Xu Zhihu, who was idling in the pavilion, watched coldly from the side and laughed coldly. The reason why Yuan Honghu was so generous was because the scholar had borrowed her younger brother's influence. The scholar spoke with an authentic Gangnam-do accent and was clearly from a poor family in Yangzhou. Since the heir of Beiliang could lead him into the temple and sit at the banquet, the famous scholars of Yangzhou would not mind his lowly background and would personally make him famous. It was hard to say which of the two favors was more important. Xu Zhihu thought that for Yuan Jiangyan to be the leader of the Jiangzuo Scholars Group, her eyesight was not bad. Her ability to disgust people was quite good. Xu Zhihu, who was looking down from above, saw that the scholar did not show the slightest complacency after becoming famous. He stood up and looked around. There was a sense of desolation that did not match the situation. Xu Zhihu, who had experienced ups and downs in life, rarely misjudged men. His eyesight could be said to have reached the point of perfection. This was a bit strange. Scholars from poor families were like carps leaping over the dragon gate. There were those who cried tears of joy and those who went crazy. In his memory, this scholar named Chen Liangxi was acquainted with Xu Huipu and was good at drawing dragons and tigers. Today he met her younger brother by chance.
Xu Huipu's temperament was cold and arrogant, but in the end, she was a caged bird in a noble family. She was undisciplined in small matters, but without exception, she had no choice in big matters. Just like herself, when did she ever want to marry far away in Jiangnan? The beautiful maidservant, who had been teased by His Highness the Crown Prince over and over again, stared blankly at the scholar beside her. She was fascinated. Just now, the way he scolded the Eight Extremes was peerless. Even when he was competing with Yuan Honghu, a famous scholar who was second to none, he still did not have stage fright. Moreover, she had participated in countless conversations, so she was quite knowledgeable. The servant girls who could participate in the banquet were not simple. First, they had to come from a noble family. Second, they had to be beautiful, refined, and talented. For example, she was a servant girl who had been fortunate enough to enter the Yuan family since childhood. She was naturally intelligent and was taught poetry, literature, zither, and chess. Today, the servant girls who served wine were all wonderful people taught by the Yuan family.
When she saw Chen Liangxi stand up, she hurriedly handed him a wine cup. The latter smiled warmly, took the cup, and drained it in one gulp to quench his thirst. In her heart, she couldn't help but compare the handsome man in front of her with that debauchee. Hmph, that scoundrel and frivolous Young Master was so handsome for nothing. What a waste of his skin!
The poor scholar, Chen Liangxi, did not see that "Xu Dianxia". He felt somewhat regretful and wanted to express his heartfelt thanks. Since he couldn't find her, he didn't worry too much. He turned around and saw the little girl with a sallow face and felt pity for her. He asked the maidservant for some fruits and desserts and pulled the little beggar to sit down again. After the beautiful maidservant brought the lunch box, the little beggar didn't dare to eat, so he picked up the exquisite desserts and gave them to the child. The little beggar lowered her head and ate nervously, not knowing whether she remembered the taste or not. From time to time, he smiled and helped the little girl wipe the crumbs from the corner of her mouth. When the beautiful maidservant saw this scene, she was destined to be unable to imagine such a warm and affectionate scene in the past. Her heart softened. This young master was truly a good person.
Outside the pavilion, Hsu Fengnian could only promise that he wouldn't retreat. It was already difficult for him to take another step forward.
Cao Changqing, who never brought weapons to fight, was arrogant. Even if he was facing the former Jianghu legend, Li Chungang, he still went straight ahead, ignoring the old God of Swords' rising majestic sword will.
Before the old man with the sheepskin coat raised his arm, dozens of crisscrossing gullies appeared on the ground between them.
Sword Qi Rolling Dragon Wall!
Li Chungang once fought with the West Shu Sword Sage in the palace. When Li Chungang's sword Qi reached, the entire Dragon Wall, which had existed for hundreds of years, was shattered. Before that, Li Chungang said that West Shu had no swordsmen. He entered Shu alone and killed 16 swordsmen who blocked his way.
At that time, it was undoubtedly the peak of Li Chungang's swordsmanship. He was almost invincible.
Numerous ravines cracked apart, and it was a ghastly sight. Only when it reached Cao Zhangqing's body did it seem to be imperceptibly obstructed, and it was forcefully stopped.
Cao Changqing said calmly, "Senior, you are not only eighth. People only know that Sword God Li's two sleeves are unrivaled, but they don't know the power of the sword Qi to open the gate of heaven. "
The more the middle-aged Confucian walked, the thicker the gullies became.
The two were only ten steps apart.
The old man with the sheepskin coat had a leisurely expression, allowing Cao Guanzi to walk forward again and again. He only squinted his eyes and smiled, "Stop talking nonsense."
Cao Changqing smiled gently.
In the pavilion, Jiang Ni, who finally had the courage to stare at Cao Changqing, asked doubtfully, "Uncle Qizhao?"
Cao Zhangqing abruptly stopped and nodded heavily, all sorts of feelings welling up in his heart.
Jiang Ni's eyes suddenly turned red. He wanted to get up, but he subconsciously looked at His Royal Highness. Seeing that he was expressionless, he turned his head and looked carefully at Xu Zhihu. Cao Changqing saw this scene and felt extremely sad. Without the old God of Swords' sword Qi, the ground in front of the pavilion caved in. Jiang Ni saw Xu Zhihu smile and puckered his lips. He then got up and said timidly, "Uncle Qizhao, can you not do it?"
Layers of dust and dirt flew outwards like ripples. Cao Guanzi, who was in the middle, said softly, "Cao Zhangqing will listen to Princess's orders."
Even Xu Zhihu could not help but be dumbfounded. It really was the conclusion that Chen Liangxi of the Qushui Wang Ba had made. Unreasonable.
The old God of Swords snorted and finally retracted his sword Qi.
Cao Changqing walked up the steps, but did not enter the pavilion. He knelt down again.
This time, he knelt for the prosperous West Chu of the past.
Hsu Fengnian looked at the standing clay figurine and the kneeling Cao Guanzi with a complicated expression.
Were they leaving?
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