Qi Yan flattered and said, "Perhaps only the elegance and agility of the sword can match Brother Shang's temperament."

If he had to say it, Fang Yun actually felt that he was right.

Those big bosses who looked like Cheng Yaojin who ran out of a minced meat factory, who danced around with a big hammer and ax every day, were only worthy of being cannon fodder.

And only a well-dressed man with a human face and a beast heart like him deserves to sit in the top spot.

As a big villain, he should naturally be a little more immortal, a little more floating, and a little more agile from head to toe.

But Fang Yun pursed his lips, looked at the rusty sword in his hand, showed a trace of sadness on his face, and shook his head slightly: "What do you think of me? I'm not a coward."

Qi Yan cautiously clarified: "I don't dare to think about Brother Fang, but I really think that Brother Fang is extraordinary."

Fang Yun raised the corners of his lips to save face, lowered his eyes, stroked the cold rust with his fingertips, paused, and said nonsense again: "It's just because my father was a famous forging sword Teacher. My family has been good at forging swords for generations, and it can still be regarded as having some prestige."

Brother Fang's parents?This was the first time Qi Yan heard Fang Yun mention his past clearly in person, and he couldn't help becoming a little nervous.

Fang Yun always seemed to be very taboo about his past, and only said that he was wiped out by that big devil.

Probably because he was afraid of being seen by his acquaintances, and he didn't want to be seen by people who might recognize him, so Qi Yan never saw him reveal his acquaintance with anyone.

At this time, he suddenly mentioned his family, and there seemed to be a trace of disappointment on his face that he tried his best to cover up, which made Qi Yan feel worried.

I'm afraid Brother Fang will recall that painful memory again.

"It's right for a son to inherit his father's career. If there is no accident, I should have become a swordsmith. If it weren't for..." Fang Yun lowered his head slightly, opened his thin lips lightly, and said softly again after a while, "I think, even if I can't become a master swordsmith, I still can't live without what my ancestors managed. I was influenced by my parents."

After Fang Yun finished speaking, he took a step forward, raised his hand and patted Qi Yan's shoulder: "It's as if you were influenced by me. When I look at you, I seem to think of myself back then."

Brother Fang actually thinks so...

Qi Yan couldn't tell that Fang Yun's whole story was actually a lie, but he was encouraged and his heart was surging.

Qi Yan didn't expect that Fang Yun would really tell this painful past with his own mouth. In a short sentence, every word seemed to be filled with blood and tears.

If Brother Fang had no choice but to join the Haoyuan Sect because he was tortured by the devil and was unable to inherit the family business, then his ill-fated fate did not seem to be as good as he wished. .

Brother Fang did not know why, but for some reason, he turned into the present picture of neither human nor ghost.

But since Brother Fang has such high hopes for him, he must not disappoint Brother Fang.

Fang Yun looked at Qi Yan, and felt that after hearing his nonsense, the other party changed his previous sluggish and dodging manner, his eyes were shining brightly, as if filled with tiny stars.

Fang Yun was stared at by his glowing eyes, feeling a little guilty, as if he had done something wrong.

But he didn't comment much, he just paused, and then asked again: "It's just rust, just get rid of it. I think you are in Haoyuanzong, and your master won't even have someone who can help you." No one can find it. Have you ever shown it to others?"

Qi Yan nodded: "I've looked for it. It's the elder of the refiner from the technical school I sent. He said that the rust is too thick and there is no way to get rid of it."

Fang Yun tapped the sword body again with his fingertips, then sneered, swung the heavy heavy sword again, and said with a hint of arrogance in his tone: "There is a specialization in surgery, and he can't do it because he can't do it." I can make one or two magic tools, but I can't do many. It's nothing more than that."

Qi Yan pursed his lips slightly, looked at Fang Yun helplessly and said nothing.

"I took a closer look just now, and your sword seems to have some other skills." Fang Yun glanced up and down again, and pointed to the hilt of the sword, "There have been famous swordsmiths in my family for generations, and the classics in the family Naturally, ordinary sects or aristocratic families can’t match it. Fortunately, I was fond of reading when I was young, so I read some of them more or less. I seem to have some impressions of this sword hilt, as if I’ve seen it in some ancient book.”

"But if it's an ancient sword, it should be immortal for many years, and it won't fall into such a state. And if it's ordinary iron, it shouldn't have disappeared even today." Fang Yun then raised his hand to touch his chin, and narrowed his eyes slightly. Eyes, "I touched it just now, and it sounds like it's rusted into my heart. It's a bit weird to pick it up completely after it's all like this."

Fang Yun paused for a moment, then looked at Qi Yan: "Have you ever heard that some swords are human-like, can feel loss or pain, and then die?"

Qi Yan responded, "I don't know."

Fang Yun continued: "Just like monks avoiding the world, they sometimes close themselves for some reason. They look like they are rusty, but they are not. A layman can't quite see the difference."

Qi Yan was completely intimidated by Fang Yun, and asked tentatively: "Brother has a way...?"

"I think back then, my family was famous for a while, so don't talk about such trivial things..." Fang Yun seemed to realize that empty boasting was boring, so he stopped talking, smiled slightly, and said The sword was handed to Qi Yan, "But you can't find a solution immediately. Give me two days, and I will find a solution for you. Come here to find me again at night after two days."

Qi Yan did not doubt that he was there, and immediately thanked him gratefully: "Thank you, brother."

Seeing that the matter had been resolved, Fang Yun changed the subject and said, "Didn't you just say that your sect has been inspected very strictly recently? Go back soon."

Qi Yan hesitated for a moment: "I..."

Fang Yun tilted his head slightly, looked at him and laughed: "Huh?"

In fact, there is no strict inspection, it was just an excuse for Qi Yan to leave quickly.But after Fang Yun's series of comfort just now, Qi Yan has calmed down, so he is not in such a hurry to leave, he wants to spend more time with Brother Fang.

Looking at Fang Yun's smile, Qi Yan couldn't help feeling flustered again, so he had no choice but to look away, and finally said, "Brother Fang, then I'll be leaving first. See you in two days."

Fang Yun gave a "hmm" and sent Qi Yan back in person.

By the time Qi Yan walked into his residence, it was already late at night, and Cheng Ran had already fallen asleep on the bed.

Qi Yan glanced at his sprawled sleeping posture, closed the door lightly, walked back to his couch, and sat down against the wall.

At this time, he was hiding something in his heart, and he didn't feel sleepy at all, so he folded his arms and raised his head, staring at the roof in a daze.

The dark and quiet environment can magnify people's thoughts.

Qi Yan hugged his arms and stood there for a moment, the corners of his lips couldn't help pulling out a small arc, then he raised his hand, and stroked his fingertips lightly back and forth on the thin lips.

Brother Fang...

It didn't seem to notice any abnormalities.

When Fang Yun was in front of him in the early days, he always had that kind of decent humility. Even if he showed his hand occasionally, he would not say a word of self-satisfaction.

He had never seen Fang Yun so confident and proud, probably...Brother Fang's family must be really proud of Brother Fang.

Qi Yan let his thoughts fly for a moment, and then he suddenly came back to his senses.

He suddenly realized that his thoughts were dirty, coughed lightly, lowered his eyes, rubbed his fingertips, and lay down on his arms and clothes.

On the other side, Fang Yun turned and left after watching Qi Yan disappear from sight.

It's just that he really didn't have any special habit of forcing dead bodies or sleeping on coffin boards, so he didn't walk in the direction he came from, but turned another corner and left quickly.

It was midnight at this time, and there was no sound other than the screaming of insects in the field.

A quarter of an hour later, there was a heavy knock on the door of a tavern in the suburbs.

The people sleeping on the second floor were all frightened and almost rolled to the ground.

There was a moment of silence in the room before someone spoke: "Don't panic, it should be a mortal passing by. If it's a righteous monk, this meeting has already broken in."

Then someone muttered in a low voice: "In the middle of the night... ignore him."

They are not mortals at all, but monks of the magic way who were placed here earlier. Naturally, they don't care about the gold and silver of mortals, so they don't care much about the business outside the door.

So no one got up from the bed, just waited for the people outside the door to get no response, and left on their own.

But the knock on the door kept ringing like a reminder, making it difficult for them to live in peace, so one of the men shouted loudly: "Black shop, no customers!"

But probably the people downstairs didn't hear it, and they were still unmoved. The other man lay on the couch, rubbed the pillows, and said, "Sister, help us pass it off..."

A female voice replied, "Go by yourself."

"Good sister." The man begged again, "We have been running outside for several days. We are so tired that we can finally settle down and rest for a while. Go out and have a look. If it is suitable, you can put it on He just ate it."

"Okay, okay, you are all tired, and I am the only one who is free." The female nun who was called could only "tsk" impatiently, and got up from the couch, "But don't eat people and kill people at every turn in this world." Yes, if you don't want to live, I want to live for two more years, don't forget the lesson."

She heard the other people's clamorous response, adjusted her coat, put on her shoes and went downstairs.

She hadn't closed her eyes for three days before, and she was already angry when she was woken up. When she heard the people outside knocking on the door endlessly, she became even more angry after silently saying "can't kill and can't eat" several times in her heart. mind.

She held on to the handle of the stairs, walked slowly down, and cursed at the same time: "Knock knock knock, do you dare to reincarnate?! Dead father or dead mother disturbing people's leisure in the middle of the night?!"

The knock on the door paused for a moment, then knocked again out of habit, and then stopped.

She muttered as she walked: "If you leave when I open the door, grandma will chase you out and beat you to death."

After muttering, she quickened her pace, walked to the door and removed the latch, and when she opened the door, she saw Fang Yunzheng standing outside with a smile.

Although it is smiling, but no matter how gloomy it looks.

The female cultivator was frightened for a moment, gulped her saliva with her eyes wide open, and let out a "grunt" sound: "Master... my lord..."

Seeing her open the door, Fang Yun tilted his head, and asked softly with a smile, "Black shop?"

The female cultivator immediately pulled her pale face, tried her best to laugh, and quickly stepped aside to open the door: "Don't dare, my lord, you heard me wrong, where is this black shop? My lord, please come in."

Fang Yun put away his false smile, said "hmm", without saying anything, stepped in with a hem of his clothes: "Stay in the hotel."

After he finished speaking, he turned back to look at the female cultivator, and said calmly, "There is neither dead father nor dead mother."

The female cultivator was covered in cold sweat, and immediately laughed coquettishly. She didn't dare to say anything, but pulled out the chair for him courteously, took a teacup and tea and poured it for him: "My lord, please sit down."

After Fang Yun sat down on the chair, the female cultivator immediately ran behind Fang Yun courteously: "Your Excellency has worked hard, I will rub your shoulders for Your Excellency."

At this time, several demon cultivators upstairs noticed that things had changed, and they all looked this way on the stairs.

The nun winked a few times, and then looked at Fang Yun with a smile: "Why did the adults come here suddenly? The little ones are not ready to receive the adults."

Fang Yun changed his previous gentle and kind attitude in front of Qi Yan, and took a sip of tea with a sullen face: "Passing through this place late at night, I remembered you coming, so I came to have a look."

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Hearing what he said, the nun cautiously laughed a few times, took advantage of the gap to turn her eyebrows, glanced at the companion with her head sticking out, and said with her mouth: "What are you waiting for?"Hurry up and call the boss out.

She watched her companion leave, and then turned her gaze to Fang Yun again, and said with a smile: "My lord is tired from driving and horses all the way, I must be hungry too, I'll go prepare some wine and food for my lord for supper?"

Fang Yun naturally noticed her small movements, but he didn't stop her. He just waved his hand slightly: "I haven't walked far, and I'm not hungry yet."

After a while, those demon cultivators who ran back just now were holding several stacks of booklets, and a leader brought them down.

The leader was neatly dressed, as if he had never slept before, and his face was expressionless and lifeless.

He strode up to Fang Yun, took the lead and knelt down on one knee, and called out expressionlessly: "My lord."

Fang Yun saw the coffin-like face, and recognized that it was his subordinate who stayed here earlier, and smiled slightly: "Long time no see, stand up and talk."

"Thank you sir."

The coffin face responded, and stood up according to the words, then turned his head and gestured to the demon cultivator who was holding the booklet beside him: "My lord, this is the cultivator of my sect who has been here during this period of time, and the monks who have passed through here. The list of items, please have a look at it, my lord."

Fang Yun turned his eyes and glanced at it, then raised his hand and picked up a nearby book to read it, and replied indifferently: "Yes."

After looking at it briefly for a while, he closed the booklet, then turned his head and scanned the faces of those Moxiu standing upright with stiff smiles, and then slowly handed the book back: "good."

The person holding the booklet immediately laughed like a dog: "Thank you for your compliment, my lord."

Fang Yun squinted his eyes, and said again: "But I didn't come here tonight to watch this."

The coffin face understood the rules and stopped asking, waiting for him to continue speaking.

Fang Yun turned his body slightly, raised his hand and tickled it like a dog, and the coffin face immediately approached with interest: "What are your orders?"

Fang Yun lowered his voice, and asked slowly: "I asked you to help me find out the news, but did you find out clearly?"

"It's a bit difficult to inquire about the movement of the Yunchen faction." The coffin face gestured, and the demon cultivator who was holding the booklet understood, took out a thin booklet from his arms, and handed it over with both hands, "But we Running outside, I also found out some general information, and my subordinates have already recorded their general movements."

Fang Yun took the booklet and asked again, "Where is my false identity?"

"It has been arranged for the adults according to the requirements of the adults, and there is nothing wrong with it."

Fang Yun lowered his eyes, opened the booklet, and said noncommittally, "I hope so."

After all, the Yunchen Sect is a first-class sect, and his subordinates were probably afraid of being alarmed, so they didn't really get the information thoroughly, and they didn't do the little thing he ordered to perfection.

The coffin face just said that it was a general trend, but it really only has a general trend. The brochure only records the activities that the Yunchen faction may leave their own sect in the near future. Who is the leader and what is the name, but they have not found out at all .

Even the time, place and time of departure are ambiguous, which is really a bit out of standard.

Fang Yun simply commented: "It's too concise."

Hearing the words, Coffin Face immediately bowed his head: "This subordinate knows his mistake."

"It's just that after the lord explained the matter to his subordinates, the time limit given was too short." He immediately defended himself, "And the lord asked not to make any noise, and there are not enough subordinates, only these few... If the lord needs more With some information, can you allow your subordinates to call a few more people to investigate this matter?"

This dead waiter is Cang Jiuyun's close confidant, and they are bound to interact with each other either openly or secretly on weekdays, and Fang Yun already knows them well.

So it can be seen naturally that although the coffin face is still as usual with a flat tone and no expression, there is an inexplicable trace of resentment in his words.

"Since I told you to keep quiet, you shouldn't go and find other people." Fang Yun said "tsk", closed the booklet, looked up at the coffin face again, "Leave you here, but I feel Overqualified? But do you think I have wronged you?"

The coffin face immediately responded: "This subordinate dare not."

"I think it speaks to your heart." Fang Yun smiled, flicked his sleeves and stood up, raised his feet and walked around the opponent for two steps, as if looking at him, and then spoke again inexplicably after a while, "The dead waiter next to the suzerain should be a little proud."

He did have some opinions on the person in front of him, but he didn't dare to say it directly, but he couldn't help but say a few more words than usual for a while, so that people could see the clue.

The face of the coffin was a little chilled by Fang Yun's smile, and he replied again: "This subordinate dare not."

"But what do you think is important enough? You have to go through life and death to be by the suzerain's side?" Fang Yun stood still, looked at him condescendingly, and said coldly, "the suzerain will keep you here, Just because things here matter."

"He can't trust other people, but you are his confidant. He trusts you enough and values ​​you enough. You will make the suzerain feel at ease here, so you will be left here. Although you are not by the suzerain's side at this time, but for me Doing things is doing things for the suzerain, understand?"

"Understood." The coffin lowered its head and cupped its fists, "Thank you for your advice, my lord."

Fang Yun said "hmm", and played with the gilded cover of the booklet with his palms for a moment, then moved closer to the person in front of him, patted the booklet into his arms, squinted his eyes slightly, and said in a low voice: " Just remember one thing. In this Hehuan Demon Sect, I am just a non-existent person. Don't cause trouble for me."

"Yes, my lord."

Previously, Coffin Face only knew that this person was the person appointed by the suzerain himself, but he didn't know who he was, and he had never seen him before.

Now Fang Yun's words seem to have a lot of meaning.Coffin face went over his words in his heart to taste, but Fang Yun didn't say anything more, probably to expose the matter.

Seeing that Fang Yun had finished reprimanding her, the female cultivator who had been standing by the side before put on a soft smile with discernment: "My lord, it is already late at night, I will find a clean room for your lord." Room out?"

Fang Yun nodded: "Lead the way."

When the nun heard this, she immediately walked ahead and led the way.

He would arrange his confidants in such a place, so he naturally had his own intentions.

Although 202 had provided him with extremely detailed information about Qi Yan several times earlier, it was all based on the premise that he needed to do something.

When he was done, 202 was like killing a donkey without revealing anything.

Although 202 had given him the original content of this world in the book before, to be honest, the time jump was too large, and the selection of perspectives was not comprehensive, and it was impossible to build a sufficiently complete world.

Nor can it provide accurate enough information for those who live in it.

Fang Yun then planned to send manpower to infiltrate the Fangzheng Dao boundary bit by bit, weaving a fine net.

As long as he has enough information and controls the variable factors, he can secretly change many things.

These things are usually arranged by Guardian Zuo, but if he really waits for him to take full responsibility for the arrangements, it will be difficult for him, who "does not exist" in Li Wushuang's eyes, not to be noticed.

Since Cang Jiuyun didn't let Protector Zuo know that he still had an incarnation before, Fang Yun was not in a hurry to let the other party find out so soon.

He ordered his confidantes in advance, and brought five little demon cultivators who had been washed away and had been frightened by him because they had been away all year round and had no backing, and stationed in one of the strongholds together. .

In this way, he can get the resources and information he wants while avoiding the eyes of Guardian Zuo.

On the other hand, Qi Yan was actually numb to the point of being made things difficult and ridiculed by Bai Hao.

Even when facing the other party's explicit ridicule, he didn't feel uncomfortable, and even felt a little bit of latent joy in his heart.

What if others look down on him?At least Brother Fang still doesn't dislike him.

He waited obediently for two days, and on the second night, he hurriedly slipped out as soon as it got dark.

Qi Yan was worried what would happen if Fang Yun came to him as scheduled, but came early and had to wait for a long time.

He would rather stand in the dark for a while than ask Fang Yun to wait for him.

However, although he came out early, it was unexpected that Fang Yun came earlier than him.

When Qi Yan arrived, he saw Fang Yun sitting beside his sarcophagus, holding some books and reading.

Probably it was already dark and the light was dim. Even though the handwriting on the book could be seen clearly, it still made the eyes uncomfortable. Fang Yun also brought an oil lamp and placed it on the sarcophagus.

Under the dim light of the fire, his snow-white side face looked so peaceful and soft that people didn't want to disturb it.

He probably sensed that someone was coming, raised his head slightly, blinked, and then turned his head to look over.

Qi Yan saw Fang Yun's face showing a smile so comfortable that it made people skip a beat: "Are you here? It's quite early."

Qi Yan subconsciously coughed lightly to calm down, then laughed as if nothing had happened, trotted over, and asked, "Brother Fang, what are you looking at?"

"Well," Fang Yun slightly adjusted his sitting posture, raised his hand and shook the thing in his hand again, "It's just a sword manual. I got it by chance on the road these two days, do you want to read it?"

Fang Yun saw that Qi Yan was like a little pug, and immediately nodded excitedly.

He closed the book, raised his hand and threw it over: "Go on."

Qi Yan immediately took it in a hurry, thanked him and opened it to read.

Fang Yun half-closed his eyes and rested his chin and waited for a while. Seeing that Qi Yan was looking more and more vigorously, as if what he was holding in his hand was not a sword manual, but a little yellow book, he couldn't help laughing, twitched the corners of his mouth, and asked lazily : "Why, if you like it, don't worry? How about giving it to you?"

Of course it's good.

This sword manual is not very advanced, Qi Yan can still understand it, but it is a little deeper than what Liu Changfeng gave him, so he naturally likes it.

As soon as the first syllable of the word "good" appeared on the tip of Qi Yan's tongue, he immediately reacted and swallowed the words that came to his mouth.

As soon as he looked up, he saw Fang Yun looking at him with a lazy smile, and he became vigilant all at once.

Maybe Brother Fang didn't want to give it to him, but just disliked him holding it for too long, as if he took it away and didn't return it, so he said the polite words.

He restrainedly closed the sword manual, and took two steps forward to hand it back to Fang Yun: "I like it a little bit."

Fang Yun didn't raise his hand to take it, but just waved his hand: "I've finished reading it, it's interesting. If you like it, it's yours."

Qi Yan hesitated but cautiously repeated: "Then brother...give it to me."

"Of course I gave it to you." Fang Yun raised his eyebrows watching him cautiously, "If you really don't want it, you can return it to me."

Qi Yan immediately withdrew his hand when he heard the words, indicating that he really wanted it.

Fang Yun laughed again: "It's not for nothing. I'll come to inspect you next month to see how much you've learned."

Qi Yan quickly filtered Fang Yun's words into: I will come to you in a few days.

He was very happy unconsciously in his heart, and immediately thanked happily: "Thank you, brother."

Fang Yun didn't make a sound, but licked the corner of his lips slightly, indicating that this topic is over, and then asked: "Did you bring your sword?"

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