His Royal Highness and his entourage made a slight turn on their way back and arrived at Guangling River.
It was the 18th day of the eighth lunar month, the tide was rising. Tourists came from all over the world, it was an unprecedented grand occasion. After the Spring and Autumn Period was settled, there was no longer the separation of national boundaries. Scholars carrying books to study and wanderers carrying swords to explore the world became more and more unimpeded. At the same time, exploring secluded places and admiring the scenery also became more and more popular. The Guangling tide, Emei's golden Buddhist light, and Wudang's golden Buddhist light were known as the Three Wonders of the Age. Great Yanji was the best place to watch the tidal wave. Today, there was even a Guangling Navy inspection. King Zhao Yi would personally come to watch. Guangling's rich and powerful officials and dignitaries all brought their families to watch the tidal wave. Compared to the commoners of the common people, although the former were fewer in number, they naturally occupied seventy to eighty percent of the best viewing spots. They set up a few tables and couches, filled them with good wine, delicious food and fruits. They also invited the famous scholars who had been on good terms with them for generations to chat and laugh together.
When the tide gushed into Trumpet Bay, there would be a boat that belonged to the Guangling Navy leading the tide into the bay. Both sides of the bay stretched for ten miles, and were filled with luxurious carriages and horses. On the Great Yan Ji Reviewing Platform, the Prince of Guangling, Zhao Yi, gave an order. Then, small boats could be vaguely seen approaching the head of the tide. The beating of the drums shook the heavens, and the tide and the beating of the drums grew and multiplied together. The people could see a white line moving from east to west on the misty surface of the river. The white rainbow stretched across the river, and the head of the tide also gradually increased in height. When it reached the vicinity of the Great Yan Ji, it could reach up to forty feet high, covering the sky and the earth.
His Royal Highness came a little late. The suitable viewing spots on the riverbank were already filled with tents or tables. When he heard the deafening cheers, he could already guess that the boat was approaching. He had to abandon the carriage and let Shu Xiu and Yang Qingfeng stay behind to watch. However, before they left, His Royal Highness smiled and reminded the two retainers that they might as well sit on the roof of the carriage to watch the scenery. Qing Niao was carrying a small jar in her hand and the Scarlet Cloud Sword that was left behind by Lv Qiantang was hanging on her waist. Xu Fengnian was walking at the very front. Murong Wu Zhu's delicate body was being led by him. With her personality of going with the flow, she might not have the face to call for help even if she got separated.
Murong Tonghuang was on the right side. Some lechers who liked to join in the fun and take advantage of women were about to make a move but were slapped or kicked by Murong Tonghuang without hesitation. Most of the lechers who suffered losses wanted to immediately take advantage of this young lady. However, when they saw Hsu Fengnian's embroidered fox fur coat, they immediately lost their momentum and withdrew their hands in embarrassment. They looked for other targets and picked a few soft persimmons to make a move. Anyway, in the sea of people watching the tide, there were many girls who kept quiet after being bullied. There was no need to hang themselves on a tree.
Just like Pei Nanwei, Chen Yu, who was abducted from the bamboo forest, wore a dense veil hat on her head. Her figure was enchanting, even surpassing the Murong siblings whose genders were hard to distinguish. However, these two great beauties who were ranked on the Rouge List followed closely behind His Royal Highness. On the right, Murong Tonghuang was slapping the Murong siblings, while on the left, the maid Blue Bird was cleaning up the obstacles with her scabbard. No one was able to get close to them. The old man wearing a sheepskin fur coat was responsible for bringing up the rear, so there was nothing for him to do. Most of the time, his gaze was on the woman surnamed Chen, or more precisely, on her small waist. Even with his hundred years of experience, the old God of Swords still had to admit that Xu Xiaoshou's eye for women was even more brilliant than the climb of martial arts. Even Li Chungang was unconvinced by this point. During this period of time, the old God of Swords was busy admiring Pei Nanwei's buttocks, Shu Xiu's breasts, and the Murong siblings' twin lotuses on one stock. It was a feast for the eyes, but the one he saw the most was the unfamiliar woman surnamed Chen, especially her slender and soft waist. Tsk tsk, it really made the onlookers feel horrified. The charm of a woman could be judged by her spiritual energy, her eyes, her charm, and her waist. If she walked slowly, her waist would sway too much, it would be coquettish and vulgar. However, if it was too small, it would be slightly petty.
However, even though Chen Yumei was an absolute beauty, the old God of Swords had a tinge of doubt in his heart. The timing and location of her appearance were too coincidental. After being abducted by Xu Que, she had been too calm. She had already exceeded the category of a lady from a respectable family. Observing her aura, this absolute beauty who exuded mystery from head to toe was not a martial artist. After all, how many old dogs like Zhao Xuansu could exist in this world? What exactly was her backing? Old Man Li squinted his eyes. It was not easy for the group to rush out of the crowd. If they continued forward, they would reach the riverbank that was occupied by the Guangling family. There were many sturdy and stocky servants standing with their arms crossed over their chests, intimidating the common people. Some of the disciples of the Great Families had hired many famous guests in the Jianghu. They carried swords and sabers with them, looking strong and powerful. The two areas were clearly separated. This was very similar to how the famous scholar Qu Shuishang of the Baoguo Temple disdained to sit together with the common people.
Hsu Fengnian was probably basking in the light of the beauty beside him. With him as the center, a circle of vacuum was formed around him. At this point, there was no need to stand on tiptoe to watch the tide. Old Man Li stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the line of tide that was as fast as thunder. His expression was bleak. Back then, he had looked down on the world with his sword and rode on the head of the tide on the Guangling River. How high-spirited he was. Now that he was old and more skilled at riding on the sword, he did not even have the slightest desire to be the tallest tree in the forest.
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