When His Royal Highness first started practicing his bladesmanship in Wudang, he regretted not having done so earlier. He thought that he should have let the men of sacrifice raised by the Prince's Mansion fight each other. Only then would he be able to see real killing methods and not some flashy moves that looked like the flash of a sword. Letting the horse gang leader Song Diao 'er and Xiao Qiang fight each other was not only to let the latter die with everlasting regret, but also to let His Royal Highness see the wonders of the Flying Sword Swallow Spiral. Back then on the Xiangfan official road, Song Diao' er had used the Flying Sword to force His Royal Highness to use it. Later on, His Royal Highness had used the Flying Sword to scare Song Diao 'er. It could be considered an impromptu idea, but fortunately, it was not too embarrassing. Hsu Fengnian's impression of Song Diao' er was not bad. He was scheming, patient, and knew when to advance and when to retreat. However, what Hsu Fengnian appreciated the most was the words he said before he died. Perhaps it was because of this that Hsu Fengnian truly saw Song Diao 'er in a new light. Song Diao' er had said that his Second Brother was a rare kind person on the border, and was Song Diao 'er not the same?
After Hsu Fengnian walked far away, he spat out a mouthful of blood and hurriedly covered it in his palm. A short sword flew out of his sleeve and was carefully nurtured before he quietly put it away. After drinking blood to form a sword embryo and nurturing a spiritual root with spiritual Qi, a Flying Sword could be considered a preliminary success. The sword embryo had to be good, the sword nurturing had to be good, and the sword controlling had to be strong. Only when all three were present could the Flying Sword be used to kill people. Hsu Fengnian could use the Flying Sword to scare people, but definitely not to kill people.
Hsu Fengnian came in a hurry and left leisurely. He thought of the time when he went on a raid with Yan Chiji's daughter, Yan Dongwu, on a snowy night. After killing a group of saber training dummies, he even gave her a large ferocious mask. If he said that His Royal Highness deliberately showed off in front of the cold beauty, he would have wronged his Royal Highness. If he did not use this method to talk to Xu Xiao, given Xu Xiao's tight control over Beiliang, Yan Chiji would not have been able to go out of Beiliang, let alone become a member of the Royal Family and become a member of the Royal Family, let alone become a member of the Royal Family.
Apart from Li Hanlin, who turned over a new leaf and fought for military merits in the Beiliang Army, the other two actually went to the Royal Family and had to stand on the opposite side of Beiliang with their families. It was a great irony.
Hsu Fengnian walked back to the Fish-dragon Gang's encampment and found Liu Nerong standing in the distance with a frosty face. When Hsu Fengnian went out to follow Xiao Qiang, he found that this woman was tailing him. However, she lost him and had to turn back. Liu Nerong waited for a long time and finally saw the son of the General's Mansion, who had given her too many mysteries, walking towards her. She sneered, "It turns out that Young Master Xu's Lightness Skill is so first-class. You must have learned it from your family and have been taught by a famous teacher. "
Hsu Fengnian smiled and said, "It's just so-so."
Liu Nerong didn't want to mess around and asked directly, "You didn't see Gang Leader Xiao?"
Hsu Fengnian also said straightforwardly, "What if I said that I happened to see Gang Leader Xiao practicing swordsmanship and wanted to fight with him and then accidentally killed him? Or that in order to let his son, Xiao Ling, sit on the throne of the Fish-dragon Gang's Gang Leader, Gang Leader Xiao colluded with four horse bandits, wanted to embezzle the goods, and then gave Miss Liu to a horse bandit leader. Which one are you willing to believe? "
Liu Nerong sneered and said, "I just want to know how you came back alive!"
Hsu Fengnian slowly said, "Four horse bandits, one of them was nicknamed Li Heita, who used a pair of Xuanhua Broad Axes and Golden Sparrow Mountain Axes. Another one was nicknamed Old Copper Coin, who used a podao. Another one was called Scar Face, and the last horse bandit's nickname was unknown. Anyway, Xiao Qiang was an old acquaintance of one of them. After leaving Tuma Pass, the four forces worked together to pull up more than a hundred horse bandits. In front of the city, they harassed the Fish-dragon Gang every day with scattered horse bandits. On the last day, if Xiao Qiang couldn't drug him, he would be responsible for killing Gongsun Yang. After that, he would get 4,000 taels of silver. But now they are all dead. I advise you not to get to the bottom of this matter. It's not good for the Fish-dragon Gang. When the time comes, just tell Xiao Ling that his father died in a battle with the horse bandits. "
Liu Nerong stared at Hsu Fengnian and said, "Do you think I will trust a person who I only know his surname for such a big matter?"
Hsu Fengnian asked back, "You may know all 18 generations of Xiao Qiang's ancestors. Do you trust him?"
Liu Nerong was speechless for a moment. The atmosphere was stiff. Gongsun Yang limped out of the shadows and tried to smooth things over. He smiled and said, "Miss, I believe Young Master Xu."
Liu Nerong snorted coldly and stepped aside. Xu Fengnian walked up the hill. Liu Nerong looked at his repulsive back and finally, her chest trembled violently, revealing the fear and uneasiness in her heart. She turned her head and asked softly, "Uncle Gongsun, is that true?"
Gongsun Yang smiled bitterly and said, "The truth is not important. The result is the key. Since Young Master Xu has returned safely, we might as well pretend that Xiao Qiang died in the hands of the horse bandits for the Fish-dragon Gang. It's reasonable for Xiao Qiang, Miss and the Fish-dragon Gang. It's reasonable for Miss to doubt Young Master Xu's identity. But no matter what role he plays in the General's Mansion, the current Fish-dragon Gang is not worthy of a General's Mansion to plot against them. Since the Fish-dragon Gang and the General's Mansion have a cooperative relationship, it doesn't matter if Young Master Xu acts a little strange. Who doesn't have their own secrets in Jianghu? "
Liu Nerong hummed in agreement.
Gongsun Yang hesitated and said, "Miss, don't pay too much attention to Young Master Xu."
Liu Nerong looked up and smiled calmly. "Uncle Gongsun, you worry too much. How can Nerong be so ignorant of love? Besides, I only dislike this guy."
Gongsun Yang smiled and asked Liu Nerong with clear eyes, "Is Xiao Qiang really dead? Was it an internal strife among the horse bandits and Young Master Xu took advantage of it? "
Gongsun Yang sighed. "I can't figure it out. I can't guess."
Liu Nerong smiled. "Then don't think about it."
Gongsun Yang tried to find joy in the bitterness. "This method saves trouble."
Hsu Fengnian returned to the bonfire. The fire was still burning. The young man Wang Dashi must have added some dry branches when he saw that he was not there. There were still many branches and thatches around the fire. It was not a good thing to sleep at night on the slope. The temperature difference between day and night was huge. The Fish-dragon Gang was not like those who worked as bodyguards all year round. They were already full of bitterness. However, they were shocked by the sporadic appearance of the horse bandits and took turns to be on duty. They were satisfied with just a nap. Hsu Fengnian silently meditated. There were 361 acupoints in the human body, which were like relay stations. Then, the Twelve Meridians and the Eight Extraordinary Meridians were the main relay routes. The circulation of Qi was generally orderly and there was a method to follow. Ordinary people could practice swords and knives, but why was the same sword and knife so different in the hands of different people? For ordinary martial artists to control weapons, the so-called method was just a set of tricks passed down from their masters. Occasionally, they would have a few secret manuals of mental cultivation methods, but they would only have about thirty to forty percent of their acupoints opened. The nurturing of Qi was limited, and it was even more difficult to use it. Taoist practice of the Yellow Courtyard was to open all the 361 Caves and Blessed Lands in the body and seek the majestic Qi from heaven and earth. The Qi gathered but did not leak out. Wang Zhonglou used the supreme method to instill the Yellow Courtyard into the Great Yellow Courtyard. After losing four parts of the Yellow Courtyard, even if Hsu Fengnian was cautious and clumsy, he had to lose another part. Only half of the Yellow Courtyard was used for his own use, but it had already brought Hsu Fengnian close to the Vajra Realm. Now, Hsu Fengnian still had six acupoints closed. No matter how he breathed according to the unique formula and used the Yin and Yang to nourish his muscles and bones, he could not break through that layer of window paper. This was already the biggest achievement that the old man with the sheepskin fur coat had obtained under the premise of a few hundred moves of the Two-sleeved Green Snake tempering.
Wang Xianzhi's knife manual did not elaborate much on the moves. Instead, it listed many obscure and even unreasonable Qi circulation trajectories. Most of them went against common sense. However, after Hsu Fengnian verified it in private, he suddenly saw the light when Old Sword God Li used the Embroidered Winter Knife to explain the sword will and sword moves at the bow of the ship. The more brilliant a sword move was, the more complicated the Qi circulation would be to support it. Practice makes perfect. Ordinary people only saw the moves of experts that were played down but had the power to destroy cities and shake mountains. However, they did not know the difficulties and hardships of cultivation. Li Chungang once claimed that he was at the peak of his prime, and his Qi circulation could instantly travel three hundred miles around his body. Therefore, there was a saying that a sword immortal's move would travel ten thousand miles and be absorbed in eight extremities. How terrifying was this?
Hsu Fengnian opened his eyes and exhaled a murky breath. He mocked himself, "It seems that if one's algebra is not good enough, unless one has a talent that only appears once in a hundred years, one will not be able to become a martial arts giant."
His Royal Highness raised his head and looked at the bright starry sky. He said seriously, "Killing six second-ranked experts, two King Kong and one Xuan Zhi. Can you do it?"
Hsu Fengnian lowered his head and looked at the simple and unadorned Spring Thunder Knife. He laughed and said, "It's still easier than snatching the top ten beauties in the world and turning them into decorative vases."
His Royal Highness fell backward and lay on the ground. He made a face at the starry sky and closed his eyes. He muttered, "How's the sky?"
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