When Hsu Fengnian killed the real dragon of Beimang, his state dropped greatly. If he could, why would he be willing to take the risk and run out of the calabash? However, the Beiliang cavalry was different from other border troops. The whole world knew that these cavalry were surnamed Xu, and so did the Beiliang Frontier Army. However, Hsu Fengnian had usurped the title of Prince. How difficult would it be to convince the 300,000 armored soldiers? The army and Jianghu were two different worlds. Just because Hsu Fengnian had become one of the few grandmasters in the world, he did not have the right to order thousands of soldiers and horses around. Xu Xiao was only barely at the level of Master of Martial Arts. Why was he the only one who could convince the masses? Why was it that Gu Jiantang was the world's number one saber master, but his confidant Cai Nan led tens of thousands of soldiers under his command to see Xu Xiao, who was wearing armor and holding a spear, and at the risk of losing his reputation and being useless in the eyes of the civil officials of Liyang, he still willingly knelt down and saluted Xu Xiao and turned around to ask Xu Xiao to inspect the army. The reason was simple. Xu Xiao could not kill many people single-handedly, but since Xu Xiao left Liaodong, how many big cities had he slaughtered? How many surrendered soldiers had he killed? Martial artists were not scholars. They did not have sentimental feelings like "unjust spring and autumn, the sinking of the Central Plains". Even if you were the soldiers who once again wore armor for the Zhao family after the fall of their country, other than hatred, you would still have an indescribable respect for Xu Xiao in the depths of your heart.
Hsu Fengnian knew that the prayer wheel might not be able to turn, but he still had to stand there obediently, feeling conflicted.
The big dragon chair in Tai 'an City could be sat on by anyone except Hsu Fengnian. The big tiger skin chair on Mount Qing Liang could not be sat on by anyone except Hsu Fengnian. This wasn't something that Hsu Fengnian could change just because his martial arts realm was extraordinary. In one's lifetime, there are bound to be concerns, and it is extremely difficult to become a self-proclaimed Han. Xu Xiao, who was rarely eloquent in his speech, once said that when people come to this world, they have to suffer hardships to pay their debts. After paying their debts, if at the end of their lives there is still a surplus, then it is already a man's great ability. In the past, Hsu Fengnian did not feel much about this. However, when he saw the domineering actions of those general families in Lingzhou, his heart ached, but he also felt at ease. Look, these were the descendants of the people who had fought alongside Xu Xiao. Xu Xiao had never let down their fathers, who had risked their lives for him. That was why they could enjoy the happiness they had today! Even in a barren border like Beiliang, Xu Xiao still allowed them to live a peaceful and luxurious life in Lingzhou, which was beyond the Great Wall in Jiangnan. Hsu Fengnian's hatred for Zhong Hongwu, the true killing intent, was not because the Huaihua General looked down on him, the second generation, but because Zhong Hongwu, who left the border to abuse his power as a matter of course, had harmed the general families in Lingzhou to the point that they had forgotten Xu Xiao's good intentions.
Standing by the window and looking at the bustling street outside, Hsu Fengnian said self-mockingly, "Aren't the heroes free to go?"
There was a series of knocks on the door. It was the waiter of the restaurant who came to ask if he wanted to order some food. If it was not because he found it troublesome and did not want to go downstairs, the restaurant could deliver food to the room. The waiter even directly asked if he wanted to eat some "outside food" that was rich in dialect. He said that not only were there wild horses on the grassland, there were also skinny horses from Jiangnan that could play a little tune. It was just that the price was a little more expensive. It was 20 taels of silver each time. Xu Fengnian politely declined with a smile and only asked for dinner. When the waiter saw that Xu Fengnian did not look fat, he rolled his eyes on the spot and left resentfully. He complained that the coachman, who had not yet left the city to wait for good news, had poor eyesight. How many copper coins could he get from finding such a lean two-legged sheep?
After that, Hsu Fengnian ate the food that was laced with knockout powder. The waiter who came to bring back the food box and chopsticks dawdled for a long time, but did not wait for Hsu Fengnian to hit his head on the table. He knew that he had encountered a difficult person. This was not a rare thing in this kind of unscrupulous restaurant that had been open for many years. Since soft methods did not work, then they would use hard methods. The restaurant had one or two treasures whose hands were stained with blood. If they really met a capable person who could not be persuaded by soft or hard methods, then they would admit defeat. Men who were able to take root in the Western Regions were particularly forthright in this kind of matter. They were able to put down their pride. If someone stepped on the ground, they would also be able to pick it up. Soon, a burly middle-aged man with a scar on his face pushed open the door and entered. Four or five waiters who liked to join in the fun gathered at the corner of the corridor. They were either acting as the banker or placing bets on how long the handsome lad could last. One of them who was a gambling addict seemed to have lost many times. This time, he gambled big and used all his money to bet that the young lad would be safe and sound. The banker was the waiter who had delivered the food to the room earlier. He accepted the three or four taels of silver with a smile on his face and could not close his mouth. Unexpectedly, before the money had even warmed up, he had to give back seven or eight taels of silver. It was actually from a restaurant that was slightly famous in the outer city. Master Lu had just entered when he walked out. The restaurant waiter who was acting as the banker immediately tugged at his sleeve and asked bitterly, "Master Lu, could it be that you have taken a fancy to that handsome lad's appearance, so you went easy on him? This humble one will have to work hard for half a year for nothing. "
The burly man who had the aura of a bandit for many years, but still had some of the arrogance of a soldier, flew into a rage when he heard the waiter's words. He kicked the bastard who had added fuel to the fire and sent him crashing into the corridor wall. Fortunately, he had used a bit of strength, but it was still enough to make the waiter feel better. He half-knelt on the ground and gasped for breath like a fish on land, unable to utter a single word. The burly man lowered his voice and said angrily, "Go easy on your mother! If your mother was in the room, this daddy would have made her unable to get out of bed for half a month!"
How could the waiter dare to refute him? He endured the pain and groaned softly. Compared to that kick, this kind of vulgar words couldn't be any lighter. In the Western Regions, what did this amount to? It couldn't even be considered an appetizer. Even people like them, who were born and raised in this city in their twenties and thirties, more or less knew some inside stories. Twenty years ago, there were many men and women who were unable to survive here with their own abilities. It was unknown how many noble women and jade leaves had to 'entertain guests' in the dimly lit private kilns. The men who guarded the door and solicited business for them might be their fathers or even the men in charge of the household. Therefore, many old men now, when they were sunbathing and waiting for death, liked to take a stance and say similar things to young people like them. "You young people are really born late. We are at the age where we are full of vigor and vitality, yet we have met a good age. Those women from the east, whether they are in their teens or twenties, or in their thirties or forties, are much more beautiful than the women you see on the streets today. Their skin is really like fine silk to the touch. Although they are always bashful and like to make people extinguish the oil lamp before doing it, otherwise they will ask for more money, but this is not a big deal. Because when you really get on top of their bodies, you will know the pleasure. This kind of luck with women, you bunch of brats can forget about it." That man didn't pay attention to these young rascals whose eyes couldn't hold half a bowl of water and directly left. Even though he was far away from that room, he still had lingering fear. He had some words that he didn't have the face to say. When he stepped over the threshold, he just glanced at that person and almost couldn't take another step forward. If that person didn't smile and didn't continue to make things difficult for him, he would have already retreated and raised the flag high. But when he took seven or eight steps forward as if he was drinking milk, he was already drenched in sweat. No matter what, he was a brave man who had lived on the edge of a blade for twenty years, but he didn't dare to sit down. He only lightly cupped his fists and said, "Sorry to disturb the young master." When the young master nodded and smiled, he finally had the energy to move and turn around. Otherwise, he would probably be standing there like a block of wood waiting for death.
This man stood at the top of the stairs on the second floor and stopped. The more he thought about it, the more confused he became. He, Lu Dayi, was a brave man in the army of a fallen country in the Spring and Autumn Period at a young age. After so many years, he didn't lose his skills. Even after coming to this ancient Protectorate of the Western Region, he still relied on luck to learn many unique skills from the Jianghu seniors who lived in seclusion here. How many times had he waded through blood and thrilling battles? Now, he even touched the threshold of Master Realm. Although he was at the bottom of the list of top twenty people in the outer city and didn't have a good ranking, he was still someone on the list. Could it be that it was really like what that old master said, that the so-called masters of the Western Region who lived behind closed doors were too weak? Compared to the orthodox Jianghu of the Central Plains, they were thousands of miles away? Lu Dayi fled to the Western Region with his benefactor when he was 19 years old. In the past, he was also a soldier in the army and didn't have any thoughts about his homeland. As for the Jianghu of the Liyang Dynasty, he had never been involved. He always felt that this city was the capital of the Western Region. To be able to stand out and make a career here, even if they were not inferior to the masters of the Central Plains, they were not much worse. He firmly believed that among the top ten masters in the inner city, even if not all of them were on par with the so-called World Martial Arts Master, there should be at least two or three of them who were qualified to be on the list. However, today, Lu Dayi only met the young man face to face, and he suddenly realized that he was a frog at the bottom of the well.
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