each other, and then took out a picture scroll from his arms.

The old man stood up, narrowed his eyes slightly, brought the candle beside him over, and approached the scroll. The painting scroll bloomed, and it was painted with a woman in white clothes, with a body like a spring willow, a face like a summer flower, and a temperament like Lan Zhi.

"Not bad, not bad. After the old man finished reading the scroll, a smile bloomed on his face, obviously, he was very satisfied with the woman of the Xie family. People will always lower their guard against beautiful things.

"I don't know what else the old man has to do?" Uncle Zhong also smiled and put away the scroll.

"I'm probably satisfied with this matter, but I don't know what the Xie family's opinion is?" The old man was already a little moved, but he didn't know what the Xie family meant.

"What the Xie family wants, the Lin family should ask in person, but the two families are right, it shouldn't be a problem. Uncle Zhong got up, turned his head to Old Man Lin and said.

"This is extremely true, I will let Xian Yue go to Pingyang. Old Man Lin nodded, Fang Hong's family affairs, but he was most worried about the thing now, and now that he had a little hope, he was naturally in a much better mood.

After discussing the matter, Uncle Zhong proposed to go to the backyard to meet the young master. Lin Jingyuan's mind was not here now, so he waved his hand and ignored them.

The three of them walked straight out of the house and headed all the way to the backyard.

There was a heavy snowfall just the other day, and the entire backyard was wrapped in white. The weather was very cold, and almost everyone huddled in the house and burned the fire.

There was only a figure, sitting on the railing of the hallway. The man was wearing a white fox fur and a red sword box, and was held in his arms. The sky and the earth are vast, which highlights the loneliness of this figure.

"Young Master. A few hurried footsteps broke the silence here, Fang Hong didn't look up, still immersed his mind in the Seven Star Sword.

Li Jinan saw Fang Hong, stepped forward and knelt down, and kowtowed hard. Last time when he returned to his hometown, Fang Hong gave him one hundred taels of silver, which was a great favor to his family.

"Come here, come and sit down. Fang Hong seemed to have just discovered the three of them, hugged the sword box, and turned around and entered the house. And the three of them followed and entered the house.

There was a charcoal basin burning in the house, the sparks were red, and the room was warm. However, after a few people came in, they still felt a chill from their hearts, flooding from their bodies, like a sharp blade passing over your skin.

In the end, they were shocked to find that this coolness came from Fang Hong's body. At this time, Fang Hong's whole person was like a sharp sword, and his body was full of the aura of being unapproachable.

This is due to the fact that he has just practiced the flying sword technique on the "Mixed Yuan Sword Sutra", and he has not been able to control his heart and cover up the sword gang evil qi that escapes from the sword.

"Why are you here this time?" Fang Hong sat down, raised his head and asked the three of them. Looking at the faces of these people, it is clear that they are coming with something.

"It's okay, we're just passing by, let's take a look at the young master by the way. Uncle Zhong coughed lightly, and then spoke. He didn't know how to tell the young master about the Xie family's daughter.

"Well, you guys have tea. Fang Hong nodded, didn't ask more, and after letting the maid serve tea, he continued to sit with the sword box in his arms and pondered.

He has been thinking about how to quickly practice the successful flying sword technique for the past few days. If it really takes more than ten years to complete this technique, it will be too chicken. With this kung fu, he can completely use it to practice martial arts, and he can still gain great strength.

Fang Hong's advantage is that his own spirit is very strong, and he can better communicate with swords. But if you want to practice flying sword art, you need not only spirit, but also the exchange of qi and machine, so that you and the flying sword can be integrated in order to drive this sword.

Otherwise, he can completely control the water vapor and use the water vapor to support the flying sword to kill the enemy. But in this way, this is still a supernatural power, not a sword technique, and in the face of weaker enemies, he can kill the enemy without doing so. And in the face of high-ranking existences or armies, they can't exert their strength. So what's the point? It's just a matter of chicken.

Fang Hong fell into a deep thought, the exchange of qi machines, but how can the qi machines be exchanged. How can this tacit understanding with the flying sword be cultivated? It really takes him more than ten years, and he would rather give up such a swordsmanship.

After all, this sword weapon is a dead thing, and it is too difficult to cultivate a tacit understanding, if only this sword were alive.

"Wait, dead thing, living thing?" Fang Hong's arm holding the sword box suddenly tightened, as if he had grasped something, and a trace of inspiration appeared in his heart.

The sword is dead, so it is difficult to cultivate a tacit understanding, but if this sword becomes a living thing, wouldn't it be easy to cultivate? Fang Hong was very excited, he felt that he had grasped the key, once this plan became a reality, then he would make a lot of money.