Fang Jian nodded and said, "I already know that Hong Yuanhua was expelled."
Fang Zhen looked at him and said, "But Hong Yuanhua said you were murdered, and he swore it was Master Wuxiang and his men who did it. After hearing this, Empress Wenlin and Immortal Weisheng checked the list of immortal officials in the Immortal Official Jade Disc and found nothing unusual about your immortal name. It's just that you haven't responded to the Nine Dragon Staff, so they sent me to take a look."
Upon hearing this, Fang Jian replied, "Today, while I was practicing, someone did use magical powers to harm me, but I was able to escape with the help of this fellow Taoist."
Fang Zhen was shocked when he heard this, "Is this true? Can supernatural powers be used to hide? How can one hide?"
Fang Jian looked at the singing old woodcutter and said, "This...he didn't want to tell me either. He only knew it was a method of using a substitute to die in his place. To prevent him from having any more murderous intentions, I restrained my magical powers and stopped responding to any messages."
"Do you know who it is?" Fang Zhen asked.
Fang Jian shook his head and said, "I don't know yet, but he must think I'm dead, so all we have to do now is wait."
"What are you waiting for?" Fang Zhen asked.
Fang Jian said, "Once all the feng shui maps of the Longshou Mountain Range are completed, the general can report my situation back to Master Weisheng and Empress Wenlin. It would be best if Luoyanling could also create the illusion that I had been killed."
Fang Zhen looked at Fang Jian and said, "In that case, how about you come back to Luoyan Ridge with me? It will be safer that way."
Fang Jian shook his head and said, "Don't worry. As a mountain god, my aura will be obscured by the temple as long as I'm within its boundaries. Furthermore, if they were the ones responsible, they wouldn't dare come here again. If I leave Yuquan Peak, I'll be more likely to be exposed."
Fang Zhen stared at Fang Jian closely for a moment, then nodded and said, "Okay, I understand. Zhenfu, be careful."
Fang Jian smiled and said, "Don't worry, I know what's going on."
Fang Zhen then stood up, bowed to Fang Jian, and turned to leave. As he turned, he said to the old woodcutter, "What song are you singing? It sounds weird..."
Then Fang Zhen took off into the air and turned into a ray of fairy light and flew out of Yuquan Peak.
"...When the tears dried up, blood welled up in my eyes, and the white snow turned red..." Fang Zhen left, and the old woodcutter finished his song.
After a long moment, the old woodcutter sighed and said, "Although the tune of this song is strange, it always leaves me feeling both carefree and melancholy after singing it, which makes me feel infinitely emotional. This must be considered a good song. Who wrote it?"
Fang Jian looked at the vast expanse of snow-covered mountains outside Yuquan Peak, then sat up straight and said, "A man named Li Xiaoyao."
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