Fangcun glanced at the old man who was hunched over and carrying a lantern, jumped off his horse, bowed and said, "You dare to ask my father-in-law, what's this? The young man walked all the way and lingered in the scenery on the roadside. He really missed the stay. I wonder if my father-in-law could have a convenient way to let the young man stay here?"

The old man smiled slightly and said: This place is Wansongling, and there are no villages within more than ten miles. The head of the family chose to live in seclusion in the world. Although he did not want to see outsiders, he could not ignore some tourists who missed Sutou. The mountain residence was simple, so if the young master did not dislike it, please come with the younger one!

The old man carried a lantern in front of him, and followed behind him with a horse.

A small path extends towards the lights in the distance. The wild flowers on the roadside sway with the night wind, emitting a faint fragrance. Fireflies flash and flying in the forest, making the dark forest more quiet.

Soon after, I turned around the little pine forest and suddenly realized that several antique wooden houses stood among them, surrounded by white walls. Although they looked small, they were quite exquisite.

There is a plaque hanging on the gate outside the courtyard wall, with the words "Songjianju".

It can be seen that the master here is quite as charming as a hermit.

The family in the wild is limited, so I hope the young master will forgive me!

The old man said while pushing the door and inviting Fangcun into the yard. As soon as he entered the yard, a few laughter came from him. Fangcun looked up unexpectedly.

Turning over the screen wall, crossing the front yard, and entering the front hall, I saw a few teenagers sitting in the hall, all of whom looked like scholars, all of whom were drinking happily.

There was a woman in yellow singing and dancing in the hall, with her skirt flying and her long sleeves swaying lightly, and the faint fragrance floated.

Seeing this, the scholars who were blushing and praised him. There was a scholar who was proud of his literary talent, who raised his glass and recited it, as if he was writing a poem on the spot.

Anyway, I have never heard of this poem, so I just think he wrote it on the spot.

Just when Fangcun felt strange about this, he actually saw a familiar figure here. As a result, Fangcun only glanced at him for a few more times, and the man snorted, as if he wanted to throw the wine glass in his hand at him, an irrespectful person!

Hearing this sound, everyone looked at Fangcun and all of them became mad.

Fang Cun coughed lightly, and just as he was about to explain, he heard the old man say: Please come in, these young masters are all scholars in Qianshui Kingdom. The singer was bought by the young master of the past at a high price. Usually, he would enjoy the dance. If the young master is interested, he could sit down and drink with everyone. If he is not interested, he would go to the wing room to rest. The young master would prepare meals for the young master.

Fangcun smiled and bowed, saying: There is no need to eat, you can drink! The young man had eaten some dry food on the road, and his stomach was bulging and he didn't feel hungry.

The young master sat down for a moment, and the younger ones would come!

After the old man left, the scholars raised their glasses and signaled to Fang Cun. One of them smiled and said: Fu Mingsheng, a Confucian scholar in Qianshui Kingdom, don’t know where the young master comes from? What do you call him?

He wore a square scarf on his head, a blue shirt, and a sword hanging around his waist. He looked like a scholar.

He smiled and clasped his fists and said: The young actor Nanlian Fang Fusheng, I have seen you all!

The name Zhen Dafang must not be used anymore, so he had to choose a random name again.

He said, looking at one of the Rangers who had not moved.

The Ranger's face was handsome, heroic, with strong clothes inside, white long gown on the outside, and the swords at his waist were in a quarrel. Even when he sat in front of the table, the swords were not far from his waist.

Seeing the scene of the swords and swords being incorrect, a red figure couldn't help but burst into his mind. When he looked at his eyebrows and eyes carefully, Fang Cun couldn't help laughing.

As a result, he laughed and threw a glass of wine at him.

Fangcun leaned back slightly, laughed loudly, stomped his big feet lightly, and slid backwards, and instantly slid out of the hall, and saw the wine beads connected into lines falling into his mouth.

Thank you, brother, for your invitation to drink! Fangcun laughed again and walked back to the hall.

Seeing this, the scholars couldn't help but raise their hands to applaud, and even forgot to appreciate the dancer's beautiful posture.

Fangcun bowed to the scholars and walked towards the ranger.

The golfer's eyebrows were raised, and he looked as if he was trying hard to suppress the urge to chop people, and said: Get out!

Brother Tai doesn’t have to keep people from thousands of miles away! Fang Cun smiled slightly, sat down beside him, and laughed softly: I’m not hiding my brother Tai, I’m actually a man in the world. People in the world call themselves the swordsman Fang Fusheng, who is just a man in the world.

The Ranger glanced at him, a trace of contempt flashed across the corner of his lips, raised his glass and looked up, and drank it all, saying: "I haven't heard of it before!"

You have heard of a random name and there will be ghosts!

Fang Cun laughed secretly and said in the end: I don’t know what you call me? I saw that my brother’s swords and swords were incorrect in his waist. I think he should be a master of swords and swords. Why not find some time to discuss it?

I won’t be able to fight, I’m afraid I will beat you to death by accident! He glanced at me, reached out and grabbed a pig’s trotter on the table, and looked heroic and bit it.

Just as he was biting his hooves, the old man walked out with a tray, with a wine pot and a wine glass on it. Please use it slowly, if you need it, you can tell the younger one.

Fangcun bowed to him and said, "I have never thanked the master here for being here. I am really rude. I wonder if the master here can rest?"

The old man bowed and said: My master has already fallen asleep. If the young master has nothing to do, he can go to visit him tomorrow.

In this way, I'll thank you for your father-in-law!

Fangcun gave a gift to the old man, sat down again, poured himself and drank it.

When the scholars saw Fangcun's wine, they didn't even toast with them. They even leaned over to the ranger, and ignored him and continued to watch singing and dancing.

Fang Cun shook his head slightly and thought to himself: All the country is about to be destroyed, these scholars are still living in so much fun and having fun here, and the Thousand Water Kingdom is not unfair!

If you don’t want to die, it’s better to leave now!

Fang Cun was drinking, but the voice of the ranger echoed in his mind.

He raised his head and looked at Gouxia'er. Gouxia'er seemed to have no expression. He still ate pig's trotters and drank wine. He was obviously very gentle, but he looked a little vulgar.

Seeing this, Fangcun couldn't help but chuckled again, poured a glass of wine, and raised his glass to signal. Do you think this person is not beautiful?

He turned his wine glass and looked at the graceful figure of the singer in the hall.

Fang Cun could hear that the Ranger drove him away not because he was sitting at the Ranger's table that hindered him, but because this Ranger was not an ordinary Ranger.

In fact, although some of the heroes in the martial arts world can gather sounds into lines, they are not feasible for ordinary heroes like those who transmit voices in the hearts of others.

Most of the methods of transmitting voice in Xinhu are used by monks.

In other words, the ranger in front of me is not the real ranger, but a ranger pretending to be a monk on the mountain.

Therefore, he knew that the Ranger was reminding him that something seemed wrong here.

But after looking around, I still couldn't see what was wrong here.

The beautiful dancer obviously has no problem.

The old man who led him in before would not have any problems.

Then, if there is a problem, it is likely that the owner of this room who has never appeared.

Although roses are beautiful, they have thorns. If the young master wants to learn to break flowers, he must see clearly.

Brother Tai was joking. Fang is a swordsman, and the swordsman is the best match for the heroine. This kind of flower raised in a greenhouse is beautiful, but it is difficult to survive the storm and rain. It is not my favorite!

Since that's the case, let's go! The voice of this ranger came from his mind.

Fangcun looked at him with a suspicious look. Of course, this expression was intentional.

Seeing Fang Cun unmoved, the Ranger shook his head slightly and stopped talking.

I wonder what my brother is called? Fangcun asked with a smile.

Swords and Swords and Shuangying

Hum? Double Swords and Double Sages? I have heard of the legend of the female hero Lin Yinyin. I wonder if my brother wants to challenge that female hero by taking this name on the stage?

Mu Shuangying raised his sword eyebrows and said with a smile: What? Brother Fang has also heard of the legend of the heroine?

I have heard some rumors in the world, but most of them are spreading rumors. It is difficult to tell whether the real or false is true or false. I don’t know that the female hero is really exploring the world at such an age. Fang Cun smiled and said: Speaking of which, the reason why she dared to travel in the world at such an age was inspired by the female trench hero that she decided to go out for a trip.

Originally, when he heard the first half, the gown was a little angry. But after hearing Fangcun's traveling around the world, his anger disappeared immediately.

With the opportunity to flatter the two of them, their relationship became much closer.

Then, the voice of the ranger sounded again in his sea of ​​consciousness. The master here had some problems, as if he was possessed by evil spirits, and there was a faint yin energy in the backyard. Brother Fang would better leave now. If the evil spirit was too powerful, he would not be able to protect Brother Fang Zhouquan.

Fangcun's lips raised slightly, and he did not send a message to him. He had no spiritual power now, so he could only use dragon energy or true energy. Therefore, once he used Xinhu to transmit the message, he would immediately reveal the content.

If you use the gathering sound to form a line, then if the master here is really possessed by evil spirits, he will definitely be captured by the other party and will also reveal the content of his speech.

Therefore, he could only pat the short sword on his waist quietly, indicating that he could protect himself. Of course, this behavior, in the eyes of that Mu Shuangying, was arrogant and stupid.

A man from the world has no idea of ​​the weirdness and danger of evil spirits.

Fangcun asked again: I don’t know where Brother Mu wants to go during this trip? I want to go to Dayu and his side. If it’s the same way, why not walk together? It’s better to have a look after each other.

Mu Shuangying picked up her hooves and bit them, saying: I won’t go with the stupid ones, please give me some advice!

Fangcun: Women are women, turning against each other is faster than turning a book!

He poured himself into a small inch of water and drank it. At some point, a pot of turbid wine had already been eaten. He stood up and said: Since that's the case, then I'll go and rest first and say goodbye!

Fangcun walked into the back hall, and the old man was waiting there. Is the young master going to rest? Please come with the younger one!

Fangcun looked up at the sky, and at some point, the moon was hidden and the stars were sinking, the night wind was whimpering, and the pine waves were rustling.

:There is shocking again, I wish you all peace!
Chapter completed!