Hsu Fengnian, who had just been kicked, asked in confusion, "Practice?"
The old God of Swords sneered, "Otherwise, do you think you can use real swords and spears to train that Princess Jing An? Are you willing to part with the Great Yellow Court? "
Even someone as thick-skinned as Hsu Fengnian was still somewhat embarrassed, so he didn't continue to harp on this topic. He walked closer to the bonfire and sat down beside Yu Youwei. Ning Emei walked over with one hand carrying some golden roasted meat, which dripped with oil. He handed one to his Royal Highness and one to the old God of Swords. The famished Hsu Fengnian tore into the meat and joked, "General Ning, let's sit down together. Let's bask in the old God of Swords' immortal aura."
Ning Emei, who had removed his armor but was still carrying the short halberd on his back, sat down with a bashful smile on his face. This general of martial arts had a fierce appearance, but his voice and personality were the complete opposite. Hsu Fengnian looked at General Ning, who was eating elegantly, and laughed out loud for no reason. Everyone around the bonfire looked at each other. Hsu Fengnian asked Ning Emei in a soft voice, "When fighting on the battlefield, some great generals and fierce men like to shout things like 'Give me your life, thief' or 'I'll take your dog's head'. General Ning, what should we do with your soft voice? I've been curious about this for some time now. "
Ning Emei's rough face reflected the light of the fire, so it was hard to tell if he was blushing. He scratched his head and laughed, "When I first became a colonel, I also wanted to learn from those brave and skillful seniors in the art of war and shout in front of the battlefield. Later on, I fought side by side with the Great General and was the vanguard general to break through the enemy lines. As soon as I shouted something, the Great General stopped me and scolded me harshly. He said if you want to use a halberd, then use a halberd. What nonsense are you talking about? Moreover, it was like a woman burping. The Great General scolded me and told me not to embarrass the Beiliang army. After that, I didn't dare to shout in front of the battlefield anymore. If you want to kill, then kill. Just kill. "
"I knew you would be scolded badly by Xu Xiao." Hsu Fengnian held his belly and laughed. His ragged appearance was no better than the beggar he had been three years ago. As he laughed, he swung the barbecued meat in his hand. Princess Jing 'an, who was not far away, looked a little absent-minded. Needless to say, King of Jing An, Zhao Heng, had always been high above the masses, spotless and sanctimonious. Even Heir Apparent, Zhao Xun, had always had a crafty style of not getting tired of eating good things and not getting tired of delicacies. From the large decorations in his room to the small jade pendant on his waist, all of them were treasures and had absolutely no fate with the word "tacky". Hsu Fengnian glanced at Princess Pei and then smiled at Li Chungang who was wolfing down the food, "Old Senior, how is General Ning's halberd skills? Can it be said to be at the point of perfection? "
Hearing this, Ning Emei immediately became restless. As expected, the sharp-tongued old man with the sheepskin fur coat spat out a piece of bone and laughed, "Point of perfection? That empty-handed Wang Mingyin who stole the halberd should have already transcended mortality and become a saint. Why is he only ranked eleventh in the world? You rascal, if you want This Old Man to teach this fellow halberd skills, just say it. Don't try to trick me. "
Hsu Fengnian smiled and said, "Old Senior, please do not hesitate to teach me."
The old God of Swords said impatiently, "We'll talk about it when you're in the mood."
Hsu Fengnian saw that Ning Emei, the big halberd, was only immersed in shock and surprise. He quietly stretched out his leg and kicked him. The latter's body trembled and he cupped his fists and said, "Ning Emei thanks the old God of Swords."
Old Man Li glared and said, "What old God of Swords? Did you recognize Đồng Thái as the new God of Swords? As long as I haven't fought with this junior, This Old Man is still the God of Swords of the Jianghu for the past hundred years. "
Ning Emei was terrified. How could he understand Li Chungang's temperament? He could only look at His Royal Highness for help. Hsu Fengnian waved his hand and signaled Ning Emei to leave first. Just as he was about to smooth things over, he inadvertently saw the little mud man holding a book and wiping her tears. Her slender shoulders trembled. He stretched his head and vaguely saw the title of the book. He laughed involuntarily. It was Wang Chudong's "The First Snow", but he did not know which volume she was at. Hsu Fengnian sat over and gently snatched the book. He glanced at it and looked at the pages. Jiang Ni was already at the end. She was probably feeling sad because of the line "May all lovers in the world be together". Without waiting for the little mud man to fly into a rage, he tactfully returned the book to her and teased, "It's all a fictional story. You can even cry after reading it? Countless infatuated men and women in the world have shed tens of thousands of catties of tears for this book. You're nothing more. "
Jiang Ni held the book "The First Snow" tightly with tears in her eyes. Choking with sobs, she scolded, "Do you think everyone has a heart of stone like you?"
Li Chungang joined in the fun and said, "This Old Man had time to take a few glances. The love in the book is still okay, but this Wang Dongxiang's poem is really good. It follows the sages of the past and has a deep understanding of the essence of poetry. However, there are a few pieces that are not up to standard. I don't know who he learned this bad habit from, but there are large sections that are copied from the three mysteries of Laozhuang and Yi. Especially some of the rare words peeled from the Buddhist scriptures. If This Old Man were to comment, he would be suffering from a Zen disease. However, after the Spring and Autumn War, hundreds of thousands of scholars fled Zen. Therefore, it can't be said that this Wang Dongxiang is not talented enough. He is just following the trend of the times. "
Suddenly, Hsu Fengnian and the old man tacitly stared at each other, making the people around them look at each other in dismay. These two fellows had strange smiles on their faces at the same time, but Li Chungang's smile had a hint of regret. Both of them sighed at the same time. Even Jiang Ni could not help but tidy up her emotions. She curiously muttered, "What happened to these two fellows?" Naturally, she did not know that the old God of Sword's nickname, Li Qingdan, came from a poem that was gifted to him by a lady from a noble family. That lady was no different from Wang Dongxiang. At that time, she was also a prodigy like a poet in the scholarly and literary world. However, the most brilliant poems in her life were all written for Li Chungang, whom she admired. Unfortunately, Li Chungang's heart was undistracted. He was deeply in love with the way of the sword. When he was young, he did not care about love at all. Many women were sad because of this and could not rest in peace until they died.
In this matter, how similar were Hsu Fengnian and Li Chungang?
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