Starting from the martial arts world, Gan became a true master of martial arts.

Chapter 284: The Sword Named Mo Yuan

Martial Arts Temple.

Fang Xuan and Lin Yang walked one after the other, turned around several attics and entered a large hall.

On the way, Lin Yang looked at Fang Xuan with some surprise and whispered, "Are you Long Jing? You don't look like anything special!"

Fang Xuan smiled and joked, "What's so special about it? It can't be that it has horns on its head and a tail behind it!"

The girl was immediately amused, "Finally there is a living person in the Wu Temple. It's not all wood anymore!"

Fang Xuan kept smiling: "Are you saying that Sun Miaozhu is made of wood?"

Seeing Fang Xuan's playful smile, the girl blushed and quickly denied it: "Who said that? Was it me? Did I say anything just now?"

A whistling sound, like the sound of wind, came inexplicably in front of the hall. Passing through an archway, a young man was practicing with a spear in front of the hall. He was wielding the silver spear in his hand with great force.

His face was grim as he waved his silver spear. The sound of wind spread in front of the hall and the dust in the garden swirled like a small tornado.

"Second brother, are you back?"

Seeing the young man, the boy excitedly stepped forward and greeted him.

The young man stopped, and a faint smile appeared on his stern face: "Linyang, you come to see Old Sun again!"

Then, the young man turned his gaze to Fang Xuan and examined him: "Who is this?"

"Long Jing, he has tempered his body with dragon energy thirteen times, so powerful!" The girl rushed to say without waiting for Fang Xuan to introduce himself.

The young man then smiled and clasped his fists towards Fang Xuan: "Excuse me, I just returned to the Martial Temple with Master Sun not long ago!"

"My name is Li Chengqian!"

Fang Xuan also smiled and returned the greeting.

"come in!"

At this time, the voice of Sun Miao Zhu Hong Hou came from the main hall.

Entering the main hall, Sun Miaozhu sat on a bench in the hall with his eyes closed and meditating.

"Sun Miaozhu!"

Fang Xuan bowed and greeted with a smile.

"Mr. Sun!"

The girl also shouted.

Sun Miaozhu opened his eyes and looked at the girl with a kind smile on his face:
"How come you have time to come to the Martial Temple today? Where are your suitors?"

The girl curled her lips and said, "Don't mention it. I am fed up with them. They are either too conservative or too unruly. Not a single one of them is normal!"

"Master Sun, are all the disciples in these large sects of this kind of character?"

Sun Miaozhu was also calmed down by the girl. He hummed for a long time before smiling and said, "Maybe."

After finishing speaking, Sun Miaozhu looked at Fang Xuan again, his face full of satisfaction: "Yes, the fifth day is over, it seems that the blood ganoderma was not wasted."

Fang Xuan clasped his fists and said politely, "Thank you, Sun Miaozhu, for your concern!"

Sun Miaozhu waved his hand and said slowly: "It's a small matter. I will be away for a while recently. You can do whatever you want. Since you know Lin Yang, you can tell her if you have any troubles in Shangjing."

After saying that, the old man waved his hand and a black light flashed.

An ink knife appeared in front of the three people. The entire blade was still black, with a restrained glow. It was covered with dragon scales and emitted a misty black glow.

"I have tempered it again for you. Although it is not as heavy as before, it is still sharp."

"Of course, the dragon soul inside it has not been fully activated yet. If there is a chance in the future, the dragon soul will be activated and it can become a fourth-grade spiritual weapon!"

The old man swung the narrow knife towards Fang Xuan, who caught it in his hand with a startled look in his eyes.

Compared with the heavy sword, the ink knife does look a lot lighter, but after picking it up, the weight has not decreased much. However, I don’t know how Sun Miaozhu tempered the sharp blade.

Then, Fang Xuan looked at it carefully and asked, "No scabbard?"

"." Sun Miaozhu was also confused by the question and exhaled slightly: "Go find the scabbard yourself!"

At this time, the girl next to him had a gleam in her eyes and asked, "Can I take a look at that?"

Fang Xuan handed the ink knife to the girl.

The girl actually took the ink knife in her hand without any effort, which surprised Fang Xuan.

Thinking that this was after all a martial temple, and that the girl seemed to have a close relationship with Sun Miaozhu, he felt relieved.

The girl waved the ink knife a few times and laughed: "Next time I will give you a scabbard. This kind of spiritual weapon that can be promoted to a fourth-grade spiritual weapon is a treasure. Don't waste it!"

"Since you don't seem to have a name yet, let's call you Mo Yuan!"

Fang Xuan nodded. Mo Yuan was also a good name.

Afterwards, Fang Xuan and Sun Miaozhu chatted briefly and then left the hall.

In the hall, only the girl and Sun Miaozhu were left.

The girl's aura completely disappeared from her face, and she looked at Sun Miaozhu solemnly:
"Mr. Sun, my second brother is back. Did something happen?"

While asking, the girl kept her eyes fixed on Sun Miaozhu.

"Dayang's dragon vein has been damaged by more than half, and it's time for you royal family to think of a solution!"

When Sun Miaozhu smiles, he slightly squints his eyes, giving people an approachable feeling, but only people who know him know that the more Sun Miaozhu behaves like this, the more it shows the seriousness of the situation.

The girl held her breath and said slowly, "Have you decided to let my second brother take the responsibility?"

There was a sudden silence in the hall!
Sun Miaozhu also did not speak for a long time.

The girl pondered for a long time, then continued to ask, "Old Sun, didn't you say before that I could do it, too? Can't I replace my second brother?"

The girl's tone became more anxious as she spoke: "Among the royal family, I am the most useless. My father is old and frail, and Dayang's bleak future still needs my second brother to shoulder the responsibility!"

"I know the attitude of the Martial Temple towards the Dayang Dynasty. Although Dayang is now like an old man in his twilight years, after this turmoil, how can the Martial Temple be sure that the new dynasty can stand together with the Martial Temple?"

She said a lot in one breath, her towering chest heaving, and she waited quietly for the old man's attitude.

Sun Miaozhu had a complicated expression.

Given the status of the Temple of Martial Arts in Shangjing, the old man had come into contact with many royal people, but the girl in front of him was the one who made him feel had the most royal aura.

As for the man outside, although he inherited a lot of Li Yuanzheng's personality, he spent most of his time on martial arts.

If you want to shoulder the heavy responsibility of Jiuzhou, you still need to keep honing your skills.

After the girl finished speaking, the old man looked at her seriously, and after a long while he slowly said, "Do you know what you will have to endure if you do this?"

"Although the Dayang Dragon Vein is of great benefit to warriors, if it really exists in a person's body, that person will become a cauldron!"

"Not to mention that this furnace will collapse in ten years. With your qualifications, even if Dayang is really destroyed, the Martial Temple can still protect you."

The girl was determined at this time. She turned around and looked outside the hall again, then bit her lip gently.
"Every man has his share of responsibility for the fate of his country, let alone me, a member of the royal family!"

"Someone has to repay Dayang's debt of a hundred years. The little emperor is incompetent and weak, and his father..."

Seeing the determination in the girl's eyes, the old man thought for a moment and said slowly:

"It will start within half a month. During this time, get to know Long Jing!"

(End of this chapter)