Chapter 17 Then let him die under this wooden sword
Li Hanyi left, and Fang Ping handed him off.
Asking the Sword Qingcheng Mountain is not only to hone your sword skills, but also to complete the mission:
[Mission 1: ‘The fate of Taoist Sword Immortal’, Asking the Sword Qingcheng Mountain, the undefeated one]
[Completion reward: Half-step to the Mysterious Realm of Divine Movement!]
[Task 2: ‘Heart of Wushuang City’, ask the sword Wushuang City, and win a great victory]
[Completion Reward: Shushan Swordsmanship!]
The skill of sword control can still be practiced, but the cultivation level cannot be replaced.
Fang Ping decisively chose the first one.
"It just so happens that it's convenient to have the Sword Immortal accompanying you along the way!"
Li Fansong stood up and jumped off the red rabbit, patted the donkey's butt and said:
"It's a long journey, please come on, Sword Immortal."
Fang Ping declined politely:
"No need, the red rabbit and donkey match the God of War, it's up to you."
Waiting for three months to receive a sword, countless cuts, and human destruction, this person does have something.
...
The road to Qingcheng Mountain is far away. The three of them passed through a small town in the evening and rested here.
After ordering half a table of dishes in the inn lobby, Fang Ping and the two Taoist priests were having dinner and casually asked Xiang Feixuan:
"I saw you playing with coins on the way. Do you know how to tell fortunes?"
"Of course," Fei Xuan responded with a glossy mouth, "What Taoist priest can't tell fortunes?"
Fang Ping put down his chopsticks:
"I heard that Qingcheng Mountain's Taoist teachings are Ziwei looking for Qi and Tao eyes looking for dragons. Can you try a hexagram for me?"
"It's possible, but fortune-telling has a way of looking at the heavens. The more fortune-telling you have, the thinner it becomes. Moreover, Qingcheng Mountain only deals with divination, not interpretation.
If senior is willing, Xiaodao can start the hexagram now."
In order to avoid noise on the way, Fang Ping specially asked the two to change their names.
"please."
Fei Xuan wiped the oil nozzle, took out two coins and handed them to Fang Ping.
The latter throws it and gets Lao Yin.
Throw again, Shaoyin...
After coming down three times, the upper line was out, and Fang Ping asked:
"Is this hexagram of mine good or bad?"
Feixuan shook his head:
"The hexagrams are incomplete, so we can't say for certain. Even if there are five out of six lines, there is no absolute sign of good or bad luck."
Li Fansong looked out the window blankly and patted Feixuan on the shoulder:
"Master's teaching is correct, but this hexagram... is different from the past."
"Uncle Master, I'm not as good as you in terms of swordsmanship, but Taoism... ah this?"
Just as Fei Xuan turned around to preach, he saw a vision coming from the sky and couldn't help but open his mouth:
"Uncle Master, is this what the master said?"
Li Fansong nodded stiffly, swallowed and said:
"The clouds roll like shuttles in the sky, China and Japan are in the eye of the wind, and the golden light is like a torch, reaching far and wide!"
"A person with great luck in martial arts!"
Fang Ping also looked out the window. The dark sky was cloudy and the sun had already set in the west, but there was a ray of light surrounding the inn.
Fei Xuan and Li Fansong handed over to Fang Ping at the same time:
"Senior is a man with a prosperous martial arts fortune, and is destined to have a long career in martial arts!"
Fang Ping smiled slightly and signaled to Fei Xuan that it was time to finish.
As soon as the latter put away the two coins, the strange phenomena in the sky suddenly disappeared, and the sky above returned to the deserted twilight.
At the same time, the inn welcomed seven more guests.
"Waiter, bring over all the good wine and food you ordered for lunch!"
"Okay!"
Fang Ping glanced at them and knew that these people were from Nanjue. They had big scimitars on their backs, thin blades and wide bodies, and rough words.
The seven of them seemed to have encountered something good, and they were still discussing it after sitting down.
"Hey, the blind fortune teller in this small place really has two brushes, and he can actually calculate that Brother Shi has great martial luck!"
"Tsk, tsk, I thought he was talking nonsense, and I was about to destroy him, but a strange thing happened from the sky!"
Shi Tiancai took a swig of wine and looked quite enjoying it:
"After this order is delivered, I will quit working and go back to study swordsmanship with my master! Great luck in martial arts!"
Afterwards, the dishes were served, and the seven of them began to eat and drink wildly, making great noises.
Obviously, they misunderstood something.
Fei Xuan shook his head and whispered:
"Tsk, tsk, little uncle, do you think this is a fake show of force?"
"Why do you care so much? You can just make people happy."
Fang Ping didn't bother to care, it didn't matter how much they liked to do.
But Shi Tiancai felt that drinking alone was not enough, so he slapped the wooden table with his big hand and shouted:
"Boy, I will be responsible for all the blame tonight! I'm so happy!"
Li Fansong's eyes lit up, this was an unexpected surprise, and he quickly added a few meat dishes:
"Waiter, stir-fry another plate of plum blossom braised pork, dried bamboo shoots and pig's trotters..."
"Uncle, please don't be greedy for petty gains."
Just as he was talking, Nan Jue came over and held up two bowls of wine:
"Here, I'll give you a bowl!"
Li Fansong and Fei Xuan waved their hands repeatedly:
"We appreciate your kindness. As a rule, you cannot drink alcohol."
The man from Nanjue immediately rolled his eyes and sneered:
"What kind of bad Taoist priest is worse than that blind fortune teller?"
With that said, he handed the bowl to Fang Ping again:
"You are not a Taoist priest, you can always drink it, right? Give me face, I am happy today!"
Fang Ping was only seventeen years old, and Jiexinzuka rarely drank, so he naturally refused to drink. He also declined.
He toasted twice in a row but no one answered him. He was about to throw the bowl in a fit when Shi Tiancai suddenly stopped:
"That's all. After all, this is Beili. My sister-in-law doesn't drink, so don't make it difficult, right?"
After being insulted twice in succession, Li Fansong and Fei Xuan immediately became angry.
Fang Ping motioned to the two of them to be calm. If you fight in the store, you will have to pay a lot of money. It is better to secretly order some delicious dishes and take away the expensive dishes.
When Shi Tiancai saw that the three of them were silent and saw that Fang Ping was wearing a wooden sword, he said contemptuously:
"The sword is practiced in the south, and the sword is practiced in the north. This is a regional difference, but it is the first time I see the wooden sword."
"Excuse me, this young master, why would you need a wooden sword to travel around the world?"
Shi Tiancai's men rushed to answer:
"Of course, make a fire when it's cold, and scratch your back when it's itchy!"
"My old sister-in-law can't lift an iron sword, so of course she has to use a wooden sword~"
Li Fansong couldn't help it anymore and said in a bad tone:
"A bunch of old haters pretended to be Wuchang under the guise of celestial phenomena. They didn't even know they were being deceived!"
Shi Tiancai smiled and shook his head:
"Jealous, my martial arts fortune has been inherited by me, and I will no longer be able to use swordsmanship?"
Fang Ping suddenly glared at him, his eyes as sharp as a sword causing him to hesitate and forget what he was going to say next.
"gone."
"I think you dare to leave the inn even half a step?"
Shi Tiancai stood up violently, inserted the big knife into the floor, relied on his martial arts skills, and threatened with a grin:
"I've invited you to dinner and you haven't received a gift in return?"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was the sound of horse hooves outside the inn again. In just three seconds, more than a dozen Nanjue swordsmen surrounded the inn.
The sword vibrated to show a threat.
They didn't know where the black tarpaulin came from, picked it up with a bamboo pole, and covered all the doors and windows of the inn.
Shi Tiancai showed his fierce look and grinned:
"Haha, do you really think that this uncle is kind enough to treat you to dinner?"
This is the last day of escort service in Beili. If you don’t grab it, it’s free!
One day you will kill yourself for money, the next day you will be in the world!
Li Fansong stood up immediately:
"Senior, let us do it!"
Fang Ping stood up and asked Li Fansong to step back:
"No, let me come. If they disdain Beili Jian and insult my wooden sword, then let them die under this wooden sword."
Hearing this, Shi Tiancai couldn't help laughing:
"Ah? Are you angry now? Did I hear you right, wooden sword?"
"If you can kill me with a wooden sword, I will stand on my head and eat shit!"
Fang Ping was speechless and held out his sword.
The sword intent swept across quickly, the body and head were separated in an instant, blood gushed out from the human pillar, and his eyes were fixed in death.
With one sword, he cut off the heads of three people, including Shi Tiancai. He didn't even have a chance to raise the sword.
Fang Ping said calmly:
"Who else wants to trick someone into eating or drinking?"
He is used to robbing gangs and robbers, and is used to cutting off the root of trouble and leaving no one behind. Naturally, Fang Ping will not let anyone go.