Strongest Guard

Five in the morning, on the fake mountain in School of Fine Arts of Mingzhu's little garden.    

    

Lee Nanfang sat there like an old monk.    

    

Compared to the whole school, or even the entire pearl, his favorite garden was this small garden.    

    

It was as if this was the only place where he could enjoy the feeling of being alive.    

    

The spirit energy that had accumulated for more than a thousand years within his Xiliang Mountain was completely carried within his body, causing his body to undergo a complete transformation.    

    

The filthy air of the secular world was no longer acceptable to his body.    

    

Logically speaking, it was a good thing.    

    

However, the feeling of wanting to breathe but being unable to inhale air into his lungs was really hard to accept.    

    

It was the air in this little garden that was acceptable to his body.    

    

It would also stimulate his ten fingers, and in the unconscious, he would unleash a set of "Cold Crane Finger Technique" to the extreme.    

    

Lee Nanfang's actions were unconscious, but he knew what he was doing.    

    

Just like the cultivation method listed in Tai Chi, he could feel what was happening far away with his mind but even if he asked how he did it, he wouldn't be able to explain it clearly.    

    

What was even more laughable was that regardless of whether it was the "Cold Crane Finger Technique" or the super strong perception, to him, it was all useless.    

    

It was fine to pass the time, but there was no point in doing anything practical.    

    

Perhaps it was because his mind was in a mess when he practiced a set of finger techniques to the point of retracting his hand, but this time, he did not retract his hand and no force shot out from the tip of his finger.    

    

A gentle voice traveled forth from his side.    

    

"Bye crane finger technique, Dai Kui can shame close to the royal family."    

    

It was Gulina, who came here to practice her swordsmanship every day, who had recited a short line from a poem.    

    

Yesterday, Gulina had been curious for a long time when she met someone who could say "Gongsun Jianwu" in one go.    

    

She would practice her sword technique again today, and when she lifted her eyes to see who was sitting on the rock garden, she would naturally take a closer look.    

    

Lee Nanfang didn't intentionally avoid Gulina either.    

    

His task was to come here and monitor and protect the female university student. He would always be hidden in the dark and would always be at a loss as to what to do. It would be better to have direct contact with her and make friends with her.    

    

That way, at least the target wouldn't feel disgusted and the difficulty of the mission would increase.    

    

That was what he had thought when he was here yesterday.    

    

Unfortunately, the Black Dragon had suddenly turned irritable, forcing him to immediately retreat.    

    

Lee Nanfang started again today. Other than continuing the mission, he also wanted to see the Black Dragon's reaction to Gulina.    

    

Therefore, when he turned around and looked Gulina in the eye, his muscles tensed up, and he was ready to turn around and leave at any moment.    

    

Fortunately, there were no surprises today.    

    

The Black Dragon was terrified.    

    

Yesterday's strange dream, due to Ghost-baby Plum Brocade's interference, caused the Black Dragon to feel a deep fear.    

    

In the past, the only one who could help Lee Nanfang escape the Black Dragon's persecution by appearing in the dream was a white-clothed ghost lady. Now, it seemed like there was another Ghost Infant. A real mother, a daughter whom he had met halfway, were all magical existences.    

    

Just like how Lee Nanfang didn't know why there was a Black Dragon in his body.    

    

He also didn't understand why the ghost girl and Ghost Infant could appear in her dreams.    

    

But the result was good.    

    

Then the reason doesn't matter.    

    

With the Black Dragon out of the picture, Lee Nanfang relaxed his mind. He smiled at Gulina and asked, "How do you know the origin of my finger arts?"    

    

The Cold Crane Finger Technique was taught to Lee Nanfang by the Xue Family's wife, who was acting as a child's puzzle game.    

    

At that time, Xue Xinghan had recited the words "Bevis' Desolation".    

    

Lee Nanfang was unable to practice a set of finger technique when he was young, so he could still remember a few lines of poetry.    

    

With such a topic, there was no point in using it.    

    

However, Gulina smiled slyly and didn't answer Lee Nanfang's question. Instead, she asked back, "How do you know the origin of my sword dance?"    

    

"I guessed."    

    

"That, I was only guessing."    

    

Gulina rolled her eyes when she heard Lee Nanfang's nonchalant reply and returned with the same response.    

    

The little girl's arrogant attitude was completely evident. Lee Nanfang shook his head helplessly and smiled bitterly.    

    

Even though it was just a simple conversation, he could tell that Gulina was the kind of girl who grew up in a greenhouse, the kind of girl who was favored by the campus, and she maintained a kind of innocence that was filled with beautiful fantasies about the whole world.    

    

In the eyes of this kind of people, there was never a bad person.    

    

They would help the grandma if she fell, give alms to beggars on the roadside, and carry the puppy and kitten back to their homes for adoption.    

    

Lee Nanfang and Gulina were from two different worlds.    

    

After realizing all of this, Boss Lee was extremely regretful.    

    

If he had nothing better to do, why did he provoke such a person?    

    

Perhaps Ye Xiaodao was right. Once he realized that Gulina and them were people from different worlds, he would automatically distance himself and act in secret.    

    

Trouble was, it was a little troublesome.    

    

However, it was still better than Lee Nanfang's current situation, where he could retreat in a few sentences.    

    

Speaking of which, what did Ye Xiaodao do with his spurs?    

    

Was the important matter they were planning to do last night related to the foreign mother and daughter they were pursuing?    

    

Lee Nanfang's thoughts drifted everywhere.    

    

Gulina, who was standing in front of him, stared intently at his hand.    

    

After a brief moment of silence, Gulina was the first to speak. "Do you know how to play?"    

    

"Play the zither?"    

    

Lee Nanfang was stunned, he shook his head and said: "No."    

    

"Impossible. To be able to practice the Cold Crane Finger Art so skillfully, you must be an expert at playing the zither. Especially your fingers, slender and slender. There are only two types of fingers in the world that look like this. One was the pianist, the other was the thief. "Don't tell me you're a thief."    

    

When Gulina spoke, her actions and expressions all revealed the feeling of a smart girl showing off her high IQ and meticulous logic.    

    

Lee Nanfang, who rarely came into contact with these kinds of topics, was instantly tricked by her. He looked down at his hands.    

    

At that moment, the shock in his heart was even greater than when Gulina had guessed what kind of finger art he was cultivating.    

    

He did not dare to meet any of his fellow villagers. The hands in front of him were his own.    

    

His slender fingers and delicate skin had disappeared without a trace, along with the calluses on the back of his hand that had emerged from his hard work in saber and spear arts.    

    

This didn't seem like a man's hands at all.    

    

The hand of a world-class hand model should be just this delicate appearance.    

    

What was even more terrifying was that Lee Nanfang did not know anything about it.    

    

He did not even know that such a huge change had happened to his body.    

    

"Stop pretending, you definitely know how to play the zither.    

    

To be able to recognize Gongsun Jianwu means that you know more about music theory than ordinary people.    

    

Honestly, whose student are you?    

    

Looking at your age, you should be a graduate student, right?    

    

The student of the piano performance department, Teacher Cheng, and also the disciple of Professor Lin from the Ancient Musical Instrument Institute?    

    

"Right, what's your name?"    

    

Gulina used her smart little head and kept guessing Lee Nanfang's identity.    

    

When she was seven years old, she was playing with her father in the northern borders' Shule Ancient City.    

    

It was unknown how that old Daoist nun managed to coax her father into giving her to the old Daoist nun as a disciple, as if her father was a god of thanks.    

    

From then on, she had left the Northern Frontier and followed her current master on his travels, eventually settling down in Mingzhu.    

    

When he was 13 years old, his first contact with a zither and ancient sword.    

    

What he learned was the long-lost legendary zither music of High Mountains and Running Water and Gongsun Jianwu .    

    

In these ten years, countless people had watched her sword dance, but other than his master, Lee Nanfang was definitely the first person to tell him the origins of the sword dance.    

    

So, no matter if Lee Nanfang was a good person or a bad person.    

    

She was filled with curiosity to find out who this fellow was.    

    

Lee Nanfang did not hide anything. He must have a special status given by the authorities for him to come here on a secret mission. He nodded and replied: "My name is Lee Nanfang, I am indeed a graduate student in School of Fine Arts of Mingzhu. However, I don't know the Teacher Cheng and Professor Lin you're talking about. My mentor is Prof. Su. "    

    

What Lee Nanfang said at this moment was the identity that was given to him in the task information.    

    

Lee Nanfang didn't even consider the authenticity of this identity.    

    

If Jinghong Ming had arranged for someone to enter School of Fine Arts of Mingzhu, like the Green Sky Bridge's Zhang Pi, to get a fake certificate, then he wouldn't need to sit in that position of Supreme Security Office's chief.    

    

However, he had never expected that Gulina's beautiful eyes would move back and forth on him. After sizing him up for a moment, she resolutely said, "You're lying!"    

    

"Why am I lying?"    

    

"Are you still being stubborn? Then let me ask you, in the graduate school of School of Fine Arts of Mingzhu, there are two Prof. Su's. Which student are you?"    

    

When Gulina asked, Lee Nanfang was stunned.    

    

How could he know how many Prof. Su there were in the school? They didn't have detailed information about the mission at all.    

    

However, a female student's interrogation is not difficult for us, Boss Lee.    

    

He was only slightly surprised for a moment, and then very casually said, "I had been studying abroad, so I'm not very familiar with the matters of the school. What are you trying to do? Did you come all the way here to check my account? "If there's nothing important, please step aside. I still need to go eat breakfast."    

    

This move of Lee Nanfang's made Gulina a little flustered.    

    

The girl wanted to find out Lee Nanfang's identity, but she couldn't just let the brat run away without any answer.    

    

Continuing the interrogation would only deepen the conflict.    

    

What she wanted was deeper understanding, not a misunderstanding. Thus, she also came up with a plan to retreat and advance forward. She giggled and said, "Okay, at least you have your reasons. But you haven't answered my question. Do you even know how to play the zither? "    

    

"Nope."    

    

"Impossible, your hands are something that only those who practice the zither all year round, no one can grow up to be like that. "Help me, I have a zither here. Play it and let me broaden my horizons, okay?"    

    

Gulinameng's large eyes looked over with a pleading tone.    

    

This girl was extremely depressed.    

    

Since the age of nine, he had been following an old nun around, unconsciously developing a fairy aura that did not allow strangers to get close to him.    

    

Beauty is beautiful.    

    

However, to her, it was a burden.    

    

It was because no normal person possessed such strong mental fortitude would befriend a girl that was full of immortal energy.    

    

Before Lee Nanfang appeared, there were very few people who could make Gulina want to talk so much.    

    

This girl had finally found a way to relieve her boredom, so of course she wouldn't let Lee Nanfang go so easily.    

    

However, Lee Nanfang was now regretting that he had directly interacted with a female university student. As a young girl who hadn't had much experience in the world, her train of thought was completely different from his, Boss Lee's, on the same channel.    

    

With a wave of his hand, he rejected Gulina's request and prepared to leave.    

    

Unexpectedly, Gulina snorted coldly and threatened, "If you don't play the zither for me, then you're not allowed to leave. Otherwise, I will tell my Master that you have betrayed me. My master is definitely a very powerful person, to be able to make you suffer so much that it's better for you to die than to live. "    

    

"Your master?"    

    

Lee Nanfang's curiosity was piqued by Gulina's words.