(Chapter 3: It's Definitely Very Late.)
The reunion after a long time, after the two drank all the wine in the pot, parted on bad terms. For the first time, the talkative Shen Changgeng did not say a word from beginning to end. It was only when the woman put on the veil that covered her face and walked straight into the small town that he suddenly woke up from his absent-minded state. He carefully used his elbow to hit Hsu Fengnian and asked curiously, "An acquaintance?"
Hsu Fengnian smiled and said, "You can say that. She was never a woman that was pleasing to the eye."
Shen Changgeng quickly sat upright and said sincerely, "She's so beautiful and her temper is bad. That's normal. To be honest, such an outstanding woman, you won't be able to find her again after this village. Don't miss this opportunity just for the sake of face. What nonsense about brothers being brothers and women being like clothes? We'll just listen to it and forget about it, but if we take it seriously, we'll be stupid! If you ask me, it's right to not take off your clothes when your hands can break! "
Hsu Fengnian could not help but smile and said, "I think you'll definitely find a beautiful wife in the future. When the time comes, you two will walk the jianghu hand in hand."
Shen Changgeng rubbed his hands and said with a face full of fascination, "I'll take your auspicious words."
Hsu Fengnian suddenly saw a familiar figure in the distance carrying a sword box and walking alone. He hesitated for a moment, then got up and said goodbye to Shen Changgeng, leading the horse away. When Hsu Fengnian apologized again and again and began to approach the desolate young man carrying the box, the latter quickly turned his head and looked. When he saw Hsu Fengnian, he had a shocked expression that was similar to seeing his own ancestors floating out from the grave. The originally eye-catching arrogant demeanor of an aristocratic family was completely broken. He hurriedly trotted to Hsu Fengnian. If not for the fact that he was worried that his behavior of kneeling down and kowtowing would be too shocking, this young man with four famous swords in the box would have done so long ago. At this time, he only cupped his fists and said softly with red eyes, "Zhang Chunlin of Youyan Mountain Villa pays his respects to benefactor!"
At that time, before Hsu Fengnian and Han Shengxuan's life and death battle, the heavy snow blocked the road, so he stayed in Youyan Mountain Villa with Wang Xiaoping, Xuanyuan Qingfeng and the others. During that time, when he was fishing, he encountered a group of white-clothed Qi cultivators who were like immortals. He was swayed by his emotions and saved Zhang Chunlin's parents. After that, he also took away the swords such as Long Xu Feng and Slender Waist. Now Youyan Mountain Villa's luck had changed. Zhang Bingling, who had untied the knot in his heart, joined hands with his wife to reforge the sword. More than ten famous swords with unparalleled sharpness came out one after another. The villa became famous and became one of the new top ten sects in one fell swoop. As Hsu Fengnian became famous all over the world, Youyan Mountain Villa also deduced the hidden identity of Hsu Fengnian based on the clues. Zhang Chunlin, who had always been longing for Jianghu, naturally regarded Hsu Fengnian as his benefactor and immortal. This time, he left the protection of his parents' wings and left the villa in order to go to Beiliang to find the "sword immortal senior" that he had once mistakenly thought was a white-haired, ruddy-faced but aged 100 years old. He wanted to express his gratitude to the young king of the northwest border in person on behalf of his parents and the villa. As for the plan that was buried deep in his heart that he did not even tell his parents, Zhang Chunlin became more and more determined along the way.
Hsu Fengnian joked, "At that time, I was fooling people. My hair was all white. It's not easy for Childe Zhang to recognize me."
Zhang Chunlin unconsciously blurted out, "Even if I turned into ashes, I would still recognize you!"
Then, the Young Master of Youyan Mountain Villa was dumbstruck. He wished he could slap himself twice to vent his anger. Hsu Fengnian dismissed it with a smile and casually asked, "Why are you alone?"
Zhang Chunlin, who did not even know where to place his hands, blushed and said, "I also got to know some Jianghu disciples of the big sects. But they gathered quickly and dispersed quickly. In the end, there were only two or three close friends left. It's a pity that we were close to this small town. Those people had to travel with the elders of the sects. I really could not get used to seeing some things that had already been established, so I found an excuse to leave."
Hsu Fengnian smiled and said, "When one is in Jianghu, one has to do as the Romans do."
Hsu Fengnian also did not want to speak such old-fashioned preaching words to a person of the same age. He quickly changed the topic, "The four swords in the case, other than the Rootless Sky Water that I saw that year, the three new swords all came from the Dragon Cliff Sword Furnace?"
Zhang Chunlin stretched out his hand and patted the sword case behind him. He grinned and said, "There are two swords from the Dragon Cliff Incense Burner, named Fledgling and Monk's Hut. The Water Dragon Song Sword Furnace that had not been opened for one hundred and twenty years was also opened at the end of last year. The sword's body was as clear as ice and snow, and the sword's body had a natural curve that was suspected of breaking the rules. In memory of my benefactor, I boldly named it Frost Blade.
They were still about two hundred steps away from the entrance of the town. There were many tents and it was getting more and more difficult to move forward. Especially when Hsu Fengnian was leading the horse at an inappropriate time. Naturally, people rolled their eyes at him. Influenced by his simple family style, Zhang Chunlin had always been a well-educated and kind young man. However, when he saw his benefactor apologizing to others, the young and vigorous Zhang Chunlin was still somewhat angry. He felt that it was not worth it for his benefactor to apologize to others, but at the same time, he constantly reminded himself not to ruin his benefactor's great plans. When Hsu Fengnian and his horse were unable to pass through the crowd, he said to Zhang Chunlin, "I won't send you into the town. I still have to return to Liangzhou."
Zhang Chunlin was once again stunned on the spot. "Benefactor, you're not going in?"
Hsu Fengnian said self-deprecatingly, "I won't join in the fun. The war at the border is urgent. You should have heard that I was chased all the way to the south by Tuoba Bodhisattva. I have to hurry back now."
Zhang Chunlin wanted to say something but stopped. His ears were red to his neck and his eyes were wandering. It was obvious that he was in a dilemma.
Hsu Fengnian seemed to have seen through his thoughts. He smiled freely and said, "If you want to enter the Beiliang Frontier Army because you want to repay a debt of gratitude, I'll be honest. In fact, there's no need. First of all, your Youyan Mountain Villa has given me a sword twice, so you don't owe me anything. Second of all, Jianghu men have been in Jianghu for a long time. The soldiers at the border will die at the border.
This has always been the case. "Just as Zhang Chunlin was about to speak, two groups of people arrived. Behind them was Shen Changgeng, whom Hsu Fengnian had met by chance. The three people who came out of the town were Zhang Chunlin's rare friends. The difference in status between the two sides was like heaven and earth. The difference in bearing and demeanor was also huge. Therefore, when the three people stood beside Zhang Chunlin and the timid Shen Changgeng stood beside Hsu Fengnian, the two groups were clearly separated. Even if the three young men did not show the slightest contempt, they were only a few steps away from Shen Changgeng, as far as the horizon. Hsu Fengnian did not have any sighs about this. That time at the Baoguo Temple in Gangnam-do, the poor scholar Chen Xiliang sat at the same table as those famous people. Was it not the same? Although Zhang Chunlin was on good terms with the three people of the same age, he had never revealed Hsu Fengnian's identity. When talking about the fight for the flying sword that happened on the lake of the villa, Zhang Chunlin only said that he met a sword immortal senior who had concealed his identity. His white hair was like frost and he had countless flying swords. He was a genuine immortal.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
