When Han Changsheng returned to the station, the crowd had dispersed, and An Yuan was still standing there silently waiting for him. Han Changsheng walked up to him and said, "I haven't bought any horses yet. Let's rest in the city tonight and start tomorrow."
An Yuan nodded, followed him towards the inn, and asked, "Have you caught up with that old man?"
Han Changsheng shook his head guilty: "His qinggong is so good, I couldn't catch up."
An Yuan hesitated for a moment, then asked in a low voice, "Does he know you?"
Han Changsheng immediately denied it: "I don't know him!"
An Yuan was silent for a while, then said, "I thought you were really..."
Han Changsheng shook his head like a rattle: "How is it possible! Of course not! Impossible! Just kidding!"
An Yuan was stunned.
Han Changsheng realized that his reaction was too violent, he laughed dryly, and shut up.
The two went to the inn to find a room to stay, An Yuan asked: "Since the old man wants to make trouble, will he come again?"
Han Changsheng licked his lips, and explained dryly: "With what happened just now, many people are looking for him, and he probably won't come again."
An Yuan was still confused, he could see that Han Changsheng must be hiding something from him, but Han Changsheng didn't want to tell, and he couldn't ask, so he could only sigh.
In the evening, Han Changsheng lay down to sleep. He slept very lightly. He suddenly heard movement around him. He woke up in an instant, opened his eyes, and saw that the room was dimly lit with candles. An Yuan was sitting in his chair. Beside the bed, looking at him.
Han Changsheng refrained from moving, continued to pretend to be asleep, and only peeked at An Yuan through the slit through which his eyes were slightly opened. The candlelight was dim, and An Yuan didn't realize that Han Changsheng had woken up.
Suddenly, An Yuan stretched out his hand, and cautiously poked behind Han Changsheng's ear. Han Changsheng was startled, when An Yuan was about to bump into him, he pretended to click his tongue in his sleep, then turned over and turned his face into the bed.
An Yuan's hand stayed in mid-air for a moment and then retracted.
Han Changsheng turned his back to An Yuan, he couldn't see the expression on An Yuan's face, he could only hear the thumping sound, but he didn't know whether it was An Yuan's heartbeat or it was coming from his own chest, which made his eardrums tremble a little. pain.
"What are you..." An Yuan said softly, "Who are you?"
Han Changsheng resisted the urge to swallow saliva, and adjusted his breathing rate to conceal his panic.
After an unknown amount of time, Han Changsheng heard footsteps behind him—An Yuan had gone out.
Early the next morning, there were two more horses outside the inn. The shopkeeper of the inn said that they were sent by an old man, and he designated the two horses as gifts to Han Changsheng and An Yuan.
An Yuan glanced at Han Changsheng in surprise and said, "The horse given by the old man? Could it be the old man yesterday?"
Han Changsheng looked at the sky and looked at his own toes: "Haha, maybe, maybe the old man had a guilty conscience yesterday and gave us two horses as an apology. Anyway, we have horses, so let's start early."
The people have come here, the horses are also there, there is no reason to turn back, the two packed up, and rode their horses towards Jiuxian Valley.
Jiuxian Valley is not far away, they arrived near Jiuxian Valley that afternoon. Han Changsheng originally thought that what Lu Honghua said at the martial arts conference would spread, that Jiuxian Valley must be extremely lively, no matter if it is a real master or a three-legged cat, they will all come to try their luck, so Jiuxian Valley should be overcrowded, and even a fight would require a lot of people. queue. But in fact, this is not the case.
There are people near Jiuxian Valley, but not many people. When Han Changsheng and An Yuan arrived, they saw three people leaving dejectedly, other than that, there was no one else.
"Huh." Han Changsheng couldn't help being surprised. Could it be that not many people came to challenge Jiu Xianfeng
In fact, Han Changsheng and An Yuan didn't know about this matter. The rules set by Lu Honghua seem to be simple, everyone can try it, but it is by no means such a simple thing, it is probably more difficult than going through the selection of the martial arts people. Not to mention how difficult it is to wipe out the evil forces in the rivers and lakes, and how tricky the old man Beihu and Hua Yueniang are, but as far as Fenglairen is concerned, Lu Honghua will use him as a benchmark because his martial arts are strong enough.
This Fenglai man is called Jiu Xian, because he is addicted to alcohol, he has practiced a set of drunken swordsmanship, the more drunk he is, the more tricky and weird his swordsmanship is, but when he is sober, his martial arts are not so advanced. But no one can figure out when he is drunk and when he is sober every day. In any case, he can be regarded as one of the best masters in the Jianghu. Although people who don't know how to live or die will come to challenge Fenglairen every day, but if the level is really not enough, it will only take a moment to be defeated, and it won't take much time. As soon as these people followed suit, they knew that they would not be able to hope for it for many years, so they obediently retreated. As for masters, there were not many masters in the Jianghu, and it is rare to have one in three to five days. Many masters are still entangled in the matter of eliminating evil. How can Han Changsheng and An Yuan make the Shadow Moon Gate so easily? Cannon fodder, it's too late to come over at this time.
Han Changsheng stopped his horse, and An Yuan also stopped when he found out, looked at Jiuxian Valley, looked at Han Changsheng, and had some guesses in his heart: "Why, do you want to try?"
Han Changsheng shook his head: "I won't, why don't you try it?"
An Yuan said indifferently: "I don't want to be the leader of the martial arts, so why try him?"
Han Changsheng said with a smile, "I heard Hua Xiaosa say that you practiced your swordsmanship with him, and you got the true instruction from Elder Lan Fang. This man is also a swordsman, you don't want to compete with anyone whose swordsmanship is better ?”
An Yuan hesitated. Fenglairen is well-known in the Jianghu, which martial arts practitioner would not want to compete with him? I really didn't have any opportunities to practice with others during my journey. The most taboo and lonely thing for martial arts practitioners is not having an opponent. Now that they have arrived at Jiuxian Valley, it really makes people feel a little itchy.
Han Changsheng said: "Give it a try. Even if you really win the battle, it's not so easy to be the leader of the martial arts. Just take it as practice."
An Yuan thought for a while, and said: "You are also a martial arts practitioner and a swordsman, so you don't want to practice?"
Han Changsheng looked embarrassed, and he said with a smile: "I... I think so too, but I don't know what to do, so I want to see you to explore the way first. I know the level of that Fenglairen before making a decision."
An Yuan glanced at him, finally jumped off the horse, and led the horse towards Jiuxian Valley. Han Changsheng hurriedly followed.
Two children guarded outside Jiuxian Valley, stopped Han Changsheng and An Yuan, and said crisply: "Sorry, only one person is allowed to enter the valley at a time."
Han Changsheng and An Yuan looked at each other. This is probably also to prevent latecomers from studying and pondering Feng Lairen's martial arts methods to specifically study the counter moves, so as to ensure fairness. Or people who are afraid of being hated by others who get the token from Feng Lairen will enter the valley one by one, and no one will know what happened in the valley, so this situation can be avoided.
Han Changsheng said: "Then you go out first, and tell me the result when you get out."
Without another word, An Yuan handed the horse to Han Changsheng and walked in alone.
Not long after entering the valley, An Yuan saw a man lying under a rockery. He saw the man with open clothes, holding the wine jar, with a ruddy complexion and blurred eyes. The strong smell of wine spread tens of meters away. Entering An Yuan's nasal cavity, if nothing else happens, this guy should be from Jiuxianfeng.
An Yuan cupped his hands and saluted: "I'm Huangfu Fengxuan Xichen, I have met senior."
Feng Lai forcefully opened his eyes a slit, and stretched his waist: "Another one?" Tilting his head after thinking for a while, he said, "Are you that Huangfu Anyuan from the Yuehua sect?"
An Yuan said: "That's right. Is the senior a Jiuxian?"
Feng Lairen laughed loudly: "I don't dare to be a Jiuxian, but I am just a drunkard. You are as talented as the rumors say. Why, you also want to be the leader of the martial arts?"
An Yuan hurriedly said: "I dare not, I just admired Senior for a long time, and I just want to ask Senior to give me some pointers."
Feng Lairen got up unsteadily, An Yuan saw that he was staggering and couldn't even walk steadily, it seemed that he was very drunk, and he was very worried whether he could really learn from him in this state.
Feng Lai asked: "Has your senior brother Li Jiulong come?"
An Yuan was startled, silent for a moment, then shook his head very lightly: "I... don't know."
"Oh." Fenglairen seemed a little disappointed, he unsteadily drew out his sword, his hands were still shaking, it seemed that he couldn't even hold the sword stably. He said, "Boy, let's make a move."
An Yuan hesitated and dared not go forward. Feng Lairen is so drunk, can he really fight him? Even if you win, it's a bit unfair...
Seeing that An Yuan didn't make a move, Feng Lai gave a snort, hooked the empty wine jar with his foot, and kicked An Yuan. An Yuan quickly dodged, and the moment he turned his gaze away and then back, there was a flash of cold light, and Feng Lairen's sword had already approached his eyes. He was taken aback, but fortunately he reacted quickly enough, he fell back and narrowly avoided the sword. Fenglairen snorted softly from his nose, turned his sword and stabbed downward.
An Yuan didn't have time to think at all, so he borrowed strength from his feet, twisted his body, dodged under Feng Lairen's sword, rolled on the spot, and pushed away a few feet.
With just one move, An Yuan broke out in a cold sweat. The only blame is that he underestimated the enemy. I didn't expect Feng Lairen to attack so suddenly, and almost suffered a big loss.
Feng Lai said humanely: "What a boy!" Judging from the two times just now, although An Yuan was a little pedantic and careless, he reacted quickly and could tell that he was a master.
Now that the game has started, An Yuan has nothing to be polite about. He adjusted for a short time, and then took the initiative to rush towards the wind.
"Bang!" The two swords collided, sparking a spark.
After two or three moves between the two, An Yuan realized that this Fenglairen was different from any swordsman he had ever fought, and his swordsmanship was really "drunken sword". Fenglairen's sword is sometimes fast and accurate, which is creepy, and sometimes slow and full of loopholes. But if you want to take advantage of his loopholes, and his tactics suddenly change, you may become a bird in his cage. An Yuan couldn't tell whether those seemingly drunken moves were intentional tricks for his opponent or if he was really drunk, but An Yuan knew that this opponent must not be taken lightly.
Suddenly, An Yuan stabbed Feng Lai Ren with a sword, and Feng Lai Ren let out an exaggerated belch drunkenly, as if suddenly drunk, his body leaned back, his feet did not move, and he had no intention of avoiding it at all. An Yuan was startled, afraid of stabbing him, he hastily withdrew his sword, but he saw someone who was leaning back and kicked An Yuan's wrist, and his sword flew out.
An Yuan covered his hands in pain, and in a flash, Feng Lai Ren's sword had already hit the tip of his nose. He took half a step back and sighed: "Senior, I will lose again."
The man from Feng said "hmm", walked back to the rockery and lay down, picked up a jar of new wine: "You, the martial arts are not bad, but the character is not tough enough, and there are too many things to worry about. Fighting for martial arts, you have to order as much as you want. That's it. People who practice martial arts, no matter how high your martial arts are, they can't save your mother-in-law's temperament. Go, practice for a while, maybe you can come to me again."
An Yuan shyly cupped his hands and said, "Thank you for your guidance, senior, and I will leave for you, junior."
Feng Lai waved his hand, and began to pick up the wine jar to drink again.
Han Changsheng kept pacing outside the valley, when he saw An Yuan coming out, he hurried up to greet him: "How?" Naturally, he hoped that An Yuan would win, and he would save himself a lot of trouble.
An Yuan shook his head slightly.
Han Changsheng was disappointed in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face, he just chuckled twice: "Ah, even you can't beat him, that Fenglairen seems to be really capable."
In fact, if the two really showed their full strength, An Yuan might not lose, at least not so easily. Just because he always had doubts about a drunken opponent and had too many worries when he shot, which is the so-called underestimation of the enemy, he was even disarmed.
An Yuan said, "Are you going?"
Han Changsheng nodded: "I'll go in and meet him!"
The author has something to say: Thanks to xiaoxiao for mine