Ten minutes later, Fang Yu walked out of the dimly lit cave.
The little wind chime sitting on a small stone shaking her little feet immediately jumped down and walked forward.
"Master, can I continue..."
Xiao Fengling looked at Fang Yu with her eyes and asked.
"No, you ask Shengxue to notify Zheng Ze and send this person back to the Order Headquarters." Fang Yu said.
"Ah? Did you just send him away like that?" Xiao Fengling asked with his eyes wide open.
"The thing you should ask has been asked, why are you still keeping him?" Fang Yu raised his brow and said.
"But... I haven't had enough fun yet." Xiao Fengling lowered his head and said aggrievedly.
"Do what I said, there will be opportunities in the future." Fang Yu rubbed Xiao Fengling's head and turned around and left.
...
Fang Yu slowly walked along the path towards the small jungle ahead.
The Shangqing told him two names, which surprised him very much.
Ma Sanhong, Fan Jinsheng.
Fang Yu had never heard of these two names before.
Fang Yu's surprise came after Shangqing revealed the identities of these two people.
Ma Sanhong comes from the Ma family, one of the eight major families in Beidu, and serves as the head of the family.
Fan Jinsheng, from the Fan family, one of the eight major families in Beidu, also serves as the head of the family.
The heads of the two top martial arts families in Beidu actually followed the semi-spiritual clan.
What exactly do they plan for?
This is something that makes Fang Yu puzzled.
Needless to say, the head of the top martial arts family in Beidu has a status and status. In the entire Yanxia, they are in the top class.
And the semi-spirited tribe is just an alien race that cannot show up openly.
The gap between the two is one heaven and one earth.
Why did Ma Sanhong and Fan Jinsheng abandon the open and turn to the dark?
Of course, there is a certain probability that the Shangqing lies, but the probability is slim.
In addition, he might have made a mistake.
What is the truth is still needed to investigate.
Assuming that Ma Sanhong and Fan Jinsheng really followed the semi-spiritual clan, then the Ma family and Fan families where they were probably infiltrated.
"This requires multiple drugs to make people faint to this extent." Fang Yu shook his head slightly, feeling in his heart.
Fang Yu was about to go out to find Huaixu.
At this time, Ye Shengxue appeared beside him.
"Mr. Fang, Miss Lin Zhilan from the Lin family, is here to find you." Ye Shengxue said.
Fang Yu was stunned, then remembered what he promised Lin Zhilan this morning, and said, "Take her directly to the door of the Sutra Library, I'll go there now."
"Okay." Ye Shengxue replied.
Half a minute later, Fang Yu came to the door of the Sutra Pavilion.
Ye Shengxue and Lin Zhilan were already waiting.
"Fang, Fang..." Lin Zhilan looked dull when she saw Fang Yu, and didn't know what to call her.
"You can call him Mr. Fang." Ye Shengxue reminded with a smile.
"Mr. Fang." Lin Zhilan bent slightly.
"You're coming very quickly." Fang Yu glanced at Lin Zhilan and said.
Lin Zhilan's dressing style at this time was completely different from the previous two meetings.
She was wearing a purple dress that was above the knee, with her black hair standing straight up, straight down to her waist, her face was obviously melted, and she even had a bright lip color.
Lin Zhilan is naturally beautiful and looks brighter and more charming after dressing up.
Feeling Fang Yu's gaze, Lin Zhilan lowered her head and felt uncomfortable all over.
Fang Yu stared at Lin Zhilan, actually trying to find some points similar to Lin Batian on Lin Zhilan.
But unfortunately, it was not found.
After all, it is normal that it is impossible to find similarities after more than one hundred generations.
"Come in, I have to find a sword score that suits you." Fang Yu said, walking towards the Sutra Pavilion.
Lin Zhilan is still in place.
"Miss Lin, please come in with Mr. Fang." Ye Shengxue reminded.
"...Okay." Lin Zhilan came to her senses, looked at Fang Yu in front of her, and followed her.
"When I fought with you this morning, I had already evaluated your physical fitness. At that time, I thought the Butterfly Dance Sword Technique would be more suitable for you." Fang Yu took Lin Zhilan to the second floor and said, "But I thought later
After thinking about it, the Butterfly Dance Sword Technique is a bit softer. If you want to use it in actual combat, you still have to be more offensive."
Lin Zhilan didn't say anything.
Fang Yu took her and walked to the six bookshelfs on the corner of the second floor.
On these six bookshelf are hundreds of sword books.
Among them, 70% of the sword scores are at the top, 20% are at the top, and 10% are at the top.
The higher the grade, the higher the quality. At the same time, the higher the difficulty of learning.
The butterfly sword recipe that Fang Yu wanted to give Lin Zhilan before was a top-grade secret book.
But now, Fang Yu has changed his mind.
With Lin Zhilan's sword-fierce personality, it would be more appropriate to choose a more difficult sword score for her.
"Let me see..." Fang Yu came directly to the bookshelf of the Juepin Sword Note, and his eyes slowly swept through the sword note one by one.
Lin Zhilan stood behind Fang Yu, her beautiful eyes wide open, looking at the sword scores in front of her without blinking.
She had never even heard of the various sword notes on the bookshelf before.
But she knew in her heart that these sword scores... must be better than what she had learned before!
"So many..." Lin Zhilan's face turned red with excitement, and her eyes kept scanning each sword score.
She bit her red lips and resisted the desire to take out a sword book to read it.
Before going out, Lin Zhengxiong repeatedly emphasized that she must be polite and respect Fang Yu, otherwise she would not be able to learn stronger swordsmanship.
"If you want to see it, just flip it, but you have to remember to put it back to your original position, otherwise the little Fengling will go crazy again." Fang Yu said without looking back.
With permission, Lin Zhilan immediately stretched out his hand and pulled out a sword score called "Sword Technique of Killing the Sky", and lowered his head to read it.
The pictures drawn in the book and the recorded cultivation methods made Lin Zhilan's eyes wide open and shocked.
The above statement is completely different from the sword technique she learned before!
For a moment, Lin Zhilan was completely trapped in the sword score.
And Fang Yu is still looking for a suitable sword score.
After all, he is a descendant of Lin Batian, and Fang Yu cannot be perfunctory at will.
"The best sword score for her..."
Fang Yu touched his chin and suddenly glanced at a sword book.
Heavenly Dao Sword Technique.
Fang Yu's eyes flashed slightly, and he stretched out his hand and pulled out the sword score of the Heavenly Dao Sword Technique from the book collection.
He himself didn't remember, so he put this sword book here.
After reading it for a while, a look of remembrance appeared in Fang Yu's eyes.
When he killed seven days and seven nights in Ziyan Palace, the most he used was the Heavenly Dao Sword Technique.
The Heavenly Dao sword technique advances both hard and soft, and is good at both offense and defense... It is the strongest sword technique in Fang Yu's mind.
But...its level is semi-immortal level, and it is extremely difficult to train.
Fang Yu once thought about giving up practicing this Heavenly Dao Sword Technique, but was forced by his master to practice hard...
Fang Yu glanced at Lin Zhilan, who was opening her eyes wide, staring at the sword in her hand.
Is it appropriate to let her practice the sword technique of the Heavenly Dao...?
With Lin Zhilan's sword crazy appearance, perseverance should be enough.
The only thing to worry about is whether her talent has reached the level of being able to comprehend the sword technique of the Heavenly Dao.
After careful consideration, Fang Yu made a decision.
"Come here." Fang Yu said.
Lin Zhilan was completely immersed in the sword score and had no response.
Fang Yu had no choice but to walk forward and pat Lin Zhilan on the shoulder.
Lin Zhilan raised her head and looked at Fang Yu blankly.
"This is the sword score I have chosen for you." Fang Yu handed the sword score of the Heavenly Dao to Lin Zhilan.
Lin Zhilan took the sword note and looked at the four big words on the cover.
"Sword Technique of Heavenly Dao."
"I think it is the sword score that suits you the most...but, the difficulty of cultivation is extremely high." Fang Yu said, "So, I will give you the chance to choose. Now you can read this sword score a little and decide for yourself.
Do you want to learn?”
"If you don't think it's suitable, change it."
Lin Zhilan nodded in a daze and opened the sword score in her hand.
After reading a few pages, Lin Zhilan was a little confused.
Compared to the Sky-Slaying Sword Technique she just saw, the way of practicing the Heavenly Dao Sword Technique is even more strange and even obscure.
Fang Yu glanced at the sword technique of the Sky-Slaying in Lin Zhilan's hand and said, "So that, the sword technique you practiced before was considered one star, so the difficulty of the sword technique of the Sky-Slaying Sword Technique is twenty stars, and the sword technique of the Heavenly Dao...
...The difficulty is as high as one hundred stars."
"But if you can practice, you will get one hundred stars."