Chapter 348 Familiar Sword Moves

"That's right! My master is the Sword God Li Xiangyi!"

Fang Duobing, who was drunk and snoring, excitedly got up, swayed, raised the wine jug high, and shouted proudly.

Li Lianhua found it absurd. The poison of the green tea had no effect on erasing memories. He couldn't figure out where Lan Yan came from, so it was unreasonable that he wouldn't remember having an extra disciple!

Seeing that Lan Yan's mood had clearly changed because of Fang Duobing's answer, Li Lianhua asked mockingly, "Have you had too much to drink? How come I didn't know that Li Xiangyi had taken on a disciple?"

Fang Duobing staggered and was supported by Lan Yan. He waved his hand, sat down next to Lan Yan, and muttered, "I wouldn't tell this to just anyone. I only told you because of Brother Lan. Nobody else knows about this."

Li Lianhua chuckled: "Yes, I guess he himself didn't know either."

"You don't believe me?" Fang Duobing stood up again. "Then I'll explain it to you properly."

“I was frail and sickly from a young age. My mother didn’t even give me a formal name, fearing I wouldn’t live to adulthood. When I was ten, my mother found her younger brother who had been lost since childhood. He was Shan Gu Dao, the senior brother of Li Xiangyi, the vice sect leader of the Si Gu Sect…”

Li Lianhua's smile faded, and she turned to look at Fang Duobing with slight surprise. At the same time, Lan Yan's lips also fell into a slightly unhappy smile.

Li Lianhua hesitated before asking, "Is Shan Gudao your uncle?"

“My mother disliked the martial arts world from a young age, so she didn’t want my uncle to make their relationship public. My uncle secretly wanted to teach me martial arts, but I was too weak at that time, and my uncle always scolded me for being useless…”

As Fang Duobing spoke, he drifted into memories, thinking of his former self—thin, sickly, and helpless—and of Li Xiangyi's appearance. Li Xiangyi was like a ray of light in the darkness, inspiring him to grow.

"Before he left, he told me not to lose the sword again... That was the only time I ever saw Li Xiangyi, but now I don't even remember what he looks like..."

Fang Duobing's voice was low and somber, while Li Lianhua on the other side remained silent, though her eyes were also filled with tears. In the midst of the somber atmosphere, Lan Yan, sitting in the middle, suddenly stirred the fire in front of him.

The flames rose high, instantly attracting their attention.

“You are better than the people from Sigumen,” Lan Yan glanced sideways and turned to Fang Duobing, his usually casual demeanor now showing a hint of seriousness. “Fang Duobing, for Li Xiangyi’s sake, I’ll teach you a move. Watch closely.”

Lan Yan stood tall and straight beside the campfire, the blindfold ribbon fluttering gently in the night breeze.

He slowly drew his non-white sword, its blade entirely black, yet it shone brightly against the cold moonlight, radiating a chilling aura.

Her steps were nimble, her figure like a ghost, elusive yet possessing an indescribable elegance and untamed spirit. Her longsword whistled through the air, drawing an extremely sharp arc, like the moon falling into the western sea, carrying an indomitable momentum and determination.

Fang Duobing sat to the side, his eyes wide open, staring intently at Lan Yan's every move, completely absorbed in the sword techniques Lan Yan was displaying.

On the other side, Li Lianhua's previously calm face instantly changed color. Unable to control her expression, her eyes were filled with shock and complex emotions. Such familiar sword techniques and lightness skills—just who was Lan Yan?

"Did you see it clearly?"

Lan Yan sheathed his sword, as if the frustration in his heart had been released through the gesture he had just made, and he regained his languid demeanor.

Fang Duobing clapped and nodded repeatedly, "That was amazing! Brother Lan, you're incredible! By the way, Brother Lan, what's that move called?"

Li Lianhua, who was sitting down next to him, also looked at Lan Yan, who had returned to his seat, and couldn't tell whether she was expecting or not expecting his answer.

Lan Yan chuckled, seemingly oblivious to Li Lianhua's scrutiny, and said slowly, "This move... I'll tell you when you've mastered it and can use it. Of course, if you meet the right person, maybe they'll tell you too."

Lan Yan spoke casually, but Li Lianhua suddenly felt guilty and turned her head away uncomfortably.

Fang Duobing wasn't discouraged at all; on the contrary, he was full of energy and assured Lan Yan, "Brother Lan, don't worry, I will definitely practice hard!"

"Come on, cheers!"

Fang Duobing raised his wine jug, and Lan Yan followed suit. Li Lianhua, seeing Fang Duobing's pitiful look, had no choice but to raise hers as well. The three wine jugs clinked together, making a crisp sound.

Fang Duobing happily took a big gulp, muttered a few words while holding the wine pot, and then collapsed into a daze.

Li Lianhua looked at Lan Yan, who continued drinking as if nothing had happened, and couldn't help but ask, "Aren't you going to do anything about it?"

Lan Yan raised an eyebrow: "This isn't the first time you've used this trick on him, is it?"

Li Lianhua touched her nose guiltily, thinking, "Why did I have to speak such obvious truths?"

Before he could answer, Lan Yan stood up gracefully, and Li Lianhua blurted out, "Where are you going?"

Lan Yan turned his head slightly: "Aren't you leaving?"

...

"Oh, you vixen, you vixen..."

Sitting in the Lotus Pavilion, Li Lianhua stroked the fox spirit's head and sighed. How could he have given in so easily? How could he have brought her back to the Lotus Pavilion?

Bringing him back is one thing, but he clearly has so many questions, why don't you dare to ask them?

"Woof..."

The fox spirit felt that if things continued like this, its "mid-life crisis" would arrive prematurely, so it couldn't help but remind its unreliable owner to let go of its head! A dog can't go bald!

Li Lianhua lowered her head and patted the fox spirit's head again: "What can you do besides eat and drink? I don't even know who the real fox spirit is. Let's go..."

As soon as the hand was released, the fox spirit couldn't wait to sneak back to the doghouse to enjoy the food given to her by her new half-master, while also protesting by turning her rear end towards her original master.

Li Lianhua was so angry she laughed, and couldn't help but shake her head, but her movements suddenly froze.

A familiar, excruciating pain suddenly surged from his internal organs, as if countless steel needles were piercing him simultaneously, or as if a raging fire was burning wildly within him. The poison of the green tea, like a dormant beast, had awakened once more, viciously tearing at his life force.

Li Lianhua's face turned deathly pale instantly, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. He bit his lower lip tightly, trying to resist the excruciating pain with his stubborn will, unwilling to disturb the other person in the building. However, the poison's power only intensified.

His body trembled uncontrollably. He reached out to steady himself on the table, but all his strength gave way. Instead, he knocked over the teacup on the table, the sound of the porcelain shattering particularly jarring in the quiet Lotus Pavilion.

"Woof woof!"

The fox spirit cried out in panic. Despite her disgust, this was her master!

"Vixen... be quiet..."

Li Lianhua managed to utter a few words, hoping that Lan Yan would sleep soundly. For the first time, he felt that being a lazy and sleepy person was a good quality.

But the next moment, the strong arm that supported him told him that his fantasy was just that—a fantasy.

"Hua Hua... Xiang Yi..."

In the last moment before Li Lianhua fell into a coma, she seemed to hear a familiar name. Was it just her imagination?