In the midst of the girl's teasing, Longshangfeng gradually gained momentum. Everyone's clothes began to flutter in the wind, making whining noises as if they were crying. It made the young knight look even more spirited and bright. Perhaps praising him as "What an immortal from heaven" was not an exaggeration. It was unavoidable that people would be surprised that such a barren and fierce cold land could nurture such a playboy who could make the famous scholars of Jiangnan feel ashamed of their inferiority.
Therefore, even a proud and spirited woman like Jin Baoshi had to admit that this uninvited guest, regardless of his martial arts cultivation, at the very least, his appearance was extremely good. If he was in the scholarly world of Jiangnan, which valued etiquette the most, this person could easily become a distinguished guest of those noble families.
The old man seemed to have already recognized the young man's identity. His eyes were complicated, with the kindness of an elder, the pity of an outsider, and the gratification of seeing a fellow traveler.
Under the scrutinizing gaze of the crowd, the young knight who had threatened to perform the duties of a host under the hooves of thousands of Beimang cavalry skillfully turned his horse around and extended his hand, indicating for the carriage to go ahead. Han Guzi nodded. Song Xinsheng, who was acting as the coachman, lightly waved the whip in his hand. "Shhh!", he urged the horse to set off again.
Han Guzi had taken in a total of eight disciples. The first disciple was Yu Songyang, who was slow in speech but quick in action. He was the famous Teacher Ji Shang of Shangyin Academy. His ability to comprehend was profound, but he was also "brave enough to change the classics". He had a famous argument with the Confucian scholar Yao Baifeng. The two Confucian sages exchanged letters eighteen times each. Yu Songyang also had the nickname of "Mr. Eighteen Brushes", half praised and half criticized in the literary world of Liyang. Then there was Chang Sui, a great poet who acted absurdly. Then there was Xu Huang, a master of the art of war who was a distant relative of Xu Gong, Sima Can of the Zongheng Family, Xu Weixiong of Beiliang, Jin Bao Shi of the Jin Family of Langya, and Liu Duanmao, the grandson of the Liu Family of Yangling. The last one, who was relatively unknown, was the prince Zhao Kai who went to the Western Regions with the silver vase and died outside the Iron Gate Pass. Among Han Guzi's disciples, there were both men and women. There were those who were gentle, refined, and strict, and there were also those who abandoned etiquette as if it were a pair of worn-out shoes. There were only eight of them, but they were involved in as many as five schools of thought, Confucianism, Art of War, Yin, and Yang. The most important thing was that Han Guzi's disciples were all worthy of being called dragons and phoenixes among men. Therefore, in the Liyang Dynasty, this old man had the supreme reputation of "Shunyi". This meant that no matter when and where Old Mister Han appeared, whether it was the emperor, the ministers, or the common people, everyone who saw him had to avoid paying respects to him. As for who was the first to use this nickname, there was no proof. Some people said that it was either the Grand Preceptor of West Chu, Sun Xiji, or the State Preceptor Li Mi. Others swore that Huang Sanjia was the most arrogant old faker. In short, Han Guzi's reputation in the Liyang Dynasty grew as the Lu brothers of Linlang, Lu Daolin, Lu Baijie, Beiliang, Yao Baifeng, and Qi Yanglong entered the capital one after another to become officials. The old man, who had always shut himself in and refused to pay any attention to political affairs, was becoming more and more famous. Everyone was counting on their fingers to calculate when this old man would be summoned to the capital. When that time came, not only would he be extremely noble, but he would also gradually become the Minister of Rites.
In order to take care of Han Guzi's old body, the convoy continued to move forward slowly. However, the north side was already covered in dust under the hooves of the Beimang cavalry. Soon, they would arrive. The atmosphere here began to become a little strange. Even the fearless and heartless Han Guoxiu was a little flustered. From time to time, she would turn her head to look to the north, as if she could feel the violent tremors on the ground. Previously, she had used Sima Can to kill the young knight, but unfortunately, she didn't get any response. That person neither refuted nor became angry out of humiliation. This made the girl, who was used to being arrogant in Shangyin Academy, very dissatisfied. She had already thought of many ingenious backup plans, but in the end, her opponent was a guy who was even more boring than "Uncle Blockhead" Yu Songyang. She was so frustrated that she almost suffered internal injuries. Han Guoxiu
Chao couldn't help but shout at the back of the rider, "There are thousands of Beimang barbarians coming from the north. Can you do it or not? If you can't do it, hurry up and say it. Don't drag us down with you. We'll be in a mess if you do!"
The young knight turned his head and smiled. He joked, "Miss, you ask me if I can do it, and I always say yes."
Sima Can, who understood the meaning behind the words, tried hard to hold back his laughter. He was afraid that Han Guoxiu, this unruly girl, would use him as a punching bag.
Jin Baoshi frowned. Her impression of this person had taken a turn for the worse. She quickly classified him as an unscrupulous playboy.
The simple-minded Han Guoxiu was a little suspicious, "Really? Don't puff yourself up at your own cost. When the northern barbarian cavalry comes, no one will save you! "
The young knight, who seemed to be in a good mood, laughed it off.
Jin Baoshi turned around and knocked on the girl's forehead. She whispered, "Silly girl, don't say anymore."
Han Guoxiu asked in a daze, "Sister Jin, why did you hit me?"
Han Guoxiu suddenly understood. She smiled and whispered in Jin Baoshi's ear, "Sister Jin, have you taken a fancy to this Beiliang man who looks like a dog? Sigh, it's not that I want to criticize you. This guy's appearance is not bad, but compared to my future husband, Xie Xibian, he's still thousands of miles away. My mother said that you can't judge a man by his appearance and family background. Character is more important than anything else … Beiliang men, especially those sons of generals, kill and kill all year round. They definitely have bad tempers and are uneducated. Sister Jin, I'll say this in advance. If you dare to marry a Beiliang man, we'll break off our friendship! "
Jin Baoshi, who didn't know whether to laugh or cry, fiercely pinched the ear of this silly girl who spoke without thinking, "Is Xie Xibian yours? Who was the one who cried and told me that you wrote dozens of letters to him, but he didn't reply to any of them?! "
Just as the two girls were scratching each other's itches and playing around, the knight had already bid farewell to Han Guzi and rode away to the north. Seeing the back of the horse, Han Guoxiu widened her eyes, "Has this guy lost his mind? Or was I right? Is he in a hurry to be reincarnated? "
The girl shouted, "Grandpa, who is he? You must already know, right?"
The old man leaned lazily against the wall of the carriage, smiling but not saying anything.
Han Guoxiu complained, "Stingy!"
Xu Huang, who was beside the carriage, asked softly, "It's him?"
The old man nodded and looked at the sky with squinted eyes. He sighed, "How does Chang Sui write a poem? When he was fifteen or twenty years old, he captured the Northern Barbarian Knight on foot. His iron robe was as white as snow … "
Jin Baoshi subconsciously grasped the hilt of the sword at his waist. With a heroic spirit, he followed the old man and recited, "One man can fight three thousand miles away, one sword can fight against a million soldiers!"
But what happened next stunned everyone except Han Guzi. After galloping for a mile, they vaguely saw the man stop in front of them. Then, dozens of Beimang's elite Black Fox Guards suddenly turned around. Jin Baoshi and the others could barely see the armored Beimang cavalry. For no reason, they slowed down their charge. Then, without hesitation, they turned around and ran away. In an instant, there was no one left. No matter what, there was an army of two to three thousand cavalrymen. Even though the thunder was loud and the rain was small, there was no rain at all.
It was Hsu Fengnian, who had rushed over after receiving the report from Whispering Water. He didn't chase after them alone. Instead, he reined in his horse and galloped back to the carriage. The reason he came here as a guard was that the five hundred elite Beiliang cavalry might not be enough to protect everyone. After all, the old man was one of Second Sister's teachers. It was reasonable for Hsu Fengnian to show up. Secondly, he wanted to see for himself the elegant demeanor of the "evasive" old man Han. He wanted to see if he could recruit him to Mount Qing Liang. Unfortunately, when he saw Han Guzi for the first time, he knew that the old man didn't have this intention. He was just like a scholar who wanted to travel and study. A melon that was forcefully picked would not be sweet. Moreover, the old man's reputation was only a hair's breadth lower than that of the Head of the Secretariat, Qi Yanglong. Even if Hsu Fengnian was one of the Four Great Grandmasters, he couldn't force the old man to join him. If he forcefully detained this group of people, then the Central Plains, which had finally changed their view of Beiliang, would probably view them as enemies. Taking a step back, Deputy Administrator Song Dongming, Green Deer Cave Academy's Huang Chang, and the thousands of scholars in Liangzhou would all rebel.
Hsu Fengnian approached the carriage. He cupped his fists and said, "Old Mister Han, no matter what, I still hope that you can make a trip to Liangzhou on your way back. Even if you don't enter the city, there will be people coming out of the city to welcome you."
Han Guzi shook his head and smiled. "It wasn't easy for this old man to muster up the courage to travel. Every place I can go is a good place. Therefore, I won't go back. If nothing unexpected happens, we'll go west. We'll see Qingcang City, Linyao City, and Fengxiang City. We'll stop at Mount Lantuo and then go south. We'll enter Nanzhao and see the scenery of the South Sea. Then we'll go north to Western Shu. Finally, we'll take a boat back along the Guangling River. "
Hsu Fengnian nodded and smiled. "Then I wish you a safe journey."
The old man suddenly chuckled as if he was taking advantage of his seniority. "What, you're leaving just like that? I can't be sure that the thousands of Beimang cavalry have really retreated. They're not going to send us off? If we die here, it won't be a small matter. The Beiliang cavalry can bear the burden of the million-strong Beimang army, but you may not be able to bear the infamy. "
For some reason, Xu Fengnian thought of that lousy chess player Chancellor Wang who was also Second Sister's master. Why was it that Second Sister's master was so disrespectful towards his elders? Hsu Fengnian said helplessly, "Then I'll send you off for another ten miles. Any more and I won't be able to."
The old man waved his hand vigorously and said, "Back then, in order to let Xu Weixiong enter Shangyin Academy, the Great General paid for the construction of the long embankment along the lake. It's called Ten Miles of Spring Dawn. My legs are so weak that I've had to walk on it every day. Therefore, I feel that your ten miles of sending me off isn't sincere enough. It should be at least twenty miles. Is that okay? "
Hsu Fengnian smiled bitterly and said, "Okay, then twenty miles it is."
Han Guoxiu rolled her eyes. "You rascal, why do you always say yes when anyone asks you if it's okay?"
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