The ranger looked at Fang Jian's arm and saw that there were no 'imprints' at all.
But the ranger took a step back, inserted the horizontal sword in his hand into the scabbard, then reached out and took out a piece of silver from his arms, holding the silver in both hands, and put it into Fang Jian's hand.
Then the ranger respectfully bowed to Fang Jian and said, "I'm sorry, it's my fault. I accidentally hurt you. This ingot of silver is my apology. Please accept it."
"..." Yan Daoqing stared at this scene dumbfounded. He didn't understand why the ranger who was so vicious just now was so respectful to Fang Jian at this moment.
Yan Daoqing didn't know the reason, but the ranger did.
His horizontal sword was made of hundreds of refined steel and was extremely sharp. The sword he just made used at least 70% of his strength, but it didn't leave even a mark on Fang Jian's arm.
It can be seen that this seemingly frail young man is definitely someone he cannot afford to offend.
For a ranger like him who walks around, the most important thing is his eyes. If you can't even tell what kind of people you can and can't mess with, then don't be a ranger.
So the ranger paid the money, bowed and apologized, and after doing all this, turned around and left, never to stay any longer.
Seeing the ranger turn and leave, Yan Daoqing turned to Fang Jian who was putting money into his sleeves and said, "You just let him go like this?"
Yan Daoqing also realized at this time that the ranger was so afraid of this person, which meant that this person was not as ordinary as he appeared.
Fang Jian collected the money and said with a smile: "He chopped me once and gave me a piece of silver as compensation. It's very reasonable. What's wrong?"
Yan Daoqing pointed to the body of the servant on the ground and said, "But he killed someone."
"Just kill him, what does it have to do with me?" Fang Jian spread his hands and said: "I didn't kill the person. Besides, this person punched me. Now that he is dead, I have nowhere to take revenge. "
"..." Yan Daoqing was speechless.
Indeed, the death of the servant leader had nothing to do with Fang Jian. If it did, he still owed Fang Jian a punch.
Fang Jian shook his sleeves and said, "Oh, you can get a piece of silver with one stab. I really want to get stabbed a few more times."
Hearing this, Yan Daoqing said disdainfully: "Silver? My family has a lot of silver. As long as you help me kill the man just now, I can give you a hundred ingots."
Fang Jian waved his hands repeatedly and said: "Forget it, I don't earn this money. Now that your servants are dying and running away, how are you and your wife going to go up the mountain?"
Yan Daoqing frowned suddenly, yes, now the horse is dead and the carriage is broken, how should we go up the mountain?
Yan Daoqing, who was in trouble, glanced out of the corner of his eye and suddenly saw a tall and elegant jade-white BMW, which was Fang Jian's third prince.
Yan Daoqing's eyes lit up and he immediately said to Fang Jian: "I think your horse is good, sell it to me!"
"Not for sale." Fang Jian shook his head.
Yan Daoqing hesitated for a moment, then took out a gold ingot from his sleeve and said, "Sell me your horse, and this gold will be yours."
Fang Jian looked at the gold in Yan Daoqing's hand and sighed: "You have really never traveled far. You just take out such a big piece of gold. Aren't you afraid that I will kill people and steal the goods?"
With that said, Fang Jian pointed to the direction where the ranger left just now and said, "That ranger is so afraid of me, aren't you afraid of me?"
Yan Daoqing said: "I think you are a person who loves money. Anyone who loves money will not kill people at will and cause trouble for themselves."
"But there are also people who seek wealth and murder." Fang Jian said.
Yan Daoqing said: "I can only believe that you are not that kind of person."
Fang Jian smiled lightly and said, "I'm really not that kind of person, but I don't want your gold, and I won't sell your horses to you."
After Fang Jian finished speaking, he turned around and landed on the third prince's back. Then he looked down at Yan Daoqing and said, "But I like to see people crippled. You just wanted to hit me, now I'm going to It’s your joke.”
When Yan Daoqing heard this, his heart suddenly became angry, but after taking a few deep breaths, he managed to endure it.
This was the first time in his life that he could hold back his anger. If his parents saw it, they would be surprised.
"Hahaha." Fang Jian laughed loudly, and then he rode up the mountain. He turned back and said to Yan Daoqing: "I'll wait for you on the mountain. You have to hurry up, otherwise your wife's illness will not be delayed."
After saying that, Fang Jian's figure had disappeared into the dense mountain forest.
"You bastard!" Yan Daoqing cursed secretly in the direction Fang Jian left. Then he looked back and saw the horse corpse and the corpse of the servant leader on the ground.
Yan Daoqing looked at the corpse on the ground and felt a tingle in his heart. It was not advisable to stay here for a long time, for fear that the ranger would come back again.
"Husband, are you okay?" At this time, the lady's gentle and delicate voice came from the carriage.
Yan Daoqing's eyes softened and he said, "It's okay, madam."
Mrs. Yan Daoqing said: "Is the carriage broken down? If the carriage is broken down, let's go down the mountain first. Husband, don't take risks."
Hearing his wife's words, Yan Daoqing didn't understand that his wife already had a general understanding of what happened just now. He was moved in his heart. His wife was smart and knew many things, but she was willing to be someone in front of him. A stupid woman who doesn’t even know.
Thinking of this, Yan Daoqing looked back at the towering Persimmon Mountain, and then gritted his teeth and said: "Madam, it's okay. If the carriage breaks down, it will break down. I have to carry you to the miracle doctor!"
After saying that, Yan Daoqing immediately rolled up his sleeves and tied his hair tightly, then took out a jade belt, bent down, opened the carriage door and entered the carriage.
"Madam, cover your eyes." Yan Daoqing covered his wife's eyes with a jade belt to prevent her from being frightened by the bloody scene outside.
Mrs. Yan Daoqing was very obedient and showed no resistance to Yan Daoqing's actions.
After Yan Daoqing covered his wife's eyes, he took her hand and walked out of the carriage first, and then carried his wife on his back when they came outside the carriage.
Then, Yan Daoqing took firm steps and climbed towards the top of the mountain step by step with his wife on his back.
...
On the top of Shishan Mountain, the glow is diffuse and the flowers and plants are flourishing.
A simple and ordinary wooden house is located in the clouds on the top of the mountain, among the garden full of herbs and flowers.
Fang Jian held the third prince in hand and smelled the fragrance of medicinal materials from a distance, and at the same time sensed the Qi of a true fairyland.
"Zixu Yishu" is right. There is indeed a monk in the true fairyland here, but she is a female monk.
Moreover, "Zixu Yishu" also calculates that this female cultivator is a disciple of a great golden immortal in the Taoist sect, so her energy is pure and awe-inspiring, without any impurities.
'Puff'
The third prince snorted and seemed to be a little resistant to the smell of medicinal materials here. Fang Jian turned around and looked at the third prince, then took off the reins and said: "Now you can go wild, but only in this persimmon." Above the mountains and clouds, you are not allowed to go to the mortal world."
'唏伦'
When the third prince heard this, he neighed happily, then rubbed Fang Jian's cheek with his own face, turned around and disappeared into a rainbow of light in the sky.
"Who is outside?" An old voice sounded from inside the wooden house.
Then with a "squeak", the front door of the wooden house was slowly pushed open, and an old man wearing light gray cloth, a green scarf to tie his hair, a long beard and white eyebrows, a kind and kind face, walked out with a cane.
Fang Jian looked at the old man who came out with a smile on his face. She was obviously a little girl, but she turned into an octogenarian. Her every move was really cute in Fang Jian's eyes.
However, Fang Jian quickly stopped smiling, then walked to the front of the fence courtyard and said, "Is this the residence of Dr. He?"
The old man walked slowly to the wall of the fence courtyard with a cane. He looked at Fang Jian and said, "My surname is He, but I am not a miracle doctor. I just know some medical skills."
"Oh, then you are Doctor He, everyone calls you that." Fang Jian said.
The 'old man' smiled faintly, stroked his beard and said, "Oh, people in the world are ignorant, forget it, you can call me that if you want."
After saying that, Divine Doctor He glanced behind Fang Jian and said, "I seemed to hear a horse braying just now?"
Fang Jian nodded and said, "Yes, it's the dismounted horse."
"Where's your horse?" Doctor He looked around, "You have to take good care of your horse and don't trample on my medicine field."
Fang Jian smiled and said, "Don't worry, Doctor He. It can't trample on your medicinal fields. Where did it go?" Fang Jian pointed to the cliff not far away.
"Jumped off a cliff?" Doctor He said with a slightly surprised look on his face.
"..." Fang Jian nodded and said, "He jumped off the cliff."
Divine Doctor He was very surprised. She also looked at Fang Jian with curiosity. She always felt that something was wrong with the man in front of her. First of all, he went up the mountain to outside the courtyard, but her spiritual mind did not detect him.
"Why did it jump off the cliff?" Doctor He asked.
Fang Jian shrugged and said, "I don't know, maybe it's because it's afraid of stepping on your medicinal field."
"..." Doctor He was startled when she heard this, then shook her head and said, "Why is this so?" Then, while Fang Jian wasn't paying attention, she shot Fang Jian with a flash of light in her eyes. past.
But Fang Jian stood there without any reaction, and he also had no reaction to the light shining on him from the eyes of Divine Doctor He.
Doctor He's aura fell on Fang Jian, allowing her to see through Fang Jian's body.
Well, there is nothing unusual. It seems that he is not a cultivator. It is just a little strange. Why is my spiritual mind not aware of this person at all?
Maybe... He Shenyi looked at Fang Jian, could this person be a person with great luck, so his luck obscured the secrets of heaven, so that his spiritual mind could not detect him going up the mountain?
That should be it! Doctor He's eyes lit up slightly when he thought of this.
"Miracle Doctor He, why are you looking at me like this?" Fang Jian asked Doctor He in confusion.
"Ah?" Doctor He came back to his senses, then coughed, raised his head and stroked his beard, and said enigmatically: "Where did you come from?"
