At a young age, Huang Baozhuang had been brought by her master to the Immortal Abode in Beimang's heart. Her slender shoulders had been burdened with too many burdens early on. Later on, apart from practicing her sword and playing chess, she had nothing else to do. The Chess and Sword Music School placed too much importance on her and did not allow anyone to privately write down their thoughts on this piece of fine writing paper. As she grew from a young child to a young lady, she had almost only interacted with her master and the two Manor Heads. Countless times, she had stood on her tiptoes on the towering pavilions, overlooking the distant sounds of laughter that had nothing to do with her. She was filled with curiosity and longing.
After Huang Baozhuang turned ten, she began to realize that there was another version of herself. At the age of sixteen, she was born on Mount Qingshan. This version of her was so strong that the Chess and Sword Music School had no choice but to have a grandmaster keep an eye on her at all times. She slid to wherever she could as if she were stepping on a watermelon rind. After she turned twenty, her master was no longer alive. Other than the Grandmaster Bronze Man, only Senior Martial Brother Hong would come to play chess with her from time to time. Both of them were terrible chess players. After the Manor Head of the Chess Manor saw their games, he was no longer willing to watch the game from the sidelines. Huang Baozhuang knew that apart from her existence and her sword practice, she had no other good points. She was terrible at chess and was illiterate. She had always envied her senior martial brothers and sisters in the Sect for having the ability to read and write poems. Before they entered Yanmen Pass, Senior Martial Brother Wu Miaozai of the East Deity Sect had made a bet with Senior Martial Brother Xihu of the West Deity Sect to see who would be able to read "Records of the Buddhist Shrine" word for word. As a result, when she ascended the city wall and saw his back, she heard him recite it so easily.
Her master, the two Manor Heads, the Grandmaster Bronze Man, and Senior Martial Brother Hong. Including her, there were a total of six people. However, if His Royal Highness knew that he was only ranked third from the bottom in terms of number of people, he would definitely feel that this kind of erudition was too insincere.
Seeing that there was no one around, Hsu Fengnian took out a stack of thin masks from his bosom. He carefully peeled off one of the masks and pasted it on his face. Huang Baozhuang didn't hide her astonishment at all. Even though it looked like he was just slapping a mask on his face, it was actually a meticulous work that wasn't inferior to embroidery. Hsu Fengnian's essence, qi, and spirit were severely damaged. He was afraid that he would reveal any flaws. Just as he was about to tell her to check if there was anything wrong, she had already reached out her hand and slowly and gently smoothed out some of the tiny imperfections on his face.
There were a total of six masks. His Royal Highness didn't know the specifics because Shu Xiu had been burning the midnight oil for more than twenty years. His Royal Highness didn't know the specifics either. In any case, during that period of time, Aunt Shu, whose breasts were like spring bamboo shoots, would caress his face whenever she had the time. Every time she caressed his face, it would take a long time for several incense sticks to burn. Only God knew if she had any thoughts of taking advantage of him. There were a few times when His Royal Highness could clearly feel her two cherry tips standing straight up on his chest or arm. His heart was in a complete mess. She was indeed a mature woman. When spring arrived, she was like a cat that couldn't stand loneliness.
Hsu Fengnian saw that Huang Baozhuang's eyes were full of interest and amazement when she was helping him. He smiled and explained, "This mask was made by a master of disguise who came from the Southern Xinjiang Witchcraft Sect. She said that there were five levels to the art of disguise: Pawn, Ventilation, Rooting, Enchanting, and Reincarnation. Pawn is the crudest form of disguise. It can only fool ordinary people with poor eyesight. Ventilation is considered to have reached a higher level. If one can take root, it won't be easy to see through. Enchanting, not only one's appearance will change, even one's demeanor will change after putting on the mask. As for Reincarnation, she said that she had only heard of it. You should know that the face is born from the heart. Putting on this kind of mask is equivalent to changing a part of one's root bone. It may even cause unpredictable changes to one's fate. She helped me make six masks, one for Pawn and one for Enchanting, and four for Rooting. The one in your hand is a Pawn. The one that was damaged just now was a Rooting. You people from the Chess and Sword Music School should be able to understand the deeper meaning of this saying. "
Hsu Fengnian stood up. Huang Baozhuang hurriedly stood up and took a few steps back. Hsu Fengnian knew that they shouldn't stay here for long. Before leaving, he whispered, "You and I will treat it as if nothing happened today. Don't tell anyone about it."
Unexpectedly, Huang Baozhuang shook her head. Hsu Fengnian asked in surprise, "You want to report it to the Chess and Sword Music School?"
She nodded her head.
Hsu Fengnian frowned. He was in a dilemma. If the woman in front of him was only a direct disciple of the Chess and Sword Music School, killing her would be the safest thing to do, regardless of whether it was right or not. However, she had a mysterious background. Killing her was equivalent to releasing an invincible devil, if not Heaven or Earth. It was no different from suicide. However, kidnapping her was really not a wise decision. She was destined to be an important chess piece of the Chess Sword and Music House. Her importance was probably only second to Hong Jingyan. Taking her away was equivalent to stabbing the Chess Sword and Music House in the ass. Yet, she was still shouting for them to chase after her. The Chess Sword and Music House was powerful and lofty. Who else would they chase after if not her? They couldn't kill her or kidnap her to seal her mouth, so how could they just let her go?
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