At dinner time, Xu Fengnian went to the meeting alone. In Youyan Villa, apart from Zhang Bingling, Zhang Chunlin, and the wife, there were also two good friends that Zhang Bingling had known for half of his life. One was called Cao Yu, who used a pair of dragon tendon whips. After entering the second grade master realm at the age of forty, he had been stagnant for ten whole years. Not only did he not show any signs of entering the first grade, he even showed signs of going against the current. In these years, he had been traveling all over the place, looking for experts to spar with, but he still didn't make any progress. The other was a famous swordsman, his name was Duan Mao. The so-called famous swordsman was only someone who rarely met his match in a province. He walked the unorthodox path, not the mind. He could be considered as Đồng Thái's disciple and grand disciple. Jianghu was like this, staring at the top figures with their eyes wide open, thousands of juniors would imitate them wholeheartedly. Duan Mao's proudest achievement was that he didn't enter the second grade, but he relied on his strange swordsmanship to defeat two masters. Cao Yu and Duan Mao, in the local Jianghu, could be said to be the top figures in the province with a sneeze. Who knows how many Jianghu people would try their best to be apprenticed to a master. After all, most people wouldn't be able to come in contact with those flying immortals in their lifetime. Those who could barely control a sword were almost invincible sword immortals. The Wu family sword tomb boy controlled a sword to break a butterfly. This kind of saying was only heard, no one would take it seriously.
Cao Yu and Duan Mao were both experienced in Jianghu and knew to avoid the taboo. They didn't bother about Hsu Fengnian's secret identity, but the desire in their eyes couldn't be hidden. One was eager to stabilize his realm, not to reach the legendary first grade, but to not fall out of the second grade. The other was a swordsman, and suddenly met Hsu Fengnian, a terrifying hidden immortal who could control hundreds and thousands of swords. He eagerly wanted to get a few words of advice from the white-haired sword immortal, which might make his swordsmanship improve by leaps and bounds. It was a pity that the Land Immortal, whose real age was unknown, never spoke. Fortunately, Cao Yu and Duan Mao did not have high expectations. They felt proud to be able to sit at the same table and have a meal. In the future, when they walked out of Youyan Mountain Villa and talked with their peers and juniors, it would be a shocking and wonderful story. You've heard of Li Chungang summoning a sword at Bull Mound, but have you ever seen someone riding a thousand swords to split a lake and kill an immortal?
After eating and drinking to his heart's content, Duan Mao asked indirectly, "Senior Xu, are the white-robed deities on the lake really Qi Cultivators from the Guanyin Sect of the South Sea? Senior, you're able to fight against a dozen by yourself. At the very least, you're at the Finger Profound Realm, right? "
Hsu Fengnian, who got the title of senior for no reason, felt funny in his heart. He was expressionless, as if he was reminiscing about the peak battle on the lake. In the eyes of Cao Yu and Duan Mao, it was not conceit, but the reservedness that an expert should have. After dinner, everyone moved to a unique and elegant garden in Youyan Mountain Villa. Purple bamboos were planted everywhere. The heavy snow pressed the bamboo leaves, which were overwhelmed. From time to time, there was the sound of bamboo breaking. In the snowy night, there was a small red clay stove. The most graceful maid in the residence was warming wine with her hands. There was also a sword immortal with a head full of frost. Cao Yu and Duan Mao, who had never had such an experience, were already drunk before drinking. If this was spread out, how could it not be a beautiful story in Wulin?
Duan Mao sighed with emotion, "Senior, you used the snow as thousands of swords. It's really the work of an immortal. Duan Mao will engrave it in his mind and yearn for it."
Cao Yu was not willing to fall behind. He clapped his hands and praised, "Although I don't practice sword, I have no regrets in this life after seeing senior's battle on the lake! I only regret that I didn't take my sword to Jianghu back then! "
Hsu Fengnian was absent-minded. It was as if he had returned to the time when he was a hedonistic prince and was flattered by the disciples around him. He was lost in thought.
At this moment, a dazzling purple robe with an extremely bright color walked into his line of sight.
Her purple dress complemented the purple bamboo forest under the lantern's light.
The corners of her dress were pulled up into a knot, making her figure even more graceful.
She did not sit down. Instead, she said a superfluous sentence to Hsu Fengnian, "I still won't fight."
Hsu Fengnian said in surprise, "I know."
Xuanyuan Qingfeng silently turned around.
Zhang Chunlin's eyes were fixed. His mind was swaying. It was not inferior to the time when they watched the battle on the lake.
How could there be such a seductive woman in the world?
Hsu Fengnian's body leaned slightly, his elbow resting on the edge of the couch. The corner of his mouth curled up. This woman actually had a guilty conscience?
Zhang Chunlin asked carefully, "Benefactor, who is this lady?"
Hsu Fengnian smiled. "We just met by chance."
Cao Yu and Duan Mao swallowed at the same time. Their expressions were somewhat unnatural. This was because they both remembered a rising woman in the jianghu. She was also dressed in purple all year round and came from Mount Hui's Great Snow Plateau. Outsiders only knew that an unexpected disaster had occurred at Bull Hill. A purple lightning bolt as thick as a mountain had struck down. Almost all of the top experts in the Xuanyuan family who could shoulder the burden had died. They had thought that after the men of the Xuanyuan family were all dead, the family would decline. Unexpectedly, Xuanyuan Qingfeng appeared out of nowhere. Rumors spread everywhere. Everyone said that she was a demoness who liked to cook hearts and livers. Moreover, she was good at harvesting yang to nourish her yin. She was extremely vicious. Everyone had the right to kill such a vicious woman who harmed the martial arts world. Most importantly, she was inextricably linked to the Heir of Beiliang. Ordinary righteous people would not dare to act rashly.
Hsu Fengnian suddenly closed his eyes and wiped his forehead with a finger.
He lowered his head and pretended to drink, but he gritted his teeth. The porcelain cup did not move at all. The wine in the cup swirled like a tornado.
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