The old man with the sword on his back loosened his grip in disappointment. The clear heart of the sword that he had nurtured for decades was completely broken. His expression was dull, and he had lost the demeanor of a grandmaster. The purple-clothed woman, who had painstakingly earned the title of Fairy, had an indifferent expression on her face that was as cold as ice. She wanted to say something, but she couldn't. Her watery eyes seemed to be able to speak, and there were actually three kinds of emotions in them: reverence, admiration, and guilt. The man from the Western Shu Family put away his thoughts of fishing in troubled waters and put on a submissive posture. He tried to maintain the bearing of a disciple of a noble family, and did not show too much of an opportunistic attitude. His sister was the biggest contrast. Newborn calves were not afraid of tigers. Not only did she not shrink back, she widened her eyes. The only thing that was not written on her face was that she wanted to marry him.
Madam Song did not add insult to injury. She stopped smiling and came to Hsu Fengnian's side. As if there was no one around, she began to introduce everyone to Hsu Fengnian. "Purple Bamboo Fairy Huang Chunyu is from the Sword Mountain, which is only ranked after the Spring Invitation Cottage. Her master is the Douniu Peak Master, Deng Qiang. She was a guest at General Liu's mansion some time ago, and she just came to the Snow Lotus House yesterday. If I'm not wrong, the brother and sister are from the Lu Family in Yizhou. As for this senior who is unwilling to … Oh, disdainful to use his sword, he is called Ruan Jinghua. He is one of the few Jianghu masters in the Western Shu Sect. There was once a poet who praised his sword skills as' a thousand riders rolling up snow over a great hill '. Therefore, he has the nickname of' Thousand Riders Sword Immortal 'in the Southwest Wulin of Liyang. "
The old Sword Immortal, who had just come back to life, almost spat out blood when he heard the word 'disdainful'. His face was pale, and his lips trembled violently.
Hsu Fengnian finally looked at the old man and asked with a smile, "You are Ruan Jinghua? When you were young, you admired the Sword God Li Chungang, so you gave up literature to practice martial arts. You even wrote the famous poem 'Three Feet'? "
The old man was stunned for a moment. This swordsman with no spirit left nodded slowly.
Hsu Fengnian said unexpectedly, "Excuse me."
Ruan Jinghua only felt that it was unbelievable. Even Madam Song was confused. Hsu Fengnian laughed softly, "There was once a senior swordsman who said that your talent was average, and that your swordsmanship would not be good. However, your poems were not vulgar... Ruan Jinghua should not practice swordsmanship, and should be a scholar....
What surprised the Lu siblings was that after a moment of confusion, Ruan Jinghua seemed to have been possessed by a ghost. Tears streamed down his face as he cried and laughed. He was like a slow-witted child who had been taught a lesson in private school every day and was suddenly praised by a strict teacher one day. At the same time, he was like a poor scholar who had spent his entire life in dire straits. Suddenly, one day, he felt that he could die at night after hearing about the Dao. Huang Chunyu, who was imitating the Wulin Alliance Leader Huishan Xuanyuan, who was wearing a purple robe, discovered that the three of them were already far away. Ruan Jinghua was still intoxicated, for a long time he was unable to extricate himself. He raised his head and muttered to himself, "Without a case, without a scabbard, the dark room's night is always bright. A three-foot wooden horse and ox could break all the soldiers in the world. I want to know that the sky is about to rain, and the dragon cries out. Walking in the world with a sword, a hundred ghosts travel in the night. Flying over the Guangling River, eight hundred dragons are frightened. People do not know what they want, but the man in green robe laughs: If the heavens did not give birth to me, Li Chungang, the way of the sword would be like a long night! "
On the way to Liu Huaixi's room, Madam Song explained, "According to the spies, the Wanderer called Zhang Wuhou has secretly joined the new Yi Province General. The main figures of the Yi Province's Lu Clan and the Elite Guards of the Sword Mountain were also honored guests of the Yi Province's Provincial Governor's Mansion. Furthermore, with Huang Chunyu's foreshadowing, it seemed like the purpose of their trip to Snow Lotus City was to win over Liu Huaixi. Prince, do we need to keep these people in the Snow Lotus Pavilion? "
Hsu Fengnian shook his head and said, "There is no need to completely fall out with the Western Shu Dao for now. After all, the Snow Lotus Pavilion is too far away from Beiliang, and Fan Xiaochai has not arrived yet. Once we encounter a situation where we will fight to the death, it will be difficult to quench our thirst. Collecting spies is the most important task of the Snow Lotus Pavilion. It has been in the past and will be in the future. The general trend of the northwest and southwest, and the decline of Beiliang and the rise of the other side, depends on the hundreds of thousands of cavalry and spears. As for the Snow Lotus Pavilion and the Whispering Room, if one less person dies and one more spies are sent out, they may be able to change the situation of the war and influence the whole world. "
Madam Song said softly, "My vision is too narrow."
Hsu Fengnian stopped and looked at Madam Song. He said helplessly, "Madam Song, my mother and Aunt Zhao are old friends. Aren't you afraid that I will feel uneasy when you call me your servant?"
Madam Song's eyelids drooped slightly. She reached out to stroke the hair on her forehead and did not say anything.
In the room, Yu Qingling was brewing tea. It was not ready yet, so Liu Huaixi was patiently waiting for the tea. When Madam Song and the unfamiliar young man walked into the room, Yu Qingling was just about to brew the tea. Liu Huaixi sighed and said, "Madam Song, you came at the right time."
Madam Song sat down and Hsu Fengnian stood behind her "respectfully".
Liu Huaixi smiled and asked, "May I ask who this young master is?"
Madam Song's lips curled up for a moment. She said softly, "Young master Xu is Meng Li's junior martial brother. His skills … are excellent."
The majestic Liu Huaixi waved his hand and laughed, "If that's the case, why don't we sit down and drink some tea together? I respect scholars all my life, but the ones that are to my liking are the Jianghu men with hard fists and hard bones. Unfortunately, I am the guest today and Madam Song is the host. Since the Snow Lotus Pavilion only provides tea, I can only drink it obediently. Just based on Madam Song's praise of my skills, when young master visits my humble abode in the future, we must drink to our hearts' content. "
Liu Huaixi did not care about trifles. He had an indescribable charm that made it easy for people to have a good impression of him. He was an ambitious person in the Western Regions in his prime. His boldness did not make people feel as if they were looking down on him. The parents and officials who ruled over a region loved the people as if they were their own children. The generals and soldiers shared weal and woe with each other, and the nobles treated the wise with respect. Although it was rare, the sharp-minded people could still more or less feel the alienation brought about by the difference in status. The Lu family's disciples were gentle, kind, and thrifty. However, when Liu Huaixi spoke to someone, his eyes would look at the other person. He was sincere and free. Every word that came out of his mouth seemed to come from the bottom of his heart.
When he saw Hsu Fengnian sitting down, the smile on Liu Huaixi's face deepened. He then bargained with Madam Song, "Madam Song, young master Xu is a straightforward person. Even if you don't want to give me face, can you give face to young master Xu and ask Miss Yu to bring two pots of good wine for him? A dog butcher's big bowl of wine and big chunks of meat. You're a nobleman in the human world. "
Yu Qingling revealed an inquisitive look. Madam Song nodded. The former swayed her body and slowly left.
Liu Huaixi patted his stomach and smiled, "Madam Song, I don't have many tricks up my sleeve. If there's something I want to say, let's get straight to the point. As for whether we'll fight or kill, and whether we can drink young master Yu's wine, it'll all depend on the will of the heavens. Of course, I'm not lacking in sincerity. Otherwise, I wouldn't be sitting here alone and drinking tea. Yes, of course, there are two hundred of my brothers outside the Snow Lotus Restaurant. I didn't want to be sneaky. They're all out in the open. Anyone can see them. After all, I'm only a Second Grade Master. I don't have the ability to overturn your Snow Lotus Restaurant. Not to mention other things, at least I can't bear to let the women in your mansion become widows. "
Madam Song laughed it off.
Liu Huaixi raised his cup and drank the tea in it. He continued, "Not to mention Madam Song, anyone with a brain in Snow Lotus City can guess my ambition. General Liu's Mansion, heh, of course I want to be a real general. As long as someone can give me the title of general recognized by the imperial court, I'll be a true local emperor. As for whether it's Beimang, Li Yang, the Beiliang behind Madam Song, the White-clothed War Saint Chen Zhibao of Western Shu, or the King of Yan from Nanjiang, it doesn't matter! If someone can give me the right price, I'm willing to use the wealth I've accumulated over the past twenty years to bring a few thousand of my brothers to the battlefield. "
Madam Song smiled and said, "Once you're in the territory of another family, aren't you afraid of being bullied by others? A few thousand people are enough to dominate Snow Lotus City. As long as you leave your hometown and join the army, even if you're in the Western Shu Path, which has the least number of soldiers, I'm afraid you won't be able to speak as loudly as you do now. "
Liu Huaixi rubbed his chin and laughed heartily, "That's why it's one thing to wait for the right price to raise one's status. It's another thing to open one's eyes and find a family that's easy to get along with. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been unable to get the title of general until today. To be honest, Huang Chunyu, who lives in Madam Song's Snow Lotus Pavilion, is just one of the many forces that have offered to recruit me. Other than the Western Shu Path promising me the title of a general with a surplus title and the right to command three thousand troops, the Southern Jiang offered me an even higher price. A secret messenger from the Dragon Palace promised me the title of a general of the lower third rank, Fenwu General, and one of the generals of the Liyang imperial court. He also promised me that as long as I reach Nanjiang, I'll be promoted to the position of a general on the same day. Furthermore, all the brothers who leave Snow Lotus City will not be separated. Not only that, he also promised me an additional six thousand troops. As for the Zhao family of Li Yang, someone from the Weaver Bureau of Western Shu also came to my mansion. It's just that he's a little petty, so I won't mention it. However … "
Madam Song continued, "The Northern Barbarians offered the highest price. It's definitely impossible for you to become a general of the Beimang, but at the very least, you'll be a Generals. They might even promise you that after you conquer Beiliang and conquer the Central Plains, you'll be a governor of the border. At that time, you'll have enough military merits, and the title of a prince with a different surname will be just around the corner. However, General Liu isn't sure about the outcome of the war at Liang Mang. He's afraid that Beiliang will bully the weak and fear the strong. He's even more afraid that Beimang will send you to Liuzhou or Lingzhou to die. Isn't that right? "
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