(I originally wanted to be lazy and upload it tomorrow, but after thinking about it, I decided not to. I'll just take it as Li Chungang's death and use the author's mouth to finish the story. PS: If a new top scorer appears in the future, try your best to express your gratitude ~ try your best ~)
If Xu Fengnian changed his face again, he would be in line with First Madame Shu Xiu's crafty taste. Indeed, he could not be more scholarly. The Spring and Autumn Sword had already recognized him as its master. It withdrew its river-like sword intent and slung it on his back. He was already tall and slender, so he looked even more handsome. The only thing missing was an ancient temple sitting in the wilderness. Otherwise, when Hsu Fengnian entered the dormitory to read under the light, he might be seduced by the Fox Fairy.
The geography of Orange Province was actually not much different from that of the Central Plains. There were also some towering mountains and steep ridges, but compared to the mountains and rivers of the south, it had a rougher feeling that it couldn't be carefully chewed. Along the way, Hsu Fengnian, other than nurturing his sword, spent most of his energy on deciphering the knot strands on the seventh blade. Stones from other mountains could be used to polish jade. In the battle in the small alley, the blind zither player had played like a child's Eighteen Strokes of the Hujia. Although he had dodged in a hurry, he had benefited greatly afterward. Since Hsu Fengnian had fulfilled his wish and successfully persuaded This Old Man to go to Nanzhao, he was in no hurry. Now that he had arrived at the fork in the mountain, he saw a simple wine shop with a flag that kept falling down no matter how strong the wind blew. A young woman with an enchanting figure was standing at the door and stretching. As she twisted her waist, the unique charm of a mature woman swayed out.
When she saw Hsu Fengnian, the handsome scholar, her eyes lit up and she immediately trotted over. She took the young man's arm and dragged him to the wine shop. She squeezed and squeezed, not forgetting to raise her charming eyes and stared straight at Hsu Fengnian. Seeing his face full of righteousness, she smiled tenderly and said, "Young master, don't pretend. I know you're this old Taoist's bird."
Hsu Fengnian no longer purposely pulled a long face and looked like a lecher who hit it off with an adulterous couple. He laughed and said, "Auntie has good eyes."
Auntie!
It was the young woman's turn to lose her composure. She said sweetly, "You're so naughty. I'm only eighteen."
Hsu Fengnian said honestly, "Your daughter is 18, right?"
"Little enemy, go to hell!"
The young woman had a charming smile on her face as she spoke flirtatious words. She took out a dagger from her sleeve and stabbed it towards Hsu Fengnian's waist.
Hsu Fengnian's expression didn't change as he carried the book box on his back. He held the dagger between two fingers and said helplessly, "Auntie, please don't be like this. I'm just here to quench my thirst. Since it's for money, it's not for free. "
The woman, who was quite charming, was still smiling. She squinted her eyes and said, "How can silver be enough? Even the body and a hundred catties of meat should be enough to make meat buns for me!"
She pulled the dagger a few times, but it didn't move at all. Her eyes revealed some surprise. She shouted towards the tavern, "Come out quickly! I've run into a tough nut to crack!"
Hsu Fengnian looked at the dozen or so strong men rushing out and didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
That kid Wen Hua would definitely like such a wonderful Jianghu.
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It was supposed to be the time when the tea before the Ming Festival and the tea before the rain were in high demand, but the small teahouse in Liucheng still had little business. The owner of the teahouse, who was not naturally suited for business, did not care, nor did the eccentric young lady, who had just arrived, care. However, Wen Hua was anxious. It was not a good idea to eat scallion noodles with fried eggs every day. In any case, they should order some meat dishes every now and then, right? Wen Hua was trying to attract customers on the street. His mouth was dry, but he did not invite a single customer into the teahouse to sit down. He glanced at the old parrot hanging in the birdcage at the entrance, which was still calling out incessantly. He was so angry that he took down his wooden sword and fiercely knocked on the birdcage. However, this feathered beast imitated its words vaguely, but it had learned enough from its owner, Old Man Huang, to remain calm in the face of change. Wen Hua shrunk his head back. When he saw Old Man Huang drinking tea with his back facing him, he stretched out two fingers to pluck the feathers. Just as he was about to succeed, a sunflower struck the back of his hand. Wen Hua wanted to dodge, but it was simply too late. He glared at the little girl. This little girl was slender and elegant. Although her complexion was not too good, looking at her while eating could still increase one's appetite. Unfortunately, Wen Hua boasted that he had turned over a new leaf. After falling in love at first sight for who knows how many times, he finally became enlightened. He made up his mind to uphold his chastity for that girl for the rest of his life. Wen Hua angrily said, "Jia Jia Jia family has married a beautiful cheek. If you hit me again, this young master will really make a move!"
When she first came to the teahouse with a dispirited expression, Old Man Huang, who would not move an inch even if the sky fell and the earth cracked, felt heartache for her. Later, when he introduced her name, he was unwilling to put in any effort, only confirming that her surname was Jia, and the last two were homophones. Wen Hua did not care about anything, as he was born to be at odds with her. Every time he called her name, he would deliberately shout a long string of words. Last month, a scene had happened that scared him so much that he almost peed his pants. A teahouse customer deliberately made things difficult for her, disliking that her tea brewing skills were too shabby. She patiently changed two pots of tea, but the businessman, who had the demeanor of a scholar, was still finding fault with her despite the cold weather. Wen Hua was originally watching the fun, and was happy to see this young lady make a fool of herself. Then, he saw the young lady standing next to the customer chuckling and chopping off his head with a karate chop. If it were not for Wen Hua's quick-wittedness, throwing out a tea saucer to block the karate chop, and then risking his life to stand between the two of them, that head would have been chopped off like a watermelon. Since then, Wen Hua had been on tenterhooks, wishing that he could even keep an eye on her when she went to the outhouse. These days, for the first time, Wen Hua was willing to be an ox or a horse. He did not dare to trouble this young lady to receive the teahouse customers. He would rather she sit cross-legged on the bench by the window, and stare blankly with a sunflower that had been plucked from god knows where on her shoulder.
The young woman chuckled with a stiff expression.
Wen Hua was helpless against her, and he walked into the teahouse embarrassedly before sitting down opposite Old Man Huang. When he saw the young woman didn't follow him, he said in a low voice, "Your granddaughter? Does she need to be spoiled like you? Just like last time, isn't it against the law to kill someone? "
The old man with white hair took a sip of tea and said calmly, "My daughter killed a few people, yet it's against the law? Which clan's rules are these? Which country's laws are these? If it was 20 years ago, you could have asked those Emperors and Monarchs to answer and see who would nod. "
The corners of Wen Hua's mouth twitched as he said, "Old Man Huang, you don't even make a draft when you boast. If it's according to what you said, then wouldn't you be on equal footing with the Zhao Clan's Son of Heaven?"
The old man glanced sideways at the Wooden Sword Wanderer that personally taught him the sword technique, and he didn't say anything. Wen Hua felt a chill run down his spine from being stared at, and he said, "Alright, alright, alright. You're formidable, alright? Since you're so boastful, then I'll make three large bowls of onion noodles for you tonight. Otherwise, you'll surely be hungry to the point you won't be able to sleep."
The old man that possessed an elegant aura waved his hand and said, "I'll go make a bowl right away."
Wen Hua said angrily, "If I don't go, then do you really think I'm a lackey?"
Then he stretched out his hand and said with a mischievous smile, "My family's Little Nian said that a man can't be subdued by force! Only riches and honor can allow me to be obscene. So, give me money first! "
The old man hovered over the teacup, so Wen Hua immediately squeezed out a flattering smile and made an action of putting a towel on his shoulder. He ran away, but he muttered, "See if I'll add a fried egg for you. Heh, I didn't even put a few pieces of onion for you!"
The old man turned his head and raised his voice, and he shouted with a smile, "Little girl, come, come, come. Sit closer and drink tea with me."
The little girl sat at the table next to him and sat cross-legged, and then she plucked the sunflowers one by one. The two of them still had their backs to each other.
The old man didn't mind, and he drank the coarse tea mouthful by mouthful. Wen Hua's legs were nimble, and the onion noodles weren't strenuous work. After eating that bowl of noodles with onion noodles that were so pitiful that they could be counted on one's fingers, he didn't fuss over every ounce with the kid in front of him. After he put down his chopsticks, he sighed with emotion, "Little Wen, among those people on the martial arts evaluation, who do you think is the real expert?"
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