As Lidong approached, a strange old man appeared at the Xiamawei Post House. His white eyebrows were long and slender like willows. Xuanyuan Qingfeng only knew that this old man had barged into the courtyard a few days ago and had a few words with Hsu Fengnian. After that, he left the hospital and returned. These days, Hsu Fengnian had changed. He still ate, talked, and slept, but Xuanyuan Qingfeng still felt that something was wrong. The snow gradually stopped. Youth Wu placed the snowman that had been moved to the corridor back into the courtyard. Today, the clouds parted and the world was suddenly illuminated. Hsu Fengnian was lying on a rattan chair. The white-browed ancestor of unknown identity was nowhere to be seen.
The snowman stood under the Dragon Claw Locust Tree, and Xu Fengnian stared at it in a daze. Xuanyuan Qingfeng moved a rattan chair to the side, and after lying down, he rocked back and forth, babbling. When a woman stood up, she stuck out her chest, causing her twin peaks to rise. That was nothing, but when she lay down, it was especially spectacular, showing her true elegance. Xuanyuan Qingfeng asked, "Who's that old man?"
These days, Hsu Fengnian would answer every question. He didn't put on a stern face for anyone. Instead, his temper gradually improved. "He only said that he would exchange arms with Li Chungang."
Xuanyuan Qingfeng began to stir up trouble again. "Isn't Old Sword God Li half your master? Your enemy is right in front of you. Why don't you draw your sword? "
Hsu Fengnian laughed softly. "One sword, one sword. Why would Li Chungang need others to avenge him? Besides, Old Huang is his disciple. "
Xuanyuan Qingfeng frowned. "The toothless Jian Jiuhuang is this old man's disciple?"
Hsu Fengnian nodded.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng hesitated for a moment. In the end, he still asked, "What happened?"
Hsu Fengnian stared straight at the snowman. Just before Xuanyuan Qingfeng's patience reached its limit, he said, "Xuanyuan Qingfeng, your dream is to become a martial artist like Wang Xianzhi? To become the empress of Liyang Lake? But I know that this is something that happened after the Battle of Bull Gang. What was your earlier dream? "
Xuanyuan Qingfeng said calmly, "My father can walk into my mother's courtyard and drink the osmanthus wine together during the mid-autumn reunion."
Hsu Fengnian returned the favor and said with a smile, "When I was young, my dream was to be a hero who punishes evil. It doesn't matter if I use a sword or a saber, but I must uphold justice. First, I must avenge my mother. Then, I will go to Jianghu and make a name for myself. It would be best if I could find a good woman like my mother in Jianghu. At that time, I didn't think about whether I would become the King of Beiliang in the future, because I never thought that Xu Xiao would grow old. "
Then he stretched out his finger and pointed at the snowman. "The dream is that little snowman. It can't be sold for money. Only children would treat it as a treasure and wouldn't trade it even if there were mountains of gold and silver. But at our age, most people don't like to talk about dreams anymore. They feel that it's pretentious and unrealistic. Take me for example. I don't have any hope in my dream of becoming a hero in Jianghu. You and I are just trying to cheat each other and trade with each other. In the future, those Jianghu people who rely on Beiliang will only be sold based on their abilities to get an official position. What I said on the royal road earlier isn't a dream, it's a responsibility. Your dream now isn't a dream either, it's an ambition. Among the people I know, only two people really have dreams, and they haven't changed after all these years. But our dreams, once the snowman melts under the sun, it's gone. Their dreams are that even if the snowman is gone this year, they will wait for the heavy snow next year to make another snowman, year after year. "
Xuanyuan Qingfeng said with a smile, "One of them is Jiang Ni, who wants to kill you, and the other is Wen Hua, who only wants to be a swordsman and be able to afford an iron sword."
Hsu Fengnian nodded. "That's right. When you grow up, you feel that your dreams are very childish. Those aren't dreams at all. "
Hsu Fengnian said calmly, "Wen Hua is a fool who values his dreams more than his life. It's because he has something valuable that I don't have that I admire him. Smart people like to laugh at others for not shedding tears until they see the coffin. Wen Hua has always been that fool who is laughed at. When he was young, he carved bamboo swords, perhaps because he was laughed at by his family. When he grew up, he still carried a wooden sword, which was laughed at by his fellow villagers. After I met him, I also laughed at him every now and then for his one-track mind and that he deserved to be a good-for-nothing. After we separated, sometimes I thought of Wen Hua. I felt that if this kid were to roam the Jianghu one day and was really killed, I would definitely avenge him and wipe out his enemies. This time, that Wen Busheng who appeared in the capital, I actually didn't want it to be Wen Hua. It's not that I'm afraid that my brother will steal the limelight, but I also practice swordsmanship and martial arts. I know better than anyone what I want to gain and what I have to pay. I, Hsu Fengnian, am the heir of Beiliang. Many of the things that I have to pay may sound very frightening, but because of my strong family background, it's not like I won't be able to climb up in the future. But who is Wen Hua? He's just an ordinary commoner. What can he pay other than his dreams that are more important than his life? Beiliang's foundation is already under the covetous eyes of Beimang in Liyang. They can't afford to lose a single battle, let alone Wen Hua. "
Xuanyuan Qingfeng said indifferently, "Therefore, Wen Hua is Wen Busheng."
Hsu Fengnian stood up and walked to the old locust tree to squat down. Hsu Fengnian followed behind him as if he was possessed by gods and gods. Reaching out, he dug out a handful of snow from the ground and piled it on top of the snowman. He lightly patted it a few times. "Wen Hua's two sword moves were taught by Huang Sanjia on his behalf. He is the great benefactor who made Wen Hua's dreams come true. Huang Sanjia wanted him to kill me. If it were you who wanted to kill me, regardless of whether you succeeded or not, you would have a very high chance of escaping unscathed. Xuanyuan Qingfeng, what would you do?"
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