When Hsu Fengnian returned to the inn, he went to Jiang Ni's room since he had nothing to do. He saw an old man and a young man scribbling on the table. There were two small white porcelain bowls, one filled with water and the other with wine. The two of them dipped their fingers in the wine and started scribbling on the table. At this moment, the little clay figurine probably felt that the old God of Swords' scribbling had crossed the line and invaded her territory. Therefore, she puffed up her cheeks and glared at him. The old God of Swords had no choice but to restrain his interest. He lowered his head and sucked all the wine on the table into his mouth. When Jiang Ni saw Hsu Fengnian enter the room, she quickly wiped away the water scribbles on the table with her sleeves. Hsu Fengnian teased, "Practicing calligraphy with the old senior? You might as well secretly practice swordsmanship with him. You can't possibly lend out your talisman for free. The old senior can just casually teach you a few moves and you'll be able to throw me ten streets away. If you accidentally learn Green Gall Sleeves, tsk tsk, the pugilistic world will definitely give you the title of Female Sword Immortal. How impressive would that be? Even Wang Xianzhi or Đồng Thái would have to be polite to you when they meet. When the time comes, you must remember to tell the experts that I, Jiang Ni, was once a maidservant of that idiot Hsu Fengnian. Heh, just thinking about it makes me feel awesome. "
Jiang Ni angrily said, "Why do you care if I practice calligraphy!? Who wants to be your maidservant!? Who wants to practice swordsmanship to give you face!? "
Hsu Fengnian sat down and mischievously asked, "Are you afraid that you won't be able to endure the hardship of practicing swordsmanship?"
Jiang Ni wanted to grab the bowl and smash it. However, His Royal Highness had already anticipated this and used his Winter Embroidery Knife to stop her hand and the bowl. He smiled and said, "Don't fight. I don't have time to mess around with you today. I'm here to learn from the old senior. If you like to listen, then sit to the side. If you don't, then I'll have to trouble you to take two steps forward."
Jiang Ni clenched her teeth and said, "This is my room!"
Xu Fengnian ignored the stray cat whose tail had been stepped on. He summarized the dozen or so moves he had extracted from the numerous secret manuals to the old God of Swords. At first, Li Chungang seemed to be very impatient. He picked at his earwax and flicked it away. Toward the end of Xu Fengnian's narration, although the old man was still crossing his legs, he no longer picked at his earwax to disgust Xu Fengnian. He picked up the porcelain bowl that only had half a bowl of wine left and drank as he listened. He did not nod or shake his head. When Xu Fengnian saw the drowsy expression on the elderly God of Swords' face, he unwillingly dissected it again in detail. He mentioned the names of the books on the origins of the dozen or so styles, and then explained how he believed the dozen or so styles should be connected and integrated. In the end, the elderly God of Swords only squinted his eyes and drank the wine. Xu Fengnian was a little discouraged. He reached out to pick up the small bowl of ginger used to practice calligraphy and drank the water in one gulp. The little mud man was very vexed that he didn't throw in half a jin of arsenic earlier.
Hsu Fengnian, whose mouth was dry, drank half the bowl of water and stared blankly at the old God of Swords who had not moved for a long time.
Jiang Ni, who did not understand anything, gloated, "Three-legged cat. Three-legged cat. Not worthy, not worthy. "
The word "not worthy" naturally came from the words of the white-clothed Guanyin outside Xiangfan City. These days, Jiang Ni had been using this to mock His Royal Highness. It was very satisfying. Wang Xianzhi's age is actually about the same as mine and Qi Xuanzhen's, but in terms of fame, he was many years later. Back then, he was also like you, picking up the wisdom of others, taking the inferior path of learning from others. Every time I and some of the experts of that time fought, we could always see this fellow's figure watching the battle from afar. Unlike me, who was stuck between the two realms of Celestial Phenomenon and Immortal for a long time, this old fellow could become more and more valiant as he fought. Now that I think about it, everyone said that Wang Xianzhi's perception was unparalleled, because he could remember all the martial arts in the world with a single glance after watching a battle once. That was why he was able to break the world's swords with his bare hands. But that wasn't accurate. Wang Xianzhi was like a Qi Practitioner of the Dan Ding Sect. He would grab some of the pill stones around him, but not just the pill stones themselves, he would throw them into the cauldron and fuse them together. The old man's two-sleeved green snake would become a one-sleeved green dragon in his hands. Therefore, when the experts of the world fought against Wang Xianzhi, they all saw him as the best grindstone to sharpen their own cultivation. This was a good thing. Unfortunately, after they sharpened their cultivation, their abilities would improve, but they would never be able to catch up to Wang Xianzhi's footsteps. That was why countless experts of the world would simultaneously grumble, 'Since Wang Xianzhi was born, why did he have to be born?' Wang Xianzhi was like a Qi Practitioner of the Dan Ding Sect. Young Fellow Xu, you want to be the second Wang Xianzhi? "
Hsu Fengnian was astonished and speechless.
The elderly Sword God sneered and said with disdain, "Since you truly want to practice martial arts and don't even have the ambition to push Wang Xianzhi down from the second place, why are you still practicing the saber?"
Hsu Fengnian said helplessly, "If Wang Xianzhi claims to be the second, who doesn't think that he is the number one martial artist?"
The elderly Sword God shook his head and smiled faintly. "Number one? This Old Man didn't think so. When Wang Xianzhi claimed to be the second place, half of it was because he was arrogant, and the other half was because he knew his own limitations. There would always be one or two freaks in the world that couldn't be reasoned with. As for whether these freaks came from Buddhism, Daoism, or the mountains and forests of Jianghai, only the heavens and Wang Xianzhi himself knew. When Qi Xuanzhen died, This Old Man thought that Wang Xianzhi would finally be able to hold his head up high. He didn't expect that Wang Xianzhi was still the second place. Presumably, after Qi Xuanzhen's death, a Terrestrial Immortal that even Wang Xianzhi was afraid of appeared. Otherwise, with Wang Xianzhi's temper, he wouldn't be so pretentious. This Old Man felt that this year's martial arts evaluation was trash, but the secondary evaluation wasn't tacky. The four people on the rankings all had the hope of giving the martial arts world a surprise before Wang Xianzhi died of old age. Especially the new Wudang Patriarch and Dragon Tiger Qi Xianxia who fought on the Wudang Mountain and almost destroyed the Zhenwu Heavenly Empire. The latter had the demeanor of This Old Man back in the day. The bull-riding that you mentioned was like Qi Xuanzhen who didn't make a sound, but when he farted, the entire world would pinch their nose to smell it. As for you, young fellow, you are quite similar to Wang Xianzhi. It's a pity that Wang Xianzhi was a late bloomer. At your age, he could casually kill dozens of Hsu Fengnian. "
Jiang Ni chuckled at the side and said, "That's amazing. You're quite similar to Wang Xianzhi. Doesn't that mean that when you reach Wang Xianzhi's age, you can be ranked as the top two hundred experts in the world? "
Hsu Fengnian was amused by the little mud man's words and laughed out loud. He turned his head and said, "Thanks for your auspicious words. I will definitely live to a hundred years old. No matter what, I will live to Wang Xianzhi's age."
Jiang Ni was vexed and didn't say anything.
Hsu Fengnian laughed and said, "In the future, when I roam the martial arts world and meet an expert that I don't like, the first thing I will ask is if he is the top two hundred expert in the world!"
The old God of Swords waved his hand and said, "Go, go. This Old Man still needs to practice calligraphy with Little Jiang."
Hsu Fengnian was chased out of the room just like that. When he closed the door, he didn't forget to extend his two hands to Jiang Ni. One finger on each hand meant that he would live to a hundred years old, and two fingers on each hand meant that he was the top two hundred expert in the world. Seeing this, Jiang Ni was furious. After he closed the door, he said in a fit of pique, "I'm not practicing calligraphy anymore!"
The old God of Swords, who had suffered an unexpected calamity, was stunned and said, "Why not?"
Jiang Ni said angrily, "I'm not in the mood."
The old man had a sneaky face and softly urged, "Little Jiang, try imagining that this table is Little Xu's smiling face."
Jiang Ni hesitated for a moment and her eyes lit up. She jogged over and hurriedly poured another bowl of water. Following that, she practiced calligraphy. Every word was written with iron and silver hooks.
At this moment, the old God of Swords somewhat understood why Little Xu liked to tease the little girl in front of him.
Li Chungang held the bowl and drank a big mouthful of wine. He was even more determined to make a deal with Little Xu.
Looking at Jiang Ni practicing calligraphy, he softly whispered and kindly reminded, "Sword and calligraphy are the same. The most important thing is to be done in one go. Little Mud Man, come, come, come. You read This Old Man's calligraphy. "
Jiang Ni made an 'oh' sound and looked at the old man's fingers. She silently recited, "Traveling to the East Sea in the morning and the West Mountain in the evening, the green snake in my sleeve is bold. When I meet injustice, I put down my cup and draw my sword, treating it as air. I shout three times and rush over, only to see heads falling from the sky. The world thinks I'm climbing the stairs, but I've already passed the eighteenth floor … "
When the old God of Swords was writing freely, he saw that Jiang Ni was not only reading, but also writing on the table without realizing it. Her fingers were not only similar to the poem he wrote on the table, but also similar in spirit.
I don't practice the sword, so the sword will is naturally sufficient. Although there is no sword in my sleeves, the green snake is bold.
After the old God of Swords entered the world with a broken arm, this was the first time he drank wine.
The sword will in the room was awe-inspiring. It was impossible to tell whose hand it was.
— —
Yu Youwei lay lazily on the table. The white cat squatted in front of her and curled up like a ball of snow.
Yu Youwei stretched out a finger. Wu Meiniang stretched out her paws and hugged it. She looked naive and cute.
The girl who was no longer the number one courtesan in Liangzhou smiled and said, "My Meiniang is still the best. Other than eating and sleeping, you're carefree. When I want to see you, you're by my side. When I don't want to see you, I won't see you. I'm not afraid that you'll hold a grudge."
She was no longer the girl who was once called Yu Xuanji. She pressed her cheek against the cool table and reached out to stroke her pet's furry head. She said to herself, "Do you want to leave me and live alone?"
Since Wu Meiniang was destined to be unable to speak, she answered her own question. "Even if I wanted to at first, I wouldn't think about it after I got used to it, right? I know it's not right, but I can't leave or escape, right? "
"You're just a flower vase, and the kind that's not very good-looking. What's there to be dissatisfied about being able to live?"
"You can't compare to the maids in the yard, you can't compare to those heroines who roam Jianghu alone, you can't compare to a child who dares to hate with a dagger. You can't compare to anyone. You've even forgotten your parents and even your name. Who can you compare to? Who's worth talking to when you're like this? "
"You'll grow old eventually."
…
Outside, His Royal Highness leaned against the door in silence.
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