The meaning of Gui Yunzheng's letter, in fact, Fang Zui didn't fully know, he only knew that Gui Yunzheng wanted to inform King Fu to take Jing Xiang, but he didn't know that although Gui Yunzheng was worried about the world, he really had no intention of killing King Fu's uncle and nephew in the future.

However, this meaning, Gui Yunzheng is also inconvenient to disclose now.

"Fang Daxia, you are here this time, just stay in the palace for a few more days, and also give more guidance to Dan'er's martial arts, if it weren't for his young age, this time the king would have to put him in the army to experience and experience!"

King Fu looked at Fang Zui and made a warm invitation.

"Okay, my husband and wife will accept the will of the prince, just bother for a few more days!"

Fang Drunk also promised him.

"Master, send someone to Ganzhou quickly, and ask General Ling Yue to send troops to Changsha quickly!"

King Fu acted resolutely, and immediately instructed Fan Zun to inform Ling Yue according to Gui Yunzheng's plan. He knew what Gui Yunzheng meant, but he was afraid that Ling Yue would not listen to his advice, so he had to wait for the order from the palace.

"No!"

Fan Zun took the order and turned to go out.

"Come on, prepare the food!"

After the arrangement was completed, King Fu was in a happy mood.

……

After being full of wine and food, in the back garden of King Fu's mansion, the slightly drunk Fang was drunk and Mei Ruoxue was pointing out the martial arts of Lord Yan and Shizidan.

Shizi Dan is good at martial arts by nature, both Fang Zui and the guidance of the masters in the house, to say that the level, in fact, is more powerful than the average master of the rivers and lakes, but there is no experience in facing the enemy. Of course, Fang Zui did not perfunctory him, in addition to the basic kung fu, he also awarded him the Wind Chasing Sword and Luomei Palm. At present, there are six or seven percent of the realm.

Lord Yan was relatively slow to enter the realm, and his own female strength was weak, so later, Fang Zui asked her to practice Mei Ruoxue's Luomei swordsmanship, and now, she has also learned a few percent.

At the same time, Fang Zui also asked the two brothers and sisters to practice the technique of combining two swords more often, and the beauty of it, he had already experienced it with Mei Ruoxue before, and it was definitely more powerful than fighting alone.

"Yan'er, this sword, the direction of your sword has to be slightly higher, so that you can attack and defend it, so as not to expose the empty door under your armpit!"

Mei Ruoxue's eyes were sharp, and she could see the shortcomings of Yan County Lord's trick at a glance.

Of course, at her level, she is really an ordinary master, and that flaw can't be caught at all.

"Hehe, Master, I'll do it again!"

Lord Yan smiled, revealing his white teeth, and quickly started again.

Seeing that she was done, Mei Ruoxue nodded with satisfaction.

"Dan'er, this trick, don't use it when you're old, don't be weak, even if you hit the other party, it's just tickling with someone!"

Fang Zui, who was slightly drunk, also looked at lightning and saw the loopholes in Shizi Dan's palm technique.

"Master, really?"

Shizi Dan was slightly startled, and suddenly, he used that trick and beckoned Fang Zui.

"Haha, I'm still here to stretch out Master!"

Fang Zui's reaction was not slow, as soon as his body moved, he waved his palm at will, and it was really wonderful to pass through Shi Zidan's attack and hit him directly in the chest. At the same time, he also allowed Shizi Dan's palm to cut into his ribs.

Sure enough, Shizi Dan's palm was just in vain, but it was really the end of the force, and it only hurt slightly when it hit his ribs. And Fang Zui's palm had stopped on Shi Zidan's chest, condensed and not released.

"How?"

Fang Zui asked with a smile. Trying tricks like this is a common thing for the master and apprentice.

"Master, apprentice understands!"

Shi Zidan knew what his master meant, and replied loudly respectfully, the admiration for the master in his heart was really like the water of the Yangtze River, gushing endlessly.

"Haha, what a kung fu!"

At this time, a slightly old and calm voice came from the garden gate.

A few people looked back, and an old man in a gray monk's robe, who was on crutches, came slowly.