Because Fushu Town at the foot of Wudang Mountain is the beginning of the Nanshan Road of Burning Incense, and because it is rumored to be the ending place of the Qijia Festival, and because it is close to Wudang Lunwu, a small town that was originally not well-known suddenly became very lively. , the Daoist temples on Wudang Mountain have long been overcrowded, so the low-grade rooms in many inns in Fushu Town have been sold at high prices for high-end ones, and the business of restaurants is even more so.
Some people from the rivers and lakes who came here admiringly recognized Yuchi Liangfu, the owner of Kuaixue Villa on the street at first, and they were surprised. When they entered the restaurant, they were pleasantly surprised to find that there were two tables next door to Youyan Villa. Shaozhuang advocated Chunlin, and then heard that there were many fairies sitting on the Jiangnan Daojia Drum Tower upstairs, and then saw the Liaodong red sandalwood monk striding into one of the sixteen immortals, and the onlookers were completely numb. When walking in the rivers and lakes in ordinary times, the rare masters are all rare existences that can't see the head and tail, but this is good, just like the cabbage on the rotten street, it's hard not to see it.
Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon is a small summer escape town.
So at this time, no matter what kind of young handsome guy from the sect or what kind of cultivation he is, no one dares to speak loudly anymore, for fear that if he accidentally spits anywhere, it will splash on a certain martial arts master. This is by no means alarmist. Previously, the Fish and Dragon Gang had sent a message to fellow martial arts practitioners that it would be fine to have a one-stop sparring in Beiliang Dao, but they were not allowed to quarrel with each other due to personal grievances. Fight and hurt people, otherwise, once discovered, the Xu family's iron cavalry in the territory will be killed immediately! In the first half of the day, there were two poor bastards, because someone glanced at the next table after eating, and the two sides drew their swords at each other when they disagreed. One was seriously injured on the spot, and the other walked away with pride. Within a stick of incense, he was strangled by the local cavalry army, and his head was hanged in the downtown area for public display, which made people understand a truth. When walking in the rivers and lakes, especially the Beiliang rivers and lakes that have been wandering outside the Central Plains, don’t look around blindly if you have nothing to do, let alone If you do it indiscriminately, you will die. In particular, many martial arts heroes made a special trip to join in the fun, and witnessed the extraordinary cavalry chase. That famous master who had done so well was killed by a charge of two hundred cavalry from Beiliang. Fei, what kind of third-rank martial arts physique, facing the well-trained light crossbow, there is no power to fight back at all. The Northern Liang cavalry's frontal charge, peripheral swimming, and fast horse interception were all done in one go. In the Central Plains, the confrontation between the government police and the green forest heroes is like a shrew flirting and flirting, the difference is worlds apart.
There is a tea stall on the side of the Guanjia Avenue outside the town. It is noon, and the tea stall sells Wudang’s famous herbal tea soup for calming the mind, and the fragrant spring cakes. The business is booming. Tall horses, six or seven oil-stained tables are filled with tea guests from other places. Everyone has a good attitude, obviously they are from the rivers and lakes who came to Wudang to discuss martial arts. There are eight people sitting around the two tables, each with a guzheng in front of them. A young woman with musical instruments such as konghou, kulei, etc., a young and strong man sitting at a table without weapons, his eyes are shining, and his sitting posture is majestic. Each person carries a white gun on his back. Although it is a wooden gun for daily practice, the styles of the four people's wooden guns are completely different. There are relatively cumbersome crow-neck guns, and there are simple-line cone guns. Dashu pen gun and Dongyue gun. Cracking carbine guns, if they weren't the kind of pretending to be gods and ghosts when they were full and supported, then these four young men with guns must have learned from famous families.
These four tables are surrounded by the "main table" in the middle like stars and moons. There are three people who seem to be of different ages. Carrying two cloth bags, long and short, the middle-aged man is short in stature, a full head shorter than the former, but his expression looks hopeful.
The other two tables are probably outsiders of the group of five tables, and they are relatively close to the road. Once a convoy of horses passes by and the dust is flying, it is not known whether to drink tea or eat ashes.
At this time, a carriage stopped slowly, and three knights served as the carriage servants. The young groom turned around and lifted the curtain, and a handsome man in white came out of the carriage, squinting his eyes habitually, vaguely seeing the outline of Summer Fleeing Town , After whispering, the man returned to the carriage, the young groom jumped out of the carriage, took the reins of the horse from a squire, and the squire took over as the groom, and the carriage continued to drive towards the town. Of the three retinues, only one rider stayed in place with the young groom. She was a young woman with a knife on her waist. She had an outstanding appearance, but unfortunately her face was gloomy and cold.
The young man and woman, who were probably servants of a rich family, led their horses to the tea stall. It happened that two men and women of the same age as them returned from a walk along the river in the distance. The thin mouth is small, graceful and charming, but the man who walked with him is much inferior. He has a toad face that is quite evil-proof. He is really too young and old. When he smiles, he doesn't look like a Jianghu Junyan , belonged to the kind of character who would be treated as a flower picker by the guards of the city gate even if he had a household certificate of a good citizen. When two couples of young men and women walked towards the tea stand at the same time, the small eyes of the toad face rolled around, and they scrutinized the female servant with the sword behind the groom. The meat in the pot was just because the beautiful woman was by his side, so he was too embarrassed to show an ugly eating appearance, so he didn't come forward to strike up a conversation after all. When he noticed the cold look from the strange woman, he grinned slightly, raised his brows, and then realized that she was holding the handle of the knife with one hand, with a posture of drawing the knife, he was even more overjoyed, Yo, it's still a rouge horse. If it was the old days, he would have liked this one. He couldn't help sticking out his tongue and licking his lips habitually.
This action provoked a sneer from the woman with the saber, and Toad Face didn't find it strange, but the three people at the table in the middle held their breath almost at the same time, like two tigers meeting on a mountain, and the short man said in a deep voice: "Changfeng, come back!" !"
At the same time, the young man who had previously served as a groom also stopped, and patted the shoulder of the woman beside him, who immediately restrained her murderous aura.
Toad's face was full of resentment, and he walked towards the elders' table with the woman whose thin lips were particularly impressive. A table of guests who happened to be near the official road checked out and left, and the couple sat down and ordered two large bowls of calming soup.
The woman with the saber lowered her voice and said, "The woman with a beautiful face is Lu Jiejun, the suzerain of Misty Peak in Huainan Road. She is a second-rank master. For some reason, she has a deep connection with the Qi trainers of the Northern School. Two kinds of supernatural powers, and now they have a good relationship with Huishan Daxueping, and the Liyang Criminal Department. The man who spoke just now is Feng Zongxi. According to Fushuifang spy records, this person was once defeated by the master of martial arts in the city of Emperor Wu in the last years of Yonghui. Crow Hands, fought for more than forty rounds, people in the Liyang River and Lake are known as the Central Plains Shenquan, and are listed as the Sixteen Sanxians together with Feichan Fairy Lu Jiejun, Zitan Monk and others. As for the man carrying the gun bag, from him and the accompanying disciples According to his luggage, Li Houzhong, one of the Twelve Chiefs of Xiangfu, is probably Li Houzhong, the spear leader, and one of the sages of the four directions. Fushuifang had no record of this person's deeds before. , in fact, only Li Houzhong has some real skills."
The man at the same table was Xu Fengnian who escorted Bai Yu to leave Qingcang City in Liuzhou to escape summer town. Mr. Bai Lian and Li Dangxin, a white-clothed monk from Liangchan Temple, once fought against each other in the ten-year debate on Buddhism and Taoism in Longhu Mountain. Besides, Qi Xianxia, a good friend who just got the news, has already gone to Liang with Dongyue Jianchi Chai Qingshan, so I don't want to miss this Wudang discussion. Xu Fengnian, who turned his back to the people at the table, hummed, and said softly: "Although he is much worse than Xu Yanbing, his cultivation level should be almost the same as that of Han Laoshan, and the number of paths is also the same. They are both open and close, and they are late bloomers , if you have a chance to become a great master like the Gun Immortal King, you will have little chance of winning against him."
Together with Mi Fengjie, the woman who became the manager of Fushuifang Bzifang said indifferently: "I only know that I can definitely kill him."
Xu Fengnian couldn't help laughing, "It's a loss-making deal that trades life for life, what is there to be proud of."
Fan Xiaochai remained silent.
Xu Fengnian glanced at the young man in green shirt who was occupying a table not far away, "There is no file for this person in Fushui room?"
Fan Xiaochai froze for a moment, shook his head and said, "No."
Xu Fengnian explained: "Qijia Festival in Tai'an City and Beimang Sword Qi are close to yellow and green, and there are also buildings in Emperor Wu's city where they sacrifice their way to seek skills. When they meet a deadly enemy who is evenly matched, they are all full of sword Qi. Most of the swordsmen in the world are like this. Qi is far more important than sword intent. Even if you don't show the mountains and water after returning to the basics, once you make a move, you will be able to see it at a glance. Only a very small number of swordsmen are born with vigor, that is, the so-called natural sword embryo, this rare genius , as long as you have the wit and a little luck, you can often achieve the achievement of a land swordsman, and if you look at the rivers and lakes before the Spring and Autumn Period, the swordsman leaders of all dynasties are not like this."
Fan Xiaochai looked at the unremarkable young man out of the corner of his eye, and frowned, "He too?"
Xu Fengnian nodded and said, "So many masters of swordsmanship have passed away over the years, someone will naturally rise up. For example, if Gu Jiantang and Nanjiang Lu Xuanlang died suddenly, it would only take five or six years for someone to become a blockbuster."
Fan Xiaochai had strange eyes, and glanced at the young feudal lord who still had a cold knife hanging from his waist.
If you, the great master of martial arts who used swords, were to die, who would you bring that kind of grace that surged like the Guangling River
Is it the three apprentices Wang Sheng, Yu Dilong and Lu Yunchang
Or that woman surnamed Jiang who is also a sword embryo? Help her become a terrestrial fairy one step at a time
Xu Fengnian, who guessed what she was thinking, gave her a hard look.
Fan Xiaochai held a bowl of tea soup in one hand, while the hand under the table pressed the handle of the knife and rubbed it carefully.
The flamboyant hands that used to be free of yang and spring water, now hold a knife that kills people and drinks blood.
Fan Xiaochai suddenly asked: "You really don't want to climb the mountain?"
Xu Fengnian, with a slightly weird expression, shook his head and said, "I'm fine, but if you want to join in the fun, you don't have to follow me to Beicheng. I'll say hello to Chulu Mountain for you. I think you might as well go to Wudang Mountain, after all, such a grand occasion , and may not be seen in the future.”
Fan Xiaochai smiled and said, "No matter how tall Wudang Mountain is, is it as tall as you?"
Xu Fengnian rolled his eyes and said: "No matter how much you flatter me, it's useless. Even if I die young, I won't transfer my luck to you."
Fan Xiaochai laughed it off, and after drinking the bowl of calming soup, she really seemed calm and relaxed.
Fan Xiaochai suddenly clenched the handle of the knife, bursting with momentum.
Even the toad face in the distance could feel the undisguised strong murderous aura.
This is the style of Fan Xiaochai, the big crotch head of Fushuifang. When she wants to kill someone, she is always aboveboard. There is no distinction between victory and defeat, only life and death.
The young swordsman, whom she couldn't see through, got up and walked towards them with a tea bowl, and sat down very rudely, facing the young feudal lord.
Xu Fengnian smiled and said nothing, he didn't care about that unknown swordsman's interruption.
After the man sat down, his expression was solemn, and he said solemnly: "Unexpectedly, there is a man who is as handsome as me in the world. I am lucky to meet you."
Fan Xiaochai couldn't help twitching the corners of her mouth, she had seen shameless people, she had never seen such shameless people in her life.
Then the man turned his head and stared at Fan Xiaochai, "Young lady's saber is good, and her saber skills are even better, but it's a pity that the saber's power is not as good as expected."
Fan Xiaochai smiled, "Oh?"
The man lifted the tea bowl in his hand, like a teacher in a private school, and said with a serious look: "In my hometown, there is a kind of blue and white hand-pressed cup that every lady loves. When I hold it in my hand, the edge of the cup that is slightly turned out just fits in my hand. Yuan, moderate in size and weight, fits firmly in the hand, so it has the reputation of pressing the hand. No matter drinking tea or drinking, it can flatten a woman's body. On the other hand, the girl's innate physique is not outstanding, but she just relies on her family background or sect background. It is a combination of comprehension, relying on a strong heart to achieve today's cultivation, but in the long run, it will inevitably hurt the body, you must know that momentum is the most important word, and the girl is practicing in the opposite way, just like a woman with an average drinker who pretends to be heroic. Drinking from a big bowl is by no means a long-term solution."
Fan Xiaochai said flatly, "Are you my father?"
The man thought for a while, and said calmly: "Of course not, but I can be the girl's husband."
Xu Fengnian, who drank tea much slower than Fan Xiaochai, almost spit it out when he heard this sentence.
Fan Xiaochai smiled slightly, as if he was not annoyed by this disciple's rambunctious words, but the saber was already an inch out of its sheath.
The man was holding the bowl in his right hand, and his left hand rested on his knee under the table. At this time, his left hand was suddenly raised high.
It was clearly just an understatement and ordinary action, but it actually made the head of Fushuifang's first-class killer, who was as murderous as he was, feel numb for an instant, giving birth to an absurd illusion.
When the knife is drawn, it is death!