"I understand."
Fang Han's expression remained unchanged and his voice was steady.
There was no excuse, just a calm response.
Whether you have that strength or not, you will know when the time comes. At this time, the war of words is meaningless.
Jin Han glanced at Fang Han and didn't say anything more, but there was clearly a bit of doubt in those Gujing Wubo eyes.
Chen Tianyuan saw the reactions of the two people in his eyes. He did not explain anything more, but simply said:
"This matter is settled. You will know the strength of Jin Elder and Fang Han in the future."
He glanced at the two of them.
"In order to prevent the news from leaking, you will set out tonight, put on regular clothes and keep a low profile."
"Yes."
Fang Han and Jin Han stood up at the same time, cupping their hands in response.
After exiting Sect Master's Hall, the cool evening breeze blew in my face, bringing with it the unique coolness of the mountains.
Fang Han and Jin Han walked out of the palace. They were not familiar with each other. In addition, due to the affairs in the palace, the atmosphere was tense and there was no conversation.
When they reached the fork in the road, Jin Han stopped and glanced sideways at Fang Han, his voice still strong:
"We will meet at the mountain gate in two hours."
After that, she passed the fork in the road and headed towards Elder Courtyard.
Fang Han, on the other hand, goes to True Transmission Courtyard through another fork in the road.
Two hours later, Azure Profound Sect Mountain Gate.
The moonlight is like water, illuminating the front of the mountain gate with a cold light.
Dozens of figures stood solemnly, all of them had changed out of their Azure Profound Sect clothes and were wearing all kinds of regular clothes.
in front of them.
Jin Han was dressed in a gray cloth robe, and his gray hair was tied up with a wooden hairpin. He looked like an old wanderer.
Fang Han is wearing a blue-gray robe, Cloudsplitter Sword is carefully wrapped in a strip of cloth and slung behind his back. He looks like an ordinary traveling scholar.
Jin Han's eyes stayed on Fang Han for a moment, without saying anything, he withdrew his gaze and said in a deep voice:
"Let's go."
Dozens of figures unfolded Body Movement at the same time, quietly submerged into the night, and soon disappeared at the end of the mountain road.
The night was as dark as ink, and the mountain paths glowed gray-white under the moonlight.
Fang Han A group of people stayed up day and night, avoiding towns along the way and traveling exclusively on remote mountain roads.
At dawn two days later, the team stopped in a mountain col.
"Just rest and wait here."
Jin Han chose a location with higher terrain and a wide view, and said.
This place is only more than ten miles away from the Qingyang Prefecture boundary. Over the mountain ridge in front is the East Foothills Prefecture boundary.
Everyone dispersed to rest. Fang Han sat down against a mossy rock, took out dry food from his arms, and chewed it slowly.
The morning light shines through the gaps in the branches and leaves, casting mottled light and shadow on the ground.
Birdsong is sparse in the forest, and a few insects chirp occasionally from the grass, making the mountains and fields even more tranquil.
He chewed the dry food and frowned almost imperceptibly.
A question has been lingering in his mind for two days and has never gone away.
"How did the sect learn that Nether Pavilion was secretly purchasing precious materials in another county?"
There are tacit rules among the top forces in each county.
If any top force reaches out to another county, it will be regarded as a serious provocation, which may cause conflict at least, or lead to joint suppression by the top forces in other counties.
Therefore, Azure Profound Sect should have no power outside the country.
But if Wu had no power outside the county, how did the sect know that Nether Pavilion was secretly purchasing precious materials outside the county?
"The sect is outside the county. Is there something hidden behind it?"
Fang Han stuffed the last piece of dry food into his mouth, swallowed it with water, and thought in his mind.
As soon as this thought arose, he suppressed it.
Even if the sect has some secret agents outside the county, with the intelligence capabilities of the secret agents, it may be difficult to find out that Nether Pavilion is secretly purchasing precious materials outside the county.
With the Nether Pavilion's caution, the purchase will be extremely secretive and secret, and will never be easily discovered.
"Don't think too much."
Fang Han shook his head and stopped thinking about it.
I think the sect has its own channels for such matters, and it's not his True Disciple disciple's responsibility to deal with them.
The sun was getting higher and it was getting sultry in the mountain valley.
Everyone found a shady place to rest. No one spoke, only the cicadas chirped in the forest.
Fang Han leaned against the rock, closed his eyes and rested.
<Thousand-Mile Soul Lock> maintains the minimum operation, and can sense the atmosphere within several miles around.
The smell of birds and animals, the smell of vegetation, the water vapor from distant streams - everything is as usual, no strange smell is approaching.
In the evening, the setting sun dyes the mountain ridge into a dark gold.
A sect letter eagle hovered in the sky. A Deacon man called the letter eagle down with an eagle whistle, took off the letter tied to the leg of the letter eagle, and handed it to Jin Han.
"Gold Elder, letter from the sect."
Jin Han took it and opened it.
His eyes scanned the handwriting on the letter, and those ancient and calm eyes wavered slightly.
She didn't speak, just handed the letter to Fang Han.
Fang Han took it and glanced at it.
The handwriting on the letter was concise, but it made him slightly startled.
"Ask Fang Han to sneak into Plain Valley City at night and head to the east of the city... to obtain important information. This matter must be kept secret."
His brows frowned slightly.
Plain Valley City is the small border town where he rested when he returned from East Foothills Prefecture last time, only a few dozen miles away.
What he just couldn't figure out was why the sect named him to get information?
He raised his head and his eyes fell on Jin Han's face.
The old woman looked as usual, showing no emotion. She just said calmly:
"Since the sect leader has arranged it this way, it makes sense. Fang True Disciple, go ahead."
Fang Han was silent for a moment, nodded, and Internal Qi shook his hand, completely shattering the letter.
He stood up and checked the Cloudsplitter Sword he was carrying behind him.
"Whoosh!"
After confirming that there was no danger, he swayed and flew several feet away.
After a few ups and downs, it disappeared into the dusk at the end of the mountain road.
The night is as dark as ink, and the city walls of Plain Valley City cast huge shadows in the moonlight.
Fang Han stood on the branches of an ancient tree outside the city, scanning the towering city wall.
The height of more than ten feet is an insurmountable chasm for ordinary warriors, but to him, it is nothing.
He did not rush to climb over the city wall, but activated <Thousand-Mile Soul Lock> first and carefully sensed the atmosphere inside and outside the city wall.
The breathing of the soldiers on duty was sparse, and the nearest one was a hundred feet away. His breathing was long and he was obviously taking a nap.
"Whoosh!"
After confirming that there was no danger, he moved.
<Windcloud Escape>After the Perfection Realm, his Body Movement has reached the state of perfection.
There was no Break the Wind sound in this sweep, no sound of clothes fluttering, and the whole person seemed to have turned into an invisible night wind.
He jumped up high, tapped his toes lightly on a brick in the middle of the city wall, and using his strength to get up again, he crossed the city wall and fell into the city silently.
Inside the city wall is a cluster of low private houses, the black tiles on the roofs glowing darkly in the moonlight.
"Whoosh!"
Fang Han landed lightly on a roof, glanced around, and after identifying the direction, he swept along the roof towards the east of the city.
Plain Valley City is not big, and the east part of the city is even more remote.
The street is narrow, and the shops on both sides have long been closed. Only a few wind lanterns sway in the night wind, casting a dim light.
Fang Han stopped at an alley and looked deep into the alley.
There is an inconspicuous courtyard there, with blue bricks and black tiles, and the walls are covered with vines.
It is exactly the place mentioned in the sect's letters as the place where information is obtained from the joint.
"Huh?"
Fang Han sensed this courtyard with <Thousand-Mile Soul Lock>, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.
Suppressing the surprise on his face, he walked towards the courtyard with very light steps and no sound when he landed.
When he came to the courtyard gate, he raised his hand and knocked lightly on the door panel three times.
"Duh, dunk, dunk."
The knocking sound was particularly clear in the quiet alley.
After a moment, the courtyard door opened a crack silently, and a young woman's face poked out from behind the door.
By the moonlight, Fang Han could see that face clearly.
The skin is as good as snow, the eyebrows are picturesque, and a pair of bright eyes shine softly in the darkness.
Her black hair was pulled into a simple bun with a jade hairpin inserted sideways. She was wearing a Moon-White long skirt and a light blue thin shirt.
It turned out to be Lan Yuexin, whom we were familiar with.
When he sensed the aura of Internal Qi in the hospital just now, the reason why he looked surprised was because he sensed the aura of Lan Yuexin.
"Master Fang Han, please come in."
Lan Yuexin seemed to have expected Fang Han to come. He stepped aside to get out of the way, his voice was soft and gentle as always.
Fang Han nodded slightly and stepped in.
The courtyard is small, with green bricks paving the floor, and a few bushes of Emerald Bamboo planted in the corners, rustling in the night wind.
Opposite the courtyard gate is a main room, with lights on at the moment, reflecting dim light through the window paper.
Lan Yuexin led him into the main room and closed the door behind his back.
Inside the house, there was a table and two chairs, and a small incense burner in the corner, which was spitting out curls of green smoke.
There is a pot of tea and two Teacup and Tea on the table, which are warm, obviously they have been kept warm.
"Miss Yue Xin, how could it be you?"
Fang Han sat down on the chair, his eyes fell on Lan Yuexin's face, and he was filled with doubts.
"Because it was me, Hundred Treasures Pavilion, who provided the information for the Azure Profound Sect."
Lan Yuexin sat down opposite Fang Han, picked up the teapot, and poured him a cup of tea, his movements elegant and calm.
"As you know, Hundred Treasures Pavilion also has business dealings outside the county."
"The batch of materials purchased by the Nether Pavilion was handled by several companies that cooperated with me, Hundred Treasures Pavilion. Although they were secretive, they could not hide it from me, Hundred Treasures Pavilion."
Fang Han The doubts that have been lingering in my heart for the past two days are solved.
Hundred Treasures Pavilion is one of the three major chambers of commerce of Qingyang Prefecture. Its business covers all cities in the county and there are many channels outside the county.
It is normal to find out the information that Nether Pavilion is secretly purchasing supplies outside the county.
"That's it."
He picked up Teacup and took a sip. Tea was clear and moist, with a light orchid fragrance.
"It seems that Azure Profound Sect made a deal with the Hundred Treasures Pavilion."
"Hundred Treasures Pavilion and Azure Profound Sect have indeed made a deal."
Lan Yuexin smiled slightly, that smile was gentle and moving, and it was even more soft and beautiful under the dim light.
She paused, her bright eyes resting on Fang Han's face for a moment, and there was a hint of sincere joy in her voice.
"Congratulations to the young master for reaching the first place in Prodigy Ranking. The twenty-year-old Prodigy Ranking is the first. Qingyang Prefecture has never been the first in hundreds of years."
"Miss Yue Xin, you deserve the award."
Fang Han looked calm and put down Teacup.
"It was just a fluke."
"Young Master is always so humble."
Lan Yuexin shook his head slightly, but didn't say anything more.
She stood up, walked to an inconspicuous wooden cabinet in the corner, opened the door, took out a letter sealed with wax paint, and handed it over.
"This is the detailed information about the Nether Pavilion's caravan, including their route, personnel configuration, and the cultivation and martial arts characteristics of Elder accompanying them."