"Crack! Crack!"

The sound of flames burning and exploding in the blacksmith's shop was particularly obvious, and the red-hot iron block was deformed little by little by the blacksmith's rhythmic hammering.

When Fang Miao walked into the shop, she felt a burst of heat blowing towards her.

"Master Qiu, let me get the weapons."

She shouted to the blacksmith working on the iron.

The Qiu family blacksmith shop is the most famous blacksmith shop in the mountain city. Fang Miao made inquiries from many sources and finally decided to order a weapon here a few days ago.

Master Qiu, with his muscular upper body naked, was standing by the stove, hammering the iron block in his hand repeatedly until it deformed and formed a rough shape.

He wiped the sweat off his body and glanced at Fang Miao at the door.

The woman had extremely fair skin, and her eyes and brows were as bright and lively as mountains and rivers. She was wearing a plain long skirt, and her black hair was casually tied behind her head with a black wooden hairpin. When she saw him looking at her, her red lips curved slightly in a smile.

"Well, wait a minute." Master Qiu came out and gave some instructions, then went back into the shop.

After a while, he came out and handed Fang Miao a knife.

The knife is less than three feet long and of moderate weight. The blade is narrow and thin, appearing somewhat delicate. However, the blade shines with a cold light in the sunlight, making no one dare to underestimate it.

Fang Miao took the black hilt of the knife, held it in his hand and waved it a few times, and the blade made a series of sounds of breaking through the air.

Satisfied with this, she paid the money and thought about putting the knife away: "Master Qiu, do you have a suitable sheath for this knife?"

Master Qiu: “Here.”

She looked up and took the thing thrown from the air. It was a black scabbard without any patterns, and the knife was inserted into it seamlessly.

Fang Miao put the knife away and said, "Thank you, Master Qiu. The knife is very good."

Master Qiu nodded at her silently and turned to go into the shop. After a while, the sound of hammers hitting each other was heard again.

A woman in plain clothes, with a long black sword slung around her waist, walked slowly away on the street.

…

On the mountain, inside the Bishui Tower.

The bright sunlight shone on the lake, sending tiny flashes of light. On the empty wooden terrace above the lake, a woman in plain clothes was waving a long sword that shone with a cold light in her hand.

As the woman's knife sliced ​​through the air with seemingly slow but actually swift movements, bursts of breaking sounds echoed on the terrace. There was a strange beauty flowing through each move, as if the person wielding the knife and the flow of the lake had strangely merged into one at some point.

Or you could say that the knife is like flowing water, flowing endlessly.

As the long sword was swung out for the last time, Fang Miao felt that the casual feeling of the sword like flowing water disappeared. Her eyelashes drooped and a sigh flashed in her eyes. She just felt the feeling of the sword like flowing water again. This feeling is hard to describe. It was only when she swung the sword at a certain moment that the Green Water Technique in her body was used naturally.

Although I had just used it, luck played a big part in it. As I put away the knife, the feeling disappeared in the blink of an eye.

She slowly recalled, trying her best to remember the feeling just now, and after making sure that there was no more gain, she reluctantly put away the knife.

"Second Senior Sister, Second Senior Sister."

In the corridor, Fang Miao was walking briskly with a knife in hand, her dress fluttering in the wind. She heard someone calling her from the front.

She looked up following the sound and saw He Ning in a green dress jogging after her at the corner.

"Junior sister, what's wrong?" Fang Miao stopped and looked at her and asked.

He Ning's round face had a messy bang from running all the way. She used her small hands to casually smooth it out before standing up and looking up, explaining in a soft voice, "Second Senior Sister, the host was anxious and asked me to come find you."

"Okay, got it." Fang Miao couldn't help but raise her hand to rub her bangs, and saw the little girl's watery eyes widen.

Fang Miao's evil humor came into play. She looked at He Ning, who was stunned for a moment and then ran away, without even smiling.

After a while, she changed her clothes and went to the wooden building to find her master to reply.

"master."

Fang Miao clasped his fists and carried his luggage.

"Miao'er, here I come."

Shui Ruoqing was wearing a light white embroidered dress and was standing by the window watering a half-blooming plant. She saw Fang Miao come in out of the corner of her eye and spoke casually.

She put down the shower head, fiddled with the flower bud with her fair fingers, looked up at Fang Miao and motioned her to follow, and the two of them walked into the room.

"Master Wuhui has sent the invitation to the martial arts conference. Miao'er, you should get ready and go with Elder Miao and his disciples tomorrow." She handed the invitation on the table to Fang Miao.

"Yes, Master."

Fang Miao took the invitation and bowed to take her leave.

…

The next day.

When the sky was just getting light, Fang Miao and his group rode their horses down the mountain.

The invitation stated that the martial arts conference would be held on the first day of the next month, which meant they had to arrive in the Central Plains within the fifteenth day.

Shaolin Temple is a major sect in the Central Plains, and Bishui Tower is located in the southwest corner of the mountain city. Time is tight, so they ride their horses at full speed all the way north.

“Ouch~”

A few days later, Fang Miao stopped his horse, wearing a hat and looking at the tall city not far away.

"Chang'an City is just ahead!"

A disciple in the group behind him exclaimed as he looked at the city.

"Elder Miao, we've been traveling for several days straight. Why don't we go into the city to rest?"

Fang Miao stood in front of the team on horseback and asked Elder Miao beside him for instructions.

Elder Miao was about thirty years old, with a stern face and rarely spoke. He was the elder in charge of rewards and punishments for the disciples in the building. Upon hearing this, he nodded lightly to show his agreement.

A moment later, a group of people dismounted and lined up to enter the city.

The streets in Chang'an City were exceptionally clean, with a constant flow of people. There were various food stalls on both sides of the road. The group led their horses straight to the inn.

"Dear guests, would you like to stay overnight or have a meal at the hotel?"

As soon as the waiter saw everyone entering the inn, he came forward to greet them.

"Stay in the hotel, boss, please give us ten good rooms."

Fang Miao took out a piece of gold from her bosom and placed it on the counter.

The shopkeeper, fiddling with the abacus, took the money and looked up at the woman in the hat in front of him with a smile on his face: "Young lady, please take your cards and I will take you upstairs."

As he said this, he gestured to the waiter next to him.

Fang Miao took the pair of ancient room cards, distributed them to everyone, and went to the room upstairs under the guidance of the waiter.

They had been traveling for several days and after checking into the inn, they each washed up and rested.

…

The next day, Fang Miao just went downstairs and heard a loud noise.

"Such a large inn doesn't even have a single vacant room?"

The girl's voice was arrogant and her face was full of suspicion.

"Sir, there really aren't any more rooms left. There are so many people coming to the Shaolin Temple event that all the rooms are booked."

The innkeeper explained helplessly as the girl's sword pointed at his neck.

"Junior sister, forget it, let's look somewhere else."

The sword-wielding man beside the girl tried to persuade her.

It seemed that the two men and the shopkeeper had been arguing for quite some time, and some guests in the lobby were secretly watching the farce.

At this moment, seeing people leave, they all looked away in boredom.

The shopkeeper was frightened by the girl and broke out in a cold sweat, which he was wiping with his hands.

Fang Miao didn't care about the farce just now. She walked over, tapped the counter with her hand and said, "Boss, bring some food."

The waiter next to him saw this and came over to ask, "Miss, what would you like to eat?"

"Just two signature dishes." She glanced at the lobby and replied casually.

"Okay!" The waiter nodded and went to the kitchen.

"Sir, is it convenient for us to share a table?"

Fang Miao searched for a long time and found only an empty seat at a table by the window. She walked to that table and asked.