Because Fuyu Town at the foot of Mount Wudang was the starting point of the South Mountain Road of Burning Incense, and because it was rumored to be the place where Qi Jiajie's Ten Thousand Miles Sword Strike ended, and because it was close to the Wudang Martial Arts Competition, this originally unknown town suddenly became very lively. The big and small Taoist temples on Mount Wudang were already overcrowded, so many low-class rooms in Fuyu Town were sold at a high price, and the restaurant business was even more profitable.
Some Jianghu people who came from afar were surprised when they recognized Yuchi Liangfu, the owner of the Snow Mountain Villa, on the street, but when they entered the restaurant, they were surprised to find Zhang Chunlin, the young owner of Youyan Mountain Villa, sitting two tables next to them. Then they heard that there were many fairies of Gangnam-do sitting upstairs, and then they saw Liao Dong's Red Sandalwood Monk, one of the 16 Individual Immortals, striding in. The onlookers were completely numb. Normally, when they walked in Jianghu, rare grandmasters were elusive, but now, they were like cabbages on the street, it was hard not to see them.
This small Fuyu Town was full of crouching tigers and hidden dragons.
Therefore, at this time, no matter what sect the young talents were from, or what cultivation they were from, no one dared to speak loudly. They were afraid that if they accidentally spat on the ground, it would splash on the clothes of some martial arts grandmaster, and then they would be in serious trouble. This was not an alarmist talk. Previously, the Fish-dragon Gang had sent a message to the Jianghu people that in Beiliang, it was okay to stop sparring, but they were not allowed to fight and hurt people because of personal grudges. Otherwise, if they were found, the Xu family's Iron Cavalry would be executed without mercy! Half a week ago, there were two pitiful people who were unlucky. Because someone glanced at the table next to him while eating, they drew their swords and fought each other. One of them was seriously injured on the spot, while the other left in a heroic spirit. In the end, the latter was killed by the local cavalry within the time it took for an incense stick to burn. His head was hung on the street as a public display. This made people understand a principle: when traveling in Jianghu, especially Beiliang Jianghu, which had always been outside the Central Plains, one should never blindly look or act recklessly. People might die. In particular, many of the heroes of the Jianghu rushed over to join in the fun. They witnessed with their own eyes the unique pursuit of the cavalry. That famous master with extraordinary lightness skills was killed in a single charge by two hundred Beiliang cavalrymen. Flying on the water or having the physique of a third-level martial artist, he had no power to fight back at all when faced with well-trained light crossbows. The Beiliang cavalrymen's frontal charge, circling around the perimeter, and intercepting them on fast horses were all done in one go. In comparison, the fight between the constables of the Central Plains and the heroes of the Jianghu was like a vixen clawing at a man in love. The difference was like heaven and earth.
There was a tea stall on the side of the main road outside the small town. It was noon, and the stall was selling Wudang's famous calming cold tea. Coupled with the fragrant spring morning pancakes, business was booming. By the side of the road, there were tall horses resting with their owners. Six or seven greasy tables were filled with foreign tea guests. Everyone had an extraordinary air about them, and it was obvious that they were all Jianghu people who had come to Wudang for the martial arts competition. Two of the tables were occupied by eight young women with zither, konghou, hulei, and other musical instruments placed in front of them. One of the tables was occupied by a strong young man who did not carry any weapons. His eyes shone with a bright light, and he sat majestically. With just a glance, one could tell that he was a master of external martial arts. The young men at the other table each carried a white spear on their backs. Although they were wooden spears that they practiced with every day, the four of them had completely different styles. They had the relatively complicated Crow Neck Spear, the simple Awl Spear, the Great Shu Brush Spear, and the Dongyue Splitting Horse Spear.
These four tables surrounded the "main table" in the middle like stars surrounding the moon. There were three people who seemed to be of different ages sitting there. The young woman had a crystal clear jade flute on her waist. She was graceful and moving. The man with white hair on his temples carried two cloth bags. The middle-aged man was short, a full head shorter than the young woman, but he had a proud look on his face.
The other two tables were probably outsiders to these five tables. They were also relatively close to the road. Once a carriage passed by, dust would fly up, and it would be hard to tell whether they were drinking tea or eating dust.
At this time, a carriage slowly stopped. There were three knights serving as the carriage's retainers. The young coachman turned around and lifted the curtain. A handsome man in white walked out of the carriage. He habitually squinted his eyes and vaguely saw the outline of Escape Summer Town. After whispering to each other, the man returned to the carriage. The young coachman jumped off the carriage and took the reins from one of the retainers. The retainer took over as the coachman, and the carriage continued to move towards the small town. Only one of the three retainers followed the young coachman. It was a young woman with a knife on her waist. Her appearance was outstanding, but unfortunately, her face was gloomy and cold. Her whiteness reduced a lot of her charm.
The young man and woman who were probably servants of a big family led their horses to the tea stall. Coincidentally, there were also two men and women who were about the same age as them walking back from the distant river. The woman was carrying a pipa wrapped in a brocade case with Western Shu pattern. Her lips were thin and her mouth was small, graceful and charming. However, the man who accompanied her was too inferior. He had a toad face that could ward off evil. He was too young and mature. When he smiled, he did not look like a Jianghu talent. He was the kind of person who would be treated as a flower thief by the guards at the city gate even if he had an identity card. When the two pairs of young men and women walked to the tea stall at the same time, the toad face's small eyes rolled around and fiercely sized up the woman's retainer with a knife behind the coachman. This man who already had meat in his bowl was obviously not satisfied and was eyeing the meat in the pot. However, because of the beauty beside him, he was embarrassed to show too ugly eating manners. In the end, he did not go up to strike up a conversation. When he noticed the strange woman's cold eyes, he slightly grinned and raised his eyebrows. Then, he noticed that she was holding the handle of her knife with one hand and was about to pull it out. He was even more overjoyed. Oh, it was still a rouge horse. If it was in the past, he would have liked it the most. He could not help but stick out his tongue and lick his lips out of habit.
This action provoked a sneer from the woman with the knife. The toad face did not find it strange, but the three people at the table in the middle almost all held their breath at the same time. It was like two tigers meeting on a mountain. The short man said in a deep voice, "Changfeng, come back!"
At the same time, the young man who had been the coachman stopped and patted the shoulder of the woman beside him. The latter immediately restrained her spirit and released her murderous aura.
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