Died of old age, and you tell me this is a life simulation?

Cheng Lingsu shook her head slightly: "Not really..."

Having said this, Fang Han sorted it out and thought to himself, "As expected."

Mu Wanqing probably mistakenly thought that I had taken off her veil, and that was why...

No wonder he never wore a veil when I saw him later.

I guess he thought his oath was broken, so he didn't need to wear it anymore?

Fang Han told Cheng Lingsu his guess, and Miss Cheng couldn't help but look a little strange.

After a long while, he sighed softly, "I previously thought she was in love with you because you saved her life, but I never knew it was because of this..."

Whoever lifts the veil and sees her face will marry her.

It seems like a story from a vernacular novel.

Fang Han hugged the beautiful woman in his arms tighter and said softly, "If it's a misunderstanding, just talk it out."

Miss Cheng sighed, "Even if it was a misunderstanding, it's not anymore now. After all, you saw her appearance, so you must have...

Anyway, I'll go ask her tomorrow."

No matter how much you say, it’s better to find the real person and ask him clearly.

She didn't mention it before because she wasn't sure, but now that she has verified it one by one, she can't just turn a blind eye.

As she was thinking, she suddenly stretched out her hand and pinched Fang Han's waist.

Fang Han nodded, but Miss Cheng ignored him and buried her beautiful face in his arms.

No matter how I coax him, he won't listen.

I'm jealous after all.

Another courtyard.

Gan Baobao was talking to Mu Wanqing.

Looking at the beautiful face that vaguely resembled his senior sister, Gan Baobao sighed inwardly.

What master and apprentice...

They are clearly mother and daughter.

I should have thought of it earlier.

In fact, she had some doubts before, but Mu Wanqing was always wearing a veil, so she was not sure.

Gan Baobao hesitated for a moment and asked, "It was difficult to ask you before, but now that it's just you and me, it's okay. Uncle Master, let me ask you, who took off your veil?"

Mu Wanqing's face suddenly flushed and she stammered in silence.

Gan Baobao's eyes flickered slightly, and he asked again, "Is it the Mr. Fang from today?"

Seeing Mu Wanqing nod hesitantly, he couldn't help but sigh.

"Then what are you going to do? He is a married man..."

Gan Baobao wanted to speak more sternly, but when the words came to the point, she couldn't help but think of what happened to her in the past. Wasn't she also with a married man... Her tone inevitably weakened.

But seeing Mu Wanqing's confused and helpless expression, he also had a headache.

He had no choice but to drop the question and ask, "Is your master still here? Oh, and did you kill that guy named Wang from Suzhou?"

He was trying to change the subject, but as he spoke later, Gan Baobao's tone became involuntarily hurried.

Mentioning this, Mu Wanqing frowned slightly, then gradually regained her cool demeanor. She said in a cold tone, "That evil woman surnamed Wang is quite powerful. Master and I went to assassinate her, but we failed."

After the matter was exposed, she had to separate from her master and agreed to return to Dali at a time to reunite. At this time, thanks to the help of that person, she got rid of the pursuit, but she didn't know how her master was doing now.

My master's martial arts skills are better than mine, so I guess she has gotten rid of it.

After a while, it would be the agreed time, and she would have to leave...

But it seems that my own affairs can never be accomplished.

Thinking of this, Mu Wanqing suddenly felt a little depressed.

After listening to her talk about Suzhou, Gan Baobao felt a little worried and unwilling.

I thought that the guy named Wang would be hard to get rid of.

Seeing Mu Wanqing lowering her head and keeping silent, he suddenly understood what she was thinking. However, he wanted to comfort her, but he didn't know where to start.

after all.......

She's in a mess even when she's dealing with it herself.

I could only say a few words: don't think too much and go to bed early.

After leaving Mu Wanqing's place, Gan Baobao did not go back to his room directly, but went to Zhong Ling's boudoir.

"Mom, why are you here~"

Gan Baobao smiled and said, "Mom, let me sleep here with you tonight."

By the way, there are some things she wants to find out.

Today, seeing her always talking about her big brother, I couldn't help but feel worried.

Zhong Ling didn't know what she was thinking, and said yes with a smile.

She loves sleeping with her mother.

It's comfortable to hold.

After blowing out the lights, Gan Baobao lay there pondering for a while before asking, "Ling'er, how did you get to know Mr. Fang? Tell me all about it."

Although I mentioned it before, it was just a brief statement and I don’t know the details.

She has to ask carefully.

Zhong Ling had no doubt about it and started chattering away.

But after he talked about rescuing Mu Wanqing at the foot of Wuliang Mountain, his voice gradually became lower and he fell asleep unknowingly.

Gan Baobao waited for a while and saw no movement except the sound of regular breathing. Then he realized that the girl had fallen asleep while talking, and he felt a little amused.

But these things alone were enough to terrify Gan Baobao to the extreme.

Zuo Zimu, the Wuliang Sword, was a rather famous figure in Dali, yet he died so easily at his hands, and no one in Wuliang dared to move.

This martial arts skill is really powerful!

He is so young, yet he has such great abilities!

Well, no wonder Ling'er likes it.

Even the Chun brother she met back then wasn't so majestic...

Baby Gan had difficulty falling asleep and tossed and turned.

The next day.

Fang Han sat upright, breathing slowly, concentrating on practicing his skills.

After one hour, the daily practice of Beiming Divine Art was completed.

In theory, with Fang Han's extremely powerful Beiming Qi now, it doesn't seem to matter whether he practices or not.

But Fang Han thought that the practice of internal strength was a matter of perseverance, and that with time and effort, there would be gains.

Because of the last life simulation, he was used to it and was content with it.

He pushed the door open, walked out, sat on a stone platform in the courtyard, and took out the secret book of One Finger Yang.

There were some force majeure events last night that made it difficult to disobey, but he must meditate and practice well today.

After opening the secret book and taking a closer look, Fang Han no longer delayed.

He began to practice the internal force and meridian circulation according to the diagrams written on it.

He channeled some of the Bei Ming Qi's internal energy out from his Dantian, and slowly pushed it forward along the meridians and acupoints involved in the One Yang Finger.

quite a while.

The internal force finally flowed along the veins in the arms and palms, condensing all the way to the fingertips.

灼！

It ripples slightly, as if about to appear or disappear.

On the fingertips, the power of Yang Finger has already emerged!

Fang Han understood it carefully and started again. He did this for a few rounds. As the One Yang Finger force continued to be activated and his internal force was continuously used, a faint white mist seemed to rise slightly from the top of Fang Han's head.

His unparalleled Beiming Qi seemed to have found a way to pour out.

Before you know it, it's been surging!

There are nine levels in the realm of One Yang Finger!

When Fang Han first started practicing, he should have reached the ninth level.

But it only lasted for a while and soon it improved rapidly!

Eighth grade!

Seventh grade!

......

The speed of the breakthrough is extremely fast!

If the Duan family of Dali knew about this, I'm afraid everyone would be shocked.

It was not until the fourth level of cultivation that the problem was slightly relieved.

But the strength between his fingers was already very strong!

Fang Han seemed to understand and pointed his finger forward.

灼！

collapse!

Three feet in front of him, a bluestone about two feet in size was instantly pierced with a hole the size of a finger, and then the force dissipated, the bluestone broke apart, and the broken stones flew everywhere.

Fang Han's heart skipped a beat and a strange light flashed in his eyes.

Although his expression remained calm, his heart was surging with emotions.

The power of this finger was beyond his imagination.

If it hits the flesh, wouldn't the flesh explode immediately?

Is One Finger Zen so powerful?!

But after careful consideration, I understood.

It’s not that the One Finger Zen is so powerful. Although this finger technique is exquisite, it can hardly be said to be so powerful.

It was actually his own skill, which was really too profound!

He had never been familiar with advanced martial arts, and even though he had unparalleled internal strength, he still found it difficult to display even a few of his abilities.

But now that he had cultivated the One Finger Zen, it was like having an outlet for his internal energy, and all his internal energy was like a flood pouring out!

When used, it is naturally powerful!

Even though he is only a fourth-grade One Finger Zen.

But when it comes to power, even the second-grade or first-grade ones are probably hard to compare!

Fang Han looked at the broken gravel on the ground, his eyes becoming brighter.

He knew that although this One Yang Finger had been refined to a high level and had an invisible finger force that could penetrate the body, it was still far inferior to the Six Meridians Divine Sword!

If he could cultivate the Six Meridians Divine Sword, with his internal strength, once he unleashed it...

What would the situation be like?

"Tsk, I feel like I want that Six Meridians Divine Sword more and more."

This mentality of having obtained Long and still wanting Shu made Fang Han feel a little moved and he pondered secretly.

After a while, there will be a big change in Tianlong Temple.