That young man, who looked like a son of an aristocratic family, really had a kind of "momentum". His master, who was always serious, would only tell him about this mysterious realm with narrowed eyes when he was in the mood to drink some wine. He also said that a fight between masters was similar to the four ways of looking, listening, questioning, and feeling the pulse of a master doctor. Watching the rise and fall of a master's momentum was only the first step, and listening to the master's words was the second step. The next step was to report each other's names and backgrounds to determine whether they were going to fight to the death. Finally, they would not fight unless it was absolutely necessary. At that time, it would most likely be a miserable ending of life and death. Lu Dayi did not take it seriously at first. After staying in the Western Regions for a long time, he was used to drawing his sword at the slightest disagreement. He was used to assassinations, interceptions, and fights where money could not be escaped. Why would he care about what sect or sect you were from? As long as someone's path to money was blocked, even if you were a king, you would have to suffer a blow. Men and women who made a living in the Western Regions, where no one cared about anything, did not care about life and death. Since they did not even care about life and death, why would they care whether you were a dragon crossing the river or a son of a rich family? If Lu Dayi did not cherish the hard-earned martial arts realm and finally had the hope of becoming a grandmaster, he would have recruited dozens of heroes to block the door after today's setback. If he still suffered losses, he would have called the masters on the ranking list in the outer city. If the outer city could not do it, after all, there were the top Bodhisattvas in the inner city who cultivated their Qi all year round. The Western Regions had long understood that the Western Regions belonged to the people of the Western Regions. Putting internal strife aside, if outsiders wanted to defecate here, no matter how powerful they were in the Central Plains or in Beimang, they would have to pay obediently! Over the past twenty years, Lu Dayi had seen a lot of people who had caused a lot of trouble to this big city, and he had even skinned their skin and pulled out their tendons. Just the number of people who died in the hands of him and his brothers were very difficult to deal with. Some died on the belly of a woman, and some were first injured by a knife in a child's sleeve, and then died in a fight with hundreds of people. Lu Dayi thought for a moment, and finally suppressed the killing intent that rose in his heart. He waved his hand and called for a trustworthy waiter, and asked the kid to inform the manager of the restaurant that the young man in the B and E rooms could not be touched.
The sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy who had already killed people rarely saw Master Lu's gloomy face. He did not dare to act rashly and hurriedly ran to pass on the "military intelligence", not forgetting to glance back at Master Lu's stalwart back as he walked down the stairs. In the boy's heart, a man who seemed to be sitting among a pile of bones, drinking wine and enjoying beautiful women was the most indomitable hero in the Western Regions. Other things aside, when Master Lu went to the high-class brothels to drink wine with prostitutes, the seductive women who usually did not even look them in the eye would always give a big discount when they received money from Master Lu. Even if they slept with Master Lu for free, they would not complain. It was said that they would often lie lazily on the bed and say, "Master Lu, come again." This was not a wild guess. Once, he was lucky enough to be taken by Master Lu to broaden his horizons. Although he sat outside the elder sister's room for an entire night and did not even dare to touch the small hand of the servant girl who was waiting outside the corridor with him, when Master Lu opened the door at dawn, he heard with his own ears that the elder sister used a tone that could make one's bones melt as she lazily said, "Master Lu, come again." Since then, the boy had been thinking about how to be half as capable as Master Lu in this lifetime before he was willing to close his eyes and die!
With more than a hundred thousand people densely packed together, it would be a big city even in the Central Plains, let alone in the vast Western Regions that was even more desolate than Beiliang. You can't compare it to Grand Peace City, can you?
After Hsu Fengnian finished his meal, night fell. He leaned on the windowsill and looked at the night view of the city filled with lights. There was no curfew in this city, and all the wealthy families in the Western Regions were gathered here. It had a natural quality of being free and unfettered. Naturally, Beiliang would not ignore such an important border area. Ever since his master, Li Yishan, was born, he was not satisfied with being restrained in the three provinces of Beiliang. According to the plan at that time, not only the thousands of ambushing soldiers in Mount Qingcheng, but also the Western Regions, including the refugees in Liuzhou, and even Western Shu and Nanzhao, should have become the strategic depth after the smoke of war rose everywhere. In this way, the Beiliang cavalry's unrivaled field battle strength could be fully displayed. Western Shu would provide the infantry, Nanzhao would provide the soldiers, and the Western Regions, together with the three provinces of Beiliang, would become the strategic depth for the Xu family's Iron Cavalry to gallop. This was the best strategic concept. This was also Hsu Fengnian's master, Li Yishan, truly full of brilliance. Unfortunately, even though Hsu Fengnian had successfully intercepted and killed Prince Zhao Kai and that sick tiger at the Battle of Iron Gate Pass, the imperial court was still one step ahead. In the end, Hsu Fengnian was still unable to help his master fulfill his long-cherished wish. However, Hsu Fengnian could not be discouraged, nor could he break a broken jar. Therefore, he had Cao Wei's special army that secretly infiltrated the Western Regions. For this reason, he had paid the price of almost all the ten thousand Youzhou cavalry being killed at the Battle of Calabash. In contrast, Hsu Fengnian had Liu Wenbao, the down-and-out scholar whom he had first met on the Spring God Lake and then accepted from the Mawei Courier Station in the capital, lurk in this city. He had even given him the identity of a second-class room owner in Fushui Society, who was responsible for the coordination between Beiliang and Cao Wei's cavalry. For the time being, Hsu Fengnian did not want to meet Liu Wenbao, who had sneaked into the inner city but had not yet gained a firm foothold. Things were different now. According to Fushui Society, Hsu Fengnian's portrait had been placed on many desks all over the world. Hsu Fengnian smiled and touched his face. The news from Xiangfan City was not good. Shu Xiu, the girl who had left Mount Qingliang, should have turned her act into reality. She had shown signs of opposing Beiliang on the matter of Lu Xu. However, she did not dare to openly offend Beiliang. According to the rules, she had to deal with Fushui Society every half a month. She was respectful and cautious. The sky was high and the emperor was far away. People's hearts were like ripples in the water. Hsu Fengnian was not too angry about this. He had no choice. When he was young, he always heard from his mother that the world was not peaceful. It was even more difficult for women to live in peace. Hsu Fengnian was too lazy to compete with a poor girl from Nanjiang. It was one thing for God, the Zhao family of Liyang, and Beimang's army to compete with Hsu Fengnian. Hsu Fengnian believed that he was not so miserable that he needed to vent his anger on a girl. However, Shu Xiu was one thing. If the Han from Jizhou, whom he had supported, dared to betray Beiliang, it would cross Beiliang's bottom line. It would be the same as the Horse Gang leader Song Diao 'er who secretly contacted Beimang's Taiping Order and Chun Jabo. Currently, it was difficult for Hsu Fengnian to do many things as he wished. However, after killing the Loyal Martyr of Liyang who had a dirty background, Hsu Fengnian did not have the slightest bit of soft-heartedness.
At the beginning of the month, a crescent moon hung in the night sky.
Hsu Fengnian could not sleep, so he simply sat on the roof of the restaurant with two pots of strong wine. He looked at the center of the inner city. The night scene at Little Nalanda with a prayer wheel at the top of the mountain was particularly splendid. Surrounding this small mountain, there were lanterns and colored banners everywhere. It was a scene of luxury every night. For no reason, Hsu Fengnian remembered the verbal confrontation with Xie Guanying that day. This scholar, who was ranked first in the Land Dynasty Immortal Painting, was not someone who only knew how to speak big words. Xie Guanying's words had indeed poked Hsu Fengnian's heart. That was, after Xu Xiao left Liaodong, he had been unhindered for half of his life. His real achievement during the Spring and Autumn Period was that he had smashed the foundation of the powerful clans that "although the country is broken, the family is still there". He had broken the old rule that "in times of peace, the aristocrats and the king ruled the world together. In times of chaos, the king changed but not the head of the family". There were many tragedies in the Spring and Autumn Period, but there were also many inside stories. Xu Xiao, who was a pawn of Liyang, was able to defeat the great Da Chu. How could there not be some unspeakable things involved? At that time, after Xu Xiao completed the encirclement and suppression of the Western Wall, how many aristocratic clans shamelessly bet on both sides? Otherwise, how could West Chu suddenly become one of the powerful officials in the imperial court? As for the Southern Tang aristocratic clans secretly colluding with Gu Jiantang, the commander-in-chief of Liyang's southern expedition, for the sake of their family's continued prosperity, it was even more uncountable. These inside stories that could not see the light of day, the common people, who could only drift along with the general trend, would never know. Perhaps only hundreds or thousands of years later would this dusty past be brought up by the historians of later generations in the vast literature.
The history books of the previous dynasty were always the servant girls and maids of the new dynasty, who could apply rouge and splash dirty water at will.
If nothing unexpected happened, Hsu Fengnian would certainly belong to the latter fate.
Hsu Fengnian did not care, nor did he care, whether the history books written in black and red in the history books thousands of years later would go down in infamy or go down in history. It was just like when he told the old stonecutter in the Paradise of Lanyu not long ago that he would do his best. Hsu Fengnian was no longer the incarnation of Zhenwu Great Emperor, nor was he the reincarnation of the Great Qin Dynasty's emperor. He was just Xu Xiao's son. The historians of the Central Plains could scold Hsu Fengnian for being arrogant but incompetent, losing the entrance to the Central Plains in the northwest, but they could not let the history books in just a few decades begin to scold the Xu family of Beiliang, who originated from Liaodong, as slaves of two surnames. Since Xu Xiao was gone, Hsu Fengnian could not let his father, who could not sleep well when he was alive, sleep well even after he died. In the end, Hsu Fengnian wanted to fight to the death with Beimang because of this selfishness. He wanted to leave a good reputation for Xu Xiao in the history books and accumulate good karma for his parents, eldest sister, second sister, and Huang Man'er.
Hsu Fengnian took a sip of wine, raised his sleeve to wipe the corner of his mouth, but did not put it down. He smiled softly and said, "Xu Xiao, as a father, you never ask for anything from your children, nor do you think that we have to have great achievements. But I'm a son who has never been filial. In the past, I only cared about going against you. I was so stingy that I only called you father a few times, for fear that my mother would be wronged if I called you father. In the future, you don't have to worry about it. Of course, you can't do anything about it. In the future, when people remember you, Xu Xiao, and read about our Xu family, some people will not follow the trend and sincerely say that the Xu family of Liaodong, like a tiger roaring for a hundred years, will not fall down even in death! "
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