The Heavens: From Shooting the Eagle

Chapter 171 Feng Xinglie (for subscription)
In the gazebo, Fang Yeyu believed it instantly!
What is the meaning of this "cheap holy city"...

Seeing Fang Yeyu's daring anger but not speaking, Hao Jian smiled, picked up the wooden sword next to him, and made two gestures.

Fang Yeyu looked at the wooden sword and asked tentatively, "Brother Hao, what is the meaning of engraving this wooden sword?"

Hao Jian looked at Fang Yeyu with a half-smile: "Yeyu, what do you think?"

Fang Yeyu thought about it: "Could it be... this is something Brother Hao gave to the teacher?"

Hao Jian laughed, nodded and said, "Hahaha, of course...not!"

Fang Yeyu: "..."

Didn't you nod your head?
"It's just because I'm idle and bored, just to play. But since Ye Yu came so far away, I, as the owner of the mountain, can't let Ye Yu return empty-handed..."

With that said, Hao Jian clapped his hands.

In the garden, Gan Hongqing walked in with a low eyebrow, holding an exquisite box in her hand.

"Ye Yu, Fat Tiger... Oh no, you and I know the purpose of Brother Pang's sending you here. We've made a lot of detours. Take this thing back to the magician, what he wants The answer is in it." Hao Jian said.

Fang Yeyu took the box and said in a deep voice, "Brother Hao, don't worry, Ye Yu will definitely hand it over to Master."

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Wuchang.

After Feng Xinglie quietly entered the city, he found a remote small inn and took a simple guest room.

Sitting in the room, he silently thought about the next road...

Up to now, the true energy of Pang Ban's palm is still in his body. Although Pang Ban withdrew almost [-]% of his strength at that time, but a magician is a magician, and only [-]% of his power made it difficult for Feng Xinglie to condense his true energy. gas……

Even if Guangdu helped him heal his wounds before, and he recuperated in the Kongshan Hermitage later, it only healed the trauma...

For him now, it only takes two or three strong men to bring him down.

When I think of the high-spirited self in the past, known as the leader of the young generation of Jianghu Baidao, with a beautiful wife in his arms, and successful martial arts, but now I feel like a bereaved dog...

Feng Xinglie became more and more lifeless.

At this moment, he heard shouting and cursing from the next door.

"Consumption ghost, if you don't get up and go out by yourself tomorrow, I'll throw you out!"

This was the scolding sound of Xiaoer who led him upstairs.

Feng Xinglie's heart moved, he pushed the door and walked out, "Second brother, why are you so angry?"

Xiao Er pointed to the back and said: "So that the guest officer can know that the man in this room fell ill in bed as soon as he came to the inn, and he didn't give him any money. If I hadn't advised the shopkeeper to let him go for the time being out of the virtue of good life, , he was thrown out a long time ago... But this is not a long-term solution..."

Feng Xinglie smiled, "I'll pay his rent for him!"

Xiaoer took the money, his face paled, and then he went downstairs...

Feng Xinglie walked into the opposite room, and he saw a pale young man lying on the bed, looking at Feng Xinglie with blank eyes, with a strange expression, he couldn't tell whether he was grateful or disgusted.

"My friend also suffered internal injuries?" Feng Xinglie asked suspiciously.

The man closed his eyes and ignored Feng Xinglie at all.

Just as Feng Xinglie was about to turn back to his room, he heard a violent coughing sound from behind him. He turned his head and saw that the coughing chest of the young man was covered in black and red blood.

Seeing this, Feng Xinglie's heart moved slightly, but he said: "Let me help you find a doctor."

As soon as he went out, he ran into a slim young girl, dressed in black and white, with a small yellow flower in her hair.

When the girl saw Feng Xinglie, a smile flashed across her face, she pulled Feng Xinglie up and walked to the corner of the corridor.

"Hey, what's the matter with that man? Is he dying?"

Feng Xinglie smiled and said: "Girl, if you want to deal with that person, I advise you to forget it..."

The girl's face turned cold, "Are you his helper?"

"No, no, I don't know him before, I just saw him pretending to be hurt, and his face is mean, he is not a person of the righteous way." Feng Xinglie said lightly.

The girl was taken aback, "It's really a fake? You really want to lure me to show up! Hey, it seems that you don't know martial arts, how did you know that?"

Feng Xinglie smiled, "Although I don't know martial arts, but my eyesight is not bad, at least I can tell whether he vomits human blood or chicken blood."

The girl snorted coldly and said: "What a cunning guy, Mr. Charming Sword is so tricky! I, Gu Qianlian, almost fell for it. Fortunately, I was lucky enough to meet you... Good brother, can you do me a favor?"

As she spoke, the girl gently shook Feng Xinglie's arm and pleaded, her eyes sparkling with hope.

Feng Xinglie sighed: "I can't be your accomplice."

"It's easy! Just put this pill in water and let him drink it. Since he is pretending to be sick, he must drink water to take the medicine..." Gu Qianlian begged softly.

Feng Xinglie picked up the pill, took a closer look, and immediately said with emotion: "Seven poison pills, are you from Shuangxiu Mansion?"

Gu Qianlian was shocked when she heard the words, her eyes stared at Dao Dao: "Who are you? Can you actually recognize our Seven Poison Pills?"

Feng Xinglie would not tell him that he was once a direct disciple of the Xieyi Sect, so he naturally knew a lot about the Shuangxiu Mansion, which had a deep connection with the Xieyi Sect.

Without thinking about it, Feng Xinglie returned the pill to Gu Qianlian.

At this moment, Gu Qianlian's expression changed, she grabbed Feng Xinglie and fled towards the room.

At the same time, Diao Piqing, who was pretending to be sick, chased after him.

In the room, Gu Qianlian hugged Feng Xinglie and hid in the mosquito net.

The smell of wick filled the room.

Her tender body trembled slightly, as if terrified.

Feng Xinglie secretly laughed in his heart that this girl is so naive that she would think of hiding under the blanket...

But after thinking about it, it didn't feel right.

If the disciples of Shuangxiu Mansion only have this IQ, how can they compete with Master Charming Sword?
No time to think about it, Diao Piqing has already chased into the room, and slashed out with a merciless sword, if it is real, Feng Xinglie, Gu Qianlian and even the bed board under them will all be cut off!
In an instant, Gu Qianlian slipped out of Feng Xinglie's embrace, and a chain whip held Diao Piqing's long sword.

"What?" Diao Piqing was shocked.

He and Gu Qianlian have been fighting for a long time, so he naturally knows that Gu Qianlian's skill is not as good as his own.

But this time, he showed a skill that was almost equal to his own!
Diao Piqing's long sword was locked by the chain, and he simply clenched his left hand and threw it out.

And Gu Qianlian also slashed out with one palm.

The moment the fists and palms intersected, Diao Piqing once again found that he was invincible, and was immediately shocked back a few steps, and even brought the Charm Sword into Gu Qianlian's hands.

"The wick is poisonous!"

Diao Piqing suddenly realized, furious!

Gu Qianlian said with a charming smile: "If it wasn't for that, how could you have accidentally blocked you in the room?"

Diao Piqing was also very decisive, she didn't care about the Charm Sword, and went straight out through the window...

Feng Xinglie said heartily: "Sure enough, she is not such a naive girl!"

As soon as he thought of this, he suddenly felt dizzy and fainted...

He also inhaled the poison of the wick.

……

When he woke up leisurely, he saw a pretty face close at hand.

Ru Lan's breath penetrated into the tip of his nose.

Feng Xinglie propped his hands on the ground, struggling to get up, but halfway he suddenly gave up and fell backwards.

Gu Qianlian stretched out a pair of jade hands, and wrapped his arms around his back, almost embracing him.

"I've detoxified you. This is the hill north of the Yuewang Temple in the suburbs! I will help you up, and you will be able to see the cornices of the Yuewang Temple and the Yangtze River in the distance. This is the place where I practice every day. You are the first One who shares this place with me."

Feng Xinglie struggled to get up.

Gu Qianlian wanted to help him, but was thrown away by Feng Xinglie.

After a while, he finally stood up. Under the moonlight, he could really see a beautiful scenery.

"What are you thinking?" Gu Qianlian said softly.

Feng Xinglie said flatly: "Don't worry about it!"

He still has lingering fears about Gu Qianlian's deep city...

"Are you angry with me? My martial arts are not as good as Diao Piqing. If I want to catch him, I can only spread poison with a wick... I never thought that you would be poisoned! After all, that poison is only available to people with internal skills." The effect..." Gu Qianlian said a little aggrieved.

Feng Xinglie's heart moved, and his thoughts changed, "It seems that the power in my body has disappeared without a trace, but it should just be lurking somewhere... I still have a chance to recover my power!"

Thinking of this, he suddenly felt that life was not so dark and hopeless.

"I blamed you...I'm sorry! However, now that my poison has been cured, and you and I have cleared our grievances, I should go..." Feng Xinglie said lightly, he only had one thought, to find a place to cultivate, to recover Skill, retrieve Bingyun.

Gu Qianlian said quietly: "I know you hate me, but do you know why I keep pestering you?"

After a pause, she said again: "Because, I know who you are!"

Feng Xinglie was stunned...

"You and I go back to Shuangxiu Mansion to meet someone. If you get her favor, not only will you recover your martial arts, but you will even improve to a higher level." Gu Qianlian said.

Feng Xinglie groaned silently, Shuangxiu mansion has Shuangxiu Dafa... It's not a secret!
"You don't have to hesitate, if you don't have the cover of our Shuangxiu Mansion, you will fall into the hands of the black and white servants within a day. Believe it or not! Your whereabouts are not as secret as you imagined." Gu Qianlian said again .

Feng Xinglie was shocked, and suddenly understood the reason why Gu Qianlian brought him to this barren mountain...

Except for this place where there is no village and no shop behind, how can there be no eyeliner from the Magician's Palace in other places?

"Aren't you afraid of offending Pang Ban? Your Shuangxiu Mansion will be destroyed at any time!" Feng Xinglie doubted.

Gu Qianlian said softly: "There is someone waiting for you in Yuewang Temple, you will understand when you see him."

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When the night was dim, Fang Yeyu, who was galloping all the way along the river outside Wuchang Mansion, finally saw the majestic back standing at the pier with his hands behind his back.

Pang Ban focused on the bright moon in the sky, the surrounding was very quiet, only the sound of the river flowing slowly.

Fang Yeyu slowed down and quietly came behind Pang Ban.

"Back?" Pang Ban said calmly.

Fang Yeyu bowed and said, "Master, it's a good luck not to disgrace your life! This disciple met Hao Jian, the new owner of Qianluo Mountain City, and he asked him to give this object to Master."

Pang Ban took the rather delicate wooden box and opened it without any scruples, without worrying about any hidden weapons.

In fact it doesn't.

In the box is a three-inch puppet.

A glint of joy flashed in Pang Ban's eyes, and he put the puppet in his palm.

The face of the puppet is very strange, not like a human face, but like a panda. It is also painted with black and white paint, the ears are black and the face is white.

Panda head, human facial features, a strange combination.

The expression is a bit weird, the eyes are squinted, it looks funny, and it has a bit of a cheap taste.

There is a small wooden sword in his hand, standing with the sword, there is a sword intent that soars into the sky.

The puppet's left hand points in the direction of the wooden sword in the right hand.

Pang Ban looked carefully in the direction of the puppet's left hand, and couldn't help laughing.

"Hahaha, interesting, interesting..."

It turned out that the small wooden sword held in the right hand was engraved with a small line of characters, "The battle of blocking the river, I will come too! Jianghu people don't lie to Jianghu people!"

Fang Yeyu's mind was also attracted by this puppet. Ever since he got the box, he never thought of opening it.

Because he knows very well that the right to open it belongs to the master!
If he doesn't even understand this, he is not worthy to be Pang Ban's disciple.

"This person has a clever plan. He actually knows that I have already made a challenge to Lang Fanyun..." Pang Ban said indifferently, "However, this tone... is really unpredictable."

"Master, that guy is really a bitch..." Fang Yeyu told the story in detail.

Even though Pang Ban has seen countless people, and his experience is so rich that it cannot be added, he can't help but have an extremely weird expression...

"So, people in the Jianghu don't lie to people in the Jianghu... Hahaha, it's interesting! Interesting! Look at these sixteen small characters, each stroke implies the truth of swordsmanship, especially when combined, each stroke It's like being alive, like chess pieces on a chessboard, and like stars in the night sky, criss-crossing each other, forming a peerless sword art full of sword intent..." Pang Ban said with great interest.

Fang Yeyu was taken aback in horror, and when he looked carefully, his mind was really shaken.

"It seems that in a year's time, the situation of Twin Stars on Lanjiang Island will change... Well, it should be called Three Kingdoms Struggle for Hegemony!" Pang Ban said to himself.

Fang Yeyu thought inwardly: "That guy is right, Master really has the answer after looking at it..."

After a while, Pang Ban happily handed the puppet to Fang Yeyu.

"I will leave this puppet to you. You may be able to comprehend these sixteen characters in your spare time. If you can comprehend the essence of swordsmanship in it, it will be considered a pleasant surprise."

Fang Yeyu took it and put it into the wooden box.

"Hahahahaha, what a sage, what a Hao Jian! Pang has lived in seclusion for [-] years, and now he has met two worthy opponents as soon as he entered the world... It really makes Pang ecstatic!" Pang Ban suddenly laughed loudly.

In the night sky, Pang Ban's laughter spread far away...

……

As soon as Feng Xinglie stepped into the Yuewang Temple, a figure in white came into view, with his back to him, standing with his hands behind his back, majestic like a mountain.

Feng Xinglie fell to his knees as if struck by lightning, and hissed: "Master..."

He didn't expect that the "evil spirit" Li Ruohai was waiting for him in Yuewang Temple!

Li Ruohai turned around slowly, his handsome and demonic face was extremely indifferent, "Do you still recognize me as a master?"

Feng Xinglie kowtowed three times in a row, then he stood up and said: "Feng Xinglie betrayed his master, he failed his master's expectations, now he has lost all his martial arts, but it's better to die than to die at the hands of outsiders."

Li Ruohai looked at the eaves outside the Yuewang Temple, and suddenly sighed: "The swallows have flown south, and they will come back next year when the flowers bloom. But the disciple I value the most has never returned... You know, why have I been here for so many years? Haven't left the water village to clear the gate?"

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