The road to Jianghu started from the martial arts hall

After Fang Xun discussed some details with a few people, an hour had passed unknowingly.

He looked at the sky outside. The sun was rising higher and it was already bright, so he spoke to a few people.

"Okay, you all go down and get ready first. Dongfang needs you to stay for a while."

The other three were about to leave, except Dongfang Que, when they suddenly heard Fang Xun shout, "Old Mo, help me call Old Wu and Taoist Yu over. I need to talk to them."

"Ok."

Soon, Old Man Mo, Xiao Zhen, and Li Muzhi left the hall, leaving only Fang Xun and Dongfang Que.

He looked at Dongfang Que. Today, she was no longer wearing the bright red palace dress. Instead, she was wearing a loose scholar's suit. Her hair was tied up, and she was dressed like a man.

Dongfang Que at this moment had a more androgynous heroic air compared to when Fang Xun met him several months ago.

Her skin is fair with a hint of healthy redness. She is no longer the delicate beauty of a lady from a wealthy family in the south of the Yangtze River. A masculine charm naturally exudes from her.

At first glance, it looks like a woman dressed as a man, but there is also a contradictory feeling that the money she takes out may be bigger than her own.

Dongfang Que felt uneasy when Fang Xun looked at him. He avoided his gaze and forced a smile, saying, "Xun, what's wrong? Is there something wrong with my face?"

Fang Xun's expression remained calm as he took out a scarlet sword from behind. It was the scarlet sword he had obtained from Gong Wuhou.

"Yes, in just a few months, you have already broken through the Yang God and developed a bit of masculinity. After a while, you will be able to restore your male body."

"So he was checking his martial arts progress."

Dongfang Que breathed a sigh of relief and took the scarlet sword. He looked at it carefully and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes when he found that it was a true martial arts weapon.

"Xun brother, this sword"

Fang Xun said calmly: "This sword is for you. I have also imprinted some martial arts suitable for you in it. You can check it at any time by exploring your mind."

After hearing this, Dongfang Que probed his mind as instructed. Sure enough, a large amount of information immediately flooded into his mind, including martial arts insights and techniques.

These are Fang Xun's self-castration and Yandu skills.

Except for a few women, most people in Yandu are eunuchs, and the martial arts they created are very suitable for eunuchs to practice.

Although Dongfang Que did not have a cut and was not a true eunuch, he was a natural eunuch, and Yandu's martial arts were very suitable for his physique.

In Gong Wuhou's memory, there was no "Double Volumes of Ximai" by Guling Shiyan, the lord of Yandu, but she had read most of the martial arts books of Yandu.

At this time, Fang Xun handed everything over to Dongfang Que.

After Dongfang Que took a look, a look of joy appeared on his face.

"Thank you, Brother Xun"

"Let's go and see later," Fang Xun waved his hand and asked, "How are Yan Ming and the others doing now?"

Dongfang Que immediately replied, "Half a month ago, I sent a letter to Yan Ming and Uncle Fu, asking them to evacuate Jiangzhou. It will take one or two months to reach the palace."

Among Fang Xun's men, Dongfang Que became the chief intelligence officer of the palace, and Taoist Yu also practiced in seclusion in the palace.

When he had nothing to do, he would look at Feng Shui, or when he traveled around Wuzhou, he would survey the Feng Shui terrain.

As for Yan Ming, Duan Mingfu and Bai Wufeng, they have been staying in Chunyang Mansion, running the Sixing Hall while also managing the Qinglong Society.

Now Jiangzhou was no longer safe, so Yan Ming and the other two began to pack up and leave Jiangzhou.

"Not only Yan Ming and his men, but also the sects and families affiliated with the royal palace in Jiangzhou were told to evacuate immediately. Whether they listened or not is up to them."

As they were talking, a sound of footsteps came closer and Taoist Yu and Old Wu, the palace's chief steward, also entered the hall.

Fang Xun nodded and said to Dongfang Que, "I understand. You can go down."

After Dongfang Que left the hall, Old Wu and Yu Daoren spoke respectfully.

"My Lord, what's the matter?" Fang Xun looked at Taoist Yu first. "Zhao Ning will be in seclusion for a while. Please check if there are any places with active underground fire in Wuzhou. She will come to you in person later."

Taoist Yu nodded and said, "I'll leave this matter to me. Please rest assured, Your Majesty."

After receiving the order, he took his leave and left the room. Fang Xun then instructed Old Wu, "I will also be in seclusion for a period of time, and I will need a lot of blood."

When Old Wu heard this, his expression suddenly became serious: "My Lord, what kind of blood do you want?"

Fang Xun smiled and said, "You're overthinking it. It doesn't have to be human blood. The blood of livestock or wild beasts in the forest will do. In addition to fresh blood..."

As he spoke, he took out a list from his pocket and handed it to Old Wu.

"And you should prepare these materials as soon as possible."

Old Wu took the list and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that although the materials listed there were precious, they were all in stock in the palace.

The only thing that's a bit troublesome is the blood, but it's just a matter of spending a little more money.

After purchasing a large amount of livestock and taking their blood, it takes some time to transport it, and nothing else matters.

"Don't worry, my Lord. I will get this done as soon as possible."

Soon, Old Wu took his leave, and Fang Xun also stood up from the main seat and left the hall.

He shuttled through the courtyards of the palace, attracting the attention of the servants.

The servants' whispers were clear to his ears.

"Why do I feel that the Marquis has become more handsome after returning from this trip?"

“I think it’s beautiful.”

Fang Xun didn't take it seriously when listening to the servants' whispers. Compared to having a bright red teardrop mole that would allow him to dress like a woman, the other benefits of Nuwa's blood were worth it.

Fang Xun walked along the way and unknowingly arrived at a courtyard built against a mountain in the mansion.

Fang Xun walked up the stone steps in the courtyard, and gradually felt the air becoming fresher.

All the sounds in the palace disappeared from his ears. After walking along the steps for a while, he saw a Taoist temple.

After pushing the door open and walking through the lobby, there was another quiet bamboo forest. At this time, Fang Xun sighed softly.

Walking along the cobblestone path in the forest and passing a few green bamboos, you will see a quiet girl in green holding a Qiuli whisk, standing in the pavilion.

After seeing Fang Xun coming, Bai Qingmeng's expression was still extremely indifferent and peaceful, but her eyes, which were full of rippling water, seemed to have thousands of words to express to the other party, but in the end she only said three words lightly.

"You came."

Fang Xun also smiled and said, "Ah Qing, I'm sorry to have made you worried."

But soon, he felt something was wrong. He didn't feel anything when he spoke to Bai Qingmeng in this tone before.

But now, I feel something strange in my heart.

It feels like I just paid my dues to my wife and I can't wait to find my mistress.
They each said one sentence and then fell silent.

Fang Xun and Bai Qingmeng stared at each other quietly without saying a word, as if they both wanted to see through the other's inner thoughts through the eyes, the window of the soul.

After a long while, a hint of nervousness flashed in Bai Qingmeng's eyes, and he finally spoke to break the silence between the two.

"The willows are green and the river is calm. I hear my lover singing on the river."

After the girl sang a Sichuan love ballad from Fang Xun's previous life, a hint of anticipation appeared in her nervousness.

At this time Fang Xun laughed, he laughed very happily, and continued the second half of the sentence with a smile under Bai Qingmeng's expectant eyes.

"The sun rises in the east and it rains in the west. It is said that there is no clear sky, but there is clear sky." (End of this chapter)