The handsome young man, who was not tall but had an extremely long sword on his waist, responded with an "oh". He politely greeted Brother Gao and Sister Gao, and then continued to stare at his peer with vigilance. He was furious. "This guy wants to stick his eyes on my Junior Sister. What does he want to do?" "Does he want to take my sword?" Only when Song Tinglu looked at Zhao Wenwei did everyone notice that he was staring at the girl in white with a strange name. Zhao Wenwei's sister, Zhao Chunyuan, didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Her silly brother, who only liked to read, practice, and paint with his father since he was a child, finally had his first awakening of love?
Zhao Wenwei asked softly, "Your name is Three Two One?"
The girl, who had long been accustomed to this kind of thing, said indifferently, "My surname is Shan. I'm not Three Two One."
Today, the girl in white's simple and polite words were remembered by Zhao Wenwei, who would die of Wenzhen in the future, for a lifetime.
Song Tinglu snorted coldly, "Brat, don't try to get close to my Junior Sister. I can beat a hundred weak scholars like you down without using my hands. When the time comes, beat me up. Don't say I didn't warn you!"
After such a commotion, the three boys and girls, each with their own thoughts, gathered under the eaves, which were slightly hostile after the strange young man and Qi Jiajie appeared one after another. Suddenly, the atmosphere relaxed a little.
The scholar, who had just closed the book and tucked it under his armpit, suffered such an unexpected calamity for no reason. Not only was he not angry, he even smiled and gave the young Song Tinglu a thumbs up.
The seemingly naive Zhao Wenwei said happily, "You know it even if I didn't warn you. You're also a scholar."
Yin Changgeng gently knocked on his brother-in-law's head and scolded, "Learning to read and write can't be used to argue."
Standing under the stairs, Chai Qingshan looked at the young man under the eaves. His scholarly aura was not as good as Yin Changgeng's, and his Jianghu aura was not as good as Li Yibai's.
However, even Qi Jiajie and Qi Jiajie, two gurus still couldn't suppress this person's potential momentum. Only Li Yibai, who had reached a high level in Jianghu, could slightly sense it. Yin Changgeng, Gao Shilian, and others were not Jianghu people after all.
Shan Yiyi suddenly asked curiously, "You have sword Qi on you. Are you also a swordsman?"
The man took out the book from under his armpit and waved it. He said with a smile, "Green Water Pavilion Sword Practice Record of Sixty Years. Have you heard of this secret manual?"
The girl nodded solemnly and said, "I've heard from my master that there are many swordsmanship manuals in the world, and the Green Water Pavilion has the reputation of being the best. It's a pity that the author's aptitude is limited and can't catch a glimpse of the scenery above the Xuan Finger level. Therefore, it only has momentum, but not spirit."
That person lamented, "When I first used 'Green Water Pavilion' to practice my swordsmanship, there was an old man who commented on this book, and it was similar to what you said."
Chai Qingshan finally opened his mouth to speak. He said in a low voice, "I didn't expect that the parting with Li Chungang by the Guangling River would be the last time I see him."
That person put away the book again and said slowly, "If it weren't for Great Master Chai's obstruction and the fact that he was not as skillful as he was, I and the old man in the sheepskin fur coat would have been able to walk up to the reviewing platform by the river."
Chai Qingshan said expressionlessly, "It's a matter of loyalty to the emperor. At that time, I, Chai Qingshan, was a guest of the Spring Snow Building in Guangling. Of course, I had to stop Li Chungang. As for how I stopped him and whether it was honorable or not, I didn't care so much."
Qi Jiajie's words were shocking. "Lord Chai, is there a first come, first served rule?"
Chai Qingshan, who came from the southeast to the northwest this time, did not bring a long sword. The old man glanced at Qi Jiajie's sword, "Long Sword", and did not speak.
Yin Changgeng gently held his wife Zhao Chunyuan's hand to ease her tension.
The person beside him was the Northwest Vassal King Hsu Fengnian! Zhao Chunyuan was a socialite from a noble family in the capital. She had also heard countless legends about this person. He had traveled to Liyang Lake twice, went to Beimang alone once, traveled to the West Regions twice, and fought in Beiliang once.
How many high and mighty masters in the world had died in the hands of this young man?
Back then, Ren Tu led the army and rode horses to Jianghu, trampling the courage of half of Jianghu.
As for the son, he smashed the Liyang River Lake, which had been flourishing with great difficulty, into a mess almost all by himself!
Martial Emperor City had become a thing of the past. Yang Taisui died at the Iron Gate Pass. Cat Man Han Shengxuan died suddenly. Song Nianqing died in a foreign land. Master Liu Hao suddenly disappeared. Xie Lingzhen of the Spring Invitation Cottage in Xishu died for no reason beside the Spring God Lake. Zhao Ningshen, the young genius of the Taoist Master Residence in Longhu Mountain, was beaten to the ground …
Gao Shilian and Han Xingyan swallowed subconsciously. They looked at each other and saw fear in each other's eyes.
Even Gao Shiqing, who was not afraid of anything, quietly took a few steps back.
Hsu Fengnian, who had rushed from Mount Wudang to the Escape Summer Town at the foot of the mountain, did not feel as if he was facing a great enemy when facing the two sword masters, Qi Jiajie and Chai Qingshan. He turned to look at the bloody battle on the other side of the street and turned back to look at Gao Shilian who was standing beside Yin Changgeng. "You are the son of Duke Yan, Gao Shizhi. My spy from Fu Shui mentioned that you would come to Mount Wudang with Qi Jiajie and the others. So when Qi Jiajie released his sword energy, I came. Other than telling Qi Jiajie not to do anything unnecessary, I also wanted to thank you. Gao Shilian, do you still remember that Martial Addict Kong? He was a young man from Beiliang who went to Tai 'an City earlier than Yan Chiji. Now he is working in the Ministry of War. I heard that when he first came to the capital, he was bullied a lot. It was you, Gao Shilian, who helped him. Later, Yan Chiji followed Yan Jiexi and Yan Dongwu to the capital. You were also the first person from the capital to hang out with Yan Chiji. "
Gao Shilian did not feel the slightest bit flattered. In fact, this Duke's son even had the thought of killing himself. I, Kong Wu Chi, and Yan Chi Ji felt like old friends at first sight. I have nothing to do with you, the Prince of Northern Liang. Please don't thank me. You, Xu Fengnian, should just knock me out with one punch. Otherwise, when I return to the capital, rumors will spread all over the capital. Won't that bad-tempered father of mine break my legs?
But Gao Shilian sadly found that he only dared to listen and could not say a word.
Qi Jiajie asked, "Are you done?"
Hsu Fengnian shook his head and said, "No hurry. It just so happens that I am waiting for someone here. What, are you going to stand up for Wang Yuanran and his group of playboys? But let me say this first. No matter how much trouble they make, it is still the same. For example, that Liu Chengfeng who sneaked into the capital from Hezhou, the grudges from his early years are in the past. Wang Yuanran, who fought with me at Jiu Jiu Embassy in Tai 'an City, is about the same. But if you, Qi Jiajie, intend to interfere, then their originally insignificant debt will be counted on you, the number one swordsman in the capital. "
Hsu Fengnian smiled for no reason. "If we really want to calculate, there is indeed a debt between us."
Qi Jiajie clenched the famous sword he had been with for more than ten years. He was calm and composed. He laughed and said, "Let's do it together!"
The young man, Zhao Wenwei, clenched his fist and waved it quietly. Mr. Qi was indeed Mr. Qi. Even when facing one of the four grandmasters of martial arts, the King of Beiliang, he was not inferior in terms of speech, momentum, or the style of a master.
Hsu Fengnian, who had his back to the inn and was facing the street, did not look sideways. He said softly, "Okay, then please draw your sword first."
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