She came from a great clan of the dynasty, but she had a very grassy aura about her. She would often wander the jianghu with her servants. Most of the members of the Xuanyuan family had strange names, and she was no exception. The woman's name was Qingfeng. Almost all the women of the Xuanyuan family were beautiful, and each had their own merits. They did not follow the same rigid pattern. Every time a child was born in the Jian province, there would be a custom of drawing lots. Xuanyuan Qingfeng did not pick the rouge and powder, but a small jade sword instead. She was worthy of the name her family gave her.
Two young men stood beside Xuanyuan Qingfeng. The one on the left was a handsome woman with red lips and a graceful figure. He stood with his hands behind his back, making him stand out from the crowd.
The one on the right of Xuanyuan Qingfeng had a broad forehead, a broad face, a strong body, and a bear's waist. Interestingly, he had a baby's face, which made him even more unforgettable. His eyes, in particular, shone brightly. With Zhao Xituan's insight as both an inner alchemist and a Qi Practitioner, he could tell with a single glance that this child's inner force was extraordinary. If he had the opportunity, he would be able to step into the first rank that martial practitioners of the jianghu could only dream of.
This child wore a heavy saber in the style of a hundred swords. It gave off a sharp and unyielding aura. Zhao Xituan frowned. What a powerful killing aura. Could it be that he had developed his saber technique from killing? Let alone outsiders, even most of the people on Mount Longhu could not recognise the Grand Heavenly Master Zhao Xituan. This was especially true for the past twenty years, as this old Taoist who looked the least like a Heavenly Master of the Zhao family had never interacted with Xuanyuan Cong. Naturally, Xuanyuan Qingfeng would not recognise him. The bamboo raft and the ship brushed past each other on the stream. Xuanyuan Qingfeng was as arrogant as the men in his family. He ignored the sloppy old Taoist and the skinny youth. The young, elegant Confucian kept looking at the top of Yunjin Peak. He was full of poetry, as if he was going to write a hundred poems if he opened his mouth. Only the young man with the saber narrowed his eyes and looked at the master and disciple pair. The corner of his mouth curled up. Zhao Xituan, who was holding the pole, grinned in response.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng glanced at the Song Clan's young phoenix beside him, a little dazed. This person was undoubtedly outstanding. His grandfather, Song Guanhai, could be said to be well-versed in Zen theory, good at appraising and storing, good at poetry, good at calligraphy, and good at ink painting. There was nothing he didn't know. When he was young, he spent a lot of money to study and find a master. Any one of Song Guanhai's master was a famous person. He learned from the Great Spiritual Master of the Northern Lands, Yang Jian. His master was Huang Juwang. Song Guanhai studied hard and was knowledgeable.
After the unification of the Spring and Autumn Period, he was ordered to compile the Complete Book of Nine Pavilions. The book was vast and complicated, with 200 volumes. It took 15 years. The Emperor was very pleased and granted Song Guanhai the right to ride a horse in the Imperial College. Originally, it was expected that Song Guanhai would be transferred to the Minister of Rites. Unexpectedly, he was replaced by the former Right Chancellor of the Imperial College. Song Guanhai was transferred to the more noble Imperial College.
As the older generation of literary giants gradually withered away, Song Guanhai became the undisputed leader of the literary world. In recent years, he began to do 15 reviews. On the fifteenth of every month, he would review the scholars of the world. It was very popular for a time. Once Song Guanhai personally reviewed the questions, the scholars' value would increase by a hundred times. All the scholars who reviewed the books regarded Song Guanhai as their teacher.
His grandfather was already so noble, but his father, Song Zhiqiu, had the tendency to surpass his father. His calligraphy was known as the divine work of calligraphy. Taking the Imperial College as an example, half of the students wrote in the "Song style". Song Guanhai's greatest work was to compare the calligraphy of the North and South sects of Zen. Although it was suspected that he was blindly raising the status of the Academy's painting, he gained a lot of popularity among the northern scholars. Song Zhiqiu took the lead in defining the realm of calligraphy with the rhyme, meaning and spirit. He said, "The rhyme of the word Shu is the middle grade. The meaning of the word Yue is the top grade. The meaning of the word Chu is the first grade. And our dynasty values the spirit, so it is the divine work. "When this was said, the Song family naturally made the Emperor, who often copied the Song style in private, happy again. He promoted Song Zhiqiu to the Ministry of Rites as the Right Assistant Minister and gave him the title of Scholar.
People couldn't help but think that if Song Guanhai could live for another twenty years, when Huan Wen gave up the position of Left Chancellor, wouldn't the two Chancellors of the Imperial College be in the pockets of the father and son of the Song family?
The Song family had established themselves as a wealthy family in just two generations. With such a grandfather and father, how could this young phoenix of the Song family beside Xuanyuan Qingfeng be a mediocre person?
Xuanyuan Qingfeng couldn't help but glance to the other side. If the young phoenix, Song Keli, was the son of a first-class family, then the man of the same age with the blade was the other extreme. He was born poor in the marketplace, and by chance, he became a bandit. He unintentionally obtained half of a blade manual and self-taught himself. He had fought countless battles with his life hanging by a thread, but he managed to carve out a future for himself. Later, he was chosen by a blade grandmaster and was accepted as his last disciple. However, his sect was destroyed soon after. He endured the humiliation and went into seclusion for three years, killing a second rank with his third-rank strength and killing sixty-two people from his enemy's clan. He obtained a secret manual, and his realm increased greatly, and his blade technique was close to perfection. Last year, this person came to Mount Hui and stood in the snow for a day and a night to learn superior blade techniques. His family didn't allow him to, but he was allowed to stay on the mountain. He then practiced the blade alone at the Six-Layered Waterfall. His character was extremely cold and tenacious.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng couldn't say whether he was angry or happy about this person who was called "ambitious" by the Great Ancestor, but he couldn't bring himself to dislike him. He came to Mount Longhu this time to sightsee and relax, and also to catch a few rare spiritual beasts that were unique to Mount Longhu. With him around, he could save a lot of effort.
It was summer. Although Mount Longhu was cool and refreshing, the pampered Xuanyuan Qingfeng still returned to the ship. Frogs in the well couldn't talk about the sea, and summer insects couldn't talk about the ice? The House of Bell and Cauldron Food was not like this. Just like the Northern Liang Prince's Mansion had a large lake where one could listen to the tide, this ship had four large barrels. They were filled with ice that was stored during the winter and would be taken out during the summer.
The room was as cool as autumn. After Xuanyuan Qingfeng sat down, he looked at the elegant Song Keli and smiled. "Young Master Song, you've escorted your master's coffin several thousand miles south. This is a good deed."
Song Keli shook his head. "That's how it should be."
The young man with the saber, who was sitting with his eyes closed, raised the corner of his mouth slightly. There was a hint of mockery in it.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng was born with a cold temperament. Even when he got along with Song Keli, he didn't try to curry favor with him. He stopped the pleasantries and looked out the window at the beautiful scenery. For some reason, he thought of a pair of bastards from a few years ago. He frowned slightly. He had long forgotten about those two bastards. It was just that he met Song Keli, the son of an aristocratic family. Now, he realized that one of the two bastards was even more beautiful than Song Keli. Two or three years ago, when he was traveling in Mianzhou, he met two shabbily dressed lechers at the lantern market. One of them was good-looking, but very perverted. The other was unremarkable. Xuanyuan Qingfeng only vaguely remembered that he had a funny wooden sword. They met on a narrow road in the Mianzhou lantern market. The beggar who looked like a human and dog blocked the road and refused to let her pass. His smile was very repulsive, and his eyes were fixed on her chest. They started a verbal argument. She didn't expect the one with the wooden sword to be a madman. He called a dog by the roadside "Dad" several times, then turned around and called her "Mom"!
There was also an old man who was watching the fun. He was missing his front teeth, so when he opened his mouth, his smile was very frivolous. Xuanyuan Qingfeng had never suffered such humiliation before. He immediately ordered his servants to chase after them and beat them up several streets. His original intention was to break six of the dog's legs to vent his anger. However, he didn't expect the two bastards to be carried away by the old man with the missing front teeth.
The most damnable thing was that before he disappeared, he shouted, "Little girl, remember that my surname is Xu. Just you wait, next time you see me, give me a rabbit sucking brush!"
Xuanyuan Qingfeng gritted his teeth and thought, "Xu, don't let me meet you in Jianzhou!"
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