Hsu Fengnian hesitated for a moment. He didn't care anymore. Those Jianghu ruffians could do whatever they wanted. If they really pissed him off, he would let those bastards have a taste of the cool autumn air and cold water bath.
He carried the burden and continued to walk in that direction.
Stepping on the fragmented moonlight shining through the bamboo forest and approaching the Elephant Washing Pond, Hsu Fengnian already had a rough understanding of the situation. Two groups of foreign Jianghu people had a conflict when they were burning incense during the day. Because Beiliang's laws were harsh and they had already learned a bloody lesson, they didn't dare to fight in public. The two sides agreed to spar at the Elephant Washing Pond in the middle of the night and secretly signed a life and death agreement. They were not allowed to bring weapons and were responsible for their own lives. After the event, they were not allowed to tell the local authorities of Beiliang at the foot of Mount Wudang. Even if they accidentally leaked it, they had to grit their teeth and not implicate others. When Hsu Fengnian reached the end of the bamboo forest, he stopped and looked up. He saw two groups of people fiercely confronting each other by the Elephant Washing Pond. Seven or eight people against twenty people. There was a great disparity in numbers, but the former's momentum was stronger, while the latter's military strength was superior. However, the situation was somewhat silent, allowing the leader of the seven or eight people to poke and point at their noses.
Hsu Fengnian turned his head and looked. On the huge rock in the middle of the pond, a graceful figure that was originally lying on her back sat up.
The woman basking in the moonlight in the middle of the night didn't make a big noise, but when it was discovered by some Jianghu people with sharp ears and eyes, the atmosphere instantly became awkward.
After she sat up straight, she faced the two groups of people who were speechless and said, "You guys continue. Don't pay attention to me."
Everyone looked over. The water in the pond swayed and the moonlight dazzled. They saw her sitting alone on the rock with a pair of boots neatly placed on her left and a jug of wine on her right.
Her appearance was not outstanding, but at this moment, it made her look hazy and made her look even more beautiful.
After she opened her mouth to speak, the wine emboldened people, and the beauty emboldened them even more. The burly man who was originally pointing at people's noses and scolding them suddenly shouted with a thunderous voice. He heavily clenched his fist and slapped his chest. "Wang Songfeng! I've roamed Jianghu for dozens of years. What did I rely on? He relied on the word 'righteousness'!
I don't care who was right or wrong between you and Li Bangxian during the day. Since he found me, it means that he treats me, Hong Mingtang, as a friend! Even if you've invited Clan Leader Tang and Great Hero Song to help, we'll rely on our own abilities today. According to the rules of the underworld, the one who kneels down in the end will admit his mistake! "
The short man in front of him rolled his eyes, jumped up, and slapped him in the face.
In the pugilistic world, if beating someone up was considered as starting a feud, then beating someone up in the face was considered as starting a feud.
As a result, the two sides began to fight because of the woman's interruption. At first, some people still cared about their status, but in the end, they became more ruthless. They used all kinds of unorthodox moves, such as kicking the crotch, the black tiger, the heart, the monkey picking the peach, and so on. Moreover, they seemed to be using them to the point of perfection. There were all kinds of situations where the donkey rolled around and the dog ate shit.
Tragic!
Hsu Fengnian, who was watching from the side with a bucket of water, felt pain for the heroes who had been beaten up.
How could it not hurt to be slapped in the face and spin a few times in the air before landing on the ground?
How could it not hurt to be kicked in the crotch and roll around while clenching their teeth and not crying for their parents? How could it not be heroic?
Hsu Fengnian, who didn't attract any attention, took this opportunity to go to the Elephant Washing Pool and fill two wooden buckets with water.
The woman had already put on her boots. She floated to Hsu Fengnian's side with a wine pot in her hand. She had a strange look in her eyes.
Hsu Fengnian stopped what he was doing and asked with a smile, "Manor Master Tong, are you in the mood for leisure?"
The young female head of Jincuo Knife Manor said seriously, "Tong Shanquan has engraved the prince's parting words in my heart! Legend has it that the Elephant Washing Pool has always been the place where the Wudang sword maniac Wang Xiaoping practiced his sword. He once used a bamboo sword to cut down a waterfall, so he wanted to come here and try. Unfortunately, he didn't get anything. "
Hsu Fengnian said softly, "Everyone has their own fate. There's no need to force it. Especially when you're about to break through a bottleneck, you can't rush it."
Tong Shanquan had two famous knives at her waist, Wude and Tianbao. She nodded. She clearly didn't have a knot in her heart about returning home disappointed tonight.
This was in line with Hsu Fengnian's impression of her. She was magnanimous.
Hsu Fengnian shook his shoulder pole out of habit, no different from a villager carrying water in the countryside. Before they parted, he smiled at her and said, "If you don't mind, I'll have someone bring you one of Wang Xianzhi's fist manuals and some of my own knife skills."
Tong Shanquan was stunned. She then asked directly, "Does the prince need me to do something?"
Hsu Fengnian nodded and said, "Of course!"
Tong Shanquan blinked her eyes.
Hsu Fengnian continued, "In the future, when you practice the knife and become a knife master even better than Gu Jiantang, it would be even better if Grandmaster Tong could tell others that you were taught by someone in Beiliang when you travel the jianghu."
Tong Shanquan smiled slightly and said crisply, "Okay!"
At this time, someone sneaked over to them.
Hsu Fengnian turned his head and glared. He shouted angrily, "My father has been the chief of Beiliang's Green Forest for twenty years! You motherf * cker, you dare to provoke me?! "
The person was stunned by his domineering attitude. He weighed the pros and cons. Perhaps it was better to be safe than sorry, so he turned around with his tail between his legs.
Hsu Fengnian turned back and said jokingly, "I didn't say anything wrong. My father has always been the chief of Beiliang's underworld."
Tong Shanquan couldn't say anything.
Hsu Fengnian carried the water and left.
Tong Shanquan looked at his back. Finally, he turned around slowly, tapped the ground with the tip of his foot, and disappeared.
The Elephant Washing Pond was covered in chicken feathers.
Hsu Fengnian returned to the thatched cottage and poured the water into the water jar.
When he turned around, he saw Đồng Thái.
Hsu Fengnian didn't criticize him. With a serious expression, he said, "I'll go get the knife."
Đồng Thái nodded.
Hsu Fengnian knocked on the door and entered. He picked up the cold knife from the table and left quietly.
Not long after, Hsu Fengnian and Đồng Thái stood side by side at the top of the stone steps of Big Lotus Peak.
Đồng Thái asked calmly, "Do you know who he is?"
Hsu Fengnian shook his head and said, "I don't know."
The Peach Blossom Sword Deity didn't say anything else. He closed his eyes and rested.
Hsu Fengnian said, "You don't have to do anything unless it's absolutely necessary."
Đồng Thái remained silent.
At the foot of Wudang Mountain, an old man and a young man walked through the archway and slowly climbed the mountain.
The young man was called Gou Youfang. He was once the lowest rung in the Martial Emperor City of Donghai.
Until one day, the young man met a strange middle-aged man who carried a bowl into the city. There was another middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance following closely behind.
The young man still didn't know that the former was Xie Guanying and the latter was Đồng Thái.
After the young man left the Martial Emperor City, he traveled around and met the hunchbacked old man. They traveled west together and came to Beiliang.
The young man only knew that the old man's surname was Zhang. He called the old man Grandpa Zhang.
The old man was an old-fashioned man who didn't like to smile. He was like a strict old teacher. Fortunately, although the young man didn't learn how to read, he was born simple and polite. The old man and the young man got along well.
As the young man walked up the stairs, he muttered, "Confucius said, 'The Way of Heaven and Earth is broad, thick, high, bright, long, and long.'"
Along the way, the old man taught the young man similar phrases when he wanted to say something. The young man just memorized them. If he didn't understand the meaning, he just put them aside.
When the young man recited the phrase, "Confucius said, 'When angry, you forget to eat. When happy, you forget to worry. You don't know that old age is coming.'"
The old man couldn't help but sigh.
Old age is coming, and people are about to die.
Since the fall of the Great Qin Dynasty, for the past eight hundred years, generations of scholars in the world had to recite the words "Confucius said" in the books of the sages.
Now that the imperial examinations were popular in Liyang, there were more scholars. Naturally, the words "Confucius said" were more common.
This "Confucius said".
It was the words of the Sage Zhang of the Scholarly School.
At this moment, the old man sighed with emotion, "So, I've said so much."
The young man asked, "Grandpa Zhang, what did you say?"
The old man smiled for the first time. He rubbed the young man's head and said, "Youfang, you're my closed-door disciple. You can call me Teacher in the future."
The young man looked confused.
The old man took the young man's hand and continued to climb the mountain. He said calmly, "You have many senior brothers. The youngest one is called Huang Longshi."
The young man habitually called him Grandpa Zhang. He asked curiously, "Is it Huang Longshi who has the same name as the Great Demon of Spring and Autumn, Huang Sanjia?"
The old man laughed it off.
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