"Master Fang always gives Yanran unexpected surprises time and time again."

After leaving the banquet, Ji Yanran couldn't help but sigh when she recalled the previous scene. Xiao Weimu was a well-known swordsman in Qi State, but he fainted in front of Fang Zheng without even drawing his sword, which shocked the whole audience.

"It's okay. I think it's a lot of trouble. To be honest, I haven't encountered this kind of jealousy for a long time."

"Yeah?"

"Of course, after all, if ordinary people see Fang, any self-aware person would have chosen to get out of here, so as not to get into trouble. Fang hasn't seen a guy as ignorant as Xiao Weimou in a long time."

"Mr. Fang, your evaluation of yourself is too..."

Hearing this, Ji Yanran was speechless again. She didn't know what to say, so she had to change the subject.

"But, Master Fang, do you really know swordsmanship?"

"Of course, my swordsmanship is extraordinary and unparalleled in the world."

It's just bragging anyway, Fang Zheng never needs to draft.

"I once worshipped the Sword Saint as my master and learned a set of Holy Spirit Sword Techniques. The strongest of them, the Twenty-three Heaven-Destroying Swords, is unstoppable. There is also a move called Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Origin, which is the highest realm of swordsmanship. Once you use the Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Origin, it is like a servant meeting his master, who can come when he calls and go when he waves..."

Everyone is praising it anyway, so why do you care whether I am praising Feng Yun or Xun Qin?

As long as the standard is high enough, it's fine.

"Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect... Just the name alone is enough to make people yearn for it..."

Someone like Ji Yanran has been fooled now.

"Is there really such a magical sword technique in the world? Yanran really wants to see it with her own eyes."

"You'll see if you get a chance."

Fang Zheng chuckled.

With the previous experience of Xiao Weimou, no one dared to trouble Fang Zheng after that. In the next few days, Fang Zheng also stayed in Yahu Villa, which made others secretly hate him. Although Ji Yanran has not officially announced it yet, anyone who is not blind can see that this talented woman is obviously taken. And what's more terrible is that it is difficult to find this taker...

Of course, the incredible power that Fang Zheng had displayed at the previous banquet also attracted the attention of various powerful forces. Lord Xinling and King Wei both sent people to invite him to the banquet, but Fang Zheng refused. As for Ji Yanran, she had already dismissed her servants and was concentrating on preparing to go to Xiaoyao Palace.

Just like that, three days passed in a flash, and the originally bustling Yahu Cottage gradually became deserted.

That night, when Fang Zheng walked into the cottage, he saw Ji Yanran sitting by the window, looking at the beautiful scenery outside and drinking by herself.

"When I think about leaving here, Yanran feels reluctant."

Seeing Fang Zheng coming in, Ji Yanran smiled at him, but Fang Zheng didn't care much.

"People are like this. It's normal to be nostalgic. If possible, everyone would like to stay in one place for a million or eight hundred thousand years without moving."

For example, a certain goddess of order did this.

Hearing Fang Zheng's answer, Ji Yanran smiled, then she was silent for a moment and spoke again.

"Master Fang, do you know why Ji Yanran invited young talents from various countries to discuss literature and martial arts here? One is to find her husband, and the other wish is to assist the new saint to unify the world so that the people will no longer suffer from war. But after listening to Master Fang's words, Yanran always felt that her previous thoughts seemed too naive, so she agreed to Master Fang's invitation to go to Xiaoyao Palace, but at this time, Yanran began to doubt whether her choice was correct..."

"Oh, you don't have to worry about that."

Hearing Ji Yanran's sigh, Fang Zheng gave the spoiler without hesitation.

"In twenty years, someone will unify the six kingdoms and put an end to the current chaos."

"Are you serious?"

Ji Yanran's body trembled and she looked at Fang Zheng in surprise, and Fang Zheng nodded.

"Almost. Strictly speaking, it's very likely. Of course, it's not certain."

"If you, Master Fang, lend a helping hand, it will only be a matter of time before the world is unified. Could it be that Master Fang, you already have a king you want to help?"

At this moment, Ji Yanran also stood up, walked to Fang Zheng, and asked curiously. Facing Ji Yanran's question, Fang Zheng laughed.

"Didn't Master Ji ever think that I would become an emperor?"

"If Mr. Fang has this in mind, then Yanran doesn't have to worry so much."

Ji Yanran shook her head, apparently not particularly concerned about Fang Zheng's teasing.

"Master Fang is quick-witted, capable of what others cannot, and good at socializing. It is said that he is a reincarnated celestial being. If he starts a rebellion, he will surely win the support of hundreds of people."

"Hiss... Don't tell me, now that you mention it, I really want to be the emperor."

It would have been fine if Ji Yanran hadn't said anything. But after she said that, Fang Zheng actually had some ideas. After he knew that this was the world of A Step into the Past, he had thought about being a passer-by. But after Ji Yanran's usurpation, Fang Zheng's mind immediately became active. Indeed, even according to A Step into the Past, Qin Shihuang didn't have a good life for a few years after unifying the six kingdoms. What about me? After all, I have thousands of years more experience and knowledge than the ancients, and I know how to improve the national strength step by step.

If I could unify the Warring States and become the emperor, I wouldn't have to worry about the death of Qin II, nor would I have to consider Xiang Yu and Liu Bang. You have to know that you have to stay in this world for a thousand years. A thousand years, according to history, that is the Han, Jin, Wei, Southern and Northern Dynasties, Sui, Tang, Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms...

If I were in power, the Three Kingdoms era would be over, and the Five Barbarians' Invasion of China would not have happened... Hmm...

You know what, when Fang Zheng thought about it, he actually found this proposal quite tempting.

"I shouldn't have come to chat about this with you, Mr. Ji."

Coming back to his senses, Fang Zheng smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"While we were chatting, I almost ended up getting myself involved."

Speaking of this, Fang Zheng also had mixed feelings. It was like you set up a guild to play Jian Wang 3, but someone recommended you to play Civilization...

More importantly, civilization really does waste time!

Is a thousand years enough time to achieve a technological or cultural victory?

Fang Zheng has enough confidence that this thousand years is enough to lay a good foundation for the development of science and technology and productivity in the whole of China.

But if you want to play Civilization, it's obviously not as exciting as Jian Wang 3...

Um?

That’s not right. Didn’t Kangxi also make a secret visit?

"Let's discuss this matter later."

Fang Zheng patted his head and threw aside the strange thoughts in his mind.

"In fact, this time I'm here to invite you, Mr. Ji, to watch a good show."

"Good show?"

"That's right."

Facing Ji Yanran's curious gaze, Fang Zheng smiled slightly.

"It's a good play of a hero saving a beautiful girl."

When Fang Zheng pulled Ji Yanran to the rooftop of Daliang's capital, they soon saw dark shadows fighting in the dark alleys.

"That is... Xiang Bingwei and the Third Princess?"

Ji Yanran stared at the two fighting parties for a moment, then spoke in surprise, and Fang Zheng nodded.

"Yes, it seems that the plot of the prince charming saving the princess is still going on."

The reason why Fang Zheng came here was because he remembered it very clearly. This was the worst time for Xiang Shaolong in the original novel. He tried to escape from Daliang with Zhao Qian, but was blocked by Xiao Weimou and his men. After all, no matter how much Xiang Shaolong was the protagonist, he was just a mortal. As the saying goes, two fists cannot beat four hands, not to mention that Xiao Weimou brought dozens of family generals to besiege him. Xiang Shaolong had to fight alone with a princess who had no ability to fight back, which was basically tantamount to suicide.

In the original novel, Ji Yanran came to the rescue of Xiang Shaolong when he was in danger, but unfortunately, Ji Yanran doesn't seem to care too much about Xiang Shaolong at the moment, and naturally she won't keep a close eye on his whereabouts and rescue him like in the original novel.

So Fang Zheng came to help. After all, he is the ancestor of time-travel literature, so he should at least provide some extra services.

"Mr. Ji, do you still remember that I once told you that Fang has a move called Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Origin?"

Looking at the melee in the alley not far away, Fang Zheng chuckled and asked, and Ji Yanran's eyes lit up.

"Of course I remember."

"Then please take a look at it, everyone."

As he spoke, Fang Zheng slowly raised his right hand.

The next moment, including Xiao Weimou, everyone's swords suddenly began to swing violently. This sudden scene also scared everyone. Xiao Weimou and others scattered in confusion, and Xiang Shaolong, who was covered in wounds, also looked at this strange scene in surprise, not knowing what to do.

Soon, the swings of the swords became larger and larger, as if they were self-aware beasts that no longer obeyed their masters' orders. Some even tried to hold the swords with both hands, and just as they began to exert force, they felt a huge suction force coming, and the next moment the swords in their hands suddenly flew into the air and circled in front of Fang Zheng, like guards, surrounding the monarch in front of them.

Fang Zheng slowly lowered his hand and swung it forward.

“Whoosh!”

Along with Fang Zheng's movements, dozens of long swords shot out again, directly piercing through the bodies of Xiao Weimou and others, nailing them to the wall and the ground. In just a moment, Xiao Weimou and the elite warriors he brought to besiege Xiang Shaolong were all killed.

Seeing this scene, Xiang Shaolong was also stunned, but at least he still remembered what he should do. He gritted his teeth and hurriedly left the alley with Zhao Qian on his back, following the original escape route. At this moment, a voice came to Xiang Shaolong's ears.

"Xiang Bingwei, you owe me one."

Hearing the voice, Xiang Shaolong was shocked and turned around, but there was no one around.

"What's wrong?"

At this moment, Zhao Qian was looking at her beloved man in surprise. When Xiang Shaolong heard Zhao Qian's voice, he came back to his senses and took a deep breath.

"Nothing, let's go."

Then he turned around and disappeared into the night with Zhao Qian.