Hsu Fengnian grabbed a handful of yellow sand and raised his head to look at Beimang.
No matter who praised or slandered the Wu family's Sword Catacomb, it was always high and mighty, completely ignoring Jianghu. It was a very strange place. In the past hundred years, less than ten outsiders had been able to enter and leave. The most famous was the two-time Sword God, Li Chungang and Đồng Thái. The rest of the swordsmen who went to the Sword Catacomb to practice their swordsmanship followed the Wu family's rules and stayed in the Sword Catacomb to "worship the sword" for the rest of their lives. The Wu family looked down on the world of martial arts because of its great prestige. It was impossible for the descendants of the Wu family to lie on this merit for two hundred years. Even someone as conceited as Li Chungang could not deny that the Wu family's path of swordsmanship had indeed reached the pinnacle after hundreds of years of continuous accumulation of countless talented swordsmen. Hsu Fengnian remembered that on the way back to Beiliang, the old man with the sheepskin fur coat had said that the Wu family had been quiet for many years. Sooner or later, a talented swordsman would emerge from the Wu family. As for whether Wu Liuding could carry the family's heavy burden, the old man did not think highly of him. On the contrary, he thought that the female swordsman with the Su Of Gojoseon on her back had a better chance. In addition, the Wu family's Sword Nurturing Technique was also very famous. It allowed one to soar to the Kunlun Mountains in one breath and control the sword after leaving one's hand. Whether it was the efficiency of killing or the temperament of a top swordsman, it was outstanding.
At that time, the greedy His Royal Highness had silently criticized Đồng Thái for not being a good person to the end. He had actually only given the sword without leaving behind the incantation to nurture it. When he returned to Beiliang, he asked the peerless scholar Li Yishan. The latter had picked a dusty secret manual from the fourth floor of the Tide-listening Pavilion that had been pieced together for many years. Only then did Hsu Fengnian know that it was not difficult to learn the Wu family's Sword Nurturing Technique. In short, it could be summed up in four words: Drinking blood to become a fetus. The difficult part was the tenacity that could not be relaxed for a single day. Forging a sword was like concocting a pill. It was extremely particular about the time it was taken out of the furnace. However, once the pill was taken out of the furnace, it could be consumed. After each sword was forged, it would be full of spiritual energy, as if it was a living thing. Because of the subtle differences in the texture of the sword, when it was fed and where it was fed would be different for each sword. In twelve hours, Đồng Thái had forged twelve flying swords. If His Royal Highness had brought along a single flying sword, all he had to do was feed it once a day. It was not troublesome. However, if he had three or four flying swords in hand, he would have to suffer a bit.
Before Đồng Thái had left, he had asked Blue Bird to tell His Royal Highness that if a flying sword was not nurtured for a day, all of his previous efforts would be wasted. If a flying sword was not nurtured for three days, it would completely lose its spiritual energy and be no different from scrap metal. There would be no hope for a flying sword to take a head.
As for how many flying swords His Royal Highness had brought along? God knows.
Liu Nerong probably really had something important to discuss, so she had no choice but to pinch her nose and come to His Royal Highness. Looking down at the back of the man with the saber, she said in a cold tone, "In the future, if the Fish-dragon Gang encountered a problem that could not be solved and caused serious losses to your goods, would you help?"
Hsu Fengnian let the coarse gravel slide through his fingers. Without turning his head, he thought for a while and slowly said, "Yes."
Liu Nerong sneered, "So, last night at the inn, you had the ability to guarantee that after the Fish-dragon Gang was wiped out as bandits, you would be able to protect the goods of the General's Mansion alone?"
Hsu Fengnian shook his head, "I didn't say that."
Liu Nerong said in a fit of anger, "After the goods and the money are cleared, the Fish-dragon Gang will never have anything to do with the General's Mansion again."
Hsu Fengnian turned his head and looked up at the beautiful woman with a pair of seductive long legs. He said with a smile, "Whether you have a knot in your heart or not, I want to tell you that you actually did a good job that night. If the Fish-dragon Gang has a gang leader like you in the future, it will be better than having three or four deputy gang leaders like Xiao Qiang. However, what I admire most about you is not that you took the lead and fought with the warriors of the Tumbling Horse Pass, but that after you recognized Xiao Qiang's face, you continued to feign civility. Well, after you recognized me, you were still willing to come closer and say a few words to me, a cold-hearted rascal. Although the words were not pleasant to hear, I guess that before you left Lingzhou, you definitely would not have done that. You had already made up your mind to not have any contact with us, right? I'm afraid this is the reason why Gang Leader Liu took over this business. But as for me, it can be said that I left the Jianghu a few years earlier than you. I have seen many unattainable immortals fight, and for a long time, I have been scratching my heart and liver every day for a few coins. I want to say a few words to you. If you really want the Fish-dragon Gang to grow, you have to be like this copper coin, round on the outside and square on the inside. "
As expected, Xu Fengnian did a very narcissistic action. He took out a copper coin from his money pouch and threw it to Liu Nerong. Unfortunately, the embarrassing thing was that Liu Nerong did not move an inch and let the copper coin fall to the ground. Hsu Fengnian muttered, "What a prodigal woman." He stretched and picked up the copper coin from the ground. After wiping it clean, he put it back into his money bag. Liu Nerong did not seem to expect that this guy surnamed Xu would take back the copper coin. Seeing that he looked like a miser and did not even try to hide it, she did not know whether to mock or hate him for a while. But in her heart, she did not hate this high-ranking lackey who had been indifferent to the Fish-dragon Gang as much as before. She knew that this guy was still able to say a few words and had some human feelings.
Wang Dashi looked at Liu Nerong who was standing and Young Master Xu who was squatting in the distance. There was no jealousy or resentment in his eyes towards the woman he admired who seemed to be getting further and further away. The young man just wiped his face and secretly grinned.
Liu Nerong hesitated and asked, "You use a knife?"
Liu Nerong did not wait for Hsu Fengnian to reply and quickly said, "Forget it."
It seemed that she also knew that she had asked a very childish question.
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