Chapter 780
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The corners of the old woman's mouth twitched as she remained silent. It was the Qi Refinement Warrior who looked like a beautiful lady from an aristocratic family who explained, "Grand Martial Uncle, you don't know this. The reason why this fiend was demoted to a human-cat is that he has a notorious reputation throughout the Spring and Autumn Period. He has always been side by side with the top three, Huang Longshi, and the Prince of Northern Liang, Xu Xiao, as the three great devils of the world. Besides the fact that Han Shengxuan is the most powerful official in the Liyang Dynasty and the close attendant of the Zhao Family's emperor, he has always liked to torture and kill first-tier experts. Among the four great grandmasters of the martial arts world of the previous generation, the talisman general Hong Jia, who made all the Qi Refinement Warriors in the world helpless, was stripped of his talisman armor by Han Shengxuan's bare hands. He tore his body apart and hung his head on the flagpole. Even the Red Armor Talisman Generals are like this, let alone those first-grade Vajra Realm Jianghu experts. The Northern Mang's Martial Arts Evaluation is more or less a tie. If it wasn't for this Great Eunuch secretly killing countless Vajra Realm Jianghu experts in the past twenty to thirty years, and a few of them being made into cruel Talisman Armors, causing the entire Jianghu to suffer a great loss of vitality, the Liyang Dynasty would definitely have more than five people on the Martial Arts Ranking List! "
The beautiful woman looked at the old woman carefully, "Senior Uncle Master comprehended the Three Zhong Shentong from Celestial Realm. Maybe Han Diaosi saw through it. But I don't know why he didn't do anything in the end."
The young woman said, "Oh." She kicked the snow gently. Her eyes were bright and she was eager to try.
The male Qi trainer who made a fool of himself by sitting on the lake snorted, "No matter how invincible Cat Man is, he is not really invincible in the world. Otherwise, Cao Guanzi wouldn't have entered the palace so many times. How would he dare to challenge our Guanyin Sect alone?"
He was a typical frog in the well. There was no shortage of such people in the big sects. The mouth of the well was just a little bigger, but they thought it was as big as the world. However, although Guanyin Sect was isolated in the South Sea, it really had the foundation to be arrogant and look down on the Jianghu. However, this Qi Refinement Warrior's arrogance was somewhat inappropriate in the face of the Handiao Temple, which was one of the few top-notch experts.
The old woman didn't help the younger generation to look down on the Jianghu on the land. She shook her head and said bluntly, "If Han Shengxuan really wants to kill someone, only the master of our sect can fight him after he comes out of seclusion. And the chance of winning is very small."
As soon as she said this, there was a sudden silence.
The old man in black walked all the way until dawn. He came to the outside of Jiangnan's Shenwu City. The city gate was not open. He waited quietly outside, mingling with some people who came from outside the city. At night, there was a foot of snow inside and outside the city. An old villager in thin clothes drove a cart of charcoal across the ice path at dawn. In order to sell it for a good price, he and the cart had obviously come early. There was still a period of time before the curfew was lifted. The old man selling charcoal knew that the winter snow was very cold. He got off the cart and fiercely stomped his feet, shivering. He couldn't bear to use his shoes to sweep the snow away. He bent down and used his hand to sweep a small space beside the cart. Only then did he pick up his young grandson who was wearing a tattered cotton felt hat and let him stand in the circle without snow. The old man and the young depended on each other. Neither of them felt at ease leaving the other. They could only grit their teeth and bear the bone-piercing cold in the snow. The child's skin was dark and his body was skinny. He leaned against the cart to block the cold air. He didn't forget to stand on his tiptoes and hold one of his grandfather's hands, trying to help warm it up.
The scholars in the city who wore fur coats and brocade could take advantage of the snowy weather to write poems around the stove. The burning charcoal was as warm as spring. They could eat and drink to their heart's content and moan a few sentences about how spring would come if the winter wasn't austere? How could the newly frozen brush be too lazy to mention? How could the mellow wine in the clay stove be warmed? However, very few people knew that in this kind of weather that could kill people, the poor people would be so miserable that they couldn't bend their knees. The old man in black with a head full of silver frost glanced at the top of the city wall and then looked at the pair of grandfather and grandson who were selling charcoal. There was not the slightest fluctuation in his eyes. Since they weren't people of the palace, he didn't care about Jianghu matters and didn't kill Jianghu people. After leaving the palace, he didn't care about Jianghu at all. Otherwise, with his temper, he would have already killed the group of Qi cultivators who were unwilling to submit to the court last night, especially that old woman.
To him, he was no longer the powerful Han Diaosi in the palace. He was just the eunuch Han Shengxuan who had abandoned his own son.
Before that pitiful woman died, she entrusted Zhao Kai to him and not to the son of the Zhao family. The kindness of a meal was enough for Han Shengxuan, who could distinguish between kindness and hatred in his life, to repay it with his life.
Han Shengxuan's eyes turned cold.
The city gate slowly opened. A woman in white walked in slowly. She walked to the back of the cart and quietly pushed it.
The old man who was selling charcoal noticed that something was wrong. He sighed and pulled the old bull to stop the charcoal cart. The young child with frostbite on his fingers jumped down from the cart. He looked at the fairy sister behind the cart with a confused expression.
The woman stood still and asked with a smile, "Why did the cart stop?"
The child didn't dare to speak. The sister in front of him was really too beautiful.
The Grand Uncle of Guanyin Sect bent down and touched his head. He smiled and said gently, "I'm selling charcoal girl. What about you?"
The child hid his hands behind his back and answered timidly, "Beside the water."
He quickly added with a red face, "My mother gave birth to me beside the water."
The woman laughed and said, "Then you can call me Sister Selling Charcoal."
The child didn't have such courage. He mumbled and didn't dare to answer. He ran back to the front and hid beside his grandfather. The barefooted woman leaped onto a rag laid on top of a cart of charcoal. She sat down quietly, and the old ox moved even more briskly.
Han Shengxuan, who was surging with murderous intent, retracted his hand and didn't enter the city.
He waited quietly for Hsu Fengnian.
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