This old man, who only liked to play with his feet, did not know that after he had done this, he had attracted countless heroes of Jianghu to show off their skills on the Guangling River. There were strong men carrying cauldrons that weighed a thousand pounds to smash the head of the tide, swordsmen rowing boats to resist the tide, and there were also powerful archers who shot arrows in succession and collided with the tide, creating thousands of ripples. Before Lü Qiantang became famous, he had practiced swordsmanship on the riverside for more than ten years. Was it not because he admired the Sword God Li Chungang's appearance when he walked the Jianghu with his sword? Unfortunately, after Zhao Yi took over the territory of the old West Chu, the Guangling Navy was like a dragon and a tiger. There were no Jianghu people who dared to show off their skills. The Guangling Navy, regardless of size or combat power, was the number one navy in the dynasty. It was far from the embroidered pillows of the Qingzhou Navy that could be compared to them. Once war broke out, they would not even be enough to fill the gaps between Guangling's teeth. Every year during the inspection, other than the Great Vassal King Zhao Yi who was overlooking all living beings from the top of the Great Yan Ji, the one who stood out the most would be the Tide Runner, the symbol of the Guangling Navy, who crossed the river alone on a boat.
At this moment, when the people on both sides of the river looked over, the huge boat was light as a feather.
A young general stood with his hand on his sword. His armor was bright, and he looked valiant and formidable, causing the hearts of countless young ladies to sway.
The scholars of the south were like a forest, and it was a magnificent sight. If you went to any temple, you would see walls full of poetry and calligraphy. Even some shabby inns with holes in the wind and rain could see all kinds of undiscovered essays. Therefore, they had seen and heard too many of the literary talents of scholars of the same age. The one in front of them had not even reached the age of twenty yet, but he had been bestowed with the title of Grand Scholar. He also had a wonderful cursive script, known as "One Stroke Calligraphy". No matter if it was ten words or a hundred words, it was always written with one stroke without any embellishment. In terms of martial prowess, he had once defeated a Grand Guest of the Guangling Prince's Household in swordsmanship. This person's literary and martial prowess were top notch, and he was undoubtedly the number one talent in Guangling. Even the domineering Guangling Heir was willing to become sworn brothers with him and treat him as an elder brother.
When the boat sailed past, many tourists who had prepared bonfires and reed flowers threw them into the Guangling River with all their might, praying to the Guangling Dragon King. These people were all men and women from the local noble families or foreign aristocratic families. The most ordinary people could bring was a bunch of reed flowers, and most of them were some distance away from the river bank. How could they have the guts to throw it into the bonfires? If they did not have enough strength and did not throw it into the Guangling River, they would smash it into the tents of the extravagant descendants, and would be severely beaten. These were just some of the commoners who had the courage to throw the reed flowers. Before they could escape, they were caught by the fierce servants and evil slaves, thrown to the ground, and beaten. They did not dare to make a sound and could only crawl back to the crowd with bruises all over their faces. Hsu Fengnian was originally one of the most famous profligate sons in the dynasty. He did not find it strange and did not have the chivalrous heart to help others when he saw injustice on the road. His ears did not listen to injustice, and he only pursed his lips and walked forward quietly with his snow-white fur coat wrapped around him. In front of him were two piles of aristocratic families, and a few well-built servants came forward to block his path. Blue Bird used her scabbard to slap them away without a word, and they spun twice in the air before falling to the ground and fainting on the spot.
Hsu Fengnian paid no attention to the clamor of the aristocratic families of Guangling. He walked to the riverbank and happened to see a stream passing by. He took the jar and Scarlet Cloud Sword from Blue Bird and threw the jar containing Lü Qiantang's ashes into the river. With a toss of his sword, he hit the small jar and the ashes scattered into the water.
Hsu Fengnian did not mourn the death of Lü Qiantang, but since he had agreed to that Dongyue swordsman's dying wish, he had to fulfill it. Hsu Fengnian clapped his hands and squatted down. Looking at the surging tide, he said softly, "They say that if a hero doesn't die, his name will rise. No wonder you were cursing loudly before you died. "
Hsu Fengnian stood up and found that Chen Yu was looking at the back of the man on the Bi 'an warship. With the veil covering her face, he could not see her expression, but it gave him a strange feeling.
Hsu Fengnian glanced at the aristocratic children of Guangling who were still chattering. When they subconsciously shut up in shock, he turned to the silent woman and joked, "What's wrong? Do you have a lover?"
She shook her head indifferently and said, "He once mentioned that calligraphy and swordsmanship were similar and that his views were unique. Cursive calligraphy leaves less white but more white space and more white space but more dense. The strokes open and close, gathering and dispersing. When used in swordsmanship, it is magnificent and magnificent. Why don't … "
Hsu Fengnian interrupted her ungracefully, "Armchair strategist, so boring."
Chen Yu stopped talking and dismissed it with a laugh.
Playing the lute to a cow.
Although Hsu Fengnian was narrow-minded and narrow-minded, he still had some self-awareness left. He said self-deprecatingly, "We are indeed not on the same path. Chen Yu, since we are already a family, why don't you tell me frankly, do you have a sweetheart?"
Chen Yu asked calmly, "If you do, will you kill him?"
When Xu Fengnian heard the word 'kill' coming out of the beautiful woman's mouth, which was full of killing intent, he laughed shamelessly and said, "I like your temperament. You're perfect to be my younger brother's wife."
Chen Yu looked at the Great Yan Ji, where there was a bloated man whose robe was almost torn apart. She sighed for no reason.
Hsu Fengnian smiled and asked, "Don't scare me. Are you related to the Prince of Guangling, Zhao Yi?"
Chen Yu's expression was normal and she did not say anything.
Hsu Fengnian put his hands into his sleeves and said softly, "Let's go back to Beiliang."
Chen Yu did not move. She hesitated for a moment and said, "Someone wants me to go to the capital. You can't stop him."
Hsu Fengnian stopped and said with a playful look, "Who is it that opens his mouth like a toad and wants to swallow the sky and spit out the earth?"
Chen Yu stared at His Royal Highness' face and did not seem to be joking at all.
Hsu Fengnian's expression became strange.
Chen Yu bent down and picked up a bunch of reed flowers on the ground and threw them into the Guangling River, saying, "When I was three years old, my fate was calculated by Mount Longhu and the Imperial Astronomer together. I was born as a laurel and entered the temple."
The old man with a sheepskin fur coat who had been watching coldly said, "You are either the Empress or the Imperial Concubine."
"Oh," Xu Fengnian said and did not continue.
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