At that time, Hsu Fengnian was riding alone and stopped beside a gravel path that was trodden by traveling merchants all year round. He was a little dumbfounded. This path was actually filled with endless streams of people, and it was a rare scene of a boiling cauldron of voices, as if they were going to a market. Among them, there was a group of Jianghu men who were dressed in bright clothes and were riding on horses. The other women were holding zither, konghou, hulei, and other musical instruments. Most of them were Jianghu men who were roaming the Jianghu. They were dressed in bright clothes and riding on horses. The swords and sabers on their waists were all valuable weapons. Among them, more than half of them were wearing white robes and white robes. There were also a few who were unconventional and had wooden swords on their waists. In the mighty group, there were also people riding donkeys and carrying branches. Naturally, these guys were the firm admirers of the Peach Blossom Sword God, Đồng Thái …
Hsu Fengnian had been to Liyang Lake twice. The first time, he felt like he was walking at the foot of the mountain, where he could only crawl and roll in the mud without being able to see the scenery at the top. The second time, he walked on the top of the mountain, like an immortal who was enjoying the clouds and drinking the dew. It was really an eye-opener for him to see so many Jianghu men who were "too good to be humble" in one breath. Hsu Fengnian stopped his horse and didn't move forward. He didn't have a horse that was worth hundreds of gold coins, nor did he carry any weapons. In fact, he was not eye-catching. For ordinary young people who wandered the Jianghu, even if they had a first-class appearance, they didn't mean much to men. Even for women, if they didn't know how to build connections, they could only be a heroine with a little reputation in a county of Banzhou. It was hard to be called a fairy. Even if they saw Hsu Fengnian, the men just glanced at him, and the women just looked around. At most, they would look back and take a second look. They felt that it was a pity that this handsome young man was not from a famous sect. Otherwise, they could find a chance to win him over. It should be known that the top ten new talents in the Wulin world were all related to the ten great sects of the Four Sages. For example, Dou Changfeng, who had a toad-like face, liked to stick out his tongue and lick his lips when he was free. Eating at the same table with him would make one lose appetite. Just because he had a good master who had a place in the Great Snow Square of Mount Hui, he was always surrounded by women.
Hsu Fengnian looked at the crowd in front of him quietly and sighed with emotion.
Previously, the spy had sent a message to the Snow Lotus Tower that Tantai Ningjing had rushed to the Guangling Taoism. Cao Changqing's transition from the Holy Path to the Domineering Path was undoubtedly another proof that the Confucian Sages of the past dynasties often didn't have a good ending. It should be known that under the Devil Suppression Well in the Water Moon Mirror, there were those famous Confucian Sages who were famous for their benevolence and righteousness. In the eyes of ordinary people, this must be a strange thing, but in the eyes of the Qi-trainers in the world, this was the cycle of the Heavenly Way. After confirming that Hsu Fengnian was out of danger, Xu Yanbing took a newly accepted disciple to the pass in the south of Lingzhou bordering Liangshu to meet his fellow disciple, Han Laoshan. It seemed that he was "entrusting his son" to him. Perhaps he didn't want to have any regrets before the life and death battle with Huyan Daguan.
Suddenly, someone laughed loudly and swept across the yellow sand. Although this person was "excellent in martial arts", he didn't offend the crowd by flying over the heads of the people in the middle of the path. Instead, he rode on the wind beside the path of the unknown people like Hsu Fengnian. His figure rose and fell like a dragonfly skimming the surface of the water, bringing up bursts of yellow dust. Hsu Fengnian was wrapped in the dust. After the master flew over the man and the horse, the yellow sand hit them in the face. Hsu Fengnian didn't care about it and just casually scattered the sand. Around him were a lot of people who were forced to eat the sand and curses. A young pedestrian closest to Hsu Fengnian was stepped on by the flying master on the shoulder. Although he wasn't injured, he staggered and bumped into Hsu Fengnian's mount. Hsu Fengnian bent down and gently held the poor guy's head. After letting go, the man raised his head and didn't seem to be flustered and exasperated. He said gratefully with a good temper, "Thank you, Young Master."
Hsu Fengnian shook his head and asked with a smile, "Where are all of you going?"
The man's eyes widened. "Young Master, are you from the Western Regions?"
Hsu Fengnian nodded and said, "I'm heading north from Snow Lotus City. I'm very curious as to why so many Jianghu heroes suddenly appeared here."
The young man with an old cotton bag on his back laughed and said, "No wonder, no wonder. Young Master, you don't know. Not only are there nearly a thousand Jianghu heroes on this road, but all the masters of the Central Plains are also heading west. They are divided into three groups and are heading to a small town in the Western Regions dozens of miles away. They are going to meet the Wulin Alliance Chief there and discuss how to kill the Six Great Devils together. In fact, there aren't many First Class Grandmasters on this road. The other two groups are full of masters. Hey, it's just that they are moving too fast. My legs can't keep up with them, so I have to settle for the next best thing. "
Hsu Fengnian dismounted and walked forward with the cheerful young man. The latter couldn't help but take a few more glances at Hsu Fengnian's mount. His eyes were full of undisguised envy. Hsu Fengnian saw that the young man looked tired and his footsteps were light. He smiled and asked the young man to take off his bag and hang it on the horse's back. The young man didn't stand on ceremony and sincerely thanked Hsu Fengnian. He took the opportunity to pat the back of the horse a few times and praised it for its excellent colt. The young man saw that this Young Master didn't seem like a rich man who was difficult to get close to. Moreover, this Young Master was a lively person who couldn't keep his words to himself. Therefore, he opened his mouth and told Hsu Fengnian about the scale of this trip to the Western Regions. His face was brimming with pride as a Central Plains man. Without needing Hsu Fengnian to ask, the young man took out his family's wealth. He came from Yanglu County, Gangnam-do, which was the richest in the world. His name was Shen Changgeng, and his master was one of the last Consecrated Elders in the county. However, he was only one of more than ten disciples in name other than the direct disciples. This time, there were more than twenty people from the Sect who were heading to the Western Regions. However, they were all proud disciples of the Sect Leader and the three Deputy Sect Leaders. They were not on the same side and couldn't join in the fun.
Therefore, he had to travel alone. After talking about his family's affairs, Shen Changgeng, who boasted that he was the messenger of Yanglu County, began to introduce Hsu Fengnian to the important people on the road. "Hey, do you see those women in front who are all playing musical instruments? Don't underestimate them just because they are girls. They are all extraordinary. They are all fairies from the Misty Mountain, the second largest sect in Huainan Dao. The Misty Mountain only accepts women and is divided into two peaks. The women of the two peaks are seated according to the positions of the Ceremonial Courtesans and Ceremonial Courtesans. Oh right, these courtesans are definitely not prostitutes. Young Master, you must not blaspheme against them. You must know that the Misty Mountain's Sect Leader, the Flying Cicada Fairy, has a technique to retain her youthful appearance. She is already fifty years old, but she is still as graceful and moving as a sixteen year old woman. Even in the Great Snow Plateau of Mount Hui, her seat is also very close to the front. Her reputation in the Jianghu is also extremely good. After our Wulin Alliance Chief came out of seclusion, he discussed the Jianghu together with eighteen leaders of the Righteous Path. The Flying Cicada Fairy is one of the eighteen. "
"As for those nuns, they come from the Jingci Nunnery of the Southern Peak Zen Mountain. In the past year, they have been competing with the Tranquil Heart Monastery, which also established a sect in the Southern Peak Zen Mountain, for the position of Mountain Lord. It is said that the Wulin Alliance Chief will recognize whoever makes the greatest contribution this time as the Master of the Southern Peak."
"The one at the front is a big monk who is ten feet tall and has a red sandalwood bead around his neck. His nickname is the Red Sandalwood Monk. He is a famous expert in Liaodong. Currently, there are sixteen Loose Immortals in the Jianghu, and he is one of them. It is said that when he was young, he found an old ginseng that was only ten years away from being a thousand years old. He bitterly waited for it for a full ten years. After eating the old ginseng, his internal energy greatly increased, and he was able to become a Loose Immortal. I heard that the string of the Red Sandalwood Buddhist beads is made of the roots of the old ginseng. Even if you have a divine weapon that can cut through hair, you can't cut it. "
"The group of young masters and daughters riding horses are all disciples of the famous orthodox sects in the Jianghu, which is an important martial arts town in the southeast of Liyang. I call these people the second or third generation of the senior generation. Don't the officials have the second generation and the descendants of the generals? They are all disciples and grand-disciples of the local martial arts grandmasters who are famous in Jianghu. Naturally, they are the second or third generation of the senior generation. "As for me, forget about it. My Tai Ge Sect … I'm not afraid of being laughed at by Young Master, but in reality, there's no way for us to compete with those four or five top-notch sects in the county. We can only shut our doors and pretend to be masters. My direct disciple brothers can only show off in the county. Once we leave our hometown, aren't we just serving tea to other people of the same age who come from famous sects?" Anyway, I can't stand it anymore. I'm happy to be free and unfettered. At least, I don't have to act according to other people's wishes. "
Hsu Fengnian patiently listened to the young man's long-winded chatter with a tranquil smile.
Shen Changgeng's mouth was dry from talking. Hsu Fengnian handed him a pot of Green Ant Wine that he had brought from the Snow Lotus Tower. Shen Changgeng, who had never tasted this kind of wine, did not know the severity of the situation. He took a big gulp and felt as if his throat was on fire. His face turned red and he coughed continuously. When he handed the pot back, he said awkwardly, "This wine … is really fierce."
Hsu Fengnian saw a few riders passing by from the corner of his eyes. One of the riders was a woman whose breasts were undulating along with the back of the horse. He chuckled softly and said, "Is it as' fierce 'as this heroine?"
Shen Changgeng's eyes lit up. They were both men, so they quickly understood each other's intentions. He felt closer to this young master who was not pedantic and inflexible. He nodded with a smile and said, "What an imposing manner!"
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