Fan Xiaochai's saber-wielding hand trembled slightly.
Even against Mi Fengjie, who was superior in both martial cultivation and experience, Fan Xiaochai had never felt such fear. More importantly, she had never feared death.
The young swordsman did not take advantage of the situation to attack. He only turned to the owner of the tea stall and shouted, "Add three bowls of Calming Soup."
Hsu Fengnian smiled. "Impressive."
Hsu Fengnian said to Fan Xiaochai, "Don't be nervous. This young master has no ill intentions."
Fan Xiaochai's face was pale, her eyes gloomy.
When the owner of the tea stall placed the three bowls of Calming Soup on the table, the man nodded. "Of course I have no ill intentions. Ever since I entered the jianghu, I've always thought that I would become a divine couple with that Xuanyuan Ziyi of Mount Hui's Great Snow Plains. But after seeing this young lady, I feel that she will definitely miss out on a good match like me."
Hsu Fengnian had to repeat, "Impressive."
The man then turned to Fan Xiaochai and said considerately, "It's fine if you want to kill me, but it's best if you drink the tea and find a secluded and spacious place. When the time comes, I won't retaliate and will let you attack me."
Fan Xiaochai took a deep breath, her fingers gripping the hilt of her saber tightly. She gnashed her teeth. "Are you courting death?!"
The man gave an unexpected answer. His expression was incomparably serious. "I'm looking for you."
Fan Xiaochai's eyes were filled with the determination to face death. She pulled out her saber without a care for anything else. Just as the tip of her saber was about to be completely exposed, her aura reached its peak.
The young swordsman, who had been expressionless all this time, smiled for the first time. He leaned slightly forward towards Fan Xiaochai and pointed two fingers of his left hand at the space between Fan Xiaochai's eyebrows, stopping just an inch away from her.
There was a great deal of meaning in this movement.
Fan Xiaochai quickly leaned back in an attempt to avoid the attack.
But the man released his fingers and gently pressed his palm on her shoulder.
Shocking crimson blood seeped out of the corner of Fan Xiaochai's mouth.
Hsu Fengnian narrowed his eyes.
This move of his was truly impressive. It wasn't because of the amazement of his moves or his aura, but because of the depth of his intentions.
Fan Xiaochai raised his arm and casually wiped away the blood.
The young swordsman was still holding her shoulder. He stopped smiling and said earnestly, "Miss, when it comes to imposing manner, righteousness is the same as evil and evil. The difference is that the former is like this post road where several riders can walk side by side. The latter is like a single-plank bridge where there is only enough space to stand on. It is not easy to turn around. People's depression is heavy and it is hard to get rid of it. Why is there a saying that the people of the world have to speak their mind? That was the logic. Our martial arts cultivation, whether it's the saber, the sword, or the fist technique, is a long-term thing. How can you reach the top in one go? Even if you're an immortal on earth, you still need to take a breath of fresh air when fighting to the death. "
Fan Xiaochai's lips were tightly shut.
In fact, at this moment, her mouth was already full of blood, and she couldn't even say the word 'scram'.
But she still didn't want to spit it out.
If Hsu Fengnian, the King of Beiliang, was the person she wanted to kill the most in her life, then this fellow who had been kicked in the head more than once by a donkey was second. He had already surpassed Chu Lushan, who had personally turned her into a Death Warrior of the Fu Shui Room years ago!
Hsu Fengnian sighed and raised the bowl of Calming Soup that had just been delivered. He poured half of it into the empty bowl before handing it to Fan Xiaochai.
She hesitated for a moment before taking the white bowl. She shook off the man's hand on her shoulder and turned around. Lowering her head, she spat blood into the bowl and drank it all in one gulp.
Perhaps apart from Hsu Fengnian, only the Snow House Spear Saint Li Honghou of the Jianghu people around the table had figured out the mystery.
Even in the eyes of Lu Jiejun of Ethereal Peak and Feng Zongxi, the master of fist techniques, there was nothing special about the young swordsman other than his speed. And that speed seemed to be all there was to it.
As for the others, they were even more confused.
That young swordsman looked at Fan Xiaochai's back, wanting to say something but hesitating. In the end, he didn't say anything.
He turned to Hsu Fengnian and asked, "You are either an ordinary person who has never practiced martial arts or a top figure who is skilled in Qi cultivation. Otherwise, I would have been able to sense the uniqueness of your Qi flow. But since you have the guts to walk around the city with a cold saber hanging around your waist, and you have … this girl with you, I believe that you are not simple. Then … "
Hsu Fengnian waited quietly for him to continue.
But this time, the young swordsman didn't disappoint. "Then may I ask for this girl's name?"
Hsu Fengnian smiled and said, "She used to be called Fan Xiaochai, as in hairpin. Now, she is called Fan Xiaochai, as in firewood."
That person nodded and said, "As I expected, they are both good names!"
Hsu Fengnian was speechless.
After roaming the jianghu for so many years, had he finally met an opponent whose skin was as thick as his?
It was just that when he was at his lowest point in the Jianghu back then, other than his face, he still relied on his face to beg for water from the village women. He was invincible and had never been defeated. However, the person in front of him purely relied on his face.
That person thought for a moment. "Forget it. I wanted to ask you something, but there's no need for that now. In any case, it doesn't matter whether I go to Mount Wudang or not. "
Hsu Fengnian, who already knew the young swordsman's identity, asked with a smile, "Why doesn't it matter? Are you really not going to compete with that King of Beiliang? "
The young swordsman was astonished. "You know who I am?"
Hsu Fengnian nodded.
He rubbed his chin and said in realization, "It's not easy for you to guess my identity just from my appearance. But then again, it's also reasonable."
Hsu Fengnian began to understand Fan Xiaochai's feelings a little.
Fan Xiaochai had already turned around and placed the white bowl on the table. He stared at that person and said, "I must kill you!"
That person was neither mocking nor angry. He grinned brightly and said, "As you wish."
Hsu Fengnian asked curiously, "You're not joking?"
That person sat up straight and said in a deep voice, "I never joke with people! If I really like someone, shouldn't it be love at first sight? I don't think that falling in love with someone is the only way to do so. Instead, it's only after falling in love with someone that we'll be able to do so. What, you don't believe me? "
Hsu Fengnian looked at this young face in a daze.
He thought of the old man in the sheepskin coat and that green-robed Fengdu cultivator.
It turned out that there were still fools in the jianghu.
They were unreasonable and did not need to be reasoned with.
Hsu Fengnian smiled and said softly, "I believe you."
Fan Xiaochai asked expressionlessly, "Who are you?!"
Hsu Fengnian couldn't help but rub his brows. As expected, this fellow was starting to hurt him invisibly again. "Miss Xiaochai, I like you. It has nothing to do with whether you like me or not."
Then he winked at Fan Xiaochai. "Don't be surprised if I don't like you one day."
Fan Xiaochai was on the verge of breaking down. He roared, "Who are you!"
Only then did the young swordsman put his hand on the hilt of his sword. He looked at her with clear eyes and smiled. "Taibai Sword Sect, Chen Tianyuan!"
He paused for a moment and then said loudly, "So! The only time I don't like you is when Chen Tianyuan's sword is broken! "
The young men and women at the nearby tables who were drinking tea or chewing biscuits all spat out their mouths.
Taibai Sword Sect, banished immortal Chen Tianyuan!
In the hundred years of jianghu, Chen Tianyuan was still the most talented swordsman after the Spring and Autumn Sword Armor Li Chungang! He was the fastest to break through!
Lu Jiejun and Feng Zongxi looked at the Snow Hut Spear Saint Li Chunghou at the same time. The latter nodded slightly.
He should be the one from Taibai Sword Sect.
The toad-faced beauty and the thin-lipped beauty sitting at the same table as the three seniors looked at each other.
Didn't they say that the banished immortal of Taibai Sword Sect was famous for his white clothes, white horse, and white sword when he first appeared in jianghu?
Didn't they say that the banished immortal was as handsome as a celestial immortal?
Hsu Fengnian slowly raised his teacup. He wasn't in a hurry to drink the tea. He looked into the distance and was lost in thought.
This person's current scene.
The scene when he left.
There was once an old man who liked to pick his feet and said angrily, "What old sword god! It's the sword god! "
There was once a wooden sword ranger who was so poor that he didn't even make a sound. He said heroically, "If a peerless swordsman with the surname Wen appears in jianghu one day, there's no doubt that it's me!"
Some people were no longer in this world.
Some people were no longer in jianghu.
Some people were still in front of him.
After Hsu Fengnian came back to his senses, he put down his teacup and shouted to the trembling shopkeeper of the tea stall, "Do you have any Green Ant Wine? Give me two pots!"
Now that Beiliang's jurisdiction had banned the brewing of wine, the newly brewed Green Ant Wine was destined not to be available in the taverns and restaurants of all sizes. Most of the wine was stored in the cellars of previous years. This tea stall had to do business with foreign jianghu people. After all, a bowl of Calming Soup only cost a few coins, which was far easier to make money by selling wine. Therefore, the shopkeeper specially bought some relatively coarse aged Green Ant Wine. There were four or five pots left, so he brought two pots to this table. The price of one pot now was about the price of four pots of Green Ant Wine a few years ago. Fortunately, Beiliang didn't have the habit of diluting water. Green Ant Wine was good and bad, but they were all authentic. As the jianghu people of the Central Plains swarmed to Mount Wudang, someone shouted, "If you don't drink Green Ant Wine, you've come to Beiliang for nothing."
Chen Tianyuan asked, "You're treating?"
Hsu Fengnian nodded and said, "You treat me to Calming Soup, and I treat you to Green Ant Wine in return. What's wrong with that?"
Chen Tianyuan said seriously, "There's nothing wrong with that. It's just that I don't drink wine."
Hsu Fengnian said in surprise, "There's a swordsman in the world who doesn't drink wine?"
Chen Tianyuan pointed at himself and said matter-of-factly, "I'm one."
Hsu Fengnian looked at the two pots of Green Ant Wine on the table and felt a little embarrassed.
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