Regardless of how Lv Qiantang and Yang Qingfeng used to conduct themselves, whether they were open-minded or insidious, they had been forced to develop a cautious temperament in the Prince of Northern Liang's Mansion, which had a strict hierarchy like that of an emperor's family. The conversation between His Highness Heir Apparent and the great halberd Ning Emei went in one ear and out the other, so they did not dare to think about it.
Only Shu Xiu, who was a girl among the three, was willing to carefully observe the situation. She was not familiar with the inner workings of the Beiliang army, but she could see that His Royal Highness' casual words had vaguely won the general's sincere affection. Drinking big bowls of wine, six bowls of wine down his stomach, the man's heroism was endless. If she were His Royal Highness, she would definitely strike while the iron was hot. For example, she would invite General Ning to sit down and drink. At the very least, she would comfort him with a few words about the tragedy of the Phoenix Battalion's casualties. However, after His Royal Highness invited him to drink, he turned around to tease the white cat. He insisted that his pet, whose nickname was Wu Meiniang, also drink. He said that if a drunk rat dared to slash a cat with a saber, then the drunk cat dared to kill a tiger with a sword, causing the beautiful courtesan to hug the cat and hide.
Sure enough, it was just as the old man, who was at the level of a land sword immortal, had said. His Royal Highness really liked some small and charming affairs. He had no choice but to be patient and not eat meat. This made Shu Xiu, who was proficient in the eighteen types of martial arts and thirty-six positions in bed, unable to display her skills. How could His Royal Highness be so unromantic?
After drinking wine and eating meat, Hsu Fengnian's body was full and warm. Just as he was worrying about not having any entertainment, he saw two young swordsmen appear on the wide official road. They held their swords and stood across the road. Their elegance and bearing were rarely seen in the common people of the marketplace. What was even rarer was that the two young swordsmen seemed to have made an appointment. One was wearing a fluttering white robe, the other was wrapped in a glaring black robe. One in black and one in white stood on the side of the road.
In addition to Hsu Fengnian's table of extravagant spenders, there were four or five tables of drinkers who had stopped to rest. These people did not have much money in their pockets, but their interest in watching the spectacle was no less than His Royal Highness's in the past. Each and every one of them widened their eyes, wanting to see these two wanderers display some beautiful moves so that they could show off to their friends and family. Yongzhou was not like Beiliang, where the folk customs were valiant and wanderers everywhere. Both the old and new provincial governors had vigorously banned martial arts within their borders. The current Yongzhou Provincial Governor, Tian Zong, was Great General Gu's favorite disciple in the past. In the Southern Han Country, he was the first to obtain the first merit of crossing the river. Tian Zong, who was a martial artist, was not the slightest bit lenient towards the younger generation. He had a group of three hundred light cavalry specifically to deal with those scoundrels who played with spears and sticks. Once they were caught, they would ruthlessly deal with them. When they were thrown into prison, they would be whipped until their flesh was split open. If they were disciples of Jianghu sects, they would be investigated and punished. As a result, it was very difficult for Yongzhou to see the flourishing scene of the martial arts world twenty years ago.
The two swordsmen fought until the sky turned dark and the earth turned dark. They exchanged blows back and forth, and the coordination of their sword moves was so seamless that it made the laymen exclaim in admiration. Soon, the bored drinkers, who had their eyes widened, cheered and applauded loudly. Dust immediately flew up on the official road. A few carriages passing by stopped to admire the dazzling sword moves and sword momentum.
Hsu Fengnian turned his head to look at the carefully arranged show. In the past, when he was in Beiliang, he was just a bystander and was happy to tip a lot of silver taels. Now that he had started practicing the saber, he had seen the fierce saber of the White Fox Face and the White Haired Old Man, and he had personally blocked countless sword moves of the Wudang Sword Maniac Wang Xiaoping, not to mention the two sword moves of the old God of Sword Li Chungang. The two swordsmen's spirit was weak, and their crude sword moves were even more difficult to master. After watching for a while, Hsu Fengnian felt bored and asked with a smile, "Lü Qiantang, how many sword moves of yours can these two people block when they work together?"
Lü Qiantang, who had been watching the tide and practicing the big sword and wholeheartedly forging the vigorous sword will, answered truthfully, "Not even one sword move."
Hsu Fengnian looked at Yu Youwei and joked, "These two people are waiting here, trying their best to swindle some silver taels from me. Their intentions are commendable. Look at their brand-new clothes, they might have saved money from starvation. Moreover, Yongzhou prohibits martial arts very strictly. If they dare to compete on the official road, they must have some courage. Youwei, do you think they should be rewarded? "
It should be known that Yu Youwei's mother was the head of the Sword Servants of the Late Emperor of West Chu. Although she had only learned a little of the splendid sword dance, she had understood most of its spirit. Naturally, she was not interested in these two pretentious embroidered pillows. She shook her head and said, "Their sword skills are mediocre. They shouldn't be rewarded."
Hsu Fengnian did not say anything. He picked up his wine bowl and drank a mouthful of wine. He was in a daze, which was a bit abnormal. On the official road, the two swordsmen saw that there was no movement here for a long time. When they heard that His Royal Highness was traveling in Liangzhou, they began to rehearse for a long time. They were about to use up all the moves they had practiced for a long time. It was inevitable that they were anxious. The white-robed swordsman was unsettled and accidentally forgot to follow the rehearsal sword move, injuring his opponent. As a result, the black-robed swordsman was also injured and began to fight with all his might. This inadvertently attracted the attention of the spectators who did not know what was going on. They were extremely excited. They only felt that this fierce battle was really exciting. There was even blood! How could such a soul-stirring competition between experts be compared to a common villager carrying a kitchen knife and a hoe?
Some of the customers who were short on money and could only carefully count their copper coins to buy wine were willing to each order a few more bowls of apricot wine.
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