"Master, we are going to enter the land of Xishu next. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info "The winter bamboo shoots in cloth were driving the carriage, and the mood was agitated.

Now we are also people who have walked such a long way, although it is nothing compared to those old men in the family, but compared to the previous stay in the Jin family's mansion and live a canary-like life, we have still made great progress!

Qin Fang couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he heard this, this time he finally arrived at Jiannan Road without danger, but he didn't know where the remnants of the incense of the "Dongxuan Chen Family" in Yizhou would be incognito?

Qin Fang was a little drumming in his heart. This trip was originally to Xiliang, and now it is a way to Jiannan Road, and some of the "masters" I met before and after are either the ruffians and hooligans who are not in the world, and they are extremely polarized. By the way, there is also the heavenly and childish child who has returned to the basics, and his strength is even more than himself, if this little doll takes advantage of his serious injuries to make up for it, it will not be comparable to a King Kong physique, even if it is a hundred martial artists with a King Kong physique, it is estimated that they will be torn apart by his tender white hands!

"It is rumored that the heavens and men can be out of the body, and they are more than the land immortals. If you don't enter the gate of heaven, you won't enter the gate of heaven, and if you want to enter the gate of heaven, you can ascend to the immortal in one step. How good is this old guy to come to a feather and ascend to the immortal?! Don't teach me Qin Fang's cultivation to become a land immortal, otherwise you will be shattered by your shameless old turtle!" Qin Fang was indignant in his heart, but his mind was extremely clear.

Now that the effect of the breath recipe has stabilized, it is no surprise that it will be restored next month, and then it will be time to really mention this scripture. It's just that what Qin Fang hasn't figured out to this day is, how can such a bladeless sword kill people?

The scripture sword weighs about forty catties, and unless it is thrown down from the nine heavens, it is possible to severely damage a vajra martial artist. Unlike the Xuantie heavy sword in the novels that Qin Fang read in his previous life, there were eighty-eight sixty-four pounds.

That being said, the heavy sword has no edge, and it is not skillful. When it came to Qin Fang, sword playing was not only a personal work, but also a technical job. In this way, killing people has become a luxury.

"Childe White ......" Qin Fang touched his chest, and on the chest wrapped in white clothes, there was a delicate ghost with green face and fangs. In Yin Shuijiang's heart, it was not only Qin Fang, who had the vajra body that was burdened with Lu Chunlai's secret medicine achievements, but also left this ghost head brand on his chest.

Every time it rains heavily, this brand will have a burning sensation, and in severe cases, it will even cause pain on the right half of the body. Qin Fang also asked the white-clothed ghost face angrily, and the latter only said that Qin Fang must not forget the agreement, so he put the ghost head brand.

Qin Fang smiled.

Lu Chunlai deserved to be the divine doctor of the Northern Wei Dynasty, pulled Qin Fang back from the Ghost Gate, and gave him a King Kong physique.

"Hurry up to Xiliang, and then go to Longquan Valley with that Gongzi Bai. Qin Fang fell into the arms of Huang Lian, who was at a loss, but he fell into a dream all of a sudden.

The land of Yizhou, since ancient times, the land is fertile and brilliant, the Liu family has made a career here before the Han Dynasty, all the way to the dragon and the phoenix and finally to the position of the royal family, which really makes the world admire.

In front of the Han Dynasty Wolong Zhuge out of the mountain, after the Tang Dynasty famous general Chai Changling is like the sun in the sky, over time, now belongs to the Tang Dynasty "Daozhou County" administrative division in the Jiannan Province of Yizhou, it has become a place where many literati and ink writers gather, there are "nine pavilions to answer", once every three years.

Qin Fang got out of the carriage in Yizhou City, and learned from the passers-by that Jiuting had answered two days later, so he shook his head and ignored it, but the little mute who had never said anything along the way was very concerned about such an elegant and interesting game, and said a word to Qin Fang for the first time.

"I'm going to see Jiuting to answer. ”

Qin Fang didn't look back, just smiled: "Hey, don't go." ”

Liu Yuanyuan suddenly became angry, "You don't have some ink in your belly, but you are dressed as a weak scholar!

Qin Fang led Huang Lian through the bustling crowd and sat in the restaurant where Dong Zhu had booked, just sneering.

"Do you know that there are children in Jiangnan Province who are five years old to write poems and open their mouths to form sentences?!Do you know that there are children in Jiangnan Province who are seven years old and can speak the words of a sage?!" Qin Fang slowly lowered his chopsticks, but said to Nizi who was above the top.

Liu Yuanyuan took a bite of the fat chicken leg and said loudly: "That won't be you!"

Qin Fang didn't say much, just ate with his head bored, "Yes and no." ”

Qin Fang did rely on his identity as a traverser back then, and it was an accident to become a chapter at the age of five; at the age of seven, he opened his mind and said that the saints of the world were truly borrowed from the study of future generations, and the sentence "Confucian saints should be immortal" made the vulgar old men nod their heads and say yes.

Dong Zhu looked at the appearance of this ice beauty eating chicken, and it was inevitable that there was a chill in his heart. I said that you are a very beautiful girl, why are you so unparticular about eating? and you have a mouthful of oil!

Dong Zhu moved the bench to Qin Fang's side.

Qin Fang deliberately smashed the little mute with chopsticks, "Don't be afraid of winter bamboo shoots, everyone in Xiliang eats like this." There's no way, the folk style is fierce. ”

The Xiliang nobleman just snorted angrily.

The monk wearing the big red robe walked in the city of Yizhou, the flow of people on the street was not stopped, the monk stopped when people passed by, and waited for people to leave, before they walked slowly. Step by step, step by step, steady as an old cow.

This time, the monk stopped without seeing anyone, raised his head and looked at the restaurant on the street, under the scorching sun, the monk's exposed skin and palms were as black as coal, and a pair of yellow-green eyes were even more extraordinary like demons.

The monk folded his hands and turned to face the white-clothed scholar in the restaurant.

"Qin Shi's life is broken, and the black qi is riddled with black qi, which is really a sign of great evil. If you follow the poor monks to practice, you can ensure the life of the donor for 20 years. ”

Qin Fang had naturally seen this great monk with a strange appearance all over his body, especially after seeing those yellow and green eyes, he was even more uneasy.

"Of course, I know this, the world is only a few decades, and I am content in a few years. It's just that I don't know where the holy monk is ordained?"

The great monk lowered his eyebrows slightly and said slowly:

"Don't dare to be a holy word. Poor monk Rakshasa and monk in Brahma. ”

"But the Brahma Temple from the Western Regions, the Rakshasa Heaven of the Twelve Heavens is settled in the Brahma Heaven that is also the Twelve Days, and the holy monk can really be regarded as a send-off. However, Xiaosheng has always liked to worship the Buddha and chant the scriptures, but he has not lost his roots, and he does not dare to disturb the pure land of the Buddha. Qin Fang watched as Dong Zhu pulled out the steel broadsword from under the carriage in the backyard of the tavern, and the middle finger of his right hand also stroked the narrow cloth bag behind him.

"Poor monks have a number of methods, which can be taught to the donor, and used to cut off the thoughts of dust. The great monk folded his hands again.

Qin Fang got up and drew his knife.

After practicing with the second-grade master Lamber for almost 20 years, the winter bamboo shoot drawing technique has also been tempered to the realm of perfection. One knife can cut off the water, and two knives can open the mountain. It is about the momentum and the tendency to become heavier.

The two knives slashed on the black bald head of the great monk, and they were all slipped away by the strange divine power, which made the winter bamboo shoots very puzzled.

"Winter bamboo shoots come back, that guy is a first-class King Kong realm!" Qin Fang walked out of the tavern quickly, and threw the stunned winter bamboo shoots into the restaurant.

Qin Fang walked to the middle of the street, completely ignoring the passers-by who were watching the fire not far away, and opened his mouth and said: "Why don't you sell a few catties and a few taels of Dharma essence and Xiaosheng? ”

"The poor monk is stupid, and there is no essence of Buddhism to sell, only the method of knotting the dust can be passed on. "I don't know if it's because the Dharma name is Rakshasa or what, the monk even looks very fierce with the Bodhisattva's low eyebrows.

"The holy monk can go back wherever he comes. Qin Fang held the hilt of the scripture-learning sword and pulled out the cloth bag, and with a reflexive pull, he hit the rakshasa who was "under the fence".

Qin Fang raised his leg seven steps, one step at a time, and struck at the black-faced and blue-eyed monk, and the monk's big red robe seemed to be filled with the wind, and it was constantly drumming.

The last sword was drawn on the door of the head, and the Rakshasa was whipped away by Qin Fang's sword and nailed straight into the wall of the opposite person.

"The poor monk will come back again, and I hope the donor will be patient. The Rakshasa monk climbed out of the wall with great difficulty, and frightened the whole family into a ghostly terror, and the black-faced monk left a word and drifted eastward.

Qin Fang held the scripture sword with his backhand, and Shi Shiran walked into the restaurant in the surprised eyes of everyone, as if it was someone else who had just slammed the Vajra Realm.

"Master is so vigorous!Whip that black-faced bald donkey away with a sword!"

Qin Fang smiled helplessly, "Who knew that this Xuantie Pimple was used in such a way, and it seemed that such a reckless and stupid method could actually draw a dignified Vajra physique into the wall?!"

Could it be that it has something to do with the characteristics of this scripture-learning sword?

Qin Fang couldn't think of it, so he didn't want to, this was a fine tradition left over from his previous life.

Just when Qin Fang and the little mute chopsticks were fighting for that plate of chicken, no one saw a golden flash on the black sword that was scolded by the master as a "dark iron pimple".

After being full of wine and food, Qin Fang and the others asked the shopkeeper about the relevant matters of Jiuting's answer, and then went to the outskirts of Yizhou.

Along the way, there were many scholars and inkmen, Qin Fang was carrying a cloth bag, Dong Zhu was boredly grabbing the hair that was forced to be cut short by Qin Fang, Huang Lian walked behind him, but Liu Yuanyuan walked in the front.

"These nine pavilions are a grand event in the mountains, there is a mansion outside the city of Yizhou, there are nine rockeries in the house, and there is a pavilion on each peak. The Nine Pavilion ends with a winding stream, and there is a stream that can have ninety-nine eighty-one changes, which is really amazing. When Qin Fang learned of the source of these nine pavilions, he unconsciously wanted to sigh, how similar it was to the Qushui Liuyu meeting back then!

"Hmph, how can you, a martial artist who only knows how to dance and wield swords, understand the elegance of literati?" Liu Yuanyuan held a copy of "Nine Pavilion Miscellaneous Treatises" that she bought for a few taels of silver, and his mouth was full of sarcasm and ridicule of Qin Fang.

Qin Fang had heard a lot today, so he simply didn't care, just pouted and looked ahead.

I saw hundreds of people on the outskirts of the city flocking to the huge mansion like a tide. There are white, green, and black, and hundreds of people are mostly dressed as standard scholars, carrying bags or bookcases.

"If this is for the Li family to see it, it is inevitable that there will be another crazy sentence of 'all the heroes in the world are in my place'......" Qin Fang laughed heartily, and also led everyone into the crowd.