These hands have been blessed by Guanyin, baptized by the Bodhisattva, smoked by the fragrance of Chang'e's osmanthus, soaked in the queen mother's elixir and jade liquid, and envied by the seven fairies.

When Bai Qinghou looked at Xiang Fang's almost flawless hands, he was a little stunned, as if he was looking at a shocking treasure.

Then, as if he suddenly realized his gaffe, he hurriedly smiled and said, "What? You don't believe what my old monkey said?"

Xiang Fang swirled the jade flute in his right hand, and the flower protection bell jingled.

Then, as if he was also admiring his flawless hands, he waited until he had appreciated enough, then slowly raised his head and said lightly: However, I believe in the facts more.

Although Bai Qinghou wanted to divert his attention, he couldn't help but stare at his hands.

In this world, it seems that such a wonderful hand is not seen very often, so I have to see it more often when I can see it now.

Then, as if he thought it was a little strange to stare at such a man's hand with such a dead look, he also smiled and said, "Oh, then, what is the fact that you are talking about?"

Xiang Fang pointed at Ji Sijue with the hand holding the white jade flute, and said loudly: There is only one Ji Sijue in the world, and this Ji Sijue is in front of us at this moment.

Although he said that the Ji Sijue in front of him was the real Ji Sijue, there was no trace of honor on Ji Sijue's face.

He even showed a very indifferent look, looked at Xiang Fang's flawless hands, and then looked at the knife he hung on his waist, and said coldly:

Although I often hear your prestige in the rivers and lakes, but I am not familiar with you at all, how can you conclude that I am the real Ji Sijue?

Xiang Fang didn't mind his indifference at all, he still had a nice smile on his face, and said: Although we don't know each other, I know that Ji Sijue is a rare swordsman in the rivers and lakes.

Hearing this, Ji Sijue's face suddenly showed a painful expression, as if he didn't want anyone to mention these things again, he just smiled bitterly, and then said lightly: However, I, a rare swordsman in the rivers and lakes, lost to Sword Thirty twenty years ago.

Xiang Fang's expression suddenly became serious, and he said in a deep voice: However, although you were defeated, no one denied it, Ji Sijue is a master with a sword, and he has not even denied it with a sword.

The reason why you lost to Sword Thirty is not because your swordsmanship is not as good as him, but because, Sword Thirty is a legend in the rivers and lakes, and absolutely no one can surpass this legend, there will be no one before, and there will be no one in the future.

Twenty years ago, although Bai Qingyi defeated Sword Thirty, but, in everyone's minds, Sword Thirty is still the fastest sword in the rivers and lakes, no one can replace it, Bai Qingyi can't, and neither can Tsing Yi.

Bai Qinghou's face changed suddenly, as if he was touched by something, he looked at Xiang Fang, then at Ji Sijue, and said in a deep voice:

Therefore, my proud and conceited second brother, although he defeated Sword Thirty twenty years ago, did not look happy at all, and always thought that he was invincible.

He always felt that the reason why he was able to defeat Sword Thirty was because Sword Thirty had just finished a duel with Burial Sword Island at that time, and he had lost more than half of his physical strength, and he had chosen to take advantage of it.

However, when he thought that Jian Thirty had recovered and asked him to duel again, he didn't expect that Jian Thirty had already buried his sword on the shore of Luoshui Lake and no longer cared about the affairs of the rivers and lakes.

So, my brother often felt so guilty that he finally ran away from home and disappeared, so that, in his mind, Sword Thirty was still undefeated.

Ji Sijue looked at him, and then looked at Xiang Fang again, his face was still cold, and he even snorted, and said, "Are you comforting me?"

Xiang Fang looked at his hand, as if admiring a faint ink painting, and then, with a slight smile, said: I'm just talking about the facts.

Ji Sijue looked at his hand, then at the gentle, thin, almost transparent knife he held in his hand, and said, "But in fact, I'm just a dead man."

Xiang Fang inserted the white jade flute behind him, and then walked to the picture of the country, and said with emotion: However, those who have died once are more terrifying.

Ji Sijue also walked in front of the picture of the country, stood side by side with him, and said: However, I don't think I have anything to scare you.

Xiang Fang put his flawless hands on the painting and brushed it gently, and he didn't know whether he was lamenting this beautiful picture of rivers and mountains, or brushing the dust that fell on it, and then, turning around, staring at him with sad eyes like late autumn, he said lightly:

But if you know the purpose of my trip, I'm afraid you will know why I should be afraid of you, because when the time comes, I can't kill you, you will kill me.

Ji Sijue didn't have a trace of expression on his face, he was cold, like the wall with a map of the country, and said: However, I don't want to know the purpose of your trip.

Speaking of this, he turned around and walked in front of Ji Bingyan, and then patted her shoulder, and his voice suddenly became very soft and soft, and said, Yan'er, let's go.

Xiang Fang also turned around and said aloud at his back: If I tell you, whose hands is that sword book now, will you still leave?

Ji Sijue didn't even stop, and still said coldly: My own things, I will find them back by myself, I don't need you to worry about it.

As soon as he finished speaking, the portable Ji Bingyan floated away.

Looking at his back, Xiang Fang seemed to be a little lost and embarrassed, and then, when he turned around, he saw Bai Qinghou looking at him, so he smiled and said: What a strange person.

However, the expression on Bai Qinghou's face was not as relaxed as his.

He looked at Ji Sijue, who was getting farther and farther away, and then looked at Fang Fang, with a look of doubt, and said: Do you really think he is the real Ji Sijue?

Xiang Fang crossed his hands, turned them up and down, and said: This is your problem?

Bai Qinghou was also looking at his hands, and also showed a look of appreciation, smiled, and said lightly: Actually, my problem is not only this.

Xiang Fang was still admiring his hand, and he didn't even raise his head, and said, "Oh?

Bai Qinghou suddenly put away the smile on his face, and became very serious, as if he really had some serious questions, and then waved his hand at the little monkey, signaling her to go in, and he had something to discuss with Xiang Fang.

When there were only the two of them left in the room, he said cautiously: Actually, whether this Ji Si is true or not has nothing to do with me at all.

Because Ji Sijue neither owes me money, nor does he have a grudge against me for killing my father, it doesn't matter if he is Ji Sijue or Ji Wujue, because I have encountered a really thorny problem, which causes me to eat badly all day long, sleep unsteadily, and fidget all the time.

Looking at his solemn expression, Xiang Fang seemed to be starting to become serious, shrunk his hands into his sleeves, crossed his hands on his chest, and said, "What tricky problems have you encountered?"

Bai Qinghou suddenly smiled bitterly, and said: It's not about your precious apprentice Zhuo Bufan and my precious son Bai Muyun, do you know that they are in trouble now?

Xiang Fang didn't speak, just looked at him and motioned for him to continue. 1.