There were two people standing in Wangshu Pavilion. Among them, the older man pointed at Qilong, who was being teased by the girls, and said to the junior next to him: "You will only be played with by women!"
Tomorrow is the full night of the twelfth lunar month. Panlongmen received the news and came specially from the snowy plains in the north of the Northern Territory.
Although the journey was long, luckily there were no monsters causing trouble. Fan Zhicheng took his son and arrived at the Immortal Pavilion one day early.
"father!"
"As for that!"
"Aren't those fairies just teasing little animals?"
Fan Changxiang rolled his eyes, leaned on the big gun and said, "This can also make you feel emotional?"
"Stop beeping!"
After Fan Zhicheng handed over the greeting card to the disciples of Xianyin Pavilion, he turned around and said: "This banquet is also a way to practice martial arts. If you don't awaken the Qinglong Spear Soul, I will break your legs!"
Fan Changxiang was startled and complained: "Hey! The Soul of the Azure Dragon Gun is so difficult! My father only awakened when he was thirty! But I have just turned eighteen now!"
"Still stubborn, right?
Boy! Don’t think that I don’t dare to cut you when you’re out!”
"You..." As the father and son were arguing, a figure suddenly appeared outside Wangshu Pavilion, cupping his fists and giving a salute.
"Follow me."
Fan Zhicheng was shocked. He was at the ninth level of the Lingxiao Realm. He didn't realize where this young man came from or when he appeared. He was approached quietly.
"I dare to ask, young master, who is the Lord God?"
"He is my master."
"Then you are..." "Why bother asking?
Follow me."
After hearing this, Fan Zhicheng didn't want to say anything more. He felt that since this young man followed Chen Tian, he must have a lot of background.
Fan Changxiang followed him silently and looked at him carefully, thinking that he should be good at using a sword, but judging from his pace and body skills, the sword skills he practiced were a bit evil...it seemed to have a death aura?
Yes! Death! The kind of tragedy in which a sword is about to be broken and a hero's wrist is cut off. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is put to death.
The father and son had different thoughts, so they followed him to the post house outside Xianyin Pavilion. It was very quiet here. By opening the window, one could see the Yichuan Waterfall behind Changqiu Palace in the distance.
Climbing to the top terrace, the two of them saw a man with a restrained temperament sitting behind the bookcase, with an incense burner lingering around, and a little girl studying ink next to him.
Fan Zhicheng only needs one glance.
He was determined to be the famous Chen Tian.
If nothing else, just look at the majestic majesty of a mountain, you can't find another one in the entire northern region of three thousand miles.
"Meet the God."
"Meet the God."
Chen Tian smiled. When others greeted him, they bowed their hands deeply, but this father and son used the rare military salute of holding fists.
"Get up, no need to be polite."
The door rule of Xianyin Pavilion is that men are not allowed to enter. Chen Tian himself has already exceeded it a bit. It would be somewhat inappropriate to let outsiders in again.
Now he has moved the Yubu down the mountain, just to avoid suspicion, and at the same time, it is also convenient to train the disciples of Panlong Sect.
After being polite, Chen Tian put down his brush and pushed the map on the desk: "You two, let's take a look."
Fan Zhicheng was a little scared.
After getting closer, I suddenly discovered that this was a map with Xianyin Pavilion as the origin. The ink on it was not yet dry. It was obvious that some mountains and terrain had just been added, and the content was extremely detailed.
Delicate! How terrifying! Others may not understand the role of a detailed map, but Fan Zhicheng, who came from a military background, couldn't understand it better.
The right time, right place, and right people.
As a general, he must support the people and the people who are united, take advantage of the geographical advantages, and comply with the weather, so that he can ultimately be victorious in every battle.
It can be seen from this that a true and reliable map can add much confidence to the victory of the army.
As for the map drawn by Chen Tian, it was obviously impossible to measure it personally with his own steps. He must have used his spiritual consciousness to scan a hundred miles in radius at a glance.
This strength.
It can't be said to be terrifying.
In fact, Chen Tian did not expect that the map he took out casually would calm Fan Zhicheng.
"How about it?"
"It's like seeing hundreds of rivers and mountains in person."
"Are you sure?"
"It's hard."
The conversation between the two was very vague, and outsiders might not be able to understand it, but they understood each other tacitly and were deep in thought at the same time.
Fan Changxiang was extremely curious and looked at the map. After careful consideration for a long time, he immediately showed an expression of disbelief.
Lord God... is going to attack the branches of the Yin family in the Northern Territory! Xianyin Pavilion is separated from the Yin family by Daigui Mountain, and there is Gusu City in between. However, on the map, only these two places are the most detailed, and even the one that is not
The big Changhe River is clearly marked.
So, instead of taking action against the Yin family in the Northern Territory, how about looking at Feng Shui?
Fan Changxiang was greatly moved. He never expected that the Lord God who had just met him would be the first to bring such exciting news! "What's the difficulty?"
Chen Tian's expression remained as usual and he waved his hand to signal Fan Zhicheng to take a seat.
He did not dare to sit down, so he leaned over and thanked Fuluo for the tea, and said in deep thought: "Although the Yin family in the Northern Territory is not as large as the main family in the Central Territory, it still has a profound foundation. Even if the Panlong Sect's thirty thousand disciples fight to the death,
It’s hard to shake its foundation.”
"not to mention."
"The Panlong Sect is guarding Yanshan Mountain to resist the demon clan. If they all withdraw from the Sword Qi Great Wall, there may be trouble."
Chen Tian nodded slightly.
I think Fan Zhicheng is right.
It is true that he and the Yin family have a deep hatred and bitterness, but if the demon clan takes advantage of the situation and kills them thousands of miles away due to internal fighting, it would be too ignorant of the overall situation.
"It doesn't take thirty thousand disciples to overthrow the Yin clan in the Northern Territory."
"ah?"
Fan Zhicheng was shocked.
"It only takes three thousand and ten days to defeat the Yin family."
"This..." Not to mention that Fan and his son were extremely surprised, even Li Chengfeng, who always had a coffin-like face, was also surprised.
You must know that the Yin family in the Northern Territory has hundreds of thousands of relatives, not counting their relatives, big and small, and there are many talented people in the family.
Moreover, the Wubao used the mountain as the city and the river as the pond. It covered an area of at least a hundred miles and was extremely dangerous.
Those three thousand versus one hundred thousand...a fantasy! However, in the face of everyone's shock and surprise, Chen Tian did not explain the reason in detail. Instead, he started talking about something else.
"Master Fan, the land of Yanshan is extremely bitter and cold, what does the Panlong Sect do for a living?"
"There are many monsters in the snowfield, and many of them have become spirits. Their skin, bones, and flesh are extremely popular in the customs."
Fan Zhicheng thought for a while and said without hesitation: "Especially the cultivation elixir that is full of spiritual power, similar to the Qi Gathering Pill. Eating it can greatly improve your cultivation."
"What else?"
"The snowfield is bitterly cold, and the demon clan is also short of supplies. There are many caravans in the pass crossing the Great Wall to do business. The Panlong Sect provides protection and earns some hard money."
The appeal of the human race is very simple.
As long as the demon clan does not cross the Great Wall, the two will be in peace.
It has been a thousand years since the last battle of Muye. It is common sense that Panlong Sect guards Yanmen to balance each other and live in harmony with each other.
"How much profit can you make in a year?"
Chentian took a sip of tea.
Hearing this, Fan Zhicheng's expression was obviously a little embarrassed, and he said angrily: "There is only ten thousand taels of silver, and it is difficult to make ends meet. The Panlong Sect has not changed its armor and weapons for seven or eight years..." Ten thousand taels of silver?
So few?
Chen Tian was dumbfounded, remembering that yesterday he waved his hand and left nine thousand silver for Dujiagou. In other words, Panlong Sect's military expenditure for stationing in Yanshan for one year was almost not as good as his casual reward?
Oops.
Panlong Sect is even poorer than Xianyin Pavilion, and he is about to bleed heavily again.
Chen Tian rubbed his temples and felt a headache. Not only did he have to support a group of women from Xianyin Pavilion, he also had to support a group of tough men from Panlong Sect?
For the first time, he was a little doubtful that the wealth in his Sumeru ring seemed to be exhausted...