News of the sudden death of twenty riders near Zhizhang City in He Province had already spread throughout Mount Hui, and there was no news of their leader, Yuan Tingshan. For a time, all kinds of rumors and slanders were flying around. Some said that Zhao Yi, the Prince of Guangling, had mobilized his armored cavalry to steal a woman. Others said that Yuan Tingshan, who was destined to be a lone star, had brought disaster upon himself and had been targeted by Zhao Gou, implicating the cavalry team that the clan had spent a great deal of money to train. Others said that the young male and female of the Murong clan were not ordinary people and had the protection of immortals. All kinds of rumors were said, and all kinds of sneaky. Because the old family head had been in closed-door training for many years, and Xuanyuan Guoqi, who was in charge of Mount Hui, was having a sword competition with someone at the Dongyue Sword Pool, the Xuanyuan Mansion on Bull Mound was without a leader. In addition, there were many factions within the clan to begin with, and the eldest branch and the other branches appeared united in appearance, but were divided at heart, so there was no one who could suppress the growing clamor.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng was from the eldest branch of the main branch, which was the main branch of the Xuanyuan clan. Unfortunately, no matter how much effort the ancestors put in to nurture her father, Xuanyuan Jingcheng, he was not of much use. What could they do if they couldn't be helped? A large clan also had its advantages. Xuanyuan Qingfeng had two uncles, Xuanyuan Jingcheng and Xuanyuan Jingxuan. One was calm and steady, while the other was determined to make progress. The latter's talent in martial arts was particularly astonishing, and he was only a thin layer of paper away from the realm of grandmasters. It felt like he would break through with a single poke if he dipped his finger in saliva. Therefore, in Xuanyuan Jingxuan's line, the mother's status depended on the son's, and the son's glory depended on the father's, so they were domineering in Mount Hui. However, in the entire Mount Hui, the man that Xuanyuan Qingfeng least wanted to see was her biological father, the man who only knew how to nod his head and say yes.
In an ordinary landowning household, the behavior of the eldest grandson of the main branch might be barely enough to maintain the image of a gentle and well-mannered man. However, this was Bull Mound, and the Xuanyuan clan was a martial arts clan that stood on equal footing with the Wu clan and the Liu clan of Western Shu. So what if he was well-read? Could he compare to a pair of fists that could destroy mountains and shake cities? Everyone on the mountain knew that not only did Xuanyuan Jingcheng grant his only daughter's request, he was also extremely fearful of his wife, and never had the slightest thought of taking in a concubine. Although the Xuanyuan clan was so domineering that anyone who wanted to come up the mountain had to change their surname to Xuanyuan, and there was no lack of martial arts heroes who married into the Xuanyuan clan, but the dignified eldest son of the main branch did not have a single heir to carry on the family name. Even if Xuanyuan Qingfeng succeeded in getting a talent to marry into the family in the future, the main branch of the main branch would never be able to lift their heads up high. In these years, there was discord and discord, and many people changed their allegiance to the other two branches that were flourishing with each passing day. Xuanyuan Jingcheng completely became a loner, and everyone even knew that the wife who gave birth to the eldest grandson of the main branch of the main branch still loved someone else to this day. At the beginning of their marriage, she made a defiant promise with Xuanyuan Jingcheng that she would only have one child, and whether it was a son or a daughter would be left to fate. After Xuanyuan Qingfeng was born, Xuanyuan Jingcheng really kept his promise. When Xuanyuan Qingfeng was young, she still ignored her mother's gloomy expression that could never be resolved. She felt that her father, who never lost his temper, did not do anything wrong. As she grew older, she finally understood how fatal her father's indifference was in the Xuanyuan clan, who had worshipped martial arts for hundreds of years. The older she grew and the more she was exposed to the ways of the world, the more Xuanyuan Qingfeng wanted to stay as far away from this mediocre man as possible.
When Xuanyuan Qingfeng saw Song Keli off Mount Hui, she naturally felt guilty towards this young phoenix of the Song family. The Song family was a first-class noble family in the dynasty. Moreover, the Song family had only one son in three generations. Song Keli's importance was self-evident. Interacting with Xuanyuan Qingfeng was already degrading his status. The Xuanyuan clan could do whatever they wanted in Jianghu, but this was not worth mentioning to the important officials of the imperial court. After Xuanyuan Qingfeng met Song Keli, who was escorting the coffin to the south, she used many tricks to get to know him. With Song Keli's eyesight, he should have seen through it long ago. However, he still didn't mind Xuanyuan Qingfeng using him, or rather, using the Song family to show off within the Xuanyuan clan. Not only did he come to Mount Hui, but he also seemed to have a pleasant conversation with Xuanyuan Jingcheng at the Bull Hill, giving Xuanyuan Qingfeng a lot of face. Even though Xuanyuan Qingfeng didn't have a good impression of scholars, she still felt some inexplicable feelings towards Song Keli. She didn't know whether it was out of gratitude or admiration.
That Yuan Tingshan who was so conceited that he didn't even try to hide his wild ambitions?
Xuanyuan Qingfeng asked himself, "Would I feel regret if he really died?" Walking down the mountain on the limestone path, Xuanyuan Qingfeng glanced at the Six Fold Sisters Waterfall. Song Keli smiled and said, "I learned some physiognomy from my father. It's not easy for Yuan Tingshan to die. His fate is very bad, but he's very tough. "
Xuanyuan Qingfeng was a bit frightened and was about to explain. Song Keli said gently, "Miss Xuanyuan, you're overthinking."
Xuanyuan Qingfeng didn't say anything else. He was afraid that he would add fuel to the fire. The two walked silently on the path. When they reached the foot of the mountain, they saw a boat. Song Keli suddenly stopped and hesitated for a moment. In the end, he said, "Mr. Shou Zhuo is very knowledgeable and has analyzed the three doctrines in simple terms. I've been talking with Mr. Shou Zhuo through candlelight for the past few days and have learned a lot. Mr. Shou Zhuo said that learning from reading scriptures is like looking at plum blossoms and drawing pancakes. His words enlightened me. In the past, I remembered my family's teachings to be humble and respectful in all matters and not to be overbearing. However, in the end, I didn't understand why I had to be humble. In the eyes of a wise person, my childish words and actions would only make me a laughing stock. Miss Xuanyuan, please forgive me for speaking bluntly, but Mr. Shou Zhuo is definitely not a mediocre person. "
Xuanyuan Qingfeng smiled and didn't think much of it. He only joked, "Did my father ask you to be a lobbyist? How many books did he give you? "
Song Keli was stunned and murmured, "A father knows his daughter best. Everything is within Mr. Shou Zhuo's expectations."
While Xuanyuan Qingfeng was puzzled, Song Keli turned around and bowed to Bull Gang. He said happily, "I admire you."
Looking at Song Keli's back as he boarded the boat, Xuanyuan Qingfeng was confused.
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