Xu Zhihu understood the fickleness of human nature, so he had Blue Bird send a few snacks and fruits to the pavilion, which were very good for relieving the heat. Hsu Fengnian sat down cross-legged, facing Jiang Ni who had returned to the pavilion. Hsu Fengnian raised his head and stared at the Princess Taiping whose chest was no longer peaceful. For some reason, he thought of the painting in the study room of the Beiliang Palace, the painting of the Spring Thunder Evil Flood Dragon. The flood dragon crouched on a large rock in the middle of the river, naturally spectacular. However, Hsu Fengnian was more concerned about the Furnace Goddess by the riverside, who was stealing glances but didn't say anything. She looked exactly the same as the woman in front of him. That painting was said to have come from the hands of a great practitioner from the previous dynasty, and it contained a prophecy. Prophecies could be divided into two types, good prophecies and bad prophecies. When Hsu Fengnian was young, he often studied it with his mother, but he couldn't see anything profound about it. He only felt that the evil flood dragon's aura was oppressive, and he reckoned that it probably wouldn't be able to escape the fate of the bad prophecy.
Hsu Fengnian picked up a piece of iced watermelon, and as he chewed, he asked, "Do you know who that Uncle Chess Zhao is?"
Jiang Ni hesitated for a moment, and then she sat down leaning against the vermilion pillar. She shook her head and said, "I only know that Uncle Chess Zhao's surname is Cao. Mother said that he's very talented."
When she said the word 'mother', her expression dimmed. She should have called her 'mother'.
Hsu Fengnian rolled his eyes and sneered, "He's not just very talented. The Old Sword God is ranked eighth in the Wushu Rankings, and Cao Changqing has already been the Tanhua Prince for two consecutive years. People in Jianghu call him Cao Wudi, Cao Guanzi. Now that you're rich and have the Old Sword God's favor, he's crying and begging to take you as his disciple. In addition, His Royal Highness Cao Guanzi is eagerly running over to be your Imperial Bodyguard. I'm puzzled. Normal people are like dogs when they ask for a master, but you're different. Experts are as worthless as cabbages by the roadside. No wonder Li Yishan said that you're blessed. I'm wondering if you can cause a natural phenomenon when you shake your body? Little mud man, why don't you shake it? "
Jiang Ni rarely touched her chopsticks during the banquet, so she couldn't help but feel hungry when she saw the Linlang desserts. However, she was too shy to reach out her hand. She was already in a bad mood when she was hungry, so when she heard His Highness the Crown Prince's teasing, she suddenly became angry and glared at him, "Shake your head!"
Xu Fengnian first pushed the plate filled with various desserts towards Jiang Ni, then said coldly, "Let me tell you something serious. Practicing martial arts is like practicing Taoism. You can't escape from the five words, root, technique, companions, wealth, and location. The root is the bone structure, it's the most important. However, I believe that no matter how bad your talent is, it shouldn't be too bad. Next was the Dharma, which was the Dharma Gate. Entering the Dao without a gate was like pouring water on a stubborn stone. One's life was less than a hundred years. With a famous teacher leading the way, you'll be able to achieve twice the result with half the effort. In this regard, you're even luckier than I am. I was only able to survive in the Common Reed Marsh because I obtained Wudang's Great Yellow Courtyard. You have Cao Changqing and Li Chungang, two great masters who only appear once every hundred years, teaching you wholeheartedly. .......... In the Lu Mansion. I can't easily ask the Old Sword God for advice. If I enter the Beiliang Army, I may not be able to concentrate on practicing martial arts. You are different. You have Cao Changqing to protect you. Even if he wants to use your Taiping Princess name to revive the country, you can still live without worries. If you lose, you will just run away from Jianghu. If you win, you may become the second female Emperor in a hundred years. At that time, even if you can't practice martial arts, killing me will be as easy as snapping your fingers. Only an idiot wouldn't do this kind of business without any capital. "
Jiang Ni put a piece of soft fat into her mouth. Her cheeks bulged and her dimples appeared. She said indistinctly, "You are exaggerating. You just want me to leave. I am not stupid. Uncle Qi Zhao is amazing. But how difficult is it to revive the country? The King of Beiliang has 300,000 Beiliang cavalry and he still doesn't dare to be Emperor. So what if Uncle Qi Zhao is the third most powerful expert in the world? Can he defeat 300,000 people? If I leave, I won't be able to kill you for the rest of my life. Do you think I will let you succeed? "
Hsu Fengnian said with a smile, "Oh, you are not really stupid."
Jiang Ni swallowed the snack and picked up a bowl of crystal sugar lotus seed lily. After eating it, she felt refreshed. Hsu Fengnian crossed his arms and put his knees on the Spring Thunder Embroidered Winter Saber. He said with a smile, "Then you can kill me if you stay by my side? Count with your fingers how many beauties we've met along the way. I have Big Sister Yu and Auntie Shu by my side now. They're so aggressive here. Look at yourself. "
Hsu Fengnian loosened his ten fingers and made a cupping gesture in front of his chest.
Jiang Ni was angry. She used her sleeve to wipe her mouth. She raised her eyebrows and said angrily, "Burden!"
"Eh? You can taste the sour taste of lotus seed lily in your mouth? "
Hsu Fengnian rolled his eyes and continued, "Okay, let's not talk about this. Let's talk about her appearance and figure. Princess Jing'an Pei Nanwei is not beautiful? She is a great beauty on the rouge scale! She doesn't even accept money for her studies. She can even play chess with me to relieve my boredom. You have nothing to do with this. "
Jiang Ni turned a deaf ear. She was smart enough not to bicker with His Royal Highness. She just wolfed down the food. Hsu Fengnian turned his head to look at the lake. There were dozens of koi fish swimming near the pavilion. Although it couldn't compare to Beiliang Palace, it was better than nothing. He snatched some screw cakes from the tiger's mouth and threw them into the lake.
The little clay figurine could be indifferent to the masters on the rankings, but he couldn't. Those he had met before, whether it was Old Huang with the box on his back or the white-haired Old Man, Li Chungang, or Wang Zhonglou, were not enemies he had to face directly. He didn't have a deep impression of them. It wasn't until he met the eleventh prince, Wang Mingyin, outside of Xiangfan City, and Cao Guanzi, who was now only on the line between friend and foe, that he realized the terror of these top figures. At that time, Wang Mingyin had forcefully resisted the two-sleeved green snake and rushed forward with murderous intent. Cao Changqing, who looked cultured and refined, was also full of murderous intent. If he had a choice, Hsu Fengnian would rather sit at the same table as King of Jing'an and Zhao Heng.
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