The young man rolled his eyes. He was wearing a Guangling saber wrapped in green silk. It was an imitation of Beiliang's third generation Xu family's saber. In terms of sharpness, it lost to the first generation Xu Saber, and in terms of lightness, it lost to the second generation Xu Saber. Relatively speaking, it was most similar to the third generation Xu Saber. However, experts in the art of war knew that there was no such thing as the best saber in the world. There were only sabers that were most suitable for the soldiers of the family. Just like the soldiers in the northwest region of the dynasty, they were usually tall, had long arms, and had outstanding physical strength. The soldiers of the Guangling Path were inferior by a notch. This was a natural disadvantage that could not be changed by human resources. Regardless of whether Zhao Yi's reputation was good or bad, regardless of his skill in raising soldiers, he was at least one of the best among the vassals. Otherwise, no matter how thick-skinned this fat pig was, he would not be so shameless as to compete with Beiliang for the title of the world's best soldier. The Guangling Path had the brand-new armor and horses from the Liyang Dynasty, and had also quietly produced the newest Guangling saber. However, it had not yet been released on a large scale. The saber that the young man was wearing was a new saber that had not yet been made public. It would be named either the Spring Snow Saber or the Yilou Saber. It could be seen that Zhao Yi and the higher-ups of the Guangling Path had high hopes for this saber. Just as the young man was about to speak, he was glared at by the man who did not wear a saber and did not look cultured. The young man immediately shut his mouth and sullenly drank his wine. It was really torturous to not be able to spit it out quickly.
A retainer hurried into the inn and whispered into the ear of an ordinary-looking man. The man nodded, got up, and walked straight to Xu Fengnian's table. He said with a warm smile, "Young master, do you have any scholarly achievements? If you don't think it's too much, why don't you come work for me? Other than the women who are with me, I am always willing to give you anything. "
Hsu Fengnian asked, "Are you the General of the Spring Snow Building, Song Li?"
The man was stunned for a moment, as if he did not expect his identity to be seen through at a glance. The old man beside him had said that this lad's aura was not ordinary. He was either a First Pin master who had hidden his strength or a Qi master who focused more on his mind than his skills. The man could not help but click his tongue in wonder. It should be known that the old man who had always been arrogant in Guangling Sect was as famous as the former number one of the Southeast, Chai Qingshan. Chai Qingshan was not only a master of swordsmanship, but also the master of the Dongyue Sword Pool, Song Nianqing's Martial Uncle. Previously, he had relied on Zhao Yi for the sake of the sect's reputation and was reluctantly "expelled" by the Dongyue Sword Pool. Now that Song Nianqing had died, Chai Qingshan had been respectfully invited back to the Sword Pool to take charge of the affairs. In this way, the old retainer beside him was the well-deserved number one master of Guangling Sect. The old man's name was very common, Wang Fu, but his saber skills had already reached perfection, even before Gu Jiantang. It could be said that Gu Jiantang was among the top ten masters in the world, and never dropped out of the Wushu Evaluation. He once stepped on the shoulders of this old man. The old man treasured the famous saber "Cough Bead", nicknamed "Ghost under the Wrist". In the past few Wushu Evaluation sessions, people who used sabers all over the world all had the same understanding. Those who were truly proud of their saber skills could be counted with one's fingers. Among them, Gu Jiantang was ranked first. Mao Shulang, who was from Nanjiang but was still strong despite his age, had already completely sealed his saber. Coupled with the fact that he had no successor, he went to play with flowers, grass, fish and insects. Wang Fu unknowingly rose one rank, ranking before Yuan Zuozong of Beiliang, who had abandoned his saber for many years. The reason why this martial arts magnate did not enter the Wushu Evaluation was because his strength was slightly inferior, but more of the reason was that his martial arts ethics were extremely poor when he was young. When he encountered masters, he never knew what elegance was and used all kinds of sinister tricks. Years ago, in order to disturb the enemy's state of mind, he had people kidnap the enemy's wife and child before the battle. When he showed up, he threw the enemy's child's thumb. The enemy, who had always been calm and peaceful, lost the support of his state of mind and finally died under Wang Fu's saber. Even though he was old, he still did not act like an old man. His temperament was extremely devious. His bladesmanship was a dark path, and he was especially diligent in slaughtering those talented Jianghu juniors. He would kill almost every one he saw.
It had been many years since Wang Fu had the opportunity to pull out his Cough Bead Blade. His original intention was to kill just now as a way to relieve his boredom. If he made a mistake and really encountered a troublesome master, with Guangling Path's top nobleman Song Li's 3,000 Steel Cavalry holding the fort, a lone Jianghu outsider would not be able to make any waves. When he was captured, he could be slowly used to sharpen his blade. In these years of relying on the imperial court, Wang Fu had done many such shady deeds. However, Song Li, who was recently conferred the title of General Heng Jiang by the imperial court, had his own plans. He did not go along with the intentions of this bladesmanship master. Instead, he had the intention to recruit him. It was not that he lacked valiant generals who could charge and break through enemy lines, but Song Li had always had a strong hobby of collecting beautiful women and Jianghu experts. Furthermore, he only treated them as flowers on brocade and not charcoal in the snow. Once he obtained them, he would be satisfied if he could take a few glances at them whenever he remembered them. Just like this time, when Wang Xianzhi announced that she would not return after leaving the city, Martial Emperor City lost its last life-saving talisman. Many Jianghu experts who could not see the light of day were recruited by Song Li, who was close to them. Song Li also did not care about their character.
Song Li was all smiles, but Wang Fu did not dare to let his guard down. There were countless unorthodox methods in the Jianghu, and only God knew if the remnants of West Chu had their eyes on this newly conferred General of Heng Jiang. If Song Li was schemed against, the Spring Snow Building was in need of people. If he lost a trusted general before the war even started, the vassal king Zhao Yi would skin him alive and pull out his tendons. Everyone in the Spring Snow Building knew that Song Li's current power and status was not only because he was capable, but also because Zhao Yi saw Song Li as a character who would share his fortune and misfortune. This point was even more important. The shrewd old Spring Snow Building member, Lu Shengxiang, might not be without resentment.
Hsu Fengnian glanced at the "Ghost under the Wrist" Wang Fu, who was holding his breath in concentration, and quickly retracted his gaze. Song Li waited for a moment and did not receive a reply. He laughed at himself and did not hide his regret. He slowly said, "I am just a small general. Since I am not able to enter Young Master's discerning eyes, I hope that when we meet again, you and I can have a good drink. I still have some urgent matters to attend to, so I will not disturb Young Master's tea time. In the future, as long as Young Master travels the Jianghu in the Guangling Road, no matter if it is a big or small matter, you just need someone to send a message to your residence. I will definitely be there. "
Song Li cupped his fist lightly and left with a smile. His bearing was extremely good. Not only did he not bully others, but he also admitted that his foundation was not deep enough. It was not that the young masters present were blind and did not recognize a true Buddha. If it were other heroes of the Jianghu, even if they were not deeply grateful, they would inevitably have a good impression of a general who lowered himself and treated them with respect. When Song Li cupped his fist and left, Hsu Fengnian also put down his teacup and stood up to send him off with his eyes. The diners at the nearby tables were quite frightened when they heard the conversation between the two sides that did not deliberately hide anything. When they looked at Hsu Fengnian again, their gaze was no different from looking at a complete fool who did not know what was good for him.
Walking out of the door, Song Li walked down the steps and asked softly, "Elder Wang, did you identify this person's cultivation?"
Wang Fu took out a fragrant porcelain bottle from his sleeve, unscrewed the lid, and lowered his head to sniff it. He said darkly, "Strange, strange. This Old Man purposely leaked some of his killing intent, but this kid did not purposely pretend to be a fool. After noticing it, he immediately stopped twirling his cup, but then there was no more movement. Could it be that he was apprenticed to a Taoist priest since childhood? Otherwise, he would not have such composure. Ordinary experts, when attracted by a sudden killing intent, can maintain their posture and pretend to be as steady as Mount Tai. However, the subtle changes in their pupils and the speed of their Qi circulation are difficult to hide. However, This Old Man can confirm one thing. Looking at his continuous gestures of raising, holding, and putting down the cup, this kid must be a person who uses a knife. "
Song Li smiled. "Usually, Elder Wang can kill if you want to, but now is not the same as before. Many things may affect the whole situation. It is better to avoid unnecessary trouble."
Wang Fu reluctantly agreed and put away the bottle, as if not killing people was equivalent to accumulating merit and virtue. He said with a smile, "That kid probably doesn't know that he has wandered around the gates of hell."
Song Li turned and mounted his horse. Together, seven or eight riders rushed to the military town. A few li away, a scout came back with a military report. Over there, there was a pair of women who were extremely interesting. Not only did they provoke his soldiers, they also did not have the slightest self-awareness. One of them threatened to make him, the General of Heng Jiang, suffer the consequences. Song Li was not angry, but he felt that it was a bit chewy. Song Li naturally knew the temperament of his army of tigers and wolves. He raised his soldiers to raise them like jackals and wolves. If they did not eat people, how could they kill people on the battlefield? There were many horse bandits in the forest north of Guangling Road. Among them, there were six or seven horse bandits with more than a hundred people. Not only did they kill and set fires unscrupulously, but they also teased the local soldiers as easily as a cat playing with a mouse. Song Li also had an even more ruthless place. After his own soldiers became extremely difficult to exterminate, he sent many new soldiers who were in the dark to fight with them. They fed each other's fighting strength and died in vain.
Galloping on the street, Song Li suddenly sighed with emotion. "Who would dare to believe that Wang Xianzhi would die in the hands of that person?"
Wang Fu, who had always been arrogant, had a gloomy face. "If someone did not recognize Lou Huang who was carrying Old Monster Wang's corpse, no one would believe it."
Song Li smiled and asked, "Then isn't the one surnamed Xu the new number one in the world?"
Wang Fu had never seen others doing well. He sneered and said, "Even if that young vassal king could survive, half of his life would be gone. Every year, he would have to consume several furnaces of Wudang's elixirs to keep his life. How could he be the number one in the world! From this Old Man's point of view, Wang Xianzhi is most likely dead. In fact, it was Beiliang who sent out all of its elites and some unknown hidden death soldiers that luckily killed Wang Xianzhi. "
Song Li smiled indifferently and did not comment.
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