Xuanxia

Chapter 768: Lan Louzhu

The owner of Qianfang Baixiao Tower is one of the most mysterious people in the world.

Many curious people in the world have placed bets to guess who this person is.

The only one who could be compared to him in terms of mystery was the identity of the Lord of Xiyu Pavilion.

Now, although Fu Qingzhou knew that the owner of the building was surnamed Lan and was from the Lan family, he had no idea whether he was a man or a woman, old or young.

"Brother Fu, you seem a little excited?"

Lan Jingsong asked with a smile.

Fu Qingzhou laughed: "Drinking some wine is not a big deal, but it is inevitable to be excited and nervous to meet the most mysterious owner of Qianfang Baixiao Tower."

"Hahahaha, don't be nervous." Lan Jingsong patted him on the shoulder: "You are destined to be the next sword master. With your status, you will know the identity of my master sooner or later, and you will also know the identity of the next building owner."

The two of them had already left the banquet and were walking in the night along a small path at the Xuanmeng headquarters.

Fu Qingzhou winked at him: "Brother Lan, are you interested in the next owner?"

"Who wouldn't be interested in that?"

Lan Jingsong smiled and said, "Only Junior Brother Zhao Hao... He is destined to be a prince. The position of building owner is useless to him. He came to us just to gain experience."

Fu Qingzhou was about to speak, but suddenly shut his mouth.

“This road doesn’t seem to be that long, does it?”

he asked suddenly.

The path starts at a corner of the square, passes through the council hall and the armory, and extends to the guest courtyard where the guests live.

Normally, after walking a few hundred steps, you will reach the end.

But Fu Qingzhou and Lan Jingsong have been walking here for nearly a quarter of an hour, talking non-stop, but they haven't reached the end of the road yet?

Looking up, I saw that everything around me was pitch black. The buildings that should have been behind the high walls on both sides of the path were also submerged in the darkness and could not be seen clearly.

"Brother Lan."

Fu Qingzhou narrowed his eyes: "Master Lan, have you arrived yet?"

"Hahaha, Brother Fu is really smart." Lan Jingsong laughed a few times, turned around, bowed deeply to the dark path that stretched infinitely in front of him, and said, "Master."

"Ah."

A graceful and calm female voice was heard from the shadows.

Fu Qingzhou raised his eyebrows slightly.

The owner of the Lan building is a woman.

Then he saw a figure slowly walking out from the shadows.

The bamboo hat, like a big umbrella, with black gauze hanging down at the edge, covered the face of Master Lan.

Her figure was very voluptuous, but she did not show any desire at all. Instead, she had a kind of noble majesty that was impossible to look at or approach - she was wearing a long black dress that dragged on the ground, holding a long wooden box in her hands, and walking steadily and quietly.

Fu Qingzhou's pupils shrank slightly, and he adjusted his expression. He bowed to the Lan Tower Master and said, "Fu Qingzhou from Mingjian Pavilion, I have heard of the Lan Tower Master's great name for a long time. I am glad to see him today. He is indeed at an unfathomable level."

"Master Fu, thank you for your compliment."

Master Lan walked slowly ten steps away and then stopped.

Then, she turned to Lan Jingsong and said calmly, "Back off."

"Yes."

Lan Jingsong did not have any doubts. He bowed deeply to his elder who had the same surname as him and was also his master, then quickly turned around and disappeared into the darkness.

Fu Qingzhou looked at the Lan Tower Master and smiled, "Lan Tower Master, why did you choose such a covert way to meet? This matter is not shameful."

"It's a secret after all."

Lan Louzhu said softly: "What's more, among the group of Jianghu people not far away, we can't be sure whether there are enemies among them, right?"

Fu Qingzhou sneered in his heart.

I don’t know if others are enemies, but you are an obvious enemy!
Of course, he still had a kind smile on his face: "Master Lan is still thoughtful."

"I am here today, and my time is limited."

Master Lan spoke softly, and actually opened the long wooden box in his hands, saying: "Since Lord Fu wants to give me the Sword of Wisdom, put the sword in this box." So urgent?
Fu Qingzhou looked slightly startled, then smiled bitterly and said, "Master Lan, this is not appropriate."

"Why not?" Lan Louzhu still opened the lid of the wooden box, and there was no emotion in his voice: "You want to give me the Sword of Wisdom, and I am here too - in this case, why don't you give me the sword and I will take it away? Isn't that perfect?"

Fu Qingzhou looked at her deeply.

The black veil didn't look thick, just a thin layer, but I couldn't see the face behind it clearly no matter what.

"Master Lan, that's not the case."

He patiently explained, "This time, I want to borrow the power of you seniors to deal with Jiang Baichuan and the people behind him. The Eight Swords of the Kingly Way and the identities of you seniors are all my bargaining chips to win over and intimidate the entire martial arts world. I'm sure...Lord Lan can see that."

Master Lan said nothing.

"so."

Fu Qingzhou didn't bother to care what she thought, and said bluntly: "I will only give the sword to you in front of countless fellow martial artists at the Xuanmeng Grand Ceremony."

After a long silence, Lan Louzhu said softly, "I won't show my face in front of others."

"Then... that's troublesome."

Fu Qingzhou smiled and said, "I will only give the sword away at the grand ceremony."

There was another moment of silence.

In this silence, Fu Qingzhou seemed to feel that the darkness was swallowing him up bit by bit.

This path and this darkness were spreading towards him!

But he was not afraid.

What gave him courage was not only the German sword behind him, but also the official uniform on his body, the Mingjian Zhishi badge on his waist, and... the other party's desire.

"condition."

After a while, Master Lan spoke again.

The moment she opened her mouth, the darkness that was slowly spreading and climbing towards Fu Qingzhou also quietly retracted its tentacles.

Fu Qingzhou smiled and said, "Or, if Lord Lan lets me know your true identity, I can think of a way for you to get the Sword of Wisdom without having to show up at the Xuanmeng Ceremony."

Then he added: "But of course not now."

He said this more in a joking manner than in a serious manner.

The identity of the owner of Qianfang Baixiao Tower is extremely mysterious, how could it be easily exposed?

What's more, although the other party didn't show it at the moment, he was obviously unhappy.

I said this just to provoke her and see how much she could compromise for the sword of wisdom.

But unexpectedly, after the words fell, the owner of the Lan Tower said calmly: "It's a deal."

Fu Qingzhou's eyes widened.

Then, he saw Master Lan stretch out his hands and slowly push aside the black veil in front of him.

The face behind the black veil was not stunningly beautiful.

On the contrary, at first glance, she looked like a woman in her forties.

She had a gentle face, with a calm and composed look between her brows. She didn't look like a famous master or senior in the martial arts world, but rather like the mistress of a house in a large courtyard with high walls.

"You may have heard of my name."

The owner of the Lan Tower lowered her phoenix eyes slightly and said slowly: "My surname is Lan, and my name is Xiyu."

Lan Xiyu...

Lan Xiyu? !

Fu Qingzhou's pupils shrank.

He remembered the name!

The aunt of that bastard playboy Lan Junhong!

(End of this chapter)