Girl, let me check it out.

"Brother Xiao, after you have interrogated Divine Doctor Song, please be sure to spare his life."

Fang Weihan looked at Xiao Ji and made a request.

"An old friend of mine was once cheated by the medicine he sold, and I think..."

In front of everyone, Fang Weihan did not finish his words, but instead winked at Xiao Ji.

Xiao Ji understood immediately and agreed readily.

"It's a small matter. I'll let you know when the trial is over."

"Thank you very much, Brother Xiao."

Fang Weihan clasped his fists and expressed his gratitude.

At this time Feng Xi and Tao Yunjiang also came back.

After everyone discussed it and said goodbye, Xiao Ji led the Xuanzhong Guards to escort Doctor Song and the Song Family Gang away. Feng Xi and Gao Jing also led the Jinwu Guards and left like a tide.

Before leaving, he did not forget to clean up the monster corpses on the ground.

Before leaving, Feng Xi gave Fang Weihan a meaningful look that made his scalp tingle.

So Fang Weihan pretended not to see it and looked straight ahead.

Feng Xi left somewhat disappointed.

Fang Weihan and Tao Yunjiang were the only ones left on the empty streets of the outer city.

The girl lowered her head and kicked the pebbles on the street, a blush still lingering on her pretty face.

"I wonder if Your Highness is married?"

Fang Weihan coughed lightly and imitated Feng Xi's tone.

Tao Yunjiang instantly got furious.

"You still said that!"

She jumped over, feeling embarrassed and angry, and slapped Fang Weihan's head fiercely with her scabbard, but the force was surprisingly light.

"Well...don't misunderstand me."

Tao Yunjiang blushed and forced an explanation, trying to make up for what Feng Xi had just said.

"Uncle Feng is just curious. There is absolutely no other intention behind this. Please don't overthink it!"

Seeing that Fang Weihan just smiled and did not respond to her words, the girl became ashamed and angry.

"Did you hear that?!"

She suddenly raised her voice, somewhat exasperated.

"I heard it."

Fang Weihan quickly raised his hands to beg for mercy, trying to calm the girl in front of him.

"Didn't you see that I changed the subject later?"

Fang Weihan explained to him somewhat innocently.

"I quite like the way General Feng speaks. He doesn't hide anything but speaks it out directly."

"If everyone in Changming City had the same personality as General Feng, I would probably live a much easier life."

Fang Weihan sighed.

"Yes, Uncle Feng was used to staying at the border, and after returning, he was not used to the official atmosphere of Changming..."

Tao Yunjiang also sighed.

But she soon realized it.

"What...what do you mean by hiding it? There is no hiding it! Uncle Feng was just asking randomly. Is he just curious?!"

"It has nothing to do with me!"

Tao Yunjiang stepped forward, stretched out her little hand and pinched Fang Weihan's nose, glaring at him in shame and anger.

"It's okay, it's okay, I know it's okay."

Because Fang Weihan's nose was pinched, his voice became a little strange and sounded very funny.

He quickly slapped the girl's hand away and took the opportunity to grab it.

The girl's hands were white and delicate, with distinct joints. Just like the finest mutton-fat jade, they were just the right warmth and softness that made it hard for people to let go.

"Then, Master, do you know whether I am engaged or not?"

Fang Weihan rested his head against her forehead and chuckled.

The girl's long eyelashes fluttered like a delicate little fan.

Her heart was beating fast and she didn't dare to look at Fang Weihan's slightly teasing eyes. Instead, she lowered her eyes and looked at her toes.

Fang Weihan also looked down along the direction she was looking and couldn't help but sigh for her.

So sad that I can actually see the toes.

The girl felt her cheeks burning, as if they were about to burn.

I can't stay with this stinky disciple anymore. If this continues, my brain will burn out soon.

She separated from Fang Weihan in a panic, and said incoherently:

"Tomorrow... I may have something to do tomorrow. If you want to find me, just go to my house and leave a message."

"Goodbye."

She turned around and ran away, and tripped over something on the roadside as she left.

Fang Weihan almost laughed out loud as he watched her leave in embarrassment.

So stupid.

He thought with amusement, but his eyes were surprisingly gentle.

Chapter 107 Have you learned it?

It was already early in the morning when Fang Weihan returned to the palace. As he climbed over the wall skillfully, he could even hear Mr. Zhao snoring.

He took a closer look in the dim light and found that Master Zhao was sleeping soundly on his recliner, with a few wine jars scattered around him.

Old man, I asked you to keep watch for me, and this is how you keep watch for me?

What if some bad guy comes and wants to molest me?

Fang Weihan became angrier and angrier as he thought about it, and decided to find a way to take revenge on this lazy old guy.

He noticed that there was an open jar of wine next to Mr. Zhao, which had not been finished.

So Fang Weihan lowered his footsteps and moved over quietly, grabbing the jar of wine in his hand.

Then he went to the kitchen and mixed half of the water into it and put two cloves of garlic in it.

Fang Weihan was so considerate that he used his blood and energy to pound the garlic into minced garlic.

Old Zhao should be grateful that I still had some kindness in my heart and didn't put some yellow turbid liquid in his body.

Fang Weihan thought with some complacency.

He quietly walked back to Mr. Zhao and put the jar of wine back to its place.

Everything is perfect.

Second Master, please don’t blame me.

Garlic helps kill bacteria. I am saving you the time of brushing your teeth in the morning. I have good intentions.

Fang Weihan yawned and went back to his room to sleep contentedly.

……

"Qian Yi, show me your self-created sword technique again."

The young man with snow-white hair and wearing a robe painted with mysterious symbols smiled at Fang Qianyi.

"Why? You want to learn my swordsmanship too?"

Fang Qianyi laughed twice, stretched, and jumped down from a huge rock nimbly. The iron plates of armor on his body rustled.

"A cultivator like you who comes from a noble sect would be interested in the swordsmanship created by a crude person like me?"

The young man who looked like a banished immortal also laughed when he heard this.

"That's not the case. Just practice it first."

He crushed the bizarre formation that appeared in front of him with one hand and smiled in a mysterious way.

"As for why, I'll tell you after you finish practicing."

"Remember, practice and explain at the same time, and be sure to explain in detail."

"Anyway, it's useful. Just listen to me."

Fang Qianyi stretched his muscles and smiled helplessly.

"We finally took down Wancheng. The soldiers are all resting, but you won't let me, the commander-in-chief of the three armies, rest."

"You're always like this, what's the matter? Are you thinking about women?"

"Well, whatever, I, Fang Qianyi, am not fussy about small matters and won't bother with you."

He raised his hand and waved, and a majestic sword with a dark black back and a bright golden edge flew into his hand.

The sword is named Xuan Yao. It fell from the sky and has been with him on the battlefield for several years.

"Okay."

Fang Qianyi got into a starting stance, holding the Xuan Yao Sword at his waist with both hands, a bloody glow rising from the sword tip, as if he was about to stab.

"My swordsmanship emphasizes charging forward without hesitation, which is similar to my way of leading troops."

"To put it simply, you just need to draw your sword, and let your instincts handle the rest."

"Don't think too much. This is the most important thing. Remember it."

He growled and began to demonstrate.

"I named this first move the Spike, which is used by cavalry when charging into battle."

He thrust forward and upward as if it were a piece of cake, and sword energy soared into the sky.

He swept the sword across, bringing up large pieces of blood and energy fragments like broken glass.

"This move is called Breaking the Sharpness."

"When faced with a sharp weapon, the first reaction should be to parry, but in a chaotic situation, parrying is too time-consuming."

"As the name suggests, the purpose of the Breaker is to directly cut off the opponent's weapon, or at least knock it flying."

He took a step forward as if strolling in the garden, and with his right hand holding the sword, he thrust it lightly backwards.

"It's used to break the formation."

"A few days ago, the Han army lined up beside the Changhe River, but I broke most of them with this sword."

"Oh, the Eight-Gate Golden Lock is nothing more than that."

While practicing his sword skills, Fang Qianyi even took the time to comment on the combat effectiveness and formations of the Eastern Han government army.

"The fourth move, beheading the general."

He held the sword in one hand, with his left hand held loosely in front of him. The long sword was across his shoulder, and he pulled it horizontally at a tricky angle. The sword's force was cold and murderous, like the chill of autumn.

"It is very difficult to take the head of an enemy general in a chaotic battle, so you can exchange injuries for injuries. This move completely abandons defense and uses one arm to lure the enemy. If necessary, you can cut off the arm to win."

Fang Qianyi sighed and boasted somewhat proudly.

"There is basically no one who can make me use the move of beheading a general."

"..., there are only two heroes in the world, you and I!"

The young man who was watching on the side smiled and shook his head, then consciously hid aside.

"Should I stay away from this move?"