He shouted loudly, and Jiang Xiaowan's soft voice came from the villa in the distance: "Here you come!"

She appeared at the door of the east wing, dressed in a neutral dress, black short shirt and tight jeans, full of youth and vitality.

Seeing Fang Han coming, she sang: "Fang Han, why didn't you come yesterday?"

Fang Han smiled and said, "I delayed something yesterday."

"There are quite a lot of things!" Jiang Xiaowan snorted and turned around and got into the house.

Jiang Cheng shook his head and snorted, "This girl muttered for a day yesterday and said why didn't you come? I said I would call her and ask her if she didn't call yet, it's true!"

Fang Han smiled: "Miss Xiaowan is quite refreshing!"

"Who knows her, it's weird, don't worry, what's the entry point for your elixir?"

Fang Han shook his head.

"Well, that's not too urgent. It's said that you will have to build a foundation for a hundred days, and you will have to at least one month." Jiang Cheng nodded: "Where is the sword technique?"

Fang Han smiled and said, "Borrow your master's sword."

"I'll find you a sword later." Jiang Cheng said: "You may not be able to use my sword."

Fang Han nodded and understood what he meant. He had used a sword for too long, and would be in line with the sword owner, and would be repulsive to outsiders and use it in a difficult way.

This is not a mysterious thing. When practicing swordsmanship, the essence is poured into the sword. When the man and the sword are united, there will naturally be some inexplicable aura over time. Ordinary people cannot feel it. People who practice swordsmanship can feel it intricately.

Jiang Xiaowan came over with a wooden rosy, and his slender and graceful figure moved like a willow branch, with a unique rhythm.

Fang Han is now becoming more and more sensitive to women's beauty, with an aesthetic pair of eyes, and these eyes tend to become brighter and brighter.

Jiang Xiaowan glared at him in anger and put the tea on the stone table: "Hurry up, don't be cold!"

Fang Han put down his sword, picked up the teacup and sipped it: "Good tea! Thank you Miss Xiaowan!"

"Hmph, can you still drink it well?" Jiang Xiaowan slapped his seductive lips.

Fang Han smiled and said, "Who can't taste the Dahongpao?"

"Do you usually drink tea?"

"Drink some."

Jiang Cheng smiled and said, "Okay, I don't shortage of tea here. Take some when I leave. Xiaowan, don't forget to bring it to him!"

"I know!" Jiang Xiaowanbai Fang Han glanced at him and snorted: "Dad, as a master, he wants to accept the filial piety of his disciples. You should pay for it, so you can pay for it!"

Fang Han smiled embarrassedly.

Jiang Cheng snorted: "How much is your life worth?!"

Jiang Xiaowan snorted: "I will help me, please help me, my father!"

"He saved your life because he saved my old life!" Jiang Cheng snorted: "I'm repaying my life-saving grace!"

Fang Han smiled bitterly and said, "Master, Miss Xiaowan..."

"I really think my dad cares about your life-saving grace!" Jiang Xiaowan glanced at him: "Don't you like you?"

Fang Han was helpless, it seemed that she was very angry and smiled bitterly: "I like to drink Longjing."

"I know!" Jiang Xiaowan snorted and turned his head and said, "Dad, when will I have dinner?"

Jiang Cheng asked with a smile: "Where is your mother?"

"Mom has gone to Aunt Mei's house and can't come back today." Jiang Xiaowan said: "I'll order a table of Sanweizhai dishes!"

"Yeah, it's up to you." Jiang Cheng waved his hand: "Come on, Fang Han, come and have a look when practicing sword!"

Fang Han nodded with a smile, and his face suddenly became solemn when he stood up. Jiang Xiaowan was shocked, and his heart seemed to stop beating.

Jiang Cheng nodded and learned the essence of swordsmanship. It is really rare to combine the spirit and sword!

Fang Han waved his sword, and the sword light wrapped him in it, as if there was a light shield outside his body. His expression was solemn and his movements were free, like a hermit with a high crown and broad belt dancing with the wind at the end of a cliff.

"Okay! OK!" Jiang Cheng applauded and shook his head

The sword technique he passed on to Fang Han was so successful that he could practice it in just one week, which was beyond imagination.

Fang Han stopped the sword, and his murderous aura suddenly retracted and returned to his gentle and peaceful state: "Master, is that okay?"

"I really didn't expect you to have such insight!" Jiang Cheng shook his head and said, "I used to say that there were martial arts geniuses, but I didn't accept that I had to practice martial arts hard. I couldn't hide this thing from others. Today I have seen it."

Fang Han said embarrassedly: "I may be more attentive, practice swords all the time, and practice in my sleep."

This sword technique seems to have only been practicing for seven days. He has been practicing hard in the dream world for seven years. If it weren't for the differences in the bodies of the two worlds, the fire would have been deeper.

Jiang Cheng nodded: "Well, only in this way can we master the essence in a short time."

Jiang Xiaowan held Zhen's head with her arm and watched quietly, feeling that Fang Han's sword was so beautiful. She had seen many literary performances, and those stage dances were beautiful, far from Fang Han.

The two practiced swords all morning, and at noon Sanweizhai brought a large table of dishes. The three of them sat around the table. Jiang Cheng picked up his bottle of wine and poured three small cups.

Jiang Xiaowan smiled and said, "I have taken all of it with Fang Han!"

"What wine do you, a girl, drink?" Jiang Cheng snorted.

Jiang Xiaowan said: "Dad, how can I not drink when I am socializing outside!"

Jiang Cheng shook his head: "This girl is not at home all day long and she is crazy outside all day long. Only Fang Han can stay honestly when she comes."

"Dad, I'm not crazy. Am I good at work?"

“Work on weekends too?”

"We have to have social events on weekends." Jiang Xiaowan shook her head and said, "I don't like golf, fish, and horse riding, I don't like it either!"

"Sister Xiaowan doesn't like riding a horse?" Fang Han smiled.

Jiang Xiaowan waved his hand: "I have always been worried that it will snatch the sneer and lift me down!"

Fang Han smiled and said, "I have some experience in riding skills. I'll come here to find Sister Xiaowan and I'll teach you well. In fact, the horse is very gentle. If you want to find its language, you will communicate with it."

"You can still ride a horse?"

The two started chatting happily. Jiang Cheng squinted his eyes slightly, savoring the deliciousness of braised pork, and ignoring the two of them.

After a while, Jiang Cheng suddenly spoke: "Fang Han, are you treating Lao Hua?"

Fang Han was stunned: "How did Master know?"

"There is no airtight wall in the world!" Jiang Cheng snorted.

Fang Han frowned and thought for a while, but he had no flaws.
Chapter completed!