Seniority in Jianghu, ranking in Jianghu, and ranking in Jianghu were all recorded in the minds of well-informed Jianghu people. For example, there were more than 50 people who were familiar with Jianghu faces in Jianghu in the Great Snow Plateau of Mount Hui. They were all famous big shots who were either immortals or grandmasters. Don't even think about them. The next group of people were mainly people who were qualified to enter the Yamen of the Ministry of Justice in the capital city. These gray people were even more untouchable in Jianghu. In addition to the dozen or so behemoths that were evaluated by the old and the new, those sects and factions that could dominate the martial arts world in a province also needed to be paid attention to. From the Sect Masters, to the Guest Elders, and then to the Personal Disciples, all of them had to be paid attention to. The last group of people, such as Feng Zongxi, who was famous for his righteousness and generosity, and Liao Dong's Red Sandalwood Monk, who was also a Wandering Immortal, usually wandered Jianghu alone. They had to remember their names and appearances clearly to avoid offending them. Otherwise, they would feel that two fists were no match for four hands. They deserved to drown in the big river instead of capsizing in the gutter.
Xu Fengnian's face was full of disdain as he said, "It's a small Taoist temple near Shaoyou Peak. He was only able to stay there because his grandfather was a big pilgrim there. Otherwise, with his little ability, he would have been forced to pack up and leave long ago."
The lean man said with a smile, "Little brother, may I ask which Jianghu you are from? What grudges do you have with that person? "
Hsu Fengnian smiled, "Brother, you're breaking the rules. Money in the world doesn't have a surname."
The lean man, who knew he was in the wrong, laughed and said, "Money is all surnamed Zhao."
Hsu Fengnian smiled and pointed at the bluestone, "Here, it has to be surnamed Xu."
Just when Hsu Fengnian was about to follow the vine and "casually" talk about the nursery rhyme, an uninvited guest interrupted their conversation.
Tong Shanquan, who had a Martial Virtue and a Heavenly Treasure, two heavy weapons at his waist, walked straight towards Hsu Fengnian without any disguise.
Hsu Fengnian was not annoyed by this. He believed that the spies of the Whispering Water Chamber on Mount Wudang had already known about this matter. Even if they did not attach as much importance to this matter as he did, he would go back and greet them personally. After all, Mount Wudang was still Beiliang's territory. Even if there were crooks and honest people mixed together, if they were willing to put in some effort, they would still be able to find some clues. As long as the other party was not a one-time deal and dared to continue fanning the flames, the spies of the Whispering Water Chamber would let him know the taste of living a life worse than death. Hsu Fengnian was not confident in this, but conceited. The world only knew the name of the Beiliang cavalry, but few knew that the Whispering Water Chamber was able to survive in the cracks of Liyang's Zhao Gou and Beimang's cobwebs and continue to grow. Only the high-ranking generals of Beiliang knew that in the heart of this new Prince Liang, he respected the spies of Beiliang more than the crossbowmen on white horses outside the Liangzhou Pass.
Hsu Fengnian did not stand up. He raised his head and asked with a smile, "Master Tong is here to comprehend the saber again?"
The master of Jin Cuo Dao, who had a quiet temperament but a strong and vigorous saber, smiled and nodded slightly.
She tapped the ground with the tip of her foot and nimbly flew towards the giant rock in the middle of the pool. She sat down cross-legged facing the waterfall and placed the two sabers across her knees.
Naturally, the Lightness Skill that she displayed did not carry any worldly aura and did not appear to be superior.
However, the young woman's bearing of a master was apparent at a glance.
The lean man muttered to himself, "Why does she look so similar to the legendary young master of Jin Cuo Dao Manor? She also has two sabers at her waist and is also … a national beauty? Or perhaps she is a heroine of the Central Plains who admires Tong Shanquan. "
Hsu Fengnian joked, "Brother, do you think that I would know such an unattainable master of martial arts?"
In the Jianghu of the ordinary heroes of Jianghu, let alone the Great Snow Plateau, even the high and mighty Holy Land of Jianghu such as Jin Cuo Dao Manor had a plaque hanging at its front door. The beautiful peony "Green Waist" in the manor, the young master of the manor, Tong Shanquan's two sabers were Heavenly Treasures of Martial Virtue, and the quality of the two sabers embroidered with winter and spring thunder on someone's waist. Whether or not Tong Shanquan and Chen Tianyuan of the Taibai Sword Sect, who was also from the southwest of Liyang, were an immortal couple, whether or not they had a short-lived marriage, and even whether or not she was secretly pregnant with that young banished immortal. These were all topics of conversation in the Jianghu of the Central Plains, enough to drink a few cups of wine.
The fish and shrimps that lived in this Jianghu naturally carried the smell of dirt.
If they did not speak the words of the heavens that were related to the Heaven, Earth, Mountains, and Rivers, they would not be able to achieve the magnificent feat of freezing the thirty provinces of the Central Plains with one sword.
They went to the Martial Emperor City to pay homage to the high wall that was once filled with divine weapons, went to the Great Snow Plateau of Mount Hui to see the goose feather snow, went to the Dongyue Sword Pool to see the words "High Mountains, Deep Waters, Long Sword" carved in cursive script, went to Youyan Mountain Villa to see the Dragon Rock Sword Furnace forging swords, went to Beiliang's Lingzhou restaurant to drink Green Ant Wine, went to the Quicksnow Mountain Villa to admire the scenery of the Spring God Lake …
These were the blessings that they had been dreaming of.
A young swordsman carrying a box on his back who was passing by the Elephant Washing Pool unintentionally saw Hsu Fengnian and his face was full of surprise. He was the young master of the Youyan Mountain Villa, Zhang Chunlin. Yesterday when Xuanyuan Qingfeng of Mount Hui was drawing lots, he had already recognized Hsu Fengnian who was squatting at the stall next door and eating pancakes. After Zhang Chunlin returned to his residence yesterday, he used up a large jar of saliva before he finally found out the exact location of the new Prince Liang from an old Taoist of the Qing generation on Mount Wudang. That year, His Royal Highness, who had a bad reputation, came to Mount Wudang to practice his knife skills. In fact, the Taoist on the mountain did not think much of it and no one was willing to take it seriously. They were not immortal Zhenrens who could predict the future, how could they have foreseen today's situation? After Xu Fengnian's hereditary inheritance was passed down, Wudang Mountain sealed off the path from the Washing Elephant Pond to the thatched cottage. In fact, it was just a small path with a fence. In those years, probably only the young Martial Grandmasters who had not yet ridden down to Jiangnan on cranes would often run over to help with the vegetable garden, allowing the greenery to last year. Later on, Xu Fengnian personally wrote a letter to Wudang Mountain's Zhenren Chen Yao, imploring the mountain to help maintain the tranquility near the thatched cottage. So Wudang Mountain built another green bamboo fence, but that was all.
Hsu Fengnian waved his hand and greeted, "Little Zhang, you're here."
Zhang Chunlin had mixed feelings. When they first met, Hsu Fengnian, who was still His Royal Highness, had a head full of white hair. He mistook him for a Land Sword Immortal who had returned to his natural state. The second time they met, it was in the Western Region. They did not have much to talk about, which made this young swordsman, who even named his sword "Frost Blade", feel regretful.
Zhang Chunlin squatted beside Hsu Fengnian, slightly uneasy.
Hsu Fengnian joked, "Carrying so many swords around, are you a sword seller?"
Zhang Chunlin blushed.
It was very strange. Perhaps it was because he was born into a family of swordsmiths, but Zhang Chunlin did not have much obsession with the way of the sword. He also did not have the lofty ambition of wanting to be the only one in the world of swords. In the hundred years of Jianghu, sword masters emerged one after another. Zhang Chunlin did not particularly worship Li Chungang and Đồng Thái, nor did he particularly yearn for the Wu family sword tomb or the Dongyue Sword Pool. Instead, he admired Jian Jiuhuang the most. His greatest wish was to be like that old swordsman of Western Shu, collecting all the famous swords in the world into his sword case. Just carrying them around in Jianghu was enough.
Hsu Fengnian smiled and asked, "Little Zhang, have you given yourself a nickname?"
Zhang Chunlin blushed and shook his head vigorously.
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