The Jianghu of You Song was just a child's Jianghu. He naively thought that as long as it was Jianghu, it would be better than a stick of sugar-coated haws. In the Jianghu of young people, most of them were like Wang Dashi, who was used to being bullied by the Fish-dragon Gang. In his heart, there was an unattainable woman. When he was in danger, he didn't think too much about it. He just felt that it was enough to die with her. But in the Jianghu of adults, it was rare for someone like the old man in the sheepskin fur coat to say "Swords, come" on the mountain peak and two waves of thousands of swords flew over. The one who was miserable was Han Xiangma, a bodyguard from the border of the Jian Province. He died as soon as he entered the Jianghu. Most of them were better off, or like the Dongyue swordsman Lü Qiantang, they were successful and famous, but they died in the Jianghu.
Han Tao left a few soldiers behind to clean up the mess with the Fish-dragon gang. After all, there were more than ten people dead and injured, and it was not a small matter. How to clean up the mess would be a test of Han Tao's ability to lead troops and be an official. Nowadays, no matter how many undercurrents there were in the imperial court, on the surface, the world was still peaceful and prosperous. Relying on military merits on the battlefield to get a promotion was something that could only be chanced upon and not sought. Most of the time, it was just a small matter.
The Fish-dragon Gang suffered a great loss this time, but they escaped from death, so they were more relieved than sad. The second leader, Xiao Qiang, took out 30 taels of silver to give to those soldiers. It was not that the Fish-dragon Gang could not pay more, but these soldiers were obviously the direct subordinates of the Weeping Gong Commandant. After all, they were just small officials who could not make the final decision. If their appetite was inflated, it would be difficult for them to deal with Han Tao in the future. In the Fish-dragon Gang, only the experienced Xiao Qiang had a good grasp of the tradeoff. Liu Nerong did not expose Xiao Qiang's face upstairs. It could be seen that after the disaster, she had matured a lot in an instant.
Hsu Fengnian placed the dead Jianghu bandit back on the chair. After finishing this business, he saw Liu Nerong standing at the door with a frosty face. Hsu Fengnian calmly said, "Zhao Yingchuan not only drugged this man, he also poisoned him. He's dead."
Liu Nerong glanced at the blood flowing out of the seven orifices of the corpse on the chair. It was the usual scarlet color. She mocked, "Surnamed Xu, do you think I'll believe you? Do you think I'm a three-year-old kid? "
Hsu Fengnian knew she was still holding a grudge against him for not helping her when she was in danger. He laughed and said, "Zhao Yingchuan was killed by me. Do you want to report this to the authorities? If I am caught and beheaded, how can the Fish-dragon Gang return to Lingzhou and explain to the dignified Secondary class, rank four Martial Scholar? "
Liu Nerong stared at this man who could be so shameless. It was as if her eyes would be dirtied if she looked at him any longer. She turned around and sneered, "No matter what reason you have for killing Zhao Yingchuan, you have helped the Fish-dragon Gang. I am not that ungrateful. Even if you need thousands of taels of silver to settle this matter, I, Liu Nerong, will not frown."
Hsu Fengnian stood at the edge of the chair, "Thank you, Miss Liu."
When Liu Nerong stepped over the threshold, she paused for a moment and slowly said, "In my opinion, you're even worse than Xiao Qiang."
Hsu Fengnian just smiled and did not refute. When he returned to the room where the door was broken by Zhao Yingchuan, he saw Wang Dashi sitting on the edge of the bed and shivering. Obviously, he had not recovered from the fight in the inn's courtyard. For a young man who had just stepped into the Jianghu, the scene of flesh and blood flying everywhere was really beyond his ability to bear. Especially the kind of one-sided slaughter in front of the armed soldiers of the government. It would probably be deeply imprinted in the young man's heart and could not be erased for the rest of his life.
Wang Dashi looked up at Hsu Fengnian and reluctantly squeezed out a smile and called him Young Master Xu. Hsu Fengnian nodded and continued to sit on the chair by the window. He took out the inconspicuous knife manual from his arms and continued to study it. The more than 20 knife moves of the Covering Thunder Stacking Armor could all be verified in the manual. The knife manual was not limited to the creation and elaboration of the moves. Between the lines, there was a sense of a lion hunting a rabbit that only the second in the world, Wang Xianzhi, possessed. When he lowered his head to read it, he said softly, "Let me eat that bag of pastries. I'll return it to you later."
Wang Dashi, who was flattered, quickly waved his hand and said, "No need, no need to return it. Young Master Xu is too polite."
Hsu Fengnian caught a glimpse of the young man's cautiousness from the corner of his eye. He thought of the scene in the courtyard where he slashed the enemy with his sword. He smiled and asked, "Old Liu of the Fish-dragon Gang is a master of both internal and external martial arts. He's a master of the Fish-dragon Gang. He pays attention to reason and Qi. How come you're so weak? Did no one teach you what to learn?"
Wang Dashi was afraid that Young Master Xu would misunderstand and belittle the Fish-dragon Gang, so he said in a panic, "Yes, they did teach me. It's just that my comprehension is too poor and I can't grasp the gist of it. My senior brothers are very capable."
Hsu Fengnian did not expose Wang Dashi's lie. Most of the sects and clans were filled with experts, and the real martial arts skills had to be taught orally by the masters. Otherwise, the slightest difference would lead to a huge difference. Otherwise, the saying that a teacher for a day is a father for a lifetime would have no basis. Wang Dashi was a soft persimmon that could be bullied by anyone, so who would be willing to spend time and effort to nurture him? The old story of the poor learning literature and the rich learning martial arts had been passed down for hundreds of years. If one really wanted to stand out in martial arts, one had to rely on luck and more on financial resources. To become a disciple of a master required a large amount of monetary gifts, and the amount was directly related to the master's skills. After becoming a disciple of a master, it was not something that could be done once and for all. One still had to support the master, and other than giving gifts during festivals, one also had to be discerning enough to take the initiative to buy all kinds of clothes for the master. Moreover, in martial arts competitions, if one was injured, one would need to take care of one's muscles and bones, and take care of one's muscles and bones, then it would be a terrifying expense with no end in sight. Why would famous sects and clans let people sharpen their minds to join? Apart from having famous teachers, a large part of the reason was that the large sects and clans provided a lot of cheap or even free medical treatment. Moreover, there was no lack of martial arts partners to help each other improve. As long as one's own seedlings were good, it was equivalent to having no worries. It was a pity that Wang Dashi was an orphan who had lost his parents, and all his savings were the copper coins that were given by the sect every month, which had been emptied by his senior brothers.
Hsu Fengnian smiled and said, "I can't eat your cake for free. I have a set of Wudang's simplest fist technique incantations here. It's not worth much, and there's no suspicion of it being passed down to outsiders. If you want to learn, you can memorize as many of the 800 words incantations as you can tonight."
As if struck by lightning, Wang Dashi fell to his knees with a thud. His shoulders trembled as he choked and said, "Please teach me, young master!"
Hsu Fengnian did not say anything to comfort him. He allowed Wang Dashi to kneel on the ground. He began to slowly recite the set of fist technique incantations. After some slight modifications, he explained the profound in simple terms. He had already removed many obscure and obscure Taoist terms and only extracted the incantations that could be used as soon as he got hold of them. If this method was seen by the Taoist masters, they would definitely be unable to restrain themselves from cursing him for being a prodigal son. One must know that this set of fist technique incantations came from the mouth of Wudang's chief, Hong Xixiang. Who was the one riding the bull? After the people of the world guessed whether this Earth Immortal from the underworld had been dismembered or ascended, they learned that Wudang Mountain had such a set of incantations. They began to crazily flock to Wudang Mountain.
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