The few old scholars also got up and left. Whether it was the martial world or Jianghu, not to mention the scholarly and literary circles, in the end, it was up to the young to shine. However, Master Luo was still considerate and quietly left behind a wine bag. Hsu Fengnian shook his head and self-mockingly said, "If it's really a good poem, it's only because I accidentally used up the last bit of talent I had left in my life."
Luo Changhe laughed straightforwardly. "Young Master's modesty makes me feel even more ashamed. For example, my title of Scholar Swordsman sounds like something, but its origin is actually quite unbearable. It's just spending money to get the literary circles to promote it. When drinking with the brothel's famous prostitutes, I accidentally came up with a few lines of poetry. It's really romantic to spend a lot of money to get drunk instead of buying meat. I found a few soft persimmons that the common people hated to the core to play with. When I turned 20, I asked the scholarly and famous people to give me a profound and resounding word. My reputation and reputation snowballed. Such a Scholar Swordsman, if the goods aren't real and the price isn't, how much can he be? Young Master Xu's poem is much more realistic. "
Hsu Fengnian's lips curled up. "Young Master Luo is really a very straightforward person."
Luo Changhe asked, "Since you're so honest with me, can we drink a bowl of wine together?"
The smiling woman surnamed Su helped to pour the wine. Hsu Fengnian and Luo Changhe held their bowls and drank it in one gulp.
Hsu Fengnian laughed softly. "Actually, when it comes to writing poems, my second sister is the one who's really talented. In the past, I wasn't as good as Young Master Luo and only knew how to spend money to buy poems. Looking back now, it's quite silly."
The woman surnamed Su took small sips of wine, her smile becoming more sincere.
Luo Changhe raised his bowl and said, "Which young man isn't frivolous? I'll toast you on behalf of a friend to thank you for your chivalrous help a few days ago. I'll drink first as a sign of respect. "
They each drank another bowl of wine. Luo Changhe's face was already red from drinking. He stood up and said apologetically, "I can't drink anymore."
Hsu Fengnian and the woman surnamed Su stood up at the same time. The latter said softly, "Mister Luo, shall we walk together?"
Seeing Hsu Fengnian secretly winking at him, Luo Changhe, who had a tacit understanding, blushed even more and went to relieve his boredom. Luo Changhe was in a great mood now that his efforts had finally paid off. Along the way, he had been unable to subdue the beautiful young lady by his side. It wasn't until tonight that the young man surnamed Xu was reciting a poem that Luo Changhe suddenly realized that this beautiful young lady didn't like the free and easy style of the past. Luo Changhe was also a decisive person, so he lowered himself to the bottom and used the opportunity of exposing his heart to the young man surnamed Xu to beat around the bush. Sure enough, it worked miraculously and won the young lady's heart. He turned his head and saw the young man surnamed Xu standing in the same place and gave him a thumbs-up. Luo Changhe returned the gesture without saying anything.
Hsu Fengnian picked a secluded direction and walked alone, lying down on the bank of a river.
There were eight prefectures in Beimang. Gusai and Longyao prefectures were adjacent to Beiliang, Youzhou and Fengzhou, while the long and narrow Tangerine prefectures bordered the northern Liyang Dynasty and Liao. North of Tangerine prefectures was Jinxi. Putting aside the farthest places, in the Tangerine prefectures that he was about to enter, there was a martial arts ranking official, Murong Baoding. Of course, Hsu Fengnian was not so bored as to risk his life to fight with such an important figure. This time, he had a clear plan for his trip to Beimang. He went to Liao City to kill people, and he sent the young and strong general Tao Qianzhi to contribute his meager strength to Beiliang. He went to Flying Fox City to find someone, the masked man who had taught a disciple like Chen Zhibao. However, it seemed that his luck was not good. His next plan was to go to Jinxi prefecture to assassinate a descendant of the Imperial Yelu Family, and then temporarily flee south to Tangerine prefecture to find a blacksmith and a blacksmith. Regardless of whether he could find a blacksmith or a blacksmith, his next plan was to rush to the Northern Ice Plains. However, in the middle of this plan, the old abbot of the Two Zen Temples had intentionally or unintentionally disrupted the plan. Hsu Fengnian had almost lost his life in the grassland. He could not say that he hated this old monk, but he had always been very respectful towards him. Moreover, he had taken the living Sariras and Jindan in his sleeves for nothing. However, it would be a lie to say that he was grateful to the old monk. It was not scary to provoke Tuoba Chunsun, but it would be troublesome to implicate the Tuoba Family.
Hsu Fengnian took out a small square wooden box, held it in front of his eyes, and then spun it on his fingertips. Cao Changqing had said that his whereabouts had been exposed, and two people had smelled his scent and wanted to kill him. One of them was the female blind zither player who was ranked fifth among the Ten Great Devils. Was she an expert in the Mystic Finger Killing Vajra Realm? Since she was at the Mystic Finger Realm, which was beyond the first stage of the Vajra Realm, why was she an expert in it? Did this mean that this woman was the most hardworking and most familiar with killing Vajra Realm experts?
Hsu Fengnian flicked the small wooden box and shook his head. He didn't want to be troubled by these unanswered questions. He was looking forward to meeting the swordsmith who was a remnant of the Spring and Autumn Period who was hiding in the marketplace of Orange Prefecture. Only people like the Grand Preceptor of West Chu, Sun Xiji, had reached this realm. It was the same for a small recluse to hide in the wilderness, give lectures in the academy, and escape from the Zen forest. It was already considered not bad to be able to achieve this without making a name for oneself. As for the swordsmith who was hiding in the marketplace, it seemed that he had the least talent and the most expert aura. However, when he thought about the identity of the person that this blacksmith wanted to protect, Hsu Fengnian felt relieved. It was already a magnificent feat to be able to survive. The West Shu Emperor's family produced a Sword Emperor who died in battle due to exhaustion in Beiliang's Iron Hooves.
However, two loyal officials risked their lives to steal the young Crown Prince. One was a scholar while the other was a warrior. The scholar was Zhao Dingxiu, the great scholar of the Spring and Autumn Period. The name of the warrior was unknown. He only knew that he was the one who forged and carried the sword for the Sword Emperor of West Shu for more than 20 years. It was said that a group of people escaped to the cliff in the South Sea and jumped to their deaths. Hsu Fengnian only knew that this was not the case before he left Beiliang. When he was looking for someone in Flying Fox City, it was Xu Xiao who asked him to pass a message. This time, it was his master, Li Yishan, who roughly meant that West Shu's 400-year legacy could continue. However, the prerequisite was that the Crown Prince, who should be in his twenties, had to go to Beiliang. Hsu Fengnian was a little uncertain. West Shu's Imperial Palace was destroyed by the Beiliang cavalry and the legacy was broken. Could such a thing be negotiated? Would that swordsmith kill someone as soon as they met? However, his master must have a countermeasure in the Tide-listening Pavilion. In the past, even if the sky fell, Hsu Fengnian had Xu Xiao to shoulder it. Hsu Fengnian had never paid much attention to these kinds of undercurrents in the imperial court. However, he had been influenced by what he saw and heard since he was young. To say that Hsu Fengnian was a layman in officialdom was indeed to underestimate His Royal Highness, who had a bad reputation on the surface.
Hsu Fengnian sat up, put away the living sarira, and counted with his fingers.
Other than the few old generals left in the Beiliang Army, the biggest force in the core force was probably Xu Xiao's six adopted sons. Chen Zhibao did not need to be mentioned. Yuan Zuozong's loyalty was unquestionable. Ye Xizhen, who had the reputation of "Little Zhao Changling", was good at scheming and had an open personality. However, his relationship with His Royal Highness could only be considered distant. Yao Jian, who was good at searching for dragon sand, was the closest to him other than Chu Lushan. When he was young, he would often follow him to various places in Beiliang to study geography. As for Lu Qiuer, Hsu Fengnian sighed. In the world, only Xu Xiao could see through this fatty's thoughts. He was still too weak. Next were the generals and advisors like Ning Emei and the mighty beast Wei Fucheng. They were also outstanding in their own style. They either set up their own schools or attached themselves to one of the six adopted sons. Naturally, these people also had their own small mountaintop camp, their roots were very intertwined. But compared to the Liyang Dynasty's imperial court, in the end, it was still a bit cleaner. The group of civil officials led by Li Hanlin's greedy father, Li Gongde, was still far from being able to challenge the Beiliang Army. They could only observe the situation and maintain politics.
Hsu Fengnian counted. The only one who could be called his direct subordinate seemed to be Commandant Guo Yi, Huangfu Cheng, who had used the lives of his entire family as a pledge of allegiance.
Hsu Fengnian looked down at the lonely finger that symbolized only one trusted aide. He said to himself, "So miserable."
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