Two familiar faces appeared among the endless stream of people at the stall next door.
The young master of Youyan Mountain Villa, Zhang Chunlin, carried a sword box on his back. There were four swords hidden in it, which should be the Fledgling Vine, Monk Hut, Frost Blade, and Rootless Heavenly Water.
Hsu Fengnian was at Youyan Mountain Villa when he first met the white-clothed immortals of the Guanyin Sect. Among them was the charcoal girl. Later in the Western Regions, Hsu Fengnian and Zhang Chunlin met by chance. Unexpectedly, this young man always treated him as a benefactor. Even the sword he cast from the Water Dragon Song Sword Furnace was named Frost Blade. Presumably, this kind of rebellious behavior of a swordsman who did not respect the way of the sword would provoke criticism in Jianghu. Fortunately, Youyan Mountain Villa was like the sun in the sky. The Dragon Rock Sword Furnace and the Water Dragon Song Sword Furnace had successively cast more than ten famous swords, making Youyan Mountain Villa one of the top ten gangs in Li Yang. Its ranking was even higher than Jiangnan's Drum Platform and Beiliang's Fish Dragon Gang.
The other was the young master of the Quicksnow Villa by the Spring Lake, Yuchi Niuquan.
Unlike Zhang Chunlin who traveled alone in Jianghu, she was accompanied by a middle-aged man in plain clothes but with a dignified air. Presumably, he was her father, Yuchi Liangfu.
Xu Fengnian looked at Zhang Chunlin and Yuchi Niuquan who were walking together and could not help but smile. They were a good match for each other.
Zhang Chunlin had no intention of drawing lots. He just stood by Yuchi Niuquan's side. Looking at her carefully and playfully drawing lots, his gaze was gentle.
The Old Taoist's skill in judging dishes had already been perfected to the point of perfection. As long as it was not the kind of undeniably bad lot, in fact, when encountering a customer whom he considered to be rich and powerful, he would be incomparably adept at describing a plain lot as a good lot. In the final analysis, he had recently taken advantage of the east wind brought by the Wulin world's grand event to set up a stall on Mount Wudang to interpret the lot. It was only a one-off business, why would he care about returning customers? Therefore, when the young lady, who looked like she came from a good family, handed over the bamboo stick and looked at the content clearly, the old Daoist was not stingy with his smile and said happily, "Miss, this is a rare lucky stick. 'All the heroes in the hall are here, I wonder who will be the top scholar?' There was also an allusion to this story. It was said that after the previous Emperor unified the Central Plains, he opened the imperial examinations for the first time. When he saw all the outstanding talents standing in the main hall, he was very pleased and thus asked this question! The meaning of this lot is very good. I believe that you don't lack good pursuers around you. Haha, actually, I don't need to say anything more. I just want to say one more thing. It's better if you don't get blinded by your choices and waste your time. "
Yuchi Liangfu smiled faintly. As a well-deserved authority in Jianghu, he naturally could see the weight of this old Daoist. But no matter what, his daughter was able to draw a good lot. Naturally, he had no reason to be unhappy.
Yuchi Juquan turned his head and said excitedly to his father, "Father, didn't I say that the divination here is very effective!"
Yuchi Liangfu's eyes were filled with affection as he smiled and said, "It's very effective."
She thought of something and turned her head to ask tentatively, "Daoist priest, can I take this lot?"
The old Daoist was in a difficult position.
But when he caught a glimpse of the lady's father's action of taking out money, he immediately smiled and said, "It's fine if you take it. I'll just write another one on the spot. It's not a big deal, it's not a big deal."
Yuchi Juquan received the bamboo stick with both hands and winked at her father.
Yuchi Liangfu smiled helplessly and simply placed the entire money pouch on the table.
She raised the bamboo stick high above her head. Under the warm autumn sun, she raised her head, focused and happy.
On the side, Zhang Chunlin also became happy.
Because the two villas were both among the top upstarts in Liyang Jianghu, and unlike the Wu family's Sword Tomb and Dongyue Sword Pool, or the Dragon Tiger Mountain and Wudang Mountain, the Swift Snow Mountain Villa and Youyan Mountain Villa had the potential to be natural allies. In fact, Yuchi Liangfu had taken a fancy to Zhang Chunlin, who had a gentle temperament, the first time the young man paid a visit, and he had long regarded him as a good son-in-law. Especially Zhang Chunlin, who had suddenly become rich, after entering Jianghu, he did not have the bad habit of calling his friends to wander the Jianghu. As the only heir of the huge Youyan Mountain Villa, he actually came alone with only the sword box, which made the shrewd Yuchi Liangfu very much approve of him. Moreover, the young man's parents, the virtuous couple of Youyan Mountain Villa, had always thought that they were kind and had a good reputation in Jianghu. But deep down, Yuchi Liangfu also had some considerations that he could not tell others. Now that the Northern Sect of Liyang Mountain Villa had withered, and Jianghu's secret was that Zhang Chunlin's mother came from the Guanyin Sect of the South Sea, and was once a talented Qi cultivator with a bright future. Yuchi Liangfu had to think deeper and further. If the Swift Snow Mountain Villa and Youyan Mountain Villa were successful in their marriage, on the surface it seemed that the latter was climbing up the social ladder, but in the future it could be the foresight of the Swift Snow Mountain Villa.
Of course, if his daughter was not fated to be with Zhang Chunlin, Yuchi Liangfu would not resort to such shady business. After all, to Yuchi Liangfu, who was ambitious and ruthless but had never remarried after losing his wife, his daughter's happiness was also very important. It was even more important than Zhuangzi's position in Jianghu.
Yuchi Liangfu had never denied that for the sake of Snow Mountain Manor's rise, he had spared no effort and no lack of cold-blooded methods.
However, this middle-aged man had always insisted that the reason he had put so much effort into Jianghu was so that his only daughter would not have to put so much effort into Jianghu in the future.
Yuchi Juquan, who had gotten what he wanted, was leaving shoulder to shoulder with Yuchi Liangfu. He suddenly leaned over and asked in a low voice, "Father, how many more years do you plan on delaying Aunt Liu? Aunt Liu is not young anymore. "
Yuchi Liangfu, who had not exposed his secret, flushed red. Although that woman had never appeared in the manor, everyone in the manor had more or less heard of her. However, Yuchi Liangfu had never thought that someone would have the guts to let his daughter hear about it.
Yuchi Liangfu narrowed his eyes slightly, his thoughts turning rapidly.
If he found out who had leaked the heavenly secrets, then don't blame him for throwing that person into the Spring Deity Lake to feed the fishes.
Yuchi Juquan seemed to be completely unaware of her father's unsightly expression and gloomy thoughts. She said indifferently, "Then just marry her. It's not a big deal. Father, you're so secretive. You really don't have the slightest bit of heroic spirit. Be careful that I don't worship you in the future."
Yuchi Liangfu's expression returned to normal, and he softly grunted.
She inexplicably added, "You're not allowed to get angry."
Yuchi Liangfu smiled and said, "I know."
Just as Zhang Chunlin followed the father and daughter and turned around, he caught sight of a person from the corner of his eye. His eyes immediately widened, as if he had seen a ghost in broad daylight.
However, when he saw that person raise a finger and shushed him, Zhang Chunlin forced himself to remain calm and continued to walk forward with a calm expression.
Hsu Fengnian, who had finished eating the Wudang's spring sesame seed cake, stopped Zhang Chunlin from speaking, then clapped his hands and prepared to leave. After the little clay figurine searched the sky with its sword to no avail, it returned home in a huff. It reckoned that its anger had more or less subsided by now. At the very least, it wouldn't take out its sword and hack people as soon as it saw them.
As for whether it would be a few words of abuse or a closed door, with Hsu Fengnian's thick skin, it wouldn't be a big deal.
However, at this moment, the dense stream of people between Lv Zuting and the Elephant Cleansing Pool suddenly separated, just like Wudang's old sect leader Wang Zhonglou's one finger splitting the river.
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