Chapter 768: Master Lan
The master of Qianfang Baixiao Building is one of the most mysterious beings in the world.
Many good people in the world have placed bets on the market to guess who this person is.
The only person who could compare with him in terms of mystery was the identity of Lord Xiaoyu Pavilion.
Now, although Fu Qingzhou knows that the poster's surname is Lan and that he is from the Lan family, he has no idea whether he is a man or a woman, old or young.
"Brother Fu Xian, you seem a little excited?"
Lan Jingsong asked with a smile.
Fu Qingzhou chuckled: "Drinking some wine is the next best thing, but seeing the most mysterious owner of Qianfang Baixiao Building, it is inevitable not to be excited and nervous."
"Hahahahaha "Don't be nervous." Lan Jingsong patted him on the shoulder: "You are destined to be the next swordsman. With your status, you will know the identity of my master sooner or later, and you will also know the identity of the next poster. I know.”
The two of them had already left the banquet and were walking along a path in the Xuanmeng main altar in the night.
Fu Qingzhou winked at him: "Brother Lan, are you interested in the next poster?"
"As you said, who is not interested?"
Lan Jingsong said with a smile: " As for junior brother Zhao Hao... he is destined to be the prince, and this position of host is of no use to him. He comes to us just to practice. "
Fu Qingzhou was about to speak, but suddenly closed his mouth. Shut up.
“This road doesn’t seem to be that long, right?”
he asked suddenly.
This path starts from the corner of the square, passes through the assembly hall and the arsenal, and extends to the guest house where all the guests live.
Normally speaking, if you walk a few hundred steps, you will end.
But Fu Qingzhou and Lan Jingsong have been walking here for a quarter of an hour, talking non-stop, but the road has not come to an end yet?
Looking up, the surroundings were pitch black, and the buildings that should be 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, are you here already?"
"Hahaha, Brother Fu Xian is really smart." Lan Jingsong laughed a few times and turned to He turned around, bowed down to the dark path that spread infinitely in front of him, and bowed deeply: "Master."
"Yes."
A graceful and calm sound came from the shadows female voice.
Fu Qingzhou raised his eyebrows slightly.
Lou Master Lan is a woman.
Then he saw a figure slowly walking out of the shadows.
The bamboo hat is like a big umbrella, with black gauze hanging from the edge, covering Louzhu Lan's face.
Her figure is very plump, but she does not show any lust at all. Instead, she gives people an unsightly and unapproachable noble majesty - she is wearing a floor-length black dress and holding a long wooden ball in her hand. Box, walking calmly and quietly.
Fu Qingzhou's pupils shrank, he adjusted his expression, and bowed his hands to Master Lan: "Fu Qingzhou of Mingjiange, I have heard about Master Lan for a long time, and now that I have seen him, his realm is inexplicably high."
"Master Fu, it's ridiculous." Like it.”
Lou Master Lan walked ten steps away and stood still.
Then, she turned towards Lan Jingsong and said lightly: "Step back."
"Yes."
Lan Jingsong didn't have the slightest doubt. After bowing deeply to his elder with the same surname and his master, he quickly turned around and retreated into the darkness and disappeared.
Fu Qingzhou looked at Master Lan and smiled: "Master Lan, why did you choose such a hidden way to meet? This matter is not shameful."
"It is confidential after all."
Lou Master Lan 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, can we?"
Fu Qingzhou sneered in his heart.
I don’t know if others are enemies, but you are already an open 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."
Lan The host said softly, opened the long wooden box in his hand, and said, "Since Mr. Fu wants to give you a sword of wisdom as a gift, just put the sword in this box." So urgent?
Fu Qingzhou looked slightly startled, then smiled bitterly and said: "Master Lan, this is not suitable."
“Why not?” Louzhu Lan 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’m here too—in that case, give the sword to me. Isn’t it just right that I take the sword away?”
Fu Qingzhou looked at her deeply.
The black gauze does not look thick, just a thin layer, but no matter what, the face behind the black gauze cannot be seen clearly.
“Lord Lan, that’s not the case.”
He explained patiently: "This time, I want to use the power of the seniors to deal with Jiang Baichuan and the people behind him. The Eight Swords of Kings and the identities of the seniors are all my bargaining chips to win over and intimidate the entire world. Presumably... Louzhu Lan can also see it.”
Lord Lan didn’t say a word.
“So.”
Fu Qingzhou didn’t bother to care what she thought, and said bluntly: “Only at the Xuan Alliance Ceremony, in front of countless comrades in the world, will I give the sword away. "
After a moment of silence, Master Lan said softly: "I will not 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 ceremony."
There was another silence.
During this period of silence, Fu Qingzhou seemed to feel that the night was swallowing him up bit by bit.
This trail and this darkness are spreading towards him!
But he was not afraid.
What gave him courage was not only the virtue sword behind him, but also the official uniform on his body, the Mingjian Zhishi tablet on his waist, and... the other party's desire.
“Conditions.”
After a while, Louzhu Lan spoke again.
The moment she spoke, the darkness that was slowly creeping towards Fu Qingzhou also quietly retracted its tentacles.
Fu Qingzhou smiled: "Or, Lord Lan, let me know your true identity, and I can think of a way for you to get the Wisdom Sword without having to show your face at the Xuan Alliance Ceremony."
After that, He added: "But of course not now."
When he said this, it was more of a joke than a serious one.
The identity of the owner of Qianfang Baixiao Building is extremely mysterious, how could he be exposed so easily?
What's more, although the other party didn't show it, he was clearly unhappy.
I said this just to stimulate the other party and see how much she could compromise for this sword of wisdom.
But I never thought that after the words fell, Lord Lan said calmly: "It's a deal."
Fu Qingzhou's eyes widened.
Immediately afterwards, he saw Louzhu Lan stretch out his hands and slowly push aside the black gauze in front of him.
The face behind the black veil is not a stunning beauty.
On the contrary, at first glance, she was just a woman in her forties.
She has a gentle face, and there is a sense of calmness and calmness between her brows. She does not look like a famous master or senior in the world, but like a senior in a high-walled compound. Wife, mistress.
“You may have heard of my name.”
Lou Master Lan lowered his 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!
That bastard dandy Lan Junhong’s aunt!
(End of this chapter)