I Practiced and Opened the Plug-in - Chapter 395

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Jiange, next to the sword washing pond.

“Master, then Zhou Heng… won’t it be coming.” A teenager who looked like only eleven or twelve stood beside Fang Wen and asked in a low voice, with a very worried expression on his face.

His name is Zhao Qingshu. His parents have died since childhood, wandering around and struggling to live a life. He was discovered by Fang Wen six months ago and accepted as a disciple.

Zhao Qingshu was born with a sword bone and was extremely talented in kendo. It didn’t take long for him to practice a ninth-rank swordsmanship to perfection, and he could set foot on the ninth-rank martial arts by completing his skills.

Fang Wen took him as a successor to cultivate, and he also regarded Fang Wen as his reborn father.

Now Fang Wen is broken for the re-establishment of the sword pavilion, and Zhao Qingshu is worried in his eyes.

Although the disciple who had sent the letter to Taihuashan came back, he had already informed Zhou Heng’s retreat, but after all, it was related to the city of Jiange and Fang Wen’s hard work. Zhao Qingshu still involuntarily had a little bit of resentment towards Zhou Heng.

“No.” Fang Wen shook his head firmly, looked in the direction of Taihua Mountain, and said: “Since he promised to come back, he will definitely come.”

Although he is also very worried now, as the master of the sword pavilion, he can’t say it.

“But…” Zhao Qingshu hesitated to say something but stopped.

“No!” Fang Wen turned his head and glanced at his disciple, then said solemnly: “He will definitely come!”

“…Yes.” Zhao Qingshu could only nod his head back, and stopped talking. Jiange, next to the sword washing pond.

“Master, then Zhou Heng… won’t it be coming.” A teenager who looked like only eleven or twelve stood beside Fang Wen and asked in a low voice, with a very worried expression on his face.

His name is Zhao Qingshu. His parents have died since childhood, wandering around and struggling to live a life. He was discovered by Fang Wen six months ago and accepted as a disciple.

Zhao Qingshu was born with a sword bone and was extremely talented in kendo. It didn’t take long for him to practice a ninth-rank swordsmanship to perfection, and he could set foot on the ninth-rank martial arts by completing his skills.

Fang Wen took him as a successor to cultivate, and he also regarded Fang Wen as his reborn father.

Now Fang Wen is broken for the re-establishment of the sword pavilion, and Zhao Qingshu is worried in his eyes.

Although the disciple who had sent the letter to Taihuashan came back, he had already informed Zhou Heng’s retreat, but after all, it was related to the city of Jiange and Fang Wen’s hard work. Zhao Qingshu still involuntarily had a little bit of resentment towards Zhou Heng.

“No.” Fang Wen shook his head firmly, looked in the direction of Taihua Mountain, and said: “Since he promised to come back, he will definitely come.”

Although he is also very worried now, as the master of the sword pavilion, he can’t say it.

“But…” Zhao Qingshu hesitated to say something but stopped.

“No!” Fang Wen turned his head and glanced at his disciple, then said solemnly: “He will definitely come!”

“…Yes.” Zhao Qingshu could only nod his head back, and stopped talking. Jiange, next to the sword washing pond.

“Master, then Zhou Heng… won’t it be coming.” A teenager who looked like only eleven or twelve stood beside Fang Wen and asked in a low voice, with a very worried expression on his face.

His name is Zhao Qingshu. His parents have died since childhood, wandering around and struggling to live a life. He was discovered by Fang Wen six months ago and accepted as a disciple.

Zhao Qingshu was born with a sword bone and was extremely talented in kendo. It didn’t take long for him to practice a ninth-rank swordsmanship to perfection, and he could set foot on the ninth-rank martial arts by completing his skills.

Fang Wen took him as a successor to cultivate, and he also regarded Fang Wen as his reborn father.

Now Fang Wen is broken for the re-establishment of the sword pavilion, and Zhao Qingshu is worried in his eyes.

Although the disciple who had sent the letter to Taihuashan came back, he had already informed Zhou Heng’s retreat, but after all, it was related to the city of Jiange and Fang Wen’s hard work. Zhao Qingshu still involuntarily had a little bit of resentment towards Zhou Heng.

“No.” Fang Wen shook his head firmly, looked in the direction of Taihua Mountain, and said: “Since he promised to come back, he will definitely come.”

Although he is also very worried now, as the master of the sword pavilion, he can’t say it.

“But…” Zhao Qingshu hesitated to say something but stopped.

“No!” Fang Wen turned his head and glanced at his disciple, then said solemnly: “He will definitely come!”

“…Yes.” Zhao Qingshu could only nod his head back, and stopped talking. Jiange, next to the sword washing pond.

“Master, then Zhou Heng… won’t it be coming.” A teenager who looked like only eleven or twelve stood beside Fang Wen and asked in a low voice, with a very worried expression on his face.

His name is Zhao Qingshu. His parents have died since childhood, wandering around and struggling to live a life. He was discovered by Fang Wen six months ago and accepted as a disciple.

Zhao Qingshu was born with a sword bone and was extremely talented in kendo. It didn’t take long for him to practice a ninth-rank swordsmanship to perfection, and he could set foot on the ninth-rank martial arts by completing his skills.

Fang Wen treats him as a successor and cultivates him, and he also treats Fang Wen as his reborn father.

Now Fang Wen is broken for the re-establishment of the sword pavilion, and Zhao Qingshu is worried in his eyes.

Although the disciple who had sent the letter to Taihua Mountain came back, he had already informed Zhou Heng’s retreat, but after all, it was related to the city of Jiange and Fang Wen’s hard work. Zhao Qingshu still involuntarily had a little bit of resentment towards Zhou Heng.

“No.” Fang Wen shook his head firmly, looked in the direction of Taihua Mountain, and said: “Since he promised to come back, he will definitely come.”

Although he is also very worried now, as the master of the sword pavilion, he can’t say it.

“But…” Zhao Qingshu hesitated to say something but stopped.

“No!” Fang Wen turned his head and glanced at his disciple, then said solemnly: “He will definitely come!”

“…Yes.” Zhao Qingshu could only nod his head back, and stopped talking. Jiange, next to the sword washing pond.

“Master, then Zhou Heng… won’t it be coming.” A teenager who looked like only eleven or twelve stood beside Fang Wen and asked in a low voice, with a very worried expression on his face.

His name is Zhao Qingshu. His parents have died since childhood, wandering around and struggling to live a life. He was discovered by Fang Wen six months ago and accepted as a disciple.

Zhao Qingshu was born with a sword bone and was extremely talented in kendo. It didn’t take long for him to practice a ninth-rank swordsmanship to perfection, and he could set foot on the ninth-rank martial arts by completing his skills.

Fang Wen treats him as a successor and cultivates him, and he also treats Fang Wen as his reborn father.

Now Fang Wen is broken for the re-establishment of the sword pavilion, and Zhao Qingshu is worried in his eyes.

Although the disciple who had sent the letter to Taihua Mountain came back, he had already informed Zhou Heng’s retreat, but after all, it was related to the city of Jiange and Fang Wen’s hard work. Zhao Qingshu still involuntarily had a little bit of resentment towards Zhou Heng.

“No.” Fang Wen shook his head firmly, looked in the direction of Taihua Mountain, and said: “Since he promised to come back, he will definitely come.”

Although he is also very worried now, as the master of the sword pavilion, he can’t say it.

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