The night is getting darker, and the whining evening wind is beating on the eaves. Covered by the rustling sound, the closed doors and windows have been pushed open a crack at some point.
The shadow in the corner clung to the wall, slowly condensing into a human shape. Suddenly a person jumped out of the darkness. He first looked at the layout of the room, then moved his eyes slightly, and then settled on the young man sleeping soundly in the room.
The visitor's footsteps were very light, as silent as a ghost, and he floated to the bedside in almost the blink of an eye. Unexpectedly, the next moment, Ning Yan suddenly opened his eyes, spun up quickly, kicked several times in the air, and was scalding hot.
The blood surges and screams in the body, and every blow makes a deafening sound!
But the opponent seemed to have expected it, and he used a single palm to strike in succession, and easily defused the surging offensive.
The moment their fists and feet struck each other, it was as if there was a qi from the same source that was affecting each other. The two of them passed by each other, and they turned around in unison, showing the look of a wolf.
Time seems to be standing still at this moment, the bright moon in the sky will peek out from behind the clouds, and a beam of white light will hit the room at the right time, illuminating the other party's face clearly.
Ning Yan felt as if he were facing a formidable enemy, gritting his teeth and saying: "Fang Keji!"
He had already guessed that this guy might not be dead when he was on the airship, but when he saw the other person standing in front of him alive, he still felt a turmoil in his heart.
"You're welcome, Brother Yan."
Fang Keji bowed his hand indifferently, but his current image could not be said to be as elegant as before. His long hair, which had been meticulously combed in the past, fell down carelessly, half covering one of his eyes, and his tattered gown was sticky with bloody scabs.
In one place, all kinds of wounds were exposed and shocking, making them worse than the most miserable beggar in the city.
This huge span from an elegant scholar to a battle-damaged version of Xiahou Dun really made Ning Yan dumbfounded.
Fang Keji didn't seem to regard himself as an outsider at all. After a brief greeting, he walked around the room with his hands behind his back. Finally, he sat down by the bookcase, turned to look at Ning Yan, and joked with interest: "You
Where are those wings, not with you?"
Ning Yan couldn't figure out the purpose of his visit for a while, and didn't dare to move. He held his chest in a half-hug posture and said warily: "Miss Hongye is not with you either."
"Red leaves..." Fang Keji sighed softly, then pointed at the book: "Come, sit down and talk."
He didn't see any movement. As soon as he finished speaking, Ning Yan felt that the world was spinning in front of his eyes. When he regained consciousness, he was inexplicably sitting opposite Fang Keji.
It’s this magical power again!
Ning Yan took a breath. He had been captured by him in this way before in Mingzhou, but he didn't expect that he was still unable to resist now that he had become so much stronger.
The gap between the two seems to have never narrowed.
"Last time, you failed to win three against one, and Fang was very frustrated by the defeat. How about trying again..."
"Mr. Fang has incredible skills. No need to go to so much trouble. I give up."
"Hehe, you are too lazy to be prepared. Well, let's not talk about victory or defeat for now, how should you calculate the sword you hit me with?"
Is this... seeking revenge?
Ning Yan's eyes were half lowered, and the ten fingers hidden under the book quietly started to pinch, but soon they let go.
No, without Chai Ruru and Jiang Chanyi by his side to cooperate with him in using martial soul fusion skills, he alone is no match for Fang Keji, and a hasty attack will definitely bring no benefits.
I have no choice but to use a unique trick...
Ning Yan slowly exhaled a stream of turbid air, stood up abruptly, hugged his fists and pushed hard!
"For half of my life, I have only regretted that I have never met a Master! If Mr. Fang does not give up, I would like to join Mr. Fang's sect and inherit your legacy. In the future, I will use Tai Lao to strengthen the incense of the priest's sect!"
As Ning Yan spoke, he grabbed the tea cup and said solemnly: "Master, please don't refuse this cup of apprenticeship tea!"
Fang Keji's smile faltered. He had never seen such a shameless person in all his travels. Before he could reply, the teacup almost hit his mouth.
Isn’t this too fast?!
"You..."
"Invite Master to tea!"
"Fang..."
"Invite Master to tea!"
Ning Yan is like a repeater. No matter what the other person says, he keeps repeating one sentence, and he seems to be determined not to stop until he is shot.
Fang Keji hesitated to speak. After holding it in for a long time, he had no choice but to grab the tea cup and force out a sentence with a livid face: "A husband can only bend and stretch. You know the current affairs."
Seeing him accepting the so-called apprenticeship tea, Ning Yan breathed a sigh of relief and suddenly felt able to breathe again. He tugged on his collar and said, "If you really want to kill me, why bother talking to me on the flying boat?"
Now you can take action."
"My brain is quite active."
"Each and each other."
Fang Keji was angry and funny. Thinking of the scene when the two met for the first time, he touched the book with his palm, and a chessboard appeared out of thin air: "Play a game with me."
"Master's chess skills are unfathomable. I..." Ning Yan was about to repeat his old trick, but when he saw the other party's expression was not kind, he quickly changed his words: "Here you go, here you go."
Different from the tit-for-tat confrontation last time, this time the two of them were obviously not thinking about the chessboard. They seemed to have all kinds of skillful moves like antelopes hanging their horns, but in fact they made a lot of stupid moves. A pair of bad chess pieces came together and they were having a great time playing.<
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Ning Yan picked up a chess piece with two fingers and stared at the chess game with his eyes, seemingly thinking about a strategy. However, from the corner of his eye, he glanced at Fang Keji from time to time, "Why did you choose me?"
Fang Keji picked up the teapot, weighed it for himself and said, "Because we are the same kind of people."
"What kind of people?"
"A beast without a king and a father."
"..."
Ning Yan didn't answer with a disapproving look on her face, expressing her dissatisfaction with silence.
Why did you curse someone without even saying a few words?
"There is nothing to deny." Fang Keji said casually: "Even if the hatred between you and me is as deep as the sea, for the sake of common interests, we can still sit down and have a good talk. You can swallow the humiliation and worship me as your teacher, and I can ignore the past grudges.
Nang Xiangshuo, is there anything more convincing than this?"
Ning Yan was stunned. After all, he was a cultured person, and he could speak so freshly and refinedly even if he was afraid of death. He didn't know that he thought it was a sign of sympathy between heroes.
"Then why did you come here in the middle of the night? Si Tianjian has been looking for you everywhere recently."
"Because I don't have much time."
"What?! You're going to die!"
The joyful atmosphere in these words made Fang Keji startled, and he raised his head in a daze.
Is it worth being so happy?
Ning Yan hurriedly lowered his face, almost forgetting to control his expression, and quickly lowered his voice and said sadly: "No...Master, I will miss you."
"Do you really want to?" Fang Keji smiled.
"I really want to." Ning Yan nodded sincerely.
"Okay..." Fang Keji put down his tea cup, sat up straight and said, "Then you come with me to Daliang."
Ning Yan's fingers trembled, and the chess piece fell to the ground with a clatter. His voice suddenly rose an octave: "Where??"
"Daliang."
"Then... when you say there isn't much time, you mean there isn't much time in Dazhou?"
"That's right." Fang Keji said with a half-smile, "What time do you think it is?"
"I thought? I thought, I thought it was the time when we were in Gyeonggi Province." Ning Yan scratched his head in embarrassment and said: "Besides, Daliang is too far away. You and I, master and apprentice, were not familiar with each other in the past. This matter
We still need to think about it in the long term..."
Fang Keji cleared his throat and said: "I almost forgot to tell you that Fang was originally Daliang's embroidered clothing direct pointer. I will have someone to take care of me when I get back."
Ning Yan was so shocked that her jaw almost dropped.
He didn't know much about Liang, but he still knew some common sense. It was not easy to point out the embroidered clothes. Each of them had been awarded a gold medal by Emperor Liang, and their status was extremely transcendent. They were said to patrol the four directions on behalf of the emperor, but they had no authority at all.
Losing twenty-eight nights is even worse.
He has never heard of anyone in history who can hold these two important positions.
What an imperial double agent.
"Okay, I know you still have worries in Dazhou, so let's stop joking."
Fang Keji looked like he had seen through Ning Yan, and saying that we would go together was just teasing. During the conversation, the chess game was coming to an end, and he finally showed a serious look: "After I leave, pass on the sect and don't let the orthodoxy pass on."
Broken."
Ning Yan rarely saw his master being so solemn, so he couldn't help but sit up straight and said: "I dare to ask the master's name."
"What's the name?" Fang Keji smiled freely and said: "None of this matters anymore. Even the name of the sect is not important. If you are interested, you can choose one yourself and call it whatever you like."
Ah? Can you still be so casual?
Ning Yan originally wanted to ask a few more questions, but Fang Keji seemed to be unable to wait any longer. He glanced out the window anxiously and said hurriedly: "See you later."
After saying that, like a weathered stone statue, he turned into flying ash and disappeared into the shadows, and disappeared without a trace after a while.
"Hey! Are you leaving now? Where is the inheritance??"
Ning Yan hurriedly stretched out her hand to try to retain her, but in the end she was in vain. Looking back around, only his voice echoed in the room.
Fang Keji has indeed left.
"Old guy, let's make some gold coins before leaving..."
Ning Yan burst into laughter, and suddenly paused when his eyes passed over the chessboard on the bookcase. The only chessboard left by Fang Keji actually shone under the moonlight, with a divine light that was extraordinary.
Is this...a creation of supernatural power? He was so curious that he picked up the chessboard and inadvertently put his fingers on the surface of the chessboard, causing ripples to form.
Good guy, it’s still a touch screen.
Ning Yan played with it for a while, but couldn't figure it out for a while. Then he saw the unfinished teacup on the bookcase, pondered for a moment, took out a new one, filled it up, and raised it far away from the window. p>