Chapter 143

【I'll write here for today. I hope I can meet someone carrying a precious sword tomorrow. If I do, I'll borrow it; that shouldn't be too much, right?】

"Pfft, like a bandit, always coveting other people's precious swords. Can't you find one yourself, or forge one yourself? Also, anyone who dares to target me, Yaoyue, has always died a miserable death!"

Yaoyue said, and then cast her gaze toward the 'Green Blood Reflecting Vermilion' in Sister Lian Xing's arms.

"Sister, you put the precious sword here. If Young Master Lin asks me for it, I'll just give it to him, okay?"

Sister Lian Xing noticed Yaoyue's gaze and said with a smile.

"You dare! If that little thief wants the 'Green Blood Reflecting Vermilion', then let him snatch it from my hands; otherwise, don't even think about getting it!"

Yaoyue raised her head proudly, her jade-white neck seemingly glowing in the moonlight.

"Want a precious sword? Does my 'Iron Horse Frozen River' count? It's a pity I'm afraid you can't take it away!" Li Li Hanyi stroked her precious sword and muttered to herself.

"Diary owner Lin Fan has completed the diary check-in. Now starting to draw rewards... Congratulations to Ning Zhongze for obtaining the Bixie Sword Manual!"

All the heroines who possessed diary copies received the notification. One second they were envious of Ning Zhongze, and the next they felt some sympathy for her.

Ning Zhongze was crying without tears. The reward had hit her, but the reward was the Bixie Sword Manual. So, was her luck good or bad?

Lin Fan had also checked the diary system's reward for today.

Today's reward was only one thing, but it was the character template Lin Fan wanted most, although it was not the template of anyone he had hoped for before.

"Ouyang Mingri, so it's your template. It's truly not bad!"

Ouyang Mingri, suffering from rickets, known as 'Better than Huatuo', had a thin and handsome appearance, a sickly face, a cinnabar dot between his eyebrows flashing with brilliance, and sat in a wheelchair in luxurious golden clothes, quiet as a virgin.

He was a disciple of the Frontier Old Man, learned and talented, well-versed in medicine, skilled in zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting, proficient in astrology and divination, and knew everything about astronomy and geography.

It could be said that apart from the disadvantage of suffering from rickets and having to rely on a wheelchair, he was a perfect person.

Lin Fan took out the fused Ouyang Mingri template and instantly felt that his mind had gained countless knowledge.

Perhaps the Ouyang Mingri template had no effect on improving his martial arts realm, but it made him more perfect, enriching him in all aspects from zither, chess, calligraphy, painting, astronomy, geography, medicine, and miscellaneous studies.

"System, I am very satisfied. Thank you!"

Well, he had encountered a cold system that didn't want to pay any attention to him at all.

Lin Fan prepared to sleep. Li Li Qingluo, this deep-boudoir resentful woman, had deep internal energy, making him feel physically and mentally refreshed. He would definitely have a good sleep tonight.

The next morning, Lin Fan got up and finished washing, only to find that no one had come to find him today, which was a bit strange.

Then he walked out of the room, only to discover that the women hadn't woken up yet. It seemed he had gotten up early.

Lin Fan went downstairs on his own and ordered the waiter to bring him some pastries and tea.

By the time Lin Fan was drinking tea and eating pastries, Huang Rong and the other women came downstairs one after another.

"Rong'er, why are you looking at me like that? Is there something on my face?"

Lin Fan noticed Huang Rong staring at him and couldn't help but ask curiously.

"Who was so loud last night, afraid that others wouldn't know?" Huang Rong pouted and said.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Lin Fan noticed the other women also looking at him with strange expressions and couldn't help but feel a bit guilty.

"These mung bean cakes are not bad. Rong'er, you try one!"

Lin Fan hurriedly picked up a pastry and handed it to Huang Rong. Huang Rong rolled her eyes at him and then ate it in small bites.

"If Brother Fan likes them, I'll go make some pastries to bring along. The ones here aren't authentic!"

"That would be too much trouble for you, Rong'er. We have to travel today; we'll talk about it when we have time. Sit down and eat some pastries!"

Huang Rong sat down as requested, and the other women also took their seats one after another.

After a while, a radiant Li Li Qingluo and a slightly haggard Wang Wang Yuyan came down.

Seeing the probing gazes of the women, Li Li Qingluo acted generously, while Wang Wang Yuyan's eyes were a bit evasive.

The two sat down, and for a moment, the table seemed very crowded.

"Brother-in-law, are we following you today or..."

Seeing Azi suddenly asked, but stopped when she thought of Li Li Qingluo.

"You all go into my portable space. We have to go to Jinghu first and then to Leigu Mountain today; we must hurry!"

Lin Fan didn't intend to hide it and said straightforwardly. The women nodded upon hearing this.

After they finished the pastries, they asked the shopkeeper about the direction to Jinghu and Leigu Mountain and then set off.

Outside the city, Lin Fan sent everyone and the carriage into the portable space and then summoned the Night-Illuminating Jade Lion.

"Good horse, I'll have to rely on you today!"

Lin Fan stroked the Night-Illuminating Jade Lion's neck, then flipped onto the horse, beginning his life of riding through the Jianghu.

The Night-Illuminating Jade Lion was indeed a precious horse that could travel a thousand miles a day; it arrived at Jinghu in just half an hour.

Lin Fan waved his hand to let the women out of the space. The scenery of Jinghu was beautiful and the environment elegant, and the women happily began to appreciate the beautiful scenery.

"Who are you people? Why did you come here!"

A middle-aged man wearing a bamboo hat had been fishing silently, but Lin Fan and the others' approach attracted his attention. He took off his bamboo hat and questioned them.

"And who are you? Is this Jinghu your home? How dare you question us?"

Seeing Azi was unconvinced; this man in the bamboo hat actually dared to speak to them in such a tone.

"This Jinghu is indeed not my home, but my Prince is here. For his safety, I must inquire."

"Your Prince? Dali Duan Dali Duan Zhengchun, right?" Seeing Azi looked at him carefully after hearing this and said.

"You know my Prince?" The man in the bamboo hat's expression changed, and he became secretly vigilant.

"Dali Duan Dali Duan Zhengchun, the romantic Prince of Zhennan of Dali—who doesn't know him?"

When Seeing Azi mentioned Dali Duan Dali Duan Zhengchun, her tone carried three parts dissatisfaction and seven parts teasing.

"Miss, I see you have a prejudice against my Prince. However, I cannot express an opinion on the Prince's affairs. Please state your purpose, otherwise, I cannot let you approach!"