The Great Aunt Su Mu Rong

  He wandered aimlessly and without purpose on the map, and the few invincible teammates he had finally gathered all abandoned him, leaving his heart desolate.

  As I walked and walked, I found myself at Swallow's Nest without realizing it.

  "This is fate." Fang Xian let out a long sigh and stepped into the Mu Rong family's residence.

  In the main hall, Murong Fu saw his old friend arrive and hastily ordered the maids to serve tea and pour water. His expression was slightly awkward. "Tian brother, how did you end up like this? Ah Zhu, Ah Bi! Bring me that good brocade robe from my room for Tian brother to wear!"

  "Ah...... sorry." Fang Xian took a sip of tea and calmed down slightly, "I lost Yu Yan."

  Murong Fu's expression only tightened for a moment before he smiled wistfully and said, "She's just a woman, Tian brother, there's no need to be like this."

  Fang Xian naturally noticed his entangled expression and asked in puzzlement: "Mu Rong, don't you feel heartache for him?"

  "It doesn't hurt." Murong Fu took a big sip of tea, "I, Murong, have only one heart to restore the Great Yan, and personal feelings can be cast aside!"

  "Are you really not interested in women?" Fang Xian asked again.

  "I'd rather die than be with a woman for the rest of my life if I can restore the Great Yan!"

  At this time, Ah Zhu and Ah Bi brought over a set of bright satin clothes. The two maidservants helped Fang Xian take off his yellow robe with great familiarity and put on a white dress as elegant as that of Ximen Qing.

  Fang Xian pondered for a moment, then muttered: "Mu Rong brother, have you heard that the Lin family has a sword manual?"

  Murong Fu was taken aback for a moment, then shouted: "A Zhu A Bi, you two go down first, I'll have a private chat with Brother Tian."

  "Yes."

  Fang Xian only then noticed these two girls, who seemed to be Shui Yue Tian Lan: "You've worked hard."

  "Zhang Gongzi... oh no, Tian Daxia, don't be tired..."

  Fang Xian and Murong Fu sat at both ends of the tea table.

  "Fang Xian opened the door and saw the mountain: 'I know where the Evil-Expelling Sword Manual is, but you know my old friend Tian's temperament. I'm attached to the mortal world and can't bear to cultivate it myself, fearing that someone else will get there first.'"

  Murong Fu said, "Brother Tian, if I, Murong Fu, were to obtain that sword manual, my clan, the Su Murong, would forever be on good terms with you, Tian Boguang. When I reclaim the Great Yan, I will make you our national teacher. You will be second only to me and above all others!"

  "Do you know the cultivation conditions of the Demon-Slaying Sword Spectrum?" Fang Xian asked again.

  "I've said it before, as long as we can restore our nation, personal relationships between men and women can be cast aside."

  "Words can hurt."

  "I've already hurt her."

  "This is all because of you guys."

  Ten thousand miles, two people become a pair. This time, the companion is Murong Fu, which makes Fang Xian feel more at ease in his heart. Interests are an eternal theme, and as long as interests coincide between him and Murong Fu, the two will be the most solid allies.

  There is no place called Yangyang Ancestral Hall on the map, presumably this ancestral hall is in the expanded map of Fugui Pawnshop. The two men didn't dare to delay, and their conversation turned to Fugui Pawnshop.

  Out of the other gate of the pawnshop, it was Fuzhou City where they had galloped before. At this time, the sky had already entered the night, and there were not many people on the street. After inquiring left and right, they turned around and soon found Lin's ancestral home.

  The old house is a large courtyard. Covered in dust, it's clear that no one has been here for a long time.

  Murong Fu looked around and asked: "Where?"

  Fang Xian's expression turned cold: "Search!"

  Murong Fu furrowed his brow: "Wait... someone..."

  "Are all your family members having divine intuition?"

  "It's not intuition, I'm familiar with the hundred schools of martial arts, this is just recognizing the sound and identifying the position."

  The two of them didn't say much and jumped onto the rooftop to hide.

  The Lin family's ancestral mansion gate opened with a creak. It seemed that this time, the visitor didn't barge in, but rather used a key to open it calmly and openly.

  Two figures entered. Fang Xian knew them both.

  "So fast... The timeline of this world is so confusing..." Fang Xian let out a surprised sigh, "Strange. How did it end up being him?!"

  Murong Fu asked in a low voice: "Brother Tian, do you know them?"

  "Recognized... The young man at the front is Lin Pingzhi... The middle-aged man behind him... Is actually Luo De Nuo... Why isn't it Yue Buqun?"

  The conversation in the courtyard explained Fang Xian's doubts.

  Lin Ping felt a sense of gratitude: "Thanks to Labor Brother piecing those paper scraps together, I was able to learn that the sword manual was hidden in our ancestral home."

  "Not at all, we're fellow disciples of the same master, it's what we should do." Laodeno smiled awkwardly.

  "Don't worry, Elder Brother. The life-saving favor from before will be counted together with this one. My gratitude to you is as heavy as a mountain. If I get the sword manual, you'll have a share too."

  "Good brother, don't mock my painstaking efforts." Laodan still smiled, "Your words have hit the nail on the head, brother. I've been in Mount Hua for so many years, but due to insufficient talent, I've always been suppressed by Linghu Chong. At this age, if I want to make a name for myself, I can only rely on unexpected opportunities."

  "Rest assured, senior brother." Lin Pingzhi sneered, "The sect leader also seems to value our family's sword manual, but if he comes, I'm afraid we'll both be out of luck. Moreover, he has let my enemies Yu Canghai and Tian Boguang go multiple times, obviously trying to use my desire for revenge to lure out the sword manual. I won't give him the chance. After you and I obtain the sword manual, quickly hand copy a set, I'll take my revenge, and you can mix with Huashan!"

  "Excellent, excellent." Lauderno rubbed his hands together with a smile.

  "Damn it." Fang Xian clenched his fists, "I didn't expect that there was still a Laudano hidden in the middle."

  Lao Lin and his companion exchanged a few more words before entering the main hall where their ancestors' memorial tablets were kept, probably where the sword manual was hidden.

  Fang Xianchong gave a subtle glance: "Come in?"

  "Wait a bit longer... there's someone else." Murong Fu gazed sideways at the blurry rooftop across from them, "Speak softly, the person opposite us is an expert... wait, it's not just one person... this breathing sound... seems to be..."

  "Who is it?"

  "Yu Yan."

  "... Fang Xian could only sigh in admiration at Murong Fu's hearing."

  So everyone held their breath again, using stillness to counter movement.

  After Han Zhongxiang's efforts, Lin Pingzhi's shout came from inside the room: "Found it!"

  Then, there was another burst of chaotic ringing, and Lin Pingzi covered his abdomen and rushed out.

  "You... why is this?!" Lin Pingzi fell to the ground again.

  Lauden held a book in his hand and swung his long sword with a sly smile: "Foolish kid. Hand-copying a book? Are you dreaming?"

  Lin Pingzi glared at him: "Lao De Nuo?! Why are you so ruthless? I'll avenge my own grievances, and you can handle your Huashan affairs. Why did you have to resort to such a deadly move?"

  Lao Duo Nu raised his sword, step by step, forcing him up: "Hua Shan? Lao certain has never thought of mixing with Hua Shan! Hehehe! The Five Mountains Sword Sect must be my Songshan summit! Left Palm Gate unifies the rivers and lakes!"

  "What? You are!"

  "Foolish kid, you're about to die and I'll make you understand. " Laodeno grasped the sword manual and laughed heartily, "My martial arts skills have long surpassed Linghu Chong's by who knows how much, it's just that the Left Palm Gate had an order for me to lie low, so I pretended to be a middle-aged good man."

  "Lauduo, I, Lin Mou, had no intention of getting involved in the martial arts dispute, I just wanted to avenge myself, why did you harm me too?!"

  "So you're stupid." Lord No shook his head and sneered, "If a copy of the sword manual were to fall into your hands, with your intelligence and martial arts skills, it would be taken away by Yue Buqun or Tian Boguang sooner or later. One less person mastering this skill is one less."

  "... Lin Ping's heart was as dead as ashes, "One less is one... one less is one..."

  "What's it? Any last words before you die?" Lauderno pressed his sword against Lin Ping's neck.