girl let me check

Chapter 387 He is my brother

As the New Year approaches, with Miss Xie's suggestion and the approval of Miss Ningbai, the general manager of the palace, most of the palace's servants are given a sum of money to go home for the New Year, leaving only a few necessary maids and servants in the palace.

Fang Weihan originally thought the palace was deserted, but after the return of several girls, he now changed his mind.

The backyard has lush shrubs and holly flowers that never fade in winter. Half of the water in the pond was frozen, but a few old crabapple branches remained. Occasionally, birds returning to their nests stopped and chirped on the eaves.

Xie Lingwan and Xiao Jin were holding Wen Zhexue aside to talk, while in the open square in the middle of the courtyard, Tao Yunjiang and Fang Weihan were practicing their swords for the first time in a long time.

Qi Cang is slender and light, and the light of the sword is like water and swaying like clouds. Lumen was calm and upright, making the sword wind sound like broken metal. The rose-red and dark-gold sharp tools drew curves that were either curved or straight, colliding and clashing, scattering the remaining snow in a courtyard.

Fang Weihan raised his sword, took a step with his left foot, and blocked Qi Cang, who was only three inches away from his eyes, in a very strange posture.

"This swordsmanship of yours..." Tao Yun and Jiang Hao shook their wrists and gently removed the sword from its edge.

She sheathed her sword, and the tip of her tall ponytail drew a bright arc in mid-air.

"How is it? Does it look familiar?" Fang Weihan asked with a smile.

"I feel like I've seen it in my dream." Tao Yunjiang nodded, his eyes slightly lost in thought, as if he was thinking about the meaning of the sword just now.

Once he enters this state of enlightenment, the little master will be particularly serious.

This is the "no distraction" aspect of martial arts training, and it is an opportunity that many people encounter but never seek. But for Tao Yunjiang, it is as simple as eating and drinking.

Fang Weihan thought of Tao Yan's evaluation of her: My granddaughter, she was born to reach the top of Mingwu.

Now it seems that what Tao Shizhong said was not wrong.

"This is Gu Jian." Fang Weihan looked at Tao Yunjiang frowning and thinking, and couldn't bear her working so hard, so he simply announced the correct answer.

"Gu Jian?" Tao Yunjiang was slightly startled, and then he couldn't help but question, "Didn't Gu Jian disappear long ago and be lost? My dear disciple, where did you get Gu Jian's mental skills?"

"Or...are you just looking for fun with me?" The girl gritted her teeth and raised her slender legs under her skirt slightly, as if she was planning to kick him.

Fang Weihan was shocked: "Why did you say this, young master? When did I lie to you?"

"Hmph, you've lied to me too many times..."

Tao Yunjiang snorted lightly and put his hands away with a little complacency.

"Obviously, master, I have a sharp eye and I can see through this little trick at a glance."

"But this time it's true."

"What a ghost, have you ever seen my sword master ancestor?" Tao Yunjiang pressed his sheath against his chest and waved his small fist.

Fang Weihan raised his hands in cooperation and said, "If I say I have seen it, would you believe it?"

"Believe it." The girl put back her scabbard and jumped around to his shoulder.

"You have done all the things I said I didn't believe before, haven't you?" Tao Yunjiang tilted her head cutely, her silky hair hanging down on her shoulders, and her exquisite body under the pink skirt.

Except for some flaws in some places, she is perfect and has almost no flaws.

Even so, Fang Weihan still felt that she believed it because of his own face.

"I have really met your ancestors." Fang Weihan emphasized again.

"Uh-huh."

"I'm not kidding."

"I knew."

Tao Yunjiang agreed casually, then narrowed his eyes and looked at Fang Weihan with suspicion.

"Why do you keep stressing this matter? Could it be..."

Her face was filled with a layer of alluring and reverie red, and the cold winter sun reflected in her pupils, dispersing the amber mist in her eyes.

Tao Yunjiang stood on tiptoes and brought his face close. The hot breath between his lips and teeth hit Fang Weihan's neck, making it moist, hot and itchy.

"You want to be my... ancestor?"

Fang Weihan's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and he swallowed subconsciously.

"Is it okay?" Fang Weihan asked cautiously.

"Of course not, what are you thinking about?" Tao Yunjiang raised his fist and knocked on his chest.

The girl looked around guiltily and breathed a sigh of relief when she found that the three people in the distance did not notice the movement here.

"What happened last time...last time will never happen again." The girl blushed and whispered hesitantly.

"Which time?" Fang Weihan asked knowingly.

"It was that time." Tao Yunjiang bit his lip and lowered his head.

"Little Master, if you don't tell me clearly which time it is, it will be very difficult for me." Fang Weihan sighed.

Tao Yunjiang was made anxious by him, and his voice was slightly louder: "That's when I called you daddy!"

As soon as the words fell, the three people who were chatting happily over there all turned their attention here.

Tao Yunjiang's delicate body stiffened slightly, and a layer of mist formed in her eyes. She quietly moved a few steps and hid behind Fang Weihan, like a poor little rabbit who was afraid of the light.

She tugged on Fang Weihan's fingertips and motioned for him to help her solve it.

Fang Weihan nodded politely to the three girls over there, looked at them and looked away as if nothing had happened, chatting happily as before.

So they can hear everything, right?

"Do you still want to learn?" Fang Weihan glanced at her.

"Learn, why don't you learn!" Tao Yunjiang took two steps back and took the Qicang Sword out of its sheath. The brightly patterned blade shone in the sun.

She has experienced social and political death, and now she refuses to learn, wouldn’t she be losing money to Dafa?
"I have to be serious." Tao Yunjiang took a deep breath and raised his breath to about four turns.

Pray that the sky will break through the flowing wind, and the blood will turn into petals. Petals covered the ceiling and fell on top of each other, instantly creating a sea of ​​flowers composed of sword energy in the courtyard.

[Xuanming Sunset Technique is activated. 】

[Martial skills detected:? ? ? 】

[The current martial arts has failed to see through. 】

Fang Weihan: "..."

No, what are these three question marks?
"Hahu..." Yun Shu yawned and appeared next to him.

"Xuanming Sunset Technique is not omnipotent. It can only record some relatively...well...common martial arts, such as Tao Yunjiang's obviously self-created moves, which are obviously not within the scope of recording."

Fang Weihan stared at the sea of ​​flowers in front of him, not knowing where to start.

He could feel that the power of this sword was grand and light, elegant but heavy, similar to Huiyan Broken Mountain.

"This sword is called Fei Hua Huai Blade. It was made after I saw the autumn wind blowing down the sweet-scented osmanthus not long ago." Tao Yunjiang said.

Qi Cang returned to the sheath and reached the point where the sword was an inch away, as if it had never been drawn out.

"Good disciple, can you pick me up?"

She smiled slightly and put the sword blade back into its sheath with strength on her wrist.

"clang!"

In an instant, the wildly dancing petals surrounding the body seemed to have heard the supreme command, rushing down with the roaring north wind, like a funeral of ten-mile sweet-scented osmanthus.

The sword energy whirred, the petals were awe-inspiring, Fang Weihan remained calm in the face of danger, Gu Jian's determination was deep in his soul, and he remained unchanged to cope with all changes. He had never seen this sword, but his intuition already told him how to crack it.

The lumens fell in all directions, the sword energy cut dozens of afterimages, the dark golden cage imprisoned the flying flowers, and the heat of the collision of blood and energy burned. It came as a rain of flowers, and when it left it fell into dust, but turned into a huge fire. "You actually caught it?" The girl was a little reluctant.

This was a sword move that she had spent a lot of time figuring out, so how could he resolve it so lightly?
Could it be that...he was really using Gu Jian?

"Fei Hua Huai Ren..." Yun Shu nodded appreciatively, "This move is powerful. It is more mature and profound than Hui Yan Duan Shan."

"In my opinion, Tao Yun and Jiang's understanding of martial arts is enough to reach the eighth rank of Mingwu. What is missing is just a little accumulation of time and destiny."

Fang Weihan complained endlessly.

Although Gu Jian was able to take the sword, in the same realm, he had to pay the price of minor injuries.

Each of those petals contains a cold storm of sword intent. If they accidentally get close, Fang Weihan's protective blood armor will be torn into pieces in an instant.

Tao Yunjiang was indeed using rank four cultivation. As for him... let's not mention it.

"Good disciple, are you really using Gu Jian?" Tao Yunjiang blinked and asked curiously.

"Really, you see, I can even block this move." Fang Weihan silently lowered his cultivation level from level five to level four.

"Teach me, teach me, teach me, I want to learn!" Tao Yunjiang said excitedly.

Gu Jian was beaten unilaterally, so Fang Weihan had to temporarily act as Tao Yunjiang's wooden mannequin.

"You learn faster." Fang Weihan said.

"Oh, don't worry, who am I!" Tao Yunjiang waved his hand nonchalantly, "Come on, let me chop you again!"

"Young master, you are so cruel..."

The two people in the yard were having a heated fight, and at the table next to the waterside pavilion, Xie Lingwan and Wen Zhexue were sitting opposite each other, while Xiao Jin was sitting between them, holding Xue's cheek in boredom.

"What do Wen Yuchen think of the current court?" Xie Lingwan asked.

"Tianshan is a refuge from the world, and we don't talk about the world." Wen Zhexue replied softly, "I'm sorry that I can't answer Miss Xie's question."

If you can't answer, just stay neutral... Xie Lingyuan still had a sweet smile on her face, but countless thoughts were racing through her heart.

"So... what do Wen Yuchen think of my husband?"

The fingers in Wen Zhexue's sleeves froze slightly.

The girl in front of Xie Lingwan was wearing a long skirt with wide sleeves and flowing clouds. Her ink-like hair was simply pulled into a bun, hanging down from the back of her head to the sides of her ears, like a butterfly made of ink about to fly.

She looked closely and felt that Wen Zhexue's face, which was always as cold and elegant as a snow lotus, seemed to have some more obvious mood swings.

Before Xie Lingwan could analyze the source of this emotional fluctuation, Xiao Jin suddenly interrupted:
"You are asking me this question. What else can you ask Sister Wen to say? Can you say 'your husband is awesome'?"

Xie Lingwan: "..."

Xiao Jin was extremely noisy today, almost like a lingering fly. She would make a sarcastic comment when she said something.

Xie Lingwan looked at Xiao Jin expressionlessly.

She felt that the little trick she played in Jingzhou last time should be used again.

The corners of Wen Zhexue's mouth curled up and he smiled lightly.

"Huh?" Xie Lingwan was puzzled.

What is she laughing at?
"Wow, Sister Wen looks so beautiful when she smiles!" Xiao Jin seemed to have discovered some treasure, with little stars almost lighting up in his eyes.

"Xiaohan hasn't told you yet?" Wen Zhexue's tone was no longer cold and elegant, but replaced by a voice that was both close and gentle, like an eldest sister's instructions.

"Xiaohan?" Xiao Jin and Xie Lingwan looked at each other, each reading a hint of something else in the other's eyes.

"He's my long-lost brother."

Wen Zhexue cast her gaze at Fang Weihan, who was not far away, and anyone could see the emotion in her starry eyes.

"What?" Xiao Jin stopped laughing.

"Sister Wen, are you also from the Fang family? Or... Brother Fang, is she not from the Fang royal family?"

Xie Lingwan frowned and stared at Wen Zhexue unblinkingly.

"Wen Yuchen, please explain. What do you mean by the discussion about siblings just now?"

"I only learned about this news not long ago, but Xiaohan doesn't know about it yet." Wen Zhexue said, "If you want to know, you must first promise me not to disclose this to him."

"If this matter is not discovered due to his own reasons and is informed by outside forces, both he and I will suffer the backlash of cause and effect, and the consequences will be extremely serious."

Xie Lingwan thought for a moment, then light flashed in her hand, and there were three pairs of gold and iron neatly stacked on the corner of the table in front of her.

"The law of gold and stone cannot be deceived. Sign it." Xie Lingwan said.

The three of them picked up the gold and iron ingots and made an iron oath.

Xie Lingwan raised her hand to set up a soundproof barrier, glanced at Tao Yunjiang who was addicted to sword practice and said:
"Wen Yuchen, please speak."

"Ah."

Wen Zhexue began to talk about her and Fang Weihan's past, but Xie Lingwan frowned as soon as she heard the first sentence.

"Wait, you mean... the fifth year of Xianming?"

Xie Lingwan and Fang Weihan are the same age, a few months older than him. They were both born in the 15th year of Ruiping.

Xiao Jin is one and a half years younger than the two of them, and was born in Ruiping's 16th year.

In other words, she and Fang Weihan should have been ten years old when Xianming was five years old. The private school opened by Shi Dangliu was in the seventh year of Xianming, when she was twelve years old.

In the fifth year of Xianming, she and Fang Weihan did not know each other.

"It was the fifth year of Xianming." Wen Zhexue expected her to have this reaction.

"Why have I never heard him talk about this?" Xie Lingwan asked.

"Xiao Han's memory... has been tampered with, mine has been tampered with, and so has yours." Wen Zhexue lowered her eyelashes, looking slightly sad.

Wen Zhexue continued to tell.

"Xiaohan at that time was completely different from his future temperament. He was humble and gentle, strong and sensible. Everyone on Tianshan Mountain liked him very much."

"Until later..."

Wen Zhexue skipped the part about getting along with Fang Weihan, but focused on describing his shining points.

Listening to her narration, Xiao Jin and Xie Lingyuan felt turbulent in their hearts.

"Linyuan Pavilion... took away two-thirds of Brother Fang's soul?" Xiao Jin's voice was trembling.

"Yes." Wen Zhexue nodded sadly.

"The lack of earth soul will cause a series of consequences. This may be the reason why his temperament is very different recently from before." Wen Zhexue said softly.

"Xiao Han's Earth Soul... has most likely returned."

Xie Lingyuan's eyes stopped on the figure in the distance that haunted her, and her heart felt infinitely sour.

It turns out... before those seven years, my husband had already suffered so much.

"Where is my husband's heavenly soul?" Xie Lingwan asked.

The sea of ​​consciousness in my mind is hot, cold and hot at the same time.

"I don't know." Wen Zhexue said.

(End of this chapter)