The moon sets in the sky.

Fang Ming had already left in the middle of the night.

The dangerous and complex terrain around the Yangtze River naturally could not defeat him. With his ability, even if he walked straight to Shu for ten days and ten nights, there was no problem.

But Fang Ming still lamented because his luck seemed a bit bad.

"After walking for most of the day, no ship passed by. Is my luck so bad?"

Fang Ming has always been a lazy person.

Apart from practicing qigong, if he can ride a bicycle and a horse, he will definitely not be able to walk.

At this moment, I raised my eyes and looked at me, and suddenly my expression moved.

Because he saw a civilian ship coming slowly from behind, he was also entering Shu.

"Hey!!! Boatman!!! Wait... I want to take a boat, add three times the ship's fee!"

Fang Ming was walking on the waves. Although he was still asking for a carry, he stood on the deck honestly and unceremoniously.

"This... young master!"

The boss of the boat stepped forward with a hesitation look on his face, and obviously felt that Fang Ming was not easy to mess with.

After all, the light skills just now are obviously the top master in the world.

"Well! Prepare a room for me, and there are clean hot water and dishes... Don't worry, money is indispensable to you..."

Fang Ming threw all his wallets casually, and the gold inside almost shone through the boss's eyes.

"But... this... my ship has been packaged..."

The boss of the ship was struggling on his face, which surprised Fang Ming.

"So please come up!"

The next moment, a sweet voice without any impurities rang out, shocking Fang Ming.

Immediately, he saw a pretty beautiful lady dressed in an essayist. Her beauty was so beautiful that even though he could not forget her, her heart was waving in an instant.

She is so young.

A long light green robe blew in the wind, she was endlessly relaxed and elegant, calm and composed. The elegant ancient sword hanging on her back added her three points of heroic spirit, and seemed to remind others that she had unparalleled sword skills in the world.

From Fang Ming's perspective, half of the bright moon is embedded in the night sky facing her face, bathing her in the gentle moonlight. It emphasizes her beautiful outline that is born with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and is as bright as a river.

No matter where she is, her "coming" will transform everything into a glorious place for the spiritual rain in the empty mountain, as if it is real or illusory, and extremely moving.

But her "beauty" is by no means "beauty", but a natural and unparalleled natural beauty as "a lotus comes out of clear water, and is naturally decorated without any decoration".

It's like a fairy in the Moon Palace in the sky suddenly descending to the mortal world.

But although she appeared in the mortal world, she seemed to have never been in this worldly place that was not worthy of her identity.

Her beautiful eyes are as clear as the sun rising in the morning glow, and can always maintain some mysterious and unfathomable peace.

This kind of beauty that makes people breathe is not something that ordinary people in the world can capture and master.

"There is a bright moon at the bottom of the water, the bright moon floats on the water, the water flows but the moon does not go away, the moon goes away and the water flows... Is this girl a person from Cihang Jingzhai?"

Fang Ming asked with a smile in his eyes.

The stunning beauty did not answer. Qian Ruochenxing's eyes looked at Fang Ming, a faint smile appeared on the corner of Danhong's lips, and she opened her mouth slightly and said softly: "These poems by the young master are quite Zen, thought-provoking, and endless aftertaste, which makes Qinghui like them very much!"

As soon as she opened her mouth, the whole world seemed to be surrounded by layers of rich and fragrant fairy aura because of her appearance, which made people unable to get out, and even more unwilling to leave.

Under her calm and cold appearance, her eyes revealed a feeling that was as if blooming in the dark as flowers, and she was expressing her passion for life and a pursuit beyond the world.

Fang Ming looked at the beautiful woman who was as bright as a ray of sunshine that broke through the valley and shone on the earth, and suddenly asked, "Qinghui? Is that girl surnamed Fan? I have seen Miss Fan in the low Song Que!"

A hint of surprise appeared on Fan Qinghui's beautiful face: "It was Qing Huishang's first time walking in the world. I wonder where Mr. Song learned about it?"

"I have a lot of connection with the world in my hometown, so I naturally know that the descendant of Cihang Jingzhai of this generation has been born!"

There was a subtle curve in the corner of Fang Ming's mouth: "And the surname Fan is really interesting, and it's impossible not to remember it!"

"Even if you meet each other, you will be destined to be. Mr. Song also wants to go to Shu? Qinghui is willing to be an easter, but I wonder if Mr. Song is willing to appreciate his face?"

Fan Qinghui showed an extremely beautiful smile, which made the boss of the ship and others almost stunned.

"The beauty has an appointment, how dare Song Que refuse to obey?"

Fang Ming laughed, soared up, and gently landed beside Fan Qinghui: "Qinghui called Song Que directly from a certain family!"

"You guy!"

Fan Qinghui's face seemed to be full of anger, and she said slightly, "Do they know you very well? Why do they have to call each other a name as soon as they meet?"

"Mr. Song is born with a natural familiarity. If Qinghui doesn't want to, she can just laugh it off!"

Fang Minghu's eyes seemed to emit light.

Fan Qinghui's delicate body shook, and his eyes suddenly became complicated and unspeakable: "Why do I always feel that you seem to be trying to anger Qinghui as soon as you meet?"

Fang Ming smiled slightly: "Would Fairy Qinghui listen to the truth or lies?"

"So what about the truth? So what about the lies?"

"Actually, it's just one sentence. That's what Mr. Song saw the fairy's peerless posture, and he couldn't help but want to see the fairy's angry and angry posture!"

Fang Ming stretched his waist, and under the night wind, he looked even more lazy and leisurely, leisurely: "And... I've been walking for a long time today and I'm already very tired. If Qinghui wants to treat me to a meal, it's best to change it tomorrow, because I really want to sleep now!"

After he finished speaking, he actually waved his hand to himself, walked into the cabin with a long sword on his back, leaving Fan Qinghui with a slightly complicated expression.

Since ancient times, the road to Bashu has been known for its difficulty in traveling, because it is surrounded by mountains, with mountains and mountains, high and deep valleys. The rivers are like belts, and the rivers flow together, which are both majestic and dangerous.

On the way to enter Sichuan, the land must pass through the Panshan Plank Road on Dalou Mountain and Daba Mountain, and the water will be naturally dangerous. Therefore, no matter how chaotic the place outside Sichuan is, as long as it can be called king by Sichuan, with the dense rivers in its territory and the self-flowing irrigation system of Dujiangyan, and the developed agriculture will be temporarily safe, which will be known as the "country of the Heavenly Palace".

Although Shu County is mainly Han people, it has more than 40 other ethnic minorities such as Qiang, Yi, and is full of local customs.

Fang Ming chose the Three Gorges Water Road when he entered Sichuan this time.

Unfortunately, when I walked, the real spirit awakened. When I was careless, the boat was destroyed and the people were not killed. I walked for a long time in vain.

But he was lucky and met Fan Qinghui, who was willing to let him eat and live for free.

He said that on the second day, he really slept for one night and waited until the next day to see Fan Qinghui.

Fan Qinghui invited him to have a meal, but although this woman had not become a monk, she was also a pure practitioner, so of course she only had vain on the face.

Fang Ming frowned slightly, then sat down with a golden knife, and a vegetarian bun was stuffed into his mouth.

But although he ate very fast, almost swept the wind and the clouds, his eating behavior was not ugly at all, and he didn't even feel anything beyond etiquette.

"Qinghui, you should really prepare some wine and meat. Mr. Song is so good-for-nothing!"

Fang Ming looked at Fan Qinghui who frowned after taking two bites and said nothing, and couldn't help but smile.

At this time, the distance was closer, and he could feel the beauty of the other person. It was not like coming from the world, but also with the illusory taste of the great way, giving him an unparalleled attraction.

"What Cihang Jingzhai pursues is to transcend the essence of ordinary life. The higher the skill, the more obvious the appearance of this "immortalization" will be. The more spiritual masters are, the more likely they are to be attracted by this "Rhyme of Tao"... because this was their lifelong pursuit...'

Fang Ming looked at Fan Qinghui with this expression, and a thoughtful look flashed in his eyes.

His views on beauties have always been about being well-organized and having good looks. Among ordinary people, women who are not inferior to Fan Qinghui can also be found.

But the female figure has reached its peak, and it can be up to 90 points. The rest depends on temperament and identity.

On this, except for the Yinkui Sect's slightest fight back, who else can compare to the fairy of Cihang Jingzhai?

Capturing the hearts of such fairies must be the target of all pretentious people in the world.

‘Mental attraction is only one aspect, and on the other hand, it is pure physical attraction, a problem of martial arts level!’

Fang Ming sighed in his heart.

Looking at the world of high martial arts like the Tang Dynasty, the more you practice it to the end, the more you become, the more you become, the more you are, the more you are.

The martial arts have reached the top of the top masters, and even the level of Ning Daoqi and Bi Xuan, the essence of life has changed.

How can people who can eat without drinking or eating for several days, eat wind and dew, and fast, still look down on ordinary women?

Therefore, the market for female experts has been popular all the way, with Yinkui Sect and Cihang Jingzhai as the top.

"Do whatever you want without breaking the rules!"

Fan Qinghui waited until Fang Ming finished eating with great care, and said, "Just just looking at Song Que's movements, Qinghui knew that your sword skills had reached a state of superb level."

"Mr. Song has not encountered a single enemy in his swordsmanship!"

Fang Ming took off the sword with a strange shape on his back and a thick back and sheathed, and said confidently: "After a few years later, when people in the martial arts world mentioned swordsmen, they would definitely be able to admit that Song was the number one swordsman in the world!"

"Puchi!"

Fan Qinghui suddenly smiled: "Although you... are full of confidence and say a lot of words, why do I still believe it?"

After a pause, she said again: "Song Que, do you know that the best skilled sword in the world at this time is Yue Shan, the 'Badao'. This person is a famous master in the evil path. The Badao sword technique is fierce and ruthless, and almost no one can walk fifty moves from him!"

"Of course I know! He is Mr. Song's next challenge target! If you want to become famous in the world, it is too troublesome to beat them one by one. It's better to challenge the strongest one directly!"

Fang Ming stroked the scabbard with his hand, and the precious sword suddenly made a clear sound. Although the sword energy was suspended but not released, it was enough to make the beauty look change! (To be continued., Your support is my greatest motivation.)
Chapter completed!