The Middle Gate of a slightly larger mansion would not be opened often, especially for the Lu family, which had deep roots in the present age. Not every guest would open the Middle Gate. Not to mention the County Chief of Huting County, even the Governor of Yangzhou and other officials of the border might not have the qualification and honor to do so. The door could be said to be the face of a family. The Lu family was full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers. There were hundreds of officials, advisors, and servants. Although they had just sent the housekeeper, Lu Dongyang, to send away the group of people on the street, many people were secretly observing every move here. However, when the Beiliang's light cavalry opened the door, the Lu family did not send out any men of sacrifice. Only a middle-aged Confucian scholar with a Pure Yang Scarf on his head and cloth shoes on his feet walked out. He was dressed simply and shabbily. Behind him was a young servant with a delicate temperament. He held an ancient sword in a black sandalwood scabbard wrapped in the skin of a Southern Sea shark. Unlike other famous swords, this sword did not have the slightest chill when it was sheathed.
The middle-aged man looked at the housekeeper who had died in the courtyard and sighed softly. The door had been opened in an uproar. Lieutenant Yuan Meng and the Confucian scholar in the courtyard looked at each other.
The middle-aged man from the Lu family bowed slightly and said indifferently, "Today, the Lu family did not treat guests well. As the housekeeper, Lu Dongyang should be punished, but not to the point of death. A return of gifts needs to be returned. "
Yuan Meng knew what was good and was on guard. He held the Beiliang knife in his hand tightly. The murderous aura that was nurtured by battle formations was naturally different from the aura of Jianghu people.
After the Confucian scholar who was not holding a book but a sword by his side bowed, he faced the drowsy old man in a sheepskin coat in the carriage in the distance. This time, he bowed deeply and said, "I am Lu Baijie from Huting County. I received the ancient sword Ba Xiu when I was eleven and have been practicing swordsmanship for thirty-six years. I would like to learn from Senior Li."
When the old God of Swords heard the two words "Ba Xiu", he slowly opened his eyes and glanced at it. He nodded and said, "It is indeed Yang Yuzhang's sword. This Old Man was limited by his aptitude and his swordsmanship was mediocre, but his vision was not bad. When this Old Man fought with others, he would have a headache every time he saw this guy. However, Yang Yuzhang once said that he would not accept any disciples in this lifetime. How did you obtain the last sword from the Tangxi Sword Furnace? "
Lu Baijie, who introduced herself in front of Li Chungang and performed the etiquette of a junior, smiled and said, "It's probably because I was nicknamed Tangxi when I was young. I met my master by chance and was given the Ba Xiu Sword and half of the sword manual. For thirty-six years, he had not dared to slack off for even a single day. His master held the old senior in high esteem. He said that the Two-Sleeved Green Snake could dominate the Sword Forest for fifty years. Junior has been longing for this for a long time. Today, I have the courage to draw my sword partly because I am forced to do so by my status as a disciple of the Lu family, but mostly because I want to sharpen the inferior swordsmanship that I have cultivated behind closed doors for thirty-six years. If I lose, I implore Senior not to take your anger out on the Lu family. "
The old man with the sheepskin fur coat said impatiently, "Your tone is exactly the same as Yang Yuzhang's. Why don't you try? If you only have the craftsmanship of Yang Yuzhang's swordsmanship and not the ingenuity of his swordsmanship, then you are not worthy of This Old Man taking action. Who the f * ck wants to make things difficult for you Aristocratic Families? Do you have nothing better to do? Swatting flies with a bamboo pole in a latrine pit, you will be splashed with feces no matter what. This Old Man did not believe in heresy back then and suffered a great loss at the hands of Lame Xu … "
At this point, the old man immediately shut his mouth. Exposing one's shortcomings was not Li Chungang's usual style.
Lu Baijie smiled and stretched out two fingers to gently stroke the scabbard. The famed Ba Xiu Sword was half unsheathed.
At this moment, a familiar sound of footsteps came from behind. The woman called out, "Little Uncle." Lu Baijie, the youngest and most leisurely of the Lu Clan's Glittering Jewels Seven Jades in the Lake Pavilion, had a sorrowful expression on his face. His fingers swiped back and the Ba Xiu Ancient Sword that had appeared in the world immediately returned to its scabbard. Everyone only caught a glimpse of a bright azure edge. Lu Baijie was the youngest son of the previous Master of the Lu Clan, Lu Xuanhua. Compared to the current Master's eldest son, Lu Daolin, he was a full twenty years younger. Lu Baijie was born of a concubine. He was naturally intelligent, but he was indifferent to fame and fortune. He was not passionate about the Three Immortals of Confucianism and was obsessed with the way of the sword. Until now, he had not married, so naturally he did not have any children. He rarely showed his face in the Lu Clan. Among the influential members of the Lu Clan, Lu Baijie was the only one who was truly close to the widow. He, who did not have any children, largely regarded Xu Zhihu as half a daughter. If he had not secretly stifled the signs of many disasters, the Lu Clan would have long been in chaos. Not to mention others, the woman whose father was the Master of the Xu Clan had done too many dirty deeds. But he was apprehensive about her identity as his sister-in-law and felt the pain of losing a child. Otherwise, Lu Baijie would not have allowed such a scandal to happen in the Lu Clan.
After such a big event as the removal of the Center Gate, which was enough to shock Yangzhou, Xu Zhihu, no matter how much he was restrained in the Lu Clan, still received the news immediately. Only then did he confirm that his younger brother had arrived in Yangchun City. Other than him, who else could have done such a shocking thing? How could Xu Zhihu bear to blame him? However, the Lu Clan was still her home in name. It would not be good to make things too tense, especially when her father-in-law, Lu Xuanlang, was willing to do anything for the sake of his reputation. Which famous person would not cherish their reputation? She giggled at Lu Baijie and called out "Little Uncle" in a coquettish manner. In return, she received a helpless expression. Xu Zhihu did not exchange pleasantries with the few elders in the Lu Clan who were easy to talk to. She ran out of the main door. All the valiant light cavalry dismounted and knelt on one knee, respectfully saying, "Beiliang's Phoenix Battalion pays respect to Princess Chang." Xu Zhihu ignored them. Looking left and right, she did not see her younger brother's gentle smiling face that she had always dreamed of. She was immediately disappointed. The maidservant, Blue Bird, could already walk with difficulty, but her complexion was still unsightly. Just as she was about to kneel, Xu Zhihu, who revealed a frightened expression but quickly concealed it, stepped forward to support her. Biting her lips, she asked in a low voice, "Where is Fengnian?"
Blue Bird replied softly, "His Highness went to Jiangxin County. He said he would rush back to Yangchun City overnight."
Xu Zhihu stamped her foot. Her eyes were red as she muttered, "That idiot!"
She took a deep breath and said rather majestically, "Follow me into the Lu Clan Residence."
If Lu Baijie, who was of the same generation as Lu Daolin and Lu Xuanlang, did not stop her, who would dare to? Lu Baijie's illustrious identity as the son of a powerful family was there, but his other identity was even more intimidating. There was a special sword review that listed Lu Baijie of Huting County in Yangzhou. The review said that Lu Tangxi's swordsmanship was upright and vast. Although the name of the sword contained the word "tyrannical," it was fully deserving of being called the Sword of the King!
The Lu Clan Residence's courtyard was deep and was a typical Jiangnan garden style. The size of the courtyard was not as large as the other three clan residences. However, the Sincerity Garden, which had hosted six emperors, was the most famous. The lake and rockery in the garden were created by the chief stone-folding master. One mountain, one peak, exuding vitality. Every stone, every seam, was properly accounted for. It was praised by the late emperor as being unique in Jiangnan. It should be known that the gardens in Jiangnan were the best in the world. One could see the ingenuity of the Sincerity Garden. Xu Zhihu personally led the way. Along the way, he briefly and comprehensively explained the essence of the garden structure to Yu Youwei. Lu Baijie and the sword attendant were at the back. Coincidentally, Li Chungang, Jiang Ni, and Princess Jing An were at the back. Lu Baijie, who had not used her sword today, asked the old God of Swords about some doubts in the art of swordsmanship. The old man had some good karma with half of the younger generation, Yang Yuzhang, so he did not put on airs. Although Lu Baijie's character was a typical aristocratic family, in the end, she was like the sword. She was not old-fashioned and constrained. Lu Baijie only glanced at Princess Pei from the corner of her eyes and did not look at her again.
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