Don't Ask Where People Go After Time Travel

Chapter 1555 Coveting

"People in the martial arts world should at least abide by morality." Fang Zilan did not turn around. The person behind her said intermittently: "What do you mean by morality?"

Awan bit her lip and didn't take the white veil. "I've seen you kill someone."

"Zi Xiu's killing is different from Fang Zi Lan's." Fang Zi Lan's hand stopped in mid-air, "Be obedient."

Awan still refused to take it with her neck stiff. Hongtai couldn't bear to see it and took the white gauze from Fang Zilan's hand, "That's enough, if she doesn't want to, then she doesn't want to."

Fang Zilan glared at Hongtai, who shrugged his shoulders as if he didn't notice anything. "You kill your people, and I protect her and don't let her see. Is that okay?"

"It's up to you." Fang Zilan restrained her expression, picked up the plum sword and turned to go up the mountain. Hongtai and Awan followed closely behind her. They watched her draw the sword and kill one person after another without asking any questions. The blood flowed like a stream, staining the long steps red.

"Zi Xiu, do you really think that there is no one in this world..." Before the scolding was over, the person who spoke had already fallen to the ground with a bang, without even having time to close his eyes.

"Whether there are people in the world or not, what does it have to do with me?" Fang Zilan stepped over the corpse and looked up to see an old monk in a cassock standing on the steps. He clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, I am guilty, I am guilty."

"Master, are you here to stop me too?" Fang Zilan shook her wrist and shook off the blood on the sword.

"I am following the order of Senior Brother Randeng to invite you to enter the temple." The old monk raised his hand and made a gesture of invitation. "The sea of ​​suffering is boundless. Turning back is the shore. I hope you will turn back soon and stop committing sins of killing."

"It's too late." Fang Zilan sheathed the sword and said with a dull look, "Master, if you don't want to see the bloodshed on Zhongling Mountain, you should have come down the mountain earlier to invite me. Master Randeng, if you don't want to see the reputation of Zhongling Temple ruined, you shouldn't have occupied the land in the first place, and you shouldn't have let the self-proclaimed righteous people get involved."

"Did you hear what Junior Brother Ranzhu said?" The old monk sighed. Fang Zilan said calmly, "It doesn't matter who said it. What matters is the truth."

"Appearances are determined by the mind. The so-called truth is different for different people." The old monk looked down at Fang Zilan on the steps and saw her curl her lips. "Master, you are so insightful. Unfortunately, there is only one truth that I want."

After she finished speaking, she pointed the plum sword in her hand directly at the old monk. Even though the sword sheath was there, her threat was still there. "Master, you don't think I won't kill monks, do you?"

"Why are you so stubborn..." The old monk sighed. Fang Zilan's plum sword had already touched his cassock. "Who is this stubborn person? We might as well find out who it is when we get to the temple."

As she spoke, she dispersed some of her strength and said, "Master, please lead the way."

The old monk lowered his eyes and said nothing, leading the three people up the stairs. Soon they arrived at the gate of Zhongling Temple.

The square was filled with martial artists holding swords, gathered in groups of three or four. However, when they saw Fang Zilan behind the old monk, they all looked alert.

"Miss Zhen, is that you..." As soon as the slightly hoarse female voice came out, it was interrupted impatiently, "Huo Chun'er, be honest..."

The speaker's voice stopped abruptly the moment he met Fang Zi Lan's gaze. Although her face could not be seen clearly through the purple veil, there was a voice in her heart shouting - she was Zhen, the Qianjinfang in Zuiyue Tower, also known as Zixiu.

"Geng Nan?" Fang Zilan casually called out the speaker's name. He felt cold sweat on his forehead, "You...you are..."

"Zi Xiu." Fang Zi Lan casually announced her name, and in an instant, the swords in the hands of all the martial artists present were pointed at her at the same time. Fang Zi Lan glanced around and snorted coldly, "Are you coming one by one, or all together?"

Before she finished her words, there was a whistling wind behind her, but it did not hurt her at all. Hong Tai drew his sword and blocked the fatal attack for her.

Zhuge Yu's expression was deep, and he said word by word, "But after this incident, can't Lord Fang see that? No matter who it is, if they give up their identity, they can't protect anyone, let alone make a promise."

Fang Zilan lowered his head, wondering what he was thinking.

After a while, she raised her head again, regained her usual indifference, and sighed softly, "That's all, you can't force it."

"Master Fang, if there is nothing else..." Fang Lihui was about to stand up and leave, but as soon as his words came out, he was interrupted by a bang.

The three of them looked at the place where the sound came from, and saw Fang Liren standing at the door in despair. The sound just now was caused by him breaking in.

"Cousin?" Fang Lihui hurriedly walked up to Fang Liren, only to see Fang Liren silently slap a piece of paper on his chest. Before he could take the paper and take a closer look, he heard Fang Liren say loudly: "Lihui Hui, I’ll leave the Fang family to you.”

"What did you say, cousin?" He looked at the person in front of him blankly. This person who once valued the Fang family more than his life actually used such a piece of flimsy paper to give up everything that should have been in his heart. The Fang family.

Ignoring Fang Lihui's reaction, Fang Liren walked directly in front of Fang Zilan and Zhuge Yu, "Master Fang, Master Zhuge, I have thought clearly and want to go to Persia with Warners."

Before Fang Zilan and Zhuge Yu could say anything, Fang Lihui walked quickly to Fang Liren and threw the paper on him, "Fang Liren, are you crazy? Give up the Fang family for a woman?"

Fang Liren stood upright and let the piece of paper fall to the ground without even blinking. "I am here to say goodbye to you two adults. You two adults have helped me a lot, which Fang Liren will never forget."

Considering that Fang Zilan and Zhuge Yu were present, Fang Lihui couldn't help but snap out of his temper. He gritted his teeth and growled: "Fang Liren, what are you doing?"

"What to do?" Fang Liren looked at Fang Lihui, looking relieved, "Lihui, the Fang family will be left to you from now on. You are more suitable than me for the position of head of the Fang family."

"Who cares?" Fang Lihui sneered, "Fang Liren, I don't need your charity."

"I gave everything for the Fang family. I'm tired." Fang Liren raised the corners of his mouth, his eyes were full of indescribable fatigue, "Now, I want to live for myself once."

"Okay, okay, it's really good!" Fang Lihui held his hand with a folding fan, applauding with an almost resentful look.

Seeing this, Fang Zilan was about to speak when Zhuge Yu grabbed her sleeve. He tugged on her sleeve, signaling her not to come forward and to let them resolve it themselves.

"Fang Liren, are you leaving the Fang family?" Fang Lihui held the folding fan in his hand tightly, his shoulders shaking slightly, revealing his sullenness, "You can leave just as you say, how can it be so cheap? The Fang family gave birth to you and raised you, you How much kindness we have received from the Fang family, and how much benefit the Fang family has received from you, let us calculate it clearly today. "

Fang Liren looked at Fang Lihui in front of him, who had never seen him lose his temper before. He was silent for a moment, and finally nodded and said: "Okay."