After eating, everyone went back to their rooms to rest, a day of non-stop travel has already exhausted everyone, Fang Zheng lives in an upper room by himself, and the little girl lives next door to Zhao Muwan with Bi'er.

Fang Zheng was not very tired, after saying goodbye to everyone, he went back to the room to make a pot of fragrant tea, felt the long-lost fragrance with the teacup in his hand, and considered some things about his own cultivation. Now that his cultivation is getting deeper and deeper, the sea of purple mansion qi is becoming more and more full, and some basic cultivation knowledge such as inner vision, meditation, and meditation have long been familiar, but through yesterday's battle, he found that his own means against the enemy are too few, and the bow and arrow that he relied on as the biggest support before is still not suitable in the future, and for swordsmanship, he has only practiced the nameless swordsmanship that is quite basic from Shen Lao, and he can basically only split, chop, stab, and slash. As for the Qiankun sleeve, it is still a semi-finished product, and it can only be used as a "star-absorbing Dafa", and it is okay to deal with ordinary people. Yesterday, in the face of those mountain bandits, the reason why they were able to get a lot was just the prestige of the "fairy means" that took the rain of arrows with that "Qiankun sleeve", which frightened the mountain bandits into fleeing, but they didn't know that Fang Zheng at that time was actually just an empty shelf, if they really worked hard, Fang Zheng might be able to rely on the strength of his body and the basic swordsmanship to protect two or three people, but other people absolutely can't take care of it.

This world is far from the earth, although there are laws, but its binding force is quite weak, especially for those people in the rivers and lakes who lick the blood with knives, since the experience of yesterday's encounter, Fang Zheng has a great sense of urgency in his heart, in order for himself and the little girl to live better, he must become strong as soon as possible. It's just that although he understands his own weaknesses, he doesn't have any effective solutions, and the most likely place at the moment is Qingyun Mountain, which is still thousands of miles away, and he should be able to enter the Heavenly Heart Sect when he gets there, and his magic and martial arts skills are naturally not a problem. At this time, Fang Zheng remembered the wrench he got from the man in black, he took it out of his arms and played with it in his palm, he still clearly remembered what the man in black said, there were some exercises and pills and spirit stones that he promised him, but Fang Zheng had never touched it, the reason for this was because Fang Zheng felt that he should not touch the relics of this senior, but more importantly, Fang Zheng also had his own considerations, the one who wanted to return the relics to Tianxinmen by himself obviously had something very important, even more important than his own life。 And just gave himself such a ring, then that thing must be in it, knowing the face but not the heart, the ghost knows if that person did anything in it at that time, even if there is no danger, once he moves these things, can he still get into Tianxinmen smoothly? I'm afraid there is not much hope. And if you return it to Zhao intact, if you want to come to Tianxinmen to see the favor you have returned thousands of miles, it should not be difficult to accept yourself as a beginner. This is what Fang Zheng thinks in his heart.

Putting away the ring, Fang Zheng began to meditate and cultivate, which had become a habit for him every night before going to bed, just like playing with his phone before going to bed when he was on Earth. Two hours later, Fang Zheng got up and was about to clean up and sleep, but at this time he heard some movement in Zhao Zhong's house next door, Fang Zheng was a little curious, so he simply held his breath and listened carefully, only to hear a "squeak" The door seemed to be opened, and then he heard Zhao Zhong lightly go out of the room and down the stairs, heading towards the outside of the inn. Fang Zheng was even more strange, it was midnight at this time, and it was already the dead of night. This Zhao Zhong did not sleep in the inn but went out, looking at his behavior is even more cautious, as if he is afraid of being discovered, is there some kind of unsightly secret in such behavior? Fang Zheng thought so, he simply pushed open the door and followed, he decided to follow and take a look, the heart of harming people is indispensable, but the heart of guarding against people is indispensable. In case this Zhao Zhong has any bad intentions, with his status in the convoy, his own people will be in danger.

Fang Zheng walked out of the inn, relying on the cultivator's six senses and skills beyond ordinary people, hanging all the way behind Zhao Zhong without being discovered by him, until about two pillars of incense passed, Zhao Zhong stopped in a remote alley, Fang Zheng hid his figure about twenty zhang behind him, and listened quietly to the movement.

"Commander Zhao's shelf is getting bigger and bigger, so Hu has been waiting for a while in this place where birds don't, and this old bone is about to freeze. A thin figure with an unclear face appeared in the alley, and said unceremoniously. Zhao Zhong didn't look surprised at all. "Hmph! Steward Hu doesn't have a backache when he stands and talks, you have stayed in the house all these years, but Zhao has to come and go in the wind and rain, living a life with his head hanging on his trouser belt, so he can only be cautious step by step, for fear that he will lose his life if he is not careful. ”

"Don't complain to the old man here, it was the master's intention to arrange for you to enter the Zhao family, but Hu Mou made a decision not to make it, and as long as you get that thing back, what the master promised you will definitely be honored." The thin figure paused, and then said, "I took the risk to call you here today because the one in the barracks wanted to know what the young man and the little girl beside Miss Zhao were coming from. Zhao Zhong no longer has a verbal dispute with him. It's just that he doesn't know much about Fangzheng's identity, so he can only describe in detail the scene of the first encounter and what happened after his peers. Fang Zheng heard this, but it was even more strange, judging from the conversation between the two people, Zhao Zhong should be the spy of the old man in the mouth of this "Hu" who was planted in the Zhao family, and what he did should be something. And the purpose of his summoning out today is that the other party wants to inquire about his identity for someone in the barracks.

Fang Zheng didn't know which one this barracks was, but he guessed that the most likely one was the barracks where the garrison of Shangfang Town was currently located, otherwise the time and place would not be such a coincidence. As for the reason for this, Fang Zheng was confused, he had never had contact with anyone in that barracks, and these people must have tried their best to inquire about their identities, so he decided to listen with peace of mind and see if they would find out.

"That's all I know, I don't know anything else, I don't know why the one in the barracks is interested in this person?" Zhao Zhong asked after saying Fang Zheng's matter, which made Fang Zheng, who was hiding in the distance, also prick up his ears.

"Hmph! I don't know what that master thinks, but I heard that he is a little interested in the origin of this young man, an immortal cultivator who suddenly appears must have his own teacher, this world is so big, but the "immortals" who know magic can only be cultivated by the hidden immortal mountain and god island, but now they are mixed with you mortals, naturally it is a little strange. The mysterious man surnamed Hu answered Zhao Zhong's question, but it was only his own guess. Fang Zheng listened to it from the sidelines, his heart moved, the person who inquired about his origin must have some kind of purpose, if it was a good thing, just say it. If it is not good for yourself, you must be able to catch it in this flail town, and you don't need to spend these thoughts, just do it. But now he has not inquired about his identity first, it seems that he should have some scruples, so the next response must be carefully considered, so he has to come to a "tiger skin to make a big banner" with the "Tianxin faction" that has never been seen to block it.

The two in the alley said that this was the end of the meeting, Zhao Zhong returned the same way, and the other also left quickly. Fang Zheng waited quietly for a long time, and when he saw that there was nothing abnormal, he turned back to the inn.

After a night of nothing, Fang Zheng still practiced and ate according to his habits on the second day, and when he saw Zhao Zhongqi, his expression did not show the slightest abnormality, and he was polite and polite as before. At noon, I took the little girl to take a good walk around the town, and when I arrived at the camp in the south of the city, I took a few more looks.

"Brother, brother, there is a weapon shop here, let's go in and help you pick a good sword, that wooden sword is too ugly, and it is not sharp enough, now you are a hero, you must have a good sword." The little girl has been very excited since she knew that Fang Zheng was an immortal cultivator, and she shouted that her brother was a "hero" all day long, and asked Fang Zheng to ride a white horse and take a sword, saying that she would have the demeanor of a hero, and she disliked that Fang Zheng's own thin horse was too ugly, and now she even wanted to replace the "first calyx" made by herself.

"You girl, "Chu Calyx" but you made it for your brother, why did you start to dislike it for being ugly? What white horse sword, that's all fiction in the story, besides, my brother's three-legged cat's kung fu is not a "hero". ”

"But that's what grandma said, and the storyteller who came to the village before also said that, if it's fictional, what kind of real "hero" is?" the little girl asked with her eyes flashing and looking at Fang Zheng, her expression looking cute.

Only those who have done their best for the country and the nation can be called heroes. Fang Zheng had no choice but to take out this sentence he saw in a novel when he was on Earth as an explanation of "hero", and at the same time remembered the predecessors who made great contributions to the entire nation during the war, and they naturally deserved the word "hero".

"Oh, that brother will definitely become a real hero in the future, now I still have to buy a sword first" The little girl seemed to understand, and simply turned her attention back to the matter of the sword.

"What about the "first calyx"? Is it going to be thrown away?" Fang Zheng asked with a smile, and simply teased the little girl to see how she answered.

“....... If you lose it, you lose it, it's not good-looking anyway. The little girl heard the word "lost", lost the excitement just now, and her mood became a little low, after all, it was the only gift she gave to Fangzheng, and she made it herself, so she naturally had special feelings.

"Hehe, my brother doesn't need to buy a sword, the "first calyx" is the most precious sword, this is given to my brother by Yaya, my brother will definitely cherish it, how can I be willing to throw it away. Fang Zheng touched the little girl's head and comforted softly, secretly regretting the joke just now.

"But it's not strong enough, it's not sharp enough, and it's ugly, does my brother really like it?" the little girl asked with some grievances, and she felt more and more that the ugly wooden sword she had made was not worthy of it.

"Hehe, it will be sharpened, and it will become stronger and stronger, until it becomes invincible, becomes famous all over the world, and becomes the most powerful sword of this time. Fang Zheng smiled and said to the little girl, this is not just a word of comfort, Fang Zheng is now no longer the original "Wuxia Amun" knows that the cultivation world has a method of refining weapons, as long as there are good technology and materials, even if it is based on a rotten wood, it can also create a peerless divine weapon.

"Brother, is this true? Yaya really wants to see this day as soon as possible......