When Hsu Fengnian's feet landed on the street, without the protection of the white-robed monk's Ten Feet of Pure Land, a mouthful of blood surged up to his throat. He forced himself to swallow it back down. In fact, it had only been an hour since Hsu Fengnian left on his sword. The situation in the town had already stabilized. Under the suppression of Luo Hongcai's five hundred horsemen and Sui Tieshan's men of sacrifice from the Whisk Room, the injured Wang Yuanran and the others had been detained. Qi Jiajie had also let Yin Changgeng and the other nobles return to the inn. He stood on the street with Li Yibai and Chai Qingshan. Soldiers continued to arrive from both inside and outside the town. Even the most senior member of Wudang Mountain, Yu Xingrui, had come to the edge of the town and stood on a mud wall. Although he had not entered the town to confront the two sword masters, the Wudang Taoist, who was "the only one who cultivated strength" among the six brothers, was obviously here to block their retreat.
When the two children, Song Tinglu and Shan Yiyi, saw Hsu Fengnian covered in blood, they were dumbstruck. After learning the general inside story from their master and Qi Jiajie's conversation, the boy was shocked that this person surnamed Xu could actually withstand the sword. The girl in white, on the other hand, was in a completely different state of mind. She almost felt that her heart was about to break. Her beautiful eyes overflowing with Spiritual Qi were vaguely teary. Her knuckles were white as she tightly clutched the "Record of Sword Practice of Qingshui Pavilion".
Hsu Fengnian waved his hand at Luo Hongcai and Sui Tieshan, indicating that they could withdraw from the town. The five hundred horsemen and seventy Jin horsemen retreated like the tide. The men of sacrifice and archers on the roof also withdrew. It was done in one breath and without a sound. Precisely because of this silence, the momentum became more powerful. It especially shocked Chai Qingshan, who had been the chief guest of the Spring Snow Building for more than ten years. Guangling Dao could be said to have a strong military force, but among so many elite troops, only the troops trained by Hengjiang General Song Li could be compared to the troops stationed in Beiliang, except for the Lord's personal guards.
Hsu Fengnian did not see the East and West girls and the North and South little monks. They should have started to climb the mountain after shopping.
Hsu Fengnian said to Qi Jiajie and Chai Qingshan, "Shall we go into the inn and talk?"
Chai Qingshan smiled and said, "Why not?"
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.. Hsu Fengnian gently put the two pieces of the sword on the table. One of them was longer than the table, while the other was as short as a dagger. He smiled and said, "Young Master Yin, please sit down. Prisoners on death row can still eat their last meal."
Yin Changgeng's face stiffened. When he saw the wound on Hsu Fengnian's chest that was bleeding the most, he quickly sat down and lowered his eyes.
Qi Jiajie sat upright and still with his eyes closed. Chai Qingshan studied the two pieces of the sword with great interest. Although the sword came from the Dongyue Sword Pool's Dafeng Sword Furnace, except for the group of old swordsmiths in the sect, even he, the Sect Master, did not take a look at it. Before it was formed, the sword was like a girl waiting to be married, but it was already famous. Chai Qingshan, who was in the Sword Pool, felt its sword aura the most. But it was a pity that such a peerless sword, which had never been seen before and would never be seen again, died as soon as it was' married '. At the moment, the only thing left of the broken sword was its sharpness.
Hsu Fengnian was not in a hurry to speak. The atmosphere in the inn was solemn. At this moment, the girl with the sword on her back who did not follow her master into the inn ran in with a pile of clothes, shoes, and socks that she had just bought. In fact, it could not be said that she had bought them, as the shop had closed long ago. She had kicked the door open, picked out the clothes, and threw down a bag of silver. Shan Yiyi said timidly, "King of Beiliang, you gave me a secret manual, and I'll give you a set of clothes in return. Is that okay?"
Hsu Fengnian smiled and said, "If it's a business deal, I'll lose a lot. But if it's a favor, then it doesn't matter. Miss Shan, just put the clothes on the table. I'll change them before I climb the mountain. "
Song Tinglu stood on her tiptoes with an anxious expression and whispered in the ear of her slender senior brother, Li Yibai, "Senior brother, senior brother, what should we do? With Junior Sister like this, is she going to stay in Beiliang and not return to our Sword Pool? "
Hsu Fengnian ignored the youth's worries and said straightforwardly to Qi Jiajie, "If this sword is successful, you will improve the path of the sword, and the Imperial Court will be reassured. In reality, I admire you. Everyone says that the sky is high and the emperor is far away. But you have schemed to do this. You really think highly of me, a person who is no longer in the jianghu. Someone has done something to the sword. You already know, Qi Jiajie. I won't beat around the bush with you. You, Qi Jiajie, scram back to Great Peace City today. You are not allowed to use the sword for ten years. Also, help me send a message to your master. I will find a chance to talk with him, just like we are now. "
Qi Jiajie suddenly opened his eyes.
"What, you have no intention of talking?"
Hsu Fengnian, who had been using his sleeves to cover his hands, slowly raised his arm, bent two fingers, and tapped on the extremely long broken sword. It was too much for the eyes to take in. At the same time, Hsu Fengnian laughed softly and said, "Breaking a willow and sending people away is not just a custom of the Central Plains. Beiliang has it as well. But Beiliang is not like you. Once people leave here, many people will not be able to come back. I wonder if you, Qi Jiajie, will do as the Romans do when you arrive in Beiliang? "
The broken sword, more than one zhang long, was broken into dozens of pieces.
The pieces of the broken sword rose into the air and spun lightly on the table like willow leaves leaving the branches and moving with the wind.
Qi Jiajie snorted coldly. He seemed to be venting his anger, but everyone present knew that this was Mister Qi showing weakness.
The "willow leaf" slowly fell back to the table.
Yin Changgeng, whose heart had been in his throat, seemed to be relieved of a great burden. Sweat had seeped out of the young master's forehead.
But in the next moment, Yin Changgeng felt a cool breeze in his face. Then he was knocked back and fell to the ground with his chair.
The entire table had been split in half. Chai Qingshan turned his head and saw Hsu Fengnian had one hand around Qi Jiajie's neck. This Mister Qi's back was pressed against the wall of the inn, his feet off the ground.
The long saber at Qi Jiajie's waist was only half out of its scabbard.
Hsu Fengnian had one hand around Qi Jiajie's neck, one hand behind his back. He raised his head to look at the best swordsman of the capital whose energy had exploded. He said with a smile, "Under the precondition of receiving the same level of injury, it is not as hard to kill you, Qi Jiajie, as you think. It is impolite not to reciprocate. Later, I will have Mister Yin, who definitely hates you, take your head back to Great Peace City. "
As the sword master's energy quickly weakened, the long saber slowly slid back into its scabbard.
Chai Qingshan, who was thinking quickly, did not move in the end. He sighed in his heart. This young man was really ruthless to the enemy and even more ruthless to himself.
In order to kill Qi Jiajie, this young vassal king looked so relaxed, but the blood on his body that had just shown signs of drying would probably add another seven or eight taels of blood.
Hsu Fengnian let go of his hand. The already dead Qi Jiajie sat limply against the wall.
The man and woman on the second floor, Zhao Chunyuan and Gao Shiqing, both covered their mouths, not daring to let themselves cry out. Gao Shilian and Han Xingyan both gasped. For the first time, the young Zhao Wenwei paid attention to this vassal king of Li Yang who did not listen to orders, instead of paying more attention to the white-clothed girl Shan Bayi. Different from the shock and fear of his brothers and sisters, this young man who had only read frontier poems in books did not panic. Instead, the young man looked down at everyone's reaction. The seemingly expressionless swordsman Chai Qingshan, whose left hand tightly gripped the chair's handle. Yin Changgeng, whose hands were slightly trembling, re-straightened the chair. He hesitated for a moment before sitting down, and the young vassal king who slowly sat back down with a smile on his face. At that moment, Zhao Wenwei, who had admired his brother-in-law Yin Changgeng since childhood, began to change his mind rapidly. The secret words that he did not listen to before, no matter what his father said, suddenly became clear to him. Especially the sentence, "Wenwei, that Yin Changgeng is just a prime minister in peaceful times. He can't be the chief secretary in troubled times. It may not be a blessing for our Zhao family to have such a son-in-law."
Hsu Fengnian smiled at Chai Qingshan and said, "Mr. Chai, I was surprised that you could hold back and not make a move."
Chai Qingshan replied, "Your Highness couldn't hold back and made a move. This commoner was even more surprised."
Hsu Fengnian, whose body reeked of blood, glanced at Chai Qingshan's two disciples and said, "Mr. Chai has taken in two good disciples. There is hope for Dongyue Sword Pool to rise again."
Although Song Tinglu regarded this elegant but ruthless vassal king as a great enemy, he still couldn't help but straighten his back when he heard these words.
Nonsense, being praised by one of the four grandmasters of martial arts evaluation, if this spread to Jianghu, he, Song Tinglu, would become famous overnight! In the future, when he left the sect to travel Jianghu, wouldn't he easily have friends all over the world?
Chai Qingshan laughed heartily and said, "Then I will take advantage of your Highness' auspicious words."
Hsu Fengnian smiled at the young Song Tinglu and said, "I heard that you want to be the second Wen Busheng to become famous in the capital? There are dozens of Willow Leaf Flying Swords on the table. I will give them to you. Do you dare to accept them? "
The young man raised his chin and said, "Why wouldn't I dare?!"
Chai Qingshan sighed helplessly. This troublemaker. These things were really troublesome to deal with.
Hsu Fengnian really did put away the broken swords on the table. He stood up and said, "Young Master Yin, I will have to trouble you to take me to Qi Jiaje's room. I will change my clothes so that I can go up the mountain."
The white-clothed girl looked at Hsu Fengnian's bloody hands and hurriedly picked up the clothes and said, "I will help my Highness bring them upstairs."
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