With the protection of the slender female warrior, Hsu Fengnian finally reached the second floor safely after paying the deposit. The female owner of the inn, who looked unusually steady, personally carried a basin of well water and placed it on the shelf before leaving with a smile. Hsu Fengnian washed his face. Since his skin dared to claim that it was rooted in the ground, a normal grooming would not hinder him. The basin of well water was already very muddy. Feeling refreshed, Hsu Fengnian pushed open the window and turned his head to look at the wine bowls and tea sets on the table. They were actually expensive Jiangnan craftsmanship, with three colors of yellow, purple, and green, extremely beautiful. No wonder the inn dared to ask for fifty taels of silver as a deposit. This Duck Head Green Inn's business was booming, so it should not be an unscrupulous inn that used human flesh to make buns. Seeing the female owner chatting and joking with the Jianghu heroes without regard for them as strangers, Hsu Fengnian felt relieved. He did not dislike fighting and killing, but if he had never met each other, it would be really boring to fight to the death just for money. It was not easy to wander Jianghu, who would want to drown in Jianghu?
There were six dining tables in the courtyard, with more than twenty people sitting there. Most of them were bare-chested and had hairy chests. When they drank and ate, their chest muscles, which were more spectacular than a woman's chest, trembled. Fortunately, these heroes could still maintain their amazing appetite. Shoddy knives, swords, and axes were casually placed on the table. There were few good ones. Beimang was short of copper and iron, and Beiliang was strictly controlled. Even if one brought a hoe across the border, he would have to meticulously register it. When the wandering heroes of the Liyang Dynasty went out to gain experience, most of their weapons were of high quality, but their horses might be much worse than those in Beimang. After all, the horse farms in Beimang were much better. It was not easy to raise mature horses to fight in an army, and the eight prefectures also kept a close eye on them. However, it was not difficult for rich heroes to spend a lot of money to get one or two horses to decorate their shop. Hsu Fengnian did not care about the boorish men in the courtyard who were full of vulgar words. However, the relatively quiet diners at the tables on the first floor of the inn were not simple. Among them, the diners at the two tables in the corner were all strong men. Most of them had the valiant spirit of soldiers that Hsu Fengnian was familiar with. The moon surrounded by stars was a white-haired old man with a conspicuous red mole between his eyebrows. He looked calm.
A handsome and unruly swordsman in white sat alone at a table, drinking wine leisurely. His white scabbard was wrapped with silver threads, and the golden tassel on his sword was very eye-catching. The seniors of Jianghu had earnestly advised him not to reveal his true colors, but this swordsman did the opposite. He definitely had something to rely on.
At the other table sat a young woman and a young girl, dressed in silk and satin. In the chaotic Duck Head Green Inn, they looked especially pure. The young girl had red lips and white teeth, and looked seventy to eighty percent similar to her mother. When Hsu Fengnian went upstairs, he caught a glimpse of the child standing innocently on the bench from the corner of his eye, asking her mother to eat this and that. The young woman with an oval face had a lot on her mind. Her face was gloomy, but she forced a smile to deal with the child's coquettishness.
Hsu Fengnian did not plan to go out to find food. He exhaled a mouthful of turbid air and reached out to cover his ears. His fingers were placed behind his head, and his index finger overlapped with his middle finger. He slid it down and lightly tapped the back of his head twenty-four times, knocking on several major acupoints of the Feng Mansion's Phoenix Pond. It was the Great Yellow Courtyard's Double Cry Heavenly Drum Sinking Heavenly Water. Inside his body, the sword aura rolled and rolled like a dragon wall. It could be said that he was in an abyss of suffering.
After the time it takes to burn a stick of incense, he heard the sound of the door next door opening and closing. Judging by the weight of the footsteps, it was undoubtedly the mother and daughter. Hsu Fengnian stopped breathing and took off his outer garment. He sat cross-legged on the bed and flipped through the saber manual. The sixth page was the incomparably domineering Sword Aura Opening Shu Style. The seventh page was the Thin Stream Swimming Fish Style. According to the rough annotations in the words, it was probably Wang Xianzhi's enlightenment when she crossed the stream to catch fish when she was young. It was combined with the quintessence of a sword expert who returned from the Martial Emperor City with his sword broken. It was like a fish swimming in water. It was also like a mountain range that stretched endlessly. Hsu Fengnian could not grasp the context of this style. He sighed and lay back, closing his eyes and concentrating. The Great Yellow Courtyard was the supreme heart sutra of Taoism. Hsu Fengnian had been forced to clear his mind and restrain his desires for the past two years. It was glorified as "Golden Chamber Sealing", which made people go crazy. If word got out, he would be laughed at to death by Li Hanlin.
Hsu Fengnian bent his finger and lightly flicked the scabbard of the Spring Thunder Saber. He heard the light tapping sounds from next door and the tender voice of a child singing a Beimang ballad. It was faintly melodious and had a unique charm. "The green grass grows next year, the wild geese go and come back again. The spring breeze blows this year, will the Young Master return? The green grass is green on the green flagstones. On the green flagstone bridge, a man in green hums a tune from Jinling. Whose daughter smiles with her head lowered … "
Hsu Fengnian felt comfortable listening to the song. He smiled and pricked up his ears to listen to the ballad. However, the good times did not last long. A violent sound of horse hooves could be heard and even the inn shook. The jingling stopped and the ballad stopped. Hsu Fengnian sat up and walked to the window. He saw that in the dust, nearly a hundred armored cavalrymen had swarmed in. The leader was a white-robed young master riding a black steed that had been tamed by the King of Wild Horses. He directly smashed the inn's courtyard door. Other than five or six cavalrymen who followed him into the courtyard, the rest of the cavalrymen stopped outside the inn. Dust rose everywhere. The cavalrymen and horses were one entity. This kind of tacit silence and solemnity was far more suffocating than shouting and provoking. Hsu Fengnian glanced at the general sitting on the black steed. He held an iron spear in his hand and wore a Xianbei hairstyle with a jade buckle. However, he was one nobility lower than the woman with a mink forehead.
Hsu Fengnian directly closed the window. What the eye doesn't see, the heart doesn't grieve over. Since there were no nursery rhymes to listen to, and he didn't want to compete with the saber manual that he had stolen, a flying sword, Peach Blossom, flew out from Hsu Fengnian's sleeve. It floated in the air, calmly holding his breath and shaking the green lotus. He controlled the pocket-sized dagger to fly around the house, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, like a naughty child flying a kite.
If it was in the Liyang Dynasty where the heads of the Wulin's ambitious and ruthless people would have long had their courage crushed by the cavalry. Never did they expect that in this Northern Mang's Dragon's Waist Province, the men sitting at the table in the courtyard knew that there were over a hundred elite light cavalry outside. Not only did they not avoid the brunt of the attack, but they also drew their sabers, drew their swords, and raised their axes. They did not even exchange a few pleasantries before more than twenty people charged over. The six or seven riders did not panic in the face of danger. Aside from the two riders who were protecting the wealthy master who was dressed in bright clothes and riding a furious horse, the rest of the warhorses retreated. The riders drew their bows and shot arrows together. The first wave of flying feathers accurately nailed into several people's foreheads, the tail of the arrows still trembling slightly. These men's blood was stirred. Not only did they not shrink back, they instead became even more unafraid of death. The two riders pulled up the reins. The warhorses suddenly raised their hooves high and heavily stomped down, crushing the chests of two men who were close to them. However, one of the riders was immediately stabbed under the armpit by a Jianghu person who took advantage of the gap to sneak in. Then, his head was chopped off with an axe. The flying axe continued to fly towards the noble on the dark horse, but it was easily pushed aside by the disdainful look on the latter's face with two fingers. The other rider's situation was even more tragic. His warhorse's foreleg was cut off. Fortunately, he was wearing armor, which blocked several sabers and swords, so he did not turn into a hedgehog. However, he still could not escape death. When his warhorse fell to the ground, his head was also chopped off by a sword. This bloody battle naturally appeared inexplicable in the eyes of outsiders, but the real bloody scene had yet to come. Li Wuliang's eyes were filled with shock.
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