Why was it that even though they were both the top experts in Jianghu, the difference between them was so great? The old man Li Chungang liked to pick his ears and buckle his feet when he had nothing to do. Cao Changqing, on the other hand, fit the image of a peerless expert in Jianghu. His body was tall and slender, and his divine aura was restrained. Even when he knelt down, it was soul-stirring. Even though he was an old man with white hair, if one looked carefully, he still had the mellow taste of old wine. It was believed that those middle-aged women with rich experience would be subdued by Cao Changqing's scholarly demeanor.
Hsu Fengnian stood at the bottom of the steps and quietly watched. Counting with his fingers, he had already seen three of the top ten experts. However, the farmer Wang Mingyin had already been killed by a hand blade. Who could have predicted such an ending? Hsu Fengnian saw Jiang Ni foolishly looking at Cao Guanzi, as if he didn't know what to do. He wanted to say something but didn't. He found it funny. This idiot, how could he think of taking advantage of the situation? If it was someone else who was slightly smarter and had the support of a great Bodhisattva like Cao Guanzi, wouldn't he become arrogant? Who cares if he was a Beiliang or His Royal Highness? He would be pinched half to death by the world's number three Cao Changqing with two fingers. At the very least, he would be beaten into a pig's head to vent his anger. Hsu Fengnian smiled and shook his head towards Xu Zhihu, who was standing behind Jiang Ni. He quietly signaled her not to make any moves. In front of Cao Changqing, it was best not to add feet to a snake. Even if the old God of Swords was willing to use all his strength to stop him, it would be easy for Cao Changqing to injure anyone. In the world, the only person who could make this green clothed official bow his head was the stupid girl that he had bullied for many years.
His Royal Highness was unconvinced and sullen. In the hundred years of Jianghu, there were millions of martial artists. How many Cao Changqing were there? For some reason, Jiang Ni saw the corner of Hsu Fengnian's mouth curl up and instinctively glared at him. Her glare was just a small habitual action without any lethality. However, today was different from the past. With Cao Guanzi present, even though his back was facing His Royal Highness, Hsu Fengnian immediately felt a strong murderous intent. Cao Changqing slowly turned his head and said, "Your Highness, Cao Changqing? As long as you nod, Cao Changqing. As long as I can do it, I will not refuse. "
As long as I can? Even the two emperors of the Liyang Dynasty could not sleep well because of this old minister. Was there anything that Cao Changqing could not do? Generally speaking, Jiang Ni was only a small vase that Xu Rentu had brought back to the Beiliang Palace. It did not have any real meaning. In the Eight Kingdoms of the Spring and Autumn Period, there were hundreds of imperial sons and grandsons, empresses and concubines. If they fell into the hands of the King of Yan and King of Guangling, the beautiful women would at most be reduced to concubines and maids. The mediocre women would mostly be used as prostitutes for officials. As for the princes, there was no lack of them being killed by ten of them at once. They would become the theme of the celebration banquet. Keeping these former nobles alive, if it was said that they harbored a disloyal heart and conspired against the emperor, they would be laughed at.
Since that was the case, it was fine to give away a princess of West Chu. Moreover, they could befriend one of the top three in the world, Cao Guanzi. Why not?
The old God of Swords, who had been revealed by Cao Changqing that he had other skills besides the Two-Sleeved Green Snake, paid no attention to this matter. The old man followed the agreement. As long as he could ensure that His Royal Highness did not die, then he wanted the little mud man to learn swordsmanship from him. As for other nonsensical matters, he did not worry about them. Moreover, Li Chungang, who had lived for more than eighty years, knew very well that as long as the little mud man stayed by His Royal Highness' side, there was an eighty to ninety percent chance that he would learn swordsmanship. It was better to sever this ill-fated relationship earlier. Where in the world could he not go? The old God of Swords glanced at His Royal Highness with schadenfreude. He wanted to see how this kid would respond. After the reeds, he was probably afraid that the elusive assassin would take his head. He gritted his teeth and carried the Two-Sleeved Green Snake every now and then. This kind of perseverance and ruthlessness was not at all like His Royal Highness, who was destined to be the King of Beiliang.
Hsu Fengnian smiled mischievously and said, "No, she's mine."
Jiang Ni said angrily, "Who's yours!"
Cao Zhangqing was as calm as a dried-up well. Perhaps he was rejoicing that this time, he had traveled far and wide only to find what he was looking for without any effort. His mood was not affected by the Crown Prince's arrogant words. He smiled and said, "It's fine. After a while, Your Highness will change your mind."
Hsu Fengnian still had a sloppy attitude. He smiled and said, "I can't guarantee anything else, but this matter is really non-negotiable."
Cao Changqing glanced at His Royal Highness and said with a playful smile, "Your Royal Highness, don't hold the blades with both hands. Wipe your sweat. Otherwise, the sword-drawing technique you learned from Dongyue's imperial family will be greatly reduced."
The thick-skinned Hsu Fengnian laughed. As expected, he released his hands from the Spring Thunder Embroidered Winter Blades and wiped them on his sleeves. Xu Zhihu, who sat down in the pavilion again, smiled and the haze in her heart dissipated a little. She did not know Cao Changqing, but Cao Guanzi had vaguely heard about him from some wanderers and officials. Naturally, she did not know that the green-robed Confucian who could make Li Chungang's sword Qi roll off the dragon wall was that famous master. However, Xu Zhihu had sharp eyes and dared to ignore the old God of Swords and the power of Beiliang. How could she relax? She was worried about her brother's safety. She looked at Jiang Ni. Femme fatale, it was true. The pity she had for this fallen princess was swept away the moment Cao Zhangqing appeared. Cold temperament? Xu Zhihu, who was most willing to tarnish her reputation, would never deny it.
Cao Guanzi did not speak, Hsu Fengnian did not speak, and Jiang Ni did not speak. For a moment, the atmosphere in the pavilion was heavy.
It was Xu Zhihu who came out to smooth things over. She smiled and asked, "Jiang Ni, do you want to drink tea together?"
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