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

Chapter 583 Lingyan Pavilion

In the study, Fang Li picked up another report on the table, looked at the pile of reports on the table, and gently pinched his eyebrows.

The sun was shining brightly outside the window, shining into the empty study, but Fang Li's mood was different.

Zheng Anyan sat in a wheelchair, watching Fang Li quietly. Now that she had difficulty moving, the only thing she could do was to stay by Fang Li's side at all times.

"Cough cough!"

Suddenly, a light cough was heard outside the door.

Fang Li subconsciously looked up and saw a figure in a white robe standing outside the door. He couldn't help but rubbed his eyes. After confirming, he finally showed a pure smile on his face: "Brother!"

Fang Xuan looked at the young man sitting at the desk from afar. His handsome face had a lot of stubble, which made him look more scholarly, but the anxiety in his eyes could not be concealed no matter what.

Fang Xuan walked in, patted Fang Li's shoulder gently, and said with satisfaction: "Not bad, not bad."

"There are no cowards in my family. I have always been worried about the Dragon Whale Army. Now it seems that even without me, the Dragon Whale Army can still handle the battle for the unification of Kyushu with ease!"

Fang Li remained silent.

After a while, she suddenly threw herself into Fang Xuan's arms and choked up, "Brother, this little gift is useless. I have failed your expectations!"

"The entire Haizhou is gone, and millions of people have been enslaved by the barbarians, and I can only let the Dragon Whale Army be like a stray dog."

"And An Yan, An Yan... small gifts are useless."

Fang Xuan felt extremely bitter as he looked at his brother crying like a child in his arms.

If he hadn't accidentally entered the blessed land, perhaps he wouldn't have had to endure so many hardships.
And Zheng Anyan wouldn't either.
Fang Li, who is cold and decisive in the eyes of outsiders, is actually just a Confucian scholar who has always wanted to be recognized by Fang Xuan!

"Stand still!"

Fang Xuan suddenly scolded him and asked loudly, "Fang Li, tell me, what have I told you to remember since you were a child?"

Fang Li wiped the tears from his face and said firmly: "A Xiong, a man shouldn't shed tears easily!"

Fang Xuan: "Anything else?"

Fang Li: "A man should be upright and stand tall. The more suffering he can endure in his heart, the greater his achievements will be."

Fang Xuan nodded in satisfaction, put his right hand on Fang Li's shoulder again, looked at Fang Li lovingly, and said, "Today, my brother will tell you something."

"If the burden on your shoulders is too heavy, let me carry it!"

Go ahead, he turned and walked out the door, whispering to Lingxi beside him: "I just checked, An Yan's acupoints are all destroyed, and her spine is shattered. This pill is too powerful, and her body can't bear it. Please help me, Brother Niu."

Lingxi was also stunned. This was the second time he saw such a terrible murderous intent on Fang Xuan's face.

The first time was in front of the void passage in the blessed land, just because Song Mo mentioned Fang Li in his words
Lingxi nodded solemnly.

"Brother, where are you going?" Fang Li was shocked and asked quickly.

"You can still stay in Jiuzhou safely after touching my people, Fang Xuan"

"There's no such thing in the world!"

Fang Xuan didn't even look back, but just uttered a word indifferently.

Lingyan Pavilion is a residence specially used to entertain some powerful and famous people in Jiuzhou. Those who can receive invitations to enter this place are all heads of forces with considerable reputation in Jiuzhou.

A hundred miles away from the location of Lingyan Pavilion, there are strict guards of Lingyan Pavilion. Once ordinary people or warriors approach, they will be expelled.

These days, Lingyan Pavilion has been quite lively. In addition to several warriors who have been in seclusion for hundreds of years coming out, there are also envoys from Yanzhou.

At this time, the Lingyan Pavilion was already crowded with people, and among the crowd, there was only a middle-aged man in yellow brocade clothes who was looking around with an extremely nervous expression.

"It really is worthy of being a place specially used to entertain the strong. Those who can enter here are indeed not ordinary people." A warrior was sitting next to the middle-aged man. His eyes swept over the figures walking in the pavilion, and he was secretly awe-inspiring in his heart.

Within this short distance of less than a hundred meters, he had already sensed two upper-level warriors, as well as several other leaders of famous forces from all over Jiuzhou.

Seeing the middle-aged man in brocade clothes beside him fidgeting, the warrior said calmly: "City Lord Mao, just put your mind at ease. Now that we are in Lingyan Pavilion, your problem will definitely be solved. It's just hurting an ordinary woman, what's the big deal."

The middle-aged man in brocade clothes is called Mao Gang. He is the lord of Changping City. Among the thirty-six cities in Zhongzhou, he can only be regarded as a lower-middle city.

However, it is such a city that cannot be held in the spotlight in today's situation. This time, when the Dragon Whale Army was heading south to Zhongzhou, the traces of the Dragon Whale Army were accidentally discovered.

No one knew what was wrong with the city lord's brain, he actually hired a high-level warrior to assassinate Fang Li.

Although the assassination failed and the warrior was killed on the spot by Akagi Jiao, Zheng Anyan was left disabled as a result.

Now, the news that Fang Xuan had returned to the Dragon Whale Army from the East China Sea had spread throughout the entire Jiuzhou, and Mao Gang could no longer sit still.

He thought about just joining the Dragon Whale Army, but thinking about the hatred, he would definitely not die a good death.

It just so happened that at this time, an envoy from Yanzhou visited, and Mao Gang told him about his sufferings, and Yanzhou said it was powerless to help.

One is that it is true that the current Yanzhou fought with the Longjing Army at Pantai Pass and suffered several defeats.

The second reason is, of course, that Changping City plays too small a role in the current situation.

However, the messenger also gave Mao Gang a suggestion, that he should seek the protection of Lingyan Pavilion, and perhaps he could save his life.

Listening to the frank words of the warrior next to him, Mao Gang said with a sad face: "Master Mi, the matter is not on you, so you are naturally frank and unnecessary."

"Half of my head no longer belongs to me. If Lingyan Pavilion doesn't help me, with the little assets I have in Changping City, I will be dead even if Fang Xuan comes to me personally or a third or fourth rank martial arts master comes."

Mi Xuan thought about it and it made sense. After a little thought, he said, "City Lord Mao, I think you might as well just settle down in Lingyan Pavilion. Lingyan Pavilion has a strong man in the Divine Wandering Realm, and many masters from the Nine Provinces live there. Not to mention a ninth-grade martial master, even a strong man in the Divine Wandering Realm would not dare to take action here."

Mao Gang nodded gently, "This is the only way now."

"Master Mi, why aren't the other masters from Yanzhou here?"

Mi Xuan shook his head. "How would I know? I am just here to make up the numbers. How can they tell me if they have something important to do?"

"But if it weren't for this, I wouldn't have met you, right? So this is all fate!"

At this time, in a quiet room in Lingyan Pavilion.

Two warriors dressed in Yanzhou official uniforms were waiting quietly, their eyes occasionally looking towards a passage in the quiet room.

A moment later, there was a sound of light footsteps in the passage.

An old man in a white robe walked out. His hair and beard were all white, and his face was quite ruddy. Every time he moved his hands and feet, an extremely mysterious power emanated from the space around him. The two warriors in the quiet room stood up, bowed respectfully to the old man, and said with a smile: "Congratulations, Pavilion Master Mu, your magical power has been perfected. From now on, you can travel across the nine states as if you were in an uninhabited place!"

The old man looked at the slightly older warrior, his expression still calm: "I heard that you surrendered to Red Eyebrows, but now it seems that your realm doesn't seem to have improved much."

The warrior laughed awkwardly after being touched by the old man, and continued: "Master Mu, I am not very talented. I can only cultivate to the sixth rank of martial master. Now the world is in chaos. I can only use my little ability to gain some opportunities for the younger generation. Naturally, I can't compare with Master Mu!"

The old man said coldly: "You are naturally incomparable to me. You are a perverse person and you are doomed to fail in the long run!"

After he finished speaking, he turned and walked towards a Taoist temple inside the quiet room. After sitting down, he slowly said, "Xun Rou, since you have come to my Lingyan Pavilion, you must have something to ask for. Since you blocked a sword for me before, just tell me!"

"I will put an end to this evil fate and concentrate on my cultivation."

The middle-aged warrior called Xun Rou laughed dryly and complimented: "The Pavilion Master is busy, and I don't want to disturb the Pavilion Master's meditation, but..."

Before Xun Rou finished speaking, the old man said impatiently: "Don't say superficial words. If you are unwilling, then leave!"

After saying this, the old man sat cross-legged in silence, and slowly closed his eyes.

Xun Rou also felt that she was being too polite, so she cleared her throat, bowed again, and said, "Master Mu, my master would like to invite you to create a great cause together."

"Now that the Nine Provinces are in disarray, there is only a child left in Wanzhou Dayang. The King Xuanyi who founded Daqian is just an abandoned king who has been abandoned for a hundred years. Dayang is dead, and Hongtian should be established. This is the merit of following the dragon."

Xun Rou boasted a few words, and the old man suddenly opened his eyes with a hint of anger, "Xun Rou, I despise evil and heretics the most. If we didn't have some friendship, you wouldn't be able to enter this Lingyan Pavilion."

"Are you sure you want to tell me all this nonsense when I come out of retreat?"

Hearing the anger in the old man's tone, Xun Rou was obviously fully prepared, and said with a smile: "Master Mu, please don't get angry first. I just need to talk about reason, and Master Mu will naturally not be tempted."

"However, my Dao Master is willing to give out the complete volume of the 'Spiritual Heart Map', so I think this matter can still be discussed."

The angry old man was stunned for a moment after hearing about the "Spiritual Heart Map" and frowned: "Xun Rou, you know how important this thing is to me. If you lie to me about this, you know the consequences!"

The old man's tone was quite serious, and Xun Rou's heart immediately trembled. She turned and looked at the young warrior beside her.

Their eyes met and the young man took a step forward.

He clasped his hands together, and a triangular mark suddenly appeared above his eyebrows, and a powerful energy immediately raged through his body.

With a "bang", all the clothes on his body were torn to pieces in an instant, and he was standing naked in the quiet room.

As the energy flowed through the young man's body, several acupoints in his body were lit up, and an aura that did not belong to him spread out from the acupoints.

The calm old man stood up with a thud, looking at the naked young man with almost crazy eyes.

From the several acupoints in the young man's body that were lit up, words actually flowed out from time to time, but the speed was extremely fast.

"cough!"

After seeing the old man's reaction, Xun Rou coughed lightly.

The young man immediately gathered all the energy in his body, and the faint light disappeared immediately. He then took out a piece of clothing from his small space and put it on again.

Xun Rou looked at the old man with a smile, "Master Mu, please forgive me. The Great Dao Master instructed me when I came here that I can only show you this much."

"If Pavilion Master Mu agrees, he..." Xun Rou pointed at the young man and said with a smile, "He is yours."

The old man's face was solemn, and he said in a deep voice: "To refine a first-grade martial master into a magical furnace, and to engrave everything in the "Spirit Soul Heart Map" in his acupoints, the Great Dao Master is really generous."

The old man may put emphasis on the word "handwriting".

Xun Rou smiled without saying anything. He could hear the sarcasm in the old man's words, but he also understood that the moment the old man stood up, a powerful man in the Divine Wandering Realm had fallen into the trap he had tailored for him.

Both of them were silent, waiting for the other to speak first, making the already silent room even more silent.

The art of negotiation lies in that as long as you are patient enough, you can get unexpected gains.

But it was obvious that at this moment, Xun Rou was able to keep her composure better.

After a mental struggle, the old man seemed to have lost a lot of energy in his body. He sighed and said, "Tell me, what are the conditions?"

Xun Rou smiled and cupped her hands quickly, her smile full of the look of a smug person: "Master Mu, you are too kind. My Dao Master values ​​Master Mu. In the entire Nine Provinces, only Master Mu can practice this "Spirit Soul Heart Map". He voluntarily gave it to me, so let's consider it as a good relationship."

"But now the Dragon Whale Army is forcing Yanzhou everywhere in Zhongzhou, and is constantly harming the people of Yanzhou."

"What crime have the people committed in the struggle for the great throne?"

"Thinking of the lives of his people in danger, my master has lost his appetite all day."

As she spoke, Xun Rou also acted as if she was extremely grief-stricken.

The old man felt sick at the sight, but there was nothing he could do at the moment.

Although he had successfully broken through the barrier a long time ago, after his spiritual journey, he wanted to go further, but a part of the "Spiritual Heart Map" he practiced was incomplete.

For this purpose, he established the Lingyan Pavilion so that he could make friends with warriors from all over the world and obtain the remaining fragments of the "Spiritual Heart Map". Unfortunately, he got nothing for hundreds of years.

The temptation that Xun Rou brought out at this time was really too great!

"I don't participate in wars between ordinary people." The old man shook his head.

When martial arts practice reaches the realm of spiritual wandering, the cause and effect between heaven and earth will also be imposed on the soul. Killing too many lives will bring trouble to the subsequent practice.

The old man knew this truth very well, so he naturally would not trade his martial arts. Of course, he was also expressing his attitude.

You can be a bitch, but even if you are a bitch you can't do those low-level and dirty things.

Xun Rou said calmly: "Master Mu, don't worry. I, Yanzhou, will not be so foolish as to let a powerful person in the Divine Wandering Realm get involved in a mortal war."

"Lingyan Pavilion is in a special location, right at the waist and abdomen of the Dragon Whale Army, so my master hopes that you can stab this sharp blade hard at the critical moment."

"Master Mu doesn't even need to do this himself."

The old man nodded slowly, looked at the young man with dull eyes, and took a deep breath.

Then he said calmly: "I know about this matter. As for you, Xun Rou."

"You can go now!"

(End of this chapter)