Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger Chapter 56: ? You are that Fang Lang

Great Tang Dynasty.

Imperial Capital, Chang'an.

Tonight, there was a continuous autumn rain in Chang'an City.

The pattering makes this old city with a long history soaked in the thick but not scattered poetic smoke and rain.

Accompanied by the thousand-year-old ancient temple bell outside Chang'an City, it looks like a pair of ink paintings deeply embedded in rice paper.

The night is getting darker.

The autumn rain is silent.

A flying sword wrapped letters and books, tore through the lonely night sky, tore apart the continuous autumn rain and rain curtain, and penetrated into the misty and rainy Chang'an.

Jiang Mansion.

Deep in the courtyard.

Zhao Wou-ki's eyes were like two **** of fire in the dark night. He stretched out his hand, grabbed it suddenly, and pulled the flying sword that fell from the sky.

"Miss, it's news from Luojiang City."

"It should be related to Fang Lang."

Zhao Wuji glanced at Feijian's letter, turned around, bowed and said to the houses in the courtyard.

Inside the tightly closed courtyard wall, the vermilion carved wooden windows that had been silent for a long time opened one after another, and dense sandalwood wafted out from the house.

"Oh? Luojiang Academy has just finished its last college entrance examination, and it seems that the results of the screening of the 'Yun Ling Pagoda' are over."

There is a lazy voice like a silver bell coming from the house.

Dressed in neon clothes, Jiang Linglong stepped out of the house with bare feet as white as snow, stepping on the blanket laid on the ground, looking at the misty rain in the city, her eyes shining like stars.

She no longer wore a veil, and her exquisite and beautiful face was exposed in the air, as if it made autumn night fall in love with it.

Zhao Wuji handed the letter to Jiang Linglong.

Jiang Linglong took it, unfolded the letter, and smiled while reading it, with pear dimples blooming at the corners of her mouth, like a tree of pear blossoms that amazed the spring rain.

"I will be at the top of the mountain, and I will see all the small mountains..."

Jiang Linglong's silver bell-like voice recited softly, and her voice echoed in the silent courtyard.

After a long time, she put away the letter, gently pulled a strand of blue hair hanging from her fair forehead, and smiled lightly.

"Little prodigal son, you seem to be serious."

"He has drawn his sword."

The girl was wearing a white cloak, standing in the sandalwood room, looking up with a smile on her face.

Suddenly, I saw the young man walking in the haze from outside the city, drawing his sword and pointing at the misty and rainy city in Chang'an.

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Beside the flaming stove, there are sparks jumping out unwilling to be lonely, and the boiling kettle filled with water racks in the distance is spraying water vapor from the air holes, making piercing screams.

Fang Lang no longer retreated, but was just a little vigilant.

It's just buying a sword, do you want to make the atmosphere so dignified?

The boy who forged iron no longer forged iron, but glanced at Fang Lang. His bronzed skin was covered with fine beads of sweat. He put down his hammer, walked to the boiling kettle, poured hot water into Porcelain cup for tea.

Afterwards, the boy held the porcelain cup and handed it to the old man sitting in the rocking chair.

Everything is silent.

The old man took the tea, and the tea lid gently rubbed the rim of the cup, his cloudy and old eyes stared at Fang Lang half-closed.

After taking a sip of tea, the old man said slowly, "Did Wen Ting call you here?"

Feeling the incomparably rich spiritual thoughts in the air.

There are also those hanging on the wall, one after another, they are suspended, and the tip of the sword is aimed at his sharp sword.

Fang Lang had a harmless smile on his face: "Yes."

The old man raised his hand and flicked lightly, as if there was a guqin in the air, and the sound of the piano was melodious when he flicked it.

Around Fang Lang, a pair of swords looked like necklaces, with the tip of the sword pointing inward, surrounding Fang Lang's neck.

"That kid Wen Ting promised the old man that he would not tell the second person where the old man is..."

"He broke his promise."

The old man said lightly.

"Kill you, the old man will go and kill Wen Ting, a guy who can't keep his mouth shut."

Fang Lang took a deep breath and said, "Wen Ting is my teacher, and I am a student of Luojiang Academy..."

The old man raised his eyebrows, full of evil spirit.

A finger like a dry root of Coptis chinensis taps in the air.

In an instant, each suspended sword approached Fang Lang more and more, and the tip of one of the swords even touched Fang Lang's jaw.

"The academy run by old man Cui?"

"Are you still related to the dead old man surnamed Cui?"

The old man said coldly.

Fang Lang is about to cry, senior, do you have hatred against the whole world?

You have no grudge against anyone, you just say it, I will try my best not to step on the thunder.

However, despite the panic in his heart, Fang Lang still had a smile on his face, looking at the old man with a warm smile, and said, "Senior, I just want to buy a good sword."

"What's your name?"

The old man took a sip of tea, chewed the tea leaves, and said.

"Fang Lang, the Fang who has always been Fang, the wave of the prodigal son turning back."

Huh? !

Fang Lang just finished his introduction.

In the distance, the eyes of the naked young man moved slightly: "Are you Fang Lang?"

"The Fang Lang who killed Lin Yun?"

Fang Lang was taken aback. Am I already... so famous?

But the young man just grinned and showed a simple and honest smile: "In Chang'an, there is a lot of news about you. Many geniuses in Chang'an Academy and the Imperial College are staring at you, clamoring that if you dare to set foot in Chang'an, You must break your legs."

Fang Lang's eyelids twitched.

The young man scratched his head full of hair in a simple and honest way, and said with a smile: "There is only one Linglong girl in the whole Tang Dynasty, the best Linglong girl."

"Miss Linglong came back to Chang'an two hours late for you. She was assassinated 18 more times. There were many dangers. They all said... what virtue and what are you capable of."

The smile on Fang Lang's face gradually disappeared, and he was slightly taken aback.

After that, silence.

He thought of the girl with starry eyes.

Chang'an, there is one more reason to go.

Just as Fang Lang was meditating.

But the old man let out a soft sigh: "You are Fang Lang, the Fang Lang who pulled out 'Liansheng'?"

As soon as the old man knocked his hands, all the sharp swords hung back one after another, as if everything had never happened, and the shop was quiet again, only the sound of sparks beating on the stove was still there.

Clang!

With the sound of the sword being unsheathed, the Liansheng sword in the sword box behind Fang Lang was unsheathed and flew towards the old man.

It was suspended three inches in front of the old man.

The trembling hand of the old man wanted to touch but dared not.

"What a lotus sword, the sword is restrained. Xuanyuan Taihua... in the body of a woman, has cultivated such a sword. I have to accept it."

The old man was filled with emotion.

The next moment, with a flick of his hand, the Liansheng Sword returned and returned to Fang Lang's scabbard.

"That kid Wen Ting dared to let you come, there is some reason. For the sake of this Liansheng, I will give you a chance to buy a sword."

The old man said.

In the shop, the tense atmosphere suddenly disappeared, and Fang Lang also felt the oppression on his body dissipate.

Suddenly, Fang Lang was not relieved, but found that his figure involuntarily moved towards the old man, and the old man raised his hand, grabbed Fang Lang's palm, spread it out, stroked it gently, and felt Fang Lang's hand. Calluses on hands.

"Huh? What a thick cocoon, to have such a sword cocoon at such a young age, it seems that I have suffered a lot, and I am afraid of future generations."

There was a rare look of appreciation on the old man's face.

It seemed to see Fang Lang working hard to practice his sword.

"The younger generation is good at two-handed swords. Now that I have Liansheng, I still lack a left-handed sword, so I bought a sword."

Fang Lang said.

The old man raised his eyebrows: "Two-handed swords, there are not many people in the Tang Dynasty, you are a bit ambitious."

"However, if you hold Liansheng in your hand, the other sword can't be too bad."

"At least, it's better not to be oppressed by Lian Sheng's sword intent, otherwise... your two-handed sword will be uncontrollably out of balance."

The old man said lightly.

After that, I sat upright in the rocking chair, raised my hand, and grasped it with five fingers.

Hum——

An incomparably clear sword chant resounded from the depths of the shop.

There seems to be a surging sword intent, impacting every corner of the shop.

The next moment, a jet-black sword shot out, like a ferocious black dragon rushing towards it!

Ding!

The old man touched the floating sword body with his fingertips, and the black sword became quiet.

"The name of this sword is 'Hei Yao', and it was forged with the Ni Lin of a demonic black dragon that was killed when the Tang Dynasty attacked the Nanhai Yaoque."

"Lian Shengjian is gentle in nature, and Obsidian Sword is violent in nature, just like Yang and Yin, complementing each other."

The old man stroked the blade of the black sword and said.

Fang Lang's eyes were completely attracted by the black sword.

"Boy, if you want to buy a sword, this sword is the most suitable."

"How much you spend is up to you, but the old man only has one test."

The old man said.

Hearing the words, Fang Lang bowed his hands solemnly: "Senior, please speak."

"That kid Wen Ting came to me to buy a sword, and he resisted five moves in my hands. He was half dead, so he passed the test."

"You are too weak, I am not interested in making a move."

"This way..."

The old man stretched out his finger like a wrinkled Coptis chinensis, pointing at the burly young man: "This is a disciple of the old man, and he is also preparing to take the scientific examination. The second place in the martial arts competition."

"I asked him to become a ninth-level martial artist. If you fight him once, if you can persist for a cup of tea, you will pass the test."

"If you can't hold on, you can get out~IndoMTL.com~ Black Yao, you don't deserve it."

"Liansheng...you are not worthy either."

"Dare you?"

Hearing the words, Fang Lang felt a slight surge of blood in his body.

He raised his eyes to look at the boy who was scratching the back of his head and grinning silly at him.

Second place in the martial arts competition?

Peerless genius?

Fifteen-year-old eighth-dan martial artist!

Yo, fresh leeks!

"My Fang Lang... I like communicating with geniuses the most."

Fang Lang's eyes lit up, and he smiled warmly.

The old man let out a snort, held the Obsidian sword, and moved the rocking chair directly under him to the corner of the shop.

The shop space was vacated to Fang Lang and the honest boy.

"Brother, I, Fang Lang, like to make friends with people the most. Dare I ask you...what is your name?"

Fang Lang asked with a smile.

However, the honest boy didn't speak, but just scratched the back of his head with a silly smile.

Suddenly!

With a silly smile, the boy actually took out a long knife like ink from the back of his head, and slashed it down suddenly, there was a tearing sound in the air!

Fang Lang's eyes froze, and he also swept out Liansheng!

Knife meets sword!

Mars rubbing and bouncing!

The terrifying power spread along the young man's blade, and rushed towards Fang Lang's hand holding the sword.

The young man's eyes were like fire, pressing down on Fang Lang, Fang Lang stepped on the ground, constantly retreating, retreating...

One person presses forward, one person retreats!

Boom!

Fang Lang's back slammed into the wooden door of the shop. The energy formed by the young man's input of blood from the long knife, behind Fang Lang, roared like a black thorn flower, making the wooden door instantly open. It was blown apart and sawdust flying.

PS; the number of words is full, and I have to examine myself three times, votes? Ticket call? Ticket call?