Fan Xiaochai's hand holding the knife trembled slightly.
Even against Mi Fengjie, who is superior both in terms of martial arts and experience, Fan Xiaochai has never felt this kind of scary feeling, the key is that she never fears death.
The hidden young swordsman didn't take advantage of the momentum to make a move, but turned his head and shouted to the tea stall owner, "Add three bowls of calming soup."
Xu Fengnian smiled and said, "Excellent."
Xu Fengnian said to Fan Xiaochai: "Don't be nervous, this young master has no malicious intentions."
Fan Xiaochai's face was pale, and his eyes became more and more gloomy.
After the shopkeeper of the tea stand brought three bowls of calming soup to the table, the man nodded and said, "Of course there is no malice. Ever since I entered the rivers and lakes, I always thought that I would become a fairy couple with Xuanyuan Ziyi from Daxueping, Huishan. But after seeing the girl in front of me, I felt that she must miss my good match."
Xu Fengnian had to repeat: "Excellent."
The man turned his head to Fan Xiaochai and said empathetically, "It's okay for the girl to kill me, but it's better to drink the tea soup and find a secluded and spacious place, then I will definitely not fight back and let the girl use the knife. "
Fan Xiaochai took a deep breath, clenched the handle of the knife tightly with five fingers, gritted his teeth and said, "Are you courting death?!"
In the end, the man gave a bastard answer that no one thought of. He looked very serious, "I'm looking for you."
Fan Xiaochai's eyes revealed the resoluteness of seeing death as home, and he drew his knife out of its sheath recklessly, at the moment when the tip of the knife was about to completely reveal its momentum and climb to the apex.
The young swordsman who had always had a rigid face smiled for the first time, and leaned forward slightly to Fan Xiaochai. With his left hand and fingers together, he pointed at the center of Fan Xiaochai's eyebrows, staying an inch away from her eyebrows.
There is a lot of meaning in the movement and stillness.
Fan Xiaochai leaned back quickly, trying to avoid the sharp edge.
But after the man let go of his fingers, he gently pressed her shoulder with his palm.
Shocking scarlet blood oozes from the corner of Fan Xiaochai's mouth.
Xu Fengnian narrowed his eyes.
That man's hand is indeed remarkable. It's not about the surprise of the moves or the arrogance, but the depth of his heart.
Fan Xiaochai raised his arm and wiped away the blood casually.
The young swordsman still supported her shoulders, restrained his smile, and said earnestly: "Girl, when it comes to majesty, there is righteousness, but also fierceness. The difference is that the former is like this post road, and it doesn't hurt to ride side by side." However, the latter is the single-plank bridge with only a place for standing cones. For a long time, how can you climb to the top in one go, even if you are a land god, fighting to the death with people, you still need to take a breath of fresh air."
Fan Xiaochai's lips were tightly shut.
In fact, her mouth was full of blood at this moment, and she couldn't even say a word.
But she still didn't want to spit it out.
If Xu Fengnian, king of Beiliang, is the person she most wants to kill in her life, then the guy in front of her who has been kicked by a donkey more than once can be ranked second, surpassing the person who personally turned her into a dead man in Fushuifang in the early years Chu Lushan!
Xu Fengnian sighed, held up the bowl of calming soup that had just been delivered, poured more than half of it into the previous empty bowl, and then handed it to Fan Xiaochai.
She hesitated for a moment, then took the white bowl, shook off the man's palm on her shoulder, turned around, lowered her head, spit blood into the tea bowl, and drank the tea soup in one gulp.
Perhaps apart from Xu Fengnian, the only person in the world at the nearby table was Li Houzhong, the Xuelu gun master, who had figured out a little bit of mystery.
Even in the eyes of Lu Jiejun of Misty Peak and boxing master Feng Zongxi, the young swordsman's strikes seemed to be nothing unusual except for their speed, and this speed seemed to be just that.
As for the others, they were even more confused.
The young swordsman looked at Fan Xiaochai's back, hesitant to speak, but finally he couldn't say anything.
He turned his head to look at Xu Fengnian and asked: "You are either an ordinary person who has never practiced martial arts, or a top person who is good at practicing Qi, otherwise I will not fail to catch the uniqueness of your Qi movement. But since you have With the courage to hang a cold knife to swagger through the market, there is... this girl walking with her, I believe her identity is not simple, then... "
Xu Fengnian quietly waited for the next sentence.
But this time the young swordsman did not disappoint, "Then dare to ask this girl's name?"
Xu Fengnian smiled and said: "It used to be called Fan Xiaochai, the chai of the hairpin, but now it is called Fan Xiaochai, the firewood's firewood."
The man nodded and said, "As I expected, they are all good names!"
Xu Fengnian was speechless.
After so many years of wandering in the rivers and lakes, he finally met an opponent with the same thickness of skin
It's just that in the most desolate rivers and lakes of my year, at least I relied on my face, begging for water with village women and girls, and I was invincible without defeat, but this one in front of me was purely on face.
The man thought for a while, "Forget it, I wanted to ask you about something, but I don't need it now. Anyway, it doesn't matter if I go to Wudang Mountain or not."
Xu Fengnian, who already knew the identity of the young swordsman, asked with a smile: "Why doesn't it matter? Don't you really want to compete with that Northern Liang king?"
The young swordsman was stunned and said, "Do you know who I am?"
Xu Fengnian nodded.
He rubbed his chin, and suddenly realized: "It's not easy for you to guess my identity just by my appearance, but after all, it's also reasonable."
Xu Fengnian began to understand Fan Xiaochai's feelings.
Fan Xiaochai had already turned around, put the white bowl on the table, stared at the man, "I will kill you!"
The man was neither sarcastic nor annoyed. He grinned brightly and said, "As you like."
Xu Fengnian asked curiously, "Aren't you joking?"
The man was sitting upright, and said in a deep voice: "I never joke with people! If you really like someone, shouldn't it be love at first sight? I don't think you can fall in love with someone because you love each other, but after you like someone Will love each other. Why, don't you believe it?"
Xu Fengnian looked at this young face in a daze.
He thought of the old man in the sheepskin fur and the Fengdu green robe.
It turns out that there are idiots in the world today.
Unreasonable, unreasonable.
Xu Fengnian smiled and said softly: "I believe."
Fan Xiaochai asked blankly, "Who are you?!"
Xu Fengnian couldn't help rubbing his brows, and as expected, the guy across from him began to hurt people invisible again, "Miss Xiaochai, I like you, it has nothing to do with whether you like me or not."
Then he blinked at Fan Xiaochai, "If one day, I don't like you anymore, don't be surprised."
Fan Xiaochai's emotions almost collapsed, and he roared angrily, "Who the hell are you!"
Until this time, the young swordsman held down the hilt of his waist, looked at her with clear eyes and smiled, "Taibai Sword Sect, Chen Tianyuan!"
He paused for a while, and said loudly: "So! The only time I don't like you is when Chen Tianyuan's sword is broken!"
At the nearby tables, as long as there were young men and women who happened to be drinking tea soup or chewing cakes, they all spit out on the spot without exception.
Taibai Sword Sect, exiled immortal Chen Tianyuan!
In the century-old rivers and lakes, there are many peaks competing for beauty, but since the Spring and Autumn Sword Armor Li Chungang, Chen Tianyuan is still the most well-deserved talent in swordsmanship! Break through the fastest!
At the same time, Lu Jiejun and Feng Zongxi quietly looked at Xuelu Gunslinger Li Houzhong, who nodded slightly.
It should be the one from Taibai Jianzong.
Sitting on the same table with the three seniors, the toad-faced and thin-lipped beauty looked at each other.
Didn't it say that the Taibai Sword Sect exiled immortal, who first came out of the rivers and lakes, became famous all over the world with a long sword in a white sheath hanging on a white horse
Didn't it mean that the exiled immortal was as handsome as a god in the sky
Xu Fengnian slowly raised the tea bowl, not in a hurry to drink the tea soup, and looked into the distance, dazed.
This person is at this moment.
Others don't see that scene.
There was once a bad old man who liked to pick his feet, and said angrily, "What old sword god! It's the sword god!"
There was once a poor knight-errant with a wooden sword who didn't even make a sound, and said with pride, "If there is a peerless swordsman surnamed Wen on the rivers and lakes, don't doubt it, it will be me!"
Someone is no longer alive.
Some people are no longer in the arena.
Some people are still in sight.
After Xu Fengnian came back to his senses, he put down the tea bowl, and shouted to the trembling tea stall owner over there: "Is there any green ant wine, two jugs!"
Now Beiliang Road has banned wine making, so large and small wine shops and restaurants, the newly brewed green ants are destined not to be able to drink, most of them are stored in the cellar in previous years. Business, after all, a bowl of calming soup is only a few pennies, and it is far less easy to make money than selling wine. I bought some relatively cheap old green ant wine from the restaurant, and now there are four or five jars left, so I will give it to this table. I brought two jars over, and now the price of one jar is about the same as four jars of green ants a few years ago. Fortunately, Beiliang has never had the habit of adding water. There are good and bad green ants, but they are all authentic. As people from the rivers and lakes of the Central Plains flocked to Wudang Mountain, it is unknown who was the first to shout out, saying, "If you don't drink green ant wine, you will come to Beiliang for nothing."
Chen Tianyuan asked: "Your treat?"
Xu Fengnian nodded and said: "If you invite me to calm your mind, I will treat you to green ant wine. What's wrong?"
Chen Tianyuan said seriously: "There's nothing wrong with it, it's just that I don't drink alcohol."
Xu Fengnian asked in surprise: "Are there any swordsmen in the world who don't drink?"
Chen Tianyuan pointed to himself, and said with a matter of course: "I am."
Xu Fengnian looked at the two jars of green ant wine on the table, feeling a little embarrassed.