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Chapter 2 Listening to the Rain Pavilion

What happened to Pang Ban in Mingyu Palace has never been unfair for the past twenty years. Even though Fang Yeyu was raised by Pang Ban since childhood and was far better than an ordinary master-apprentice relationship, he never dared to ask.

Because he had this feeling, if he asked, he would anger his mentor who was rampant and had no opponents. But today, he would tell this past story, which made him feel curious.

Not only did Pang Ban not say this past, but people in the world dared not go to Mingyu Palace to verify it. Pang Ban is also the only outsider to enter Mingyu Palace in the past century.

Fang Yeyu did not continue asking because Pang Ban would continue to say it. At the same time, he felt this way, as if Pang Ban had no longer cared about that matter.

Pang Ban recalled in a distant tone: "Mingyu Palace is located on Dita Peak in Zhongnan Mountain. I still remember when I went to Dita Peak, it was drizzling. I finally arrived at the most mysterious martial arts holy place in the martial arts world along the almost straight steep mountain path."

Speaking of this, Pang Ban's temperament became empty, as if he was experiencing that sudden mountain rain.

He continued: "Mingyu Palace Master is real name Yan Jing'an. She knew my purpose at first sight when she saw me. At the same time, her first sentence was that she was admitting that she was not my opponent. Of course, I knew that she was not humble, and no one could know the loss of my mood at that time."

Fang Yeyu naturally knew that since Pang Ban was thirty years old, he had no opponent in the world, and even ten years before he retired, no one had the courage to challenge him. This kind of loneliness that penetrated his bones was definitely not something that outsiders could understand.

Fang Yeyu couldn't help but ask, "Since the Palace Master of Mingyu Palace is not his opponent, why did the Master retreat?"

Pang Ban said lightly: "Yan Jing'an said at that time, 'Although I am not a rival to Brother Pang, today's mountain rain must be rewarded. It will definitely prevent Brother Pang from going back and forth in vain'. I knew that a person like her must have a deep meaning when speaking, so I followed her to Tingyu Pavilion in the back mountain. When I saw the Tingyu Pavilion, I finally understood that Yan Jing'an was not a false statement, and I did not get anything in that job."

Fang Yeyu said: "It seems that the strange thing is the 'Tingyu Pavilion'."

Pang Ban smiled slightly and said, "This is the original bamboo score of Wu Zhen, a masterpiece of the previous generation. Look at his faint stroke. A piece of bamboo leaves that flutter in the wind are alive on the paper, with both form and spirit. It makes people unable to see whether it is the bamboo moving? The wind moving? Or the mind moving, it is really the ultimate of the painting. Not a point or a little, otherwise it will be insufficient. It is not beautiful."

He did not answer the "Ting Yuting" incident, but told Fang Yeyu about the bamboo score in his hand.

Fang Yeyu suddenly realized something and bowed to him and said, "Master, can you tell me how you can be without traces?"

With just a single stroke on the bamboo score, you can have both form and spirit without leaving any traces. It is really the ultimate of the Tao of painting. If you refer to martial arts, it is also a profound and subtle martial arts principle.

Pang Ban laughed and said, "It is worthy of being Pang Ban's disciple. The Tingyu Pavilion is integrated with the terrain between the mountains. With the change of light and the change of four seasons, the scenery will change continuously, but the pavilion itself remains unchanged. The three words "Tingyu Pavilion" on the pavilion are natural, but the sword intent inside is endless. Although I was not defeated by Yan Jing'an, I thought I was not as good as the person who built the pavilion at that time and wrote the three words "Tingyu Pavilion" at the same time."

Only then did Fang Yeyu understand why Pang Ban retired for twenty years and devoted himself to practicing the "Tao Heart Demon-Genetic Method" because with Pang Ban's heart, he would never lose to anyone, no matter whether that person is still in the world. But Pang Ban must surpass the realm that person is in.

Speaking of this, Pang Ban sighed, "Now I have finally reached an unprecedented state in the Holy Sect. Even if it is Langfanyun, I can't be sure whether he can be my opponent. Fortunately, I am sure that that person has appeared and he will be the opponent I, Pang Ban, have been looking forward to for sixty years. Before that, the first thing I have to solve is Feng Xinglie. Ye Yu, let me tell you where he has been."

Fang Yeyu said in a deep voice: "Feng Xinglie arrived at Yuewang Temple, Li Ruohai appeared and took him away."

Pang Ban seemed to have expected it and said calmly: "It's great. I hope Li Ruohai has been practicing hard for forty years and must not disappoint me."

The moon on August 15th is finally here.

The waves and clouds sat alone in the stone pavilion, looking at the night moon of the Yangtze River above the river. More than ten pots of fine wine were placed on the table, waiting to drown their sorrows with wine.

At this time, Li Zhichang sat on the opposite side of Lang Fanyun, stopping Lang Fanyun from reaching out to grab the wine.

Lang Fanyun smiled bitterly and said, "For the past three years, every August fifteenth, Brother Li always seems to have come to grab my wine. This year, I think I have hidden enough, so I was still found by Brother Li."

Li Zhichang smiled and said, "There are only three people who are worthy of drinking with me in the world. The other two are not good people to drink. The only one who is wronged, Brother Lang, and I am not here to drink with you every day."

Lang Fanyun said, "You flatter me like this. It seems that I can't do it if I don't invite you to drink, but Brother Li still didn't answer me. How did I find it?"

Li Zhichang said calmly: "People like Brother Lang are like the full moon on the fifteenth day of August. I see thousands of miles in a clear way, so how can I find it?"

Lang Fanyun sighed and said, "Brother Li looks down on me so much. Until today, I still have no confidence in drawing a sword against Brother Li."

A pot of fine wine had been drunk by Li Zhichang, and the empty pot was thrown into the river by him, floating and sinking, unable to do so, and disappeared in an instant.

Li Zhichang said seriously: "Brother Lang really couldn't draw a sword against me three years ago. Brother Lang still couldn't draw a sword two years ago. But I knew that last year, Brother Lang had already grasped my sword, but Brother Lang resisted the fighting spirit in his heart. Until that moment, I knew that Brother Lang was indeed a truly amazing person."

When you reach the top master, who is not lonely? The Fuyu Sword ranks first in the blacklist. In the years when Pang Ban retired, no one has been able to defeat Lang Fanyun.

As a swordsman who pursues the ultimate swordsmanship, Li Zhichang can be said to be an opponent he cannot refuse, but Lang Fanyun resisted the idea of ​​drawing the sword. It’s not that he is not confident. Today, Lang Fanyun is more confident than anyone else, because he has been experiencing the world day and night for three years. He can truly see Li Zhichang’s current state at this moment, and can better understand that life is nothing more than the truth of this.

Not only did he understand this, but Li Zhichang also understood that Li Zhichang had been looking for him on full moon nights for three years, just because this day was the most powerful time for Langfanyun.

This is Ji Xixi's death, "Only by being extreme in love can one be extreme in swords." This is the time when the waves and clouds are strongest, and it is also the time when his swordsmanship is extreme. (To be continued)

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