Fang Xin smiled wryly as he looked back at Lu Shulan, who was shocked awake.

  Whether it was a treacherous plan or not, if Ruxiulan was killed near his home, even if Fangxin didn't die, it would be difficult to obtain the forgiveness of the Lord of Lu.

  Of course, if the daughter of Lu Hou was killed, things would be big, and the imperial court would exhaust all its strength to kill Ge Yuan Cheng. No matter how strong his martial arts were, he would inevitably end up with a beheaded outcome, it's just a matter of time.

  " Forget it, since that's the case, then there's no other choice." Fang Xin smiled bitterly and stopped speaking, his eyes fixed intently, all sounds hushed, his hand on the sword hilt. He had already blocked him twice, if he blocked again, they would form an unbreakable deadly feud. With this person's current style, he would naturally take action against his family members, which was absolutely unacceptable.

  A brief silence, Ge Yuancheng slowly pulled out his sword and said with a fierce killing intent: "I'm going to war!"

  "If you want to fight, then let's fight!" Fang Xin replied, thoroughly showing his attitude.

  It was already late afternoon at this time, and the sun was about to set.

  Under the setting sun, Fang Xin slowly drew his sword. The sword shone brightly and on it was a line of golden words: "Treat life as if you've just seen it for the first time." Then, a faint hum emerged from the sword, its energy shaking people's souls. The green aura illuminated his face, making his eyebrows seem like a patch of emerald green.

  Ge Yuancheng's face turned solemn, but he showed no hesitation or fear, striding forward with a single-minded determination, as if the mountains ahead could be cut down with a single stroke of his sword.

  As he approached within ten steps, Ge Yuan let out a furious roar: "Go die, my Heart Severing Blade will cut you down!" Instantly, the blade flashed with an eerie light, its energy surging to the critical point, and then suddenly exploding. The blade's glow sliced straight down. Not only did every muscle in his body respond to his control and exert force, but also the vital energy within him, as well as the knife aura that he had concentrated all his heart into, converged at a single point.

  Fang Xin drew his sword and stabbed out. The green light shot straight up, also pouring out all its might.

  Two bright lights burst forth in a flash. The flicker lasted only for an instant before the explosive radiance suddenly came to a standstill.

  Two people entered and stood still, each in their own position. Fang Xin touched his forehead, a thin red mark, which was not a knife wound, but rather the residual energy of the knife, however, that was all, without any other injuries.

  This battle was truly perilous, with no room for error. The line between life and death was drawn in this instant. Fang's heart suddenly racing, cold sweat pouring out, only then did he realize the risk involved.

  "How is this possible?" Ge Yuancheng muttered, his eyes filled with confusion. A red patch on his chest grew larger: "Why is it like this, why?"

  Fang Xing was speechless, he couldn't say that he had used the Jade Like Intention, in an instant, his fourth star activated, unleashing the power of wind and rapid movement. His speed increased by a factor of two.

  Moreover, due to the characteristics of the projection plane, Fang Xin can use holy power to perform fifth-order magic, although it's not real, but its power is in no way inferior.

  Of course. Even so, Ben shouldn't have been killed by Ge Yuan Cheng so easily, however. A master's move is judged in the heart, playing chess like a national champion, Fang Xin's speed, strength, and movement were all calculated, able to deliver a fatal blow with one knife, but precisely because of this, how could there be such a large error in judgment? So not even changing was possible, directly being killed.

  Fang Xin didn't answer, but instead stepped forward and asked: "Do you have any last words?"

  Ge Yuan Cheng's extraordinary martial arts skills came into play, and despite being stabbed in the chest, he was able to hold on for a few more minutes. Seeing that he didn't respond, he let out a miserable smile and muttered: "In the past, fortune tellers said I should have died three years ago, but I escaped. I thought it wasn't accurate, that I could defy heaven. But in the end, everything is fate!"

  The voice gradually lowered, and the eyes that had been dimming suddenly brightened, as if suddenly enlightened, saying: "You must be careful of Yan Min's treachery, he has calculated..."

  The sound stopped, he heavily fell to the ground and never moved again.

  A generation's greatest mastermind has fallen silent forever.

  It took a long time to say, but in fact, it was just a short moment. Ruxulan's mind went blank, and only then did she realize what had happened. She walked forward, staring blankly: "Is he dead?"

  She could hardly believe that the man who had mobilized thousands of people, lost hundreds, traveled from south to north and back again, killing his way across the country, even earning her father's secret admiration, was dead, just like that, so easily.

  "He's really dead, you can take him back. I'm tired today!" Fang Xin sheathed his sword: "However, you can't leave just like that, you must set off tomorrow!"

  Fang Xin naturally suspected Lu Hou and Yan Min without any psychological barriers in this world.

  Lu Hou indicated that today's events are unlikely, as a tiger does not eat its own son. Even if it were to eat its son, there would need to be corresponding great gains. If things had proceeded normally and Ge Yuan Cheng had launched an attack, with the current manpower and environment, Lu Shu Lan would have been hard-pressed to escape this disaster. At most, Fang Xin would have emerged wounded. Although Fang Xin bears some responsibility for this matter, it is not his direct responsibility. Is he crazy just because he wants to make Fang Xin out to be unrighteous?

  Of course, it's impossible for Lu Hou to be forced into such a sorry state by just Ge Yuan Cheng alone. There must be some hidden moves that haven't been revealed yet, which might involve some behind-the-scenes power struggles in the imperial court.

  What role did Yan Min play in it?

  Three years ago, Yan Min was ordered to recruit Ge Yuancheng, but ended up making a deadly enemy. Today, Lu Shulan came to find herself, and this happened. Thinking of her own position in the Lu Mansion for two and a half years, Fang Xin already had some understanding.

  Although everything was seamless and there was no evidence, this coincidence was enough - Fang Xin had never needed concrete evidence to judge things, who knows how many times he had died.

  So, Ruxulan was not allowed to leave, lest something happen halfway, although the possibility is extremely small, but also no need to take risks. Ruxulan seemed to be thinking and was not barbaric, she immediately ordered one of her guards to go back and report to her father that she would stay obediently.

  And she, precisely because of her deep understanding of Ge Yuan Cheng's weight, knew that the person who could kill Ge Yuan Cheng with one sword, their martial arts skills were also a kind of fearful and awe-inspiring, giving off an unfathomable feeling.

  At this moment, Fang Xin could only smile bitterly. He didn't want to show off like this either, but there was no other choice in what happened earlier. If Yan Min wanted to force out his true strength, then this move was the right one.

  Outside, there had been a life-and-death battle, but inside it was still very quiet. Fang Xin looked around and saw the flower cat crouching at the door, then entered from the doorway, with Lu Shulan following closely behind.

  At this time, Lan Qi finally came out to greet him. She seemed a bit breathless and her clothes were somewhat disheveled: "Husband?"

  "It's all right, the matter has been settled. You can send someone to buy a coffin now. For someone of his stature, only a grand funeral will do." Fang Xin said with some genuine regret.

  Ge Yuan Cheng's martial arts had already reached the fifth stage in terms of quantity, but he didn't understand the principle of transforming to the fifth stage and was confused by hatred, so he couldn't achieve great success.

  Otherwise, he would have become a great master long ago.

  "Yes!" After Lan Qi left, he looked at the corpse and ordered someone to buy a coffin. He also ordered someone to wash the body and change its clothes. However, after giving these orders, he returned to the main hall with Fang Xin, still looking dazed.

  "Husband, did you kill him?"

  Fang Xin replied, "Of course, this is nothing to be surprised about. It's getting late, have someone prepare dinner, I'll practice my calligraphy first!"

  For two and a half years, Huashen has been working hard to make money. Of course, he won't do business, but there are many ways to make money without doing business, so this situation has formed.

  The two daughters of the He family are married, and naturally the 3,000 mu of land belonging to the He family, together with Feili Garden, belong to the property of the two daughters.

  But Lanzhi's side has an eldest son, and also has a relationship with the Lu family, so over the years, they have also accumulated 1,200 mu of land, and are also a wealthy and substantial household.

  This house is newly bought and built in the suburbs, no less than that of an official's family.

  But as for the Confucian classics, they have no spirituality, but can be arranged one by one, and the foundation is solid, so Fang Xin is also very satisfied. With the two working together, it seems that he can take the imperial examination.

  "Yes, sir." Lan Ji still looked a bit dazed as she left, leaving Lu Shu Lan behind. However, Fang Xin seemed to have completely forgotten about the killing just now and was grinding his inkstone instead.

  Circle after circle, the ink fragrance slowly overflows and becomes thicker.

  A white paper was spread out, two feet long and one foot wide, snow-white and smooth, flatly laid on the table.

  With rapt attention and concentrated spirit, he grasped his brush, dipped it in ink, and began to write. His strokes flowed like clouds, and with one flourish, the work was done.

  At this time, at night, it seemed to be raining again. The sound of rain outside the window came into my ears, pattering and pattering. This rain, I don't know when it started or how long it had been falling!

  At night, the nearby mountains are still dark, and the distant mountains are still faint. With concentrated attention, you can still see the bamboo and rattan.

  Lushulan was about to step forward under the candlelight, but saw that the writing was stern and powerful. The twists and turns revealed a murderous aura, while the smooth parts seemed to contain the intent of a sword. As he concentrated his mind to look again, he saw a line of poetry.

  "Ten steps kill one person, a thousand miles without leaving a trail. When the deed is done, roll up sleeves and leave, deeply hiding body and name."

  These twenty words, that kind of magnificent and unparalleled swordsmanship, the intention of being aloof from fame and fortune, as if leaping onto paper, looking at this extraordinary man in the world, so elegant and refined, she was suddenly enchanted, mouth repeatedly reading, eyes gazing, already infatuated.