Song Keli stood at the bow of the ship and slowly sailed towards the She River. He didn't forget to wave at Xuanyuan Qingfeng who was on the shore. After going up the mountain, Song Keli's bearing was impeccable. Not to mention talking about Buddhism and Taoism with Xuanyuan Jingxuan, he was also neither servile nor overbearing when exchanging martial arts experiences with Xuanyuan Jingxuan. In fact, the truth was that Xuanyuan Qingfeng didn't need to make any arrangements. He would go to Mount Hui to visit Xuanyuan Jingcheng. Putting aside whether this person was hiding something, just his meticulous planning in politics was enough to impress his grandfather. Song Keli's deceased teacher greatly praised him. Song Keli went south to Jianzhou to escort the coffin as a disciple, but more importantly, he wanted to test Xuanyuan Jingcheng's ability. If he was truly talented, the Song family wouldn't mind promoting a scholar from a common family to help him consolidate his position in the family. If he was only an armchair strategist, Song Keli could also turn to Xuanyuan Jingxuan. After all, this power had been rooted in Jianzhou for hundreds of years and could help him do many things that scholars couldn't do.
Before going down the mountain, Xuanyuan Jingcheng smiled faintly and said, "When the scholar and the butcher become neighbors, let the scholar use his mouth. When fighting, the butcher will use his hands. There's no harm in helping each other. "
Although this reassurance was not small, it was still not enough for Song Keli to make up his mind to marry Xuanyuan Jingcheng. Marriage between a noble family and a commoner family was a big taboo in the scholarly community, second only to the loss of descendants. The ship sailed into the She River and the view was broad. Song Keli had the impulse to sing a song about the heroism of the great river. Deep down, the young phoenix of the Song family was not very courteous. The ghosts of Xiang Fan cried, the monkeys of Shu Dao cried, and the waves of the river were vast and boundless. He wanted to write a poem to express his feelings. Unfortunately, Song Keli's family had learned a lot and he was not inferior to a famous scholar. However, during the journey, Song Keli would send out beautiful poems into the scholarly community every once in a while. The unknown inside story was that many of these poems were written by his father or even his grandfather. How difficult was it for a scholar to become famous? Hoping to write a poem that would shock the world? It was almost impossible. Without the support of the seniors in the literary world, and without the support of the students, no matter how well it was written, it could only be described as "passable". Nowadays, the famous works were not famous when they were first published. It was only after hundreds of years of being passed down through generations and generations that they were gradually recognized by the giants in the literary world. Song Keli could not be more familiar with this.
How many Wang Dongxiang were there in the world? What's more, "The First Snow" was a voluminous half a million words long.
While Song Keli was having mixed feelings, he saw a tall ship coming towards him. A handsome young man with a sword was standing at the bow of the ship. Beside him was a maid in green and a one-armed old man wearing a sheepskin coat. Song Keli didn't pay much attention to them and just thought that they were ordinary pilgrims visiting Longhu.
. Song Keli stayed in Mount Hui because he wanted to wait for the Beiliang Crown Prince. Unfortunately, he still had things to do under his father's orders. He couldn't wait any longer.
The two Tiger Kui that finally didn't have to stay in the carriage played coquettishly at Hsu Fengnian's feet. Hsu Fengnian pointed at the bluestone roof of Mount Hui and asked, "Bull's' Gang?"
The old God of Swords nodded.
Hsu Fengnian squinted his eyes and rubbed the handle of his Spring Thunder. Unexpectedly, the operation to capture Xuanyuan Yuan Tingshan some time ago had ended in failure. According to Wei Shuyang's detailed description, this macheteman's martial prowess couldn't be considered world-shocking. There was still a large gap between him and the outstanding talents of the younger generation, Qi Xianxia and Wu Liuding. However, his intelligence and luck were excellent, so His Highness the Heir of the Crown wasn't angry. Even though Prince Jingan, Zhao Heng, had suffered a double loss at the reed marsh, how could he not be able to kill Yuan Tingshan? Then there was Yuan Meng's visit to the Hezhou Provincial Governor with Beiliang's military edict. It was a fact that the Xuanyuan Family banned people by force. However, the old man ignored it. Looking at his attitude, he didn't even care about Chu Lushan, who had already caused chaos in Xiangfan City. Hsu Fengnian muttered to himself, "What a tough guy."
The old God of Swords used his finger to pick a vegetable leaf between his teeth. He grinned and said, "There are as many scholars as there are fish in the river. It's normal to have a few who aren't afraid of death."
Hsu Fengnian didn't comment on this.
The boat turned to the foot of Mount Hui. Hsu Fengnian was in a hurry to go to Mount Longhu, so he didn't want to cause trouble for Xuanyuan. He just chatted with the old God of Swords.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng stood at the foot of the mountain for a long time. When she was finally about to turn around and go up the mountain, her delicate eyes suddenly widened. She jogged a few steps and saw the guy standing at the bow of the boat. She was furious. This bastard! She would recognize him even if he was reduced to ashes, let alone changed into luxurious clothes! It was this bastard who claimed to be surnamed Xu. He and a wanderer with a wooden sword had humiliated her in every possible way in Wu Zhou's lantern market. Xuanyuan Qingfeng looked carefully and sneered. Don't think that you can pretend to be a noble just because you swindled a few taels of silver! Without needing Xuanyuan Qingfeng to say anything, Hsu Fengnian, who had been pointing at the scenery of Mount Hui, also saw this woman. He had searched high and low for her, but to no avail. He laughed and steered the boat closer to Mount Hui. He leaned on the railing and looked at Xuanyuan Qingfeng who was less than ten zhang away. He deliberately mispronounced a word and shouted, "Guliang!"
Xuanyuan Qingfeng didn't care about ladylike etiquette and angrily said, "Surnamed Xu!"
What a heartwarming reunion.
Hsu Fengnian clicked his tongue and said, "Since we parted at the lantern market, how did Guliang gain weight?"
Xuanyuan Qingfeng gritted her teeth and sneered, "If you have the ability, come to Mount Hui as a guest. Xuanyuan Qingfeng will definitely be a good host!"
Hsu Fengnian rested his chin on his hand and said with a smile, "You miss me so much?"
There was a Xuanyuan ship at the foot of the mountain. Xuanyuan Qingfeng ran onto the ship and tried to catch up.
One ship wasn't in a hurry to escape, while the other chased relentlessly. Soon, the two ships were only fifty zhang apart.
Xu Fengnian slowly walked to the stern of the ship and suddenly sped up. He leaped onto the railing and shot towards Xuanyuan Qingfeng like an arrow. Under her dumbfounded gaze, Xu Fengnian stood on the railing of the ship she was on and looked down at this arrogant woman from the Xuanyuan family.
Hsu Fengnian glanced at the restless Xuanyuan retainers.
Just as he was about to speak, something strange happened on the surface of the river.
A sloppy old Daoist came over on a raft. The skinny young man on the bamboo raft pursed his lips and gently breathed in and out. One end of the bamboo raft suddenly pierced into the river while the other end was raised high. He used the momentum to bounce onto the ship and spread his legs like a wild horse. Then, with a kick, he actually caused the entire ship to sink. 'This strength?' The young man instantly jumped high and crashed onto the bow of the ship where Xuanyuan Qingfeng was standing. The ship shook violently again. Other than the old God of Swords, Li Chungang, all the passengers on the two ships were slightly agape. 'Not to mention this Qinggong, but the strength to cause the ship to sink several feet?'
After the ordinary-looking skinny young man landed on the ground, he turned around and hugged His Royal Highness's legs tightly. He cried out at the top of his lungs, "Brother!"
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