Seeing the young man retreating after causing trouble, the man whose family had been tyrannical for generations in Liaodong was too lazy to beat him up. He was born with a short stature, but his wife was tall and enchanting. Not to mention other things, just her slender legs almost reached his ribs. A woman of this height was rare even in the north, let alone in the south. What was even more remarkable was her well-proportioned body and her twin peaks. Even though she was wearing a thick fur coat, she was unwilling to be left out. Beside them were two pairs of celestial couples who had deep connections with their families. They were all in their thirties. The men were masculine while the women were graceful. When the four of them saw this scene, which could not be said to be harmonious, they looked at each other and smiled. They did not agree, but there was pity in their eyes. However, they did not say a word of justice for the young stranger. When roaming the Jianghu, one should help those close to him and not those who were reasonable. Almost no one noticed that the spineless young man quietly made an imperceptible gesture of waving his hand after leading the horse and before pressing down the fox fur hat. Except for Zhou Qinghu, who had been watching coldly, because this woman's eyes were fixed on Xu Qi, whom she had met for the first time on the Dragon Tail Slope. She could not understand how a man who could make dozens of big devils retreat in the face of difficulties, who could be invited by the Devil Cult to climb the mountain and be conferred the title of Marquis, could be so down and out.
Zhou Qinghu hesitated for a moment and walked to the side of the man who continued to look at the bleak winter scenery of Spring Shen Lake. Xu Zhan, who had been with her day and night these days, followed closely behind. Xu Zhan, who carried an ancestral long stick on his back, walked a few steps and was quickly recognized by some sharp-eyed guys. These days, Snow Mountain Villa had set up several arenas on Spring Shen Lake that cost a lot of money. In addition to the main arena that was stolen by the Purple Clothes of Mount Hui Mountain, there were several smaller arenas, which were also full of masters. Xu Zhan amazed everyone in one of the arenas. He fought with an old swordsman in the northwest for 400 rounds and still won. Then he successfully defended the arena for four consecutive rounds before being defeated by the famous swordsman in the southeast, Xie Huaibai, who was thousands of miles above Xu Zhan. Everyone suddenly remembered that Xu Zhan's father, Xu Dachu, had written "Observing Skills Scripture" and was once one of the top masters in the world. Because of Xu Zhan's skills, the declining Xu family was regarded by many martial arts seniors, especially masters in the Two Huai River, as the hope of the family's revival. The Liaodong swordsman who was shorter than his wife put away his soft whip. Seeing Xu Zhan's sudden appearance, he thought for a moment and then laughed heartily. He took the initiative to ask, "Are you Xu Zhan, Young Master Xu who carried forward the family's" Observing Skills Scripture "?"
Originally, Xu Zhan did not have a good impression of these arrogant Jianghu heroes, but after being recognized, he still turned around, smiled and cupped his fists in return. He said, "I am Xu Zhan. I have heard from my father's generation that the Feng family of Liaodong is full of masters. They can not only kill a tiger with one whip, but also have superb archery skills. Just the sound of pulling the bowstring can make birds startled and fall from the bow."
When the illegitimate son of the Feng Family of Liaodong heard these words, it could be said that he was tickled by Ma Gu, and it happened to tickle his itch. He felt comfortable all over. If it was someone else who flattered him, he would not take it to heart. But Xu Zhan was different after all. He had profound knowledge that was not inferior to the Feng Family of Liaodong. Xu Zhan himself was also good at martial arts. In the future, he might not be unable to become a first-class master. Feng Maolin, who was famous only in the Liao and Liao regions, had excellent whip skills and archery skills. If the Feng family had not been disliked by Zhao Sui, the King of Jiaodong, it would not have been difficult for Feng Maolin to get a real power with his family's ability. This time, in order to avoid trouble, Feng Maolin did not take the ox horn bow with him to find an opportunity to show his talent in the south to the Quicksnow Mountain Villa. Feng Maolin, who had not mastered the essence of the Feng family's whip skills, knew his own weight. It was very difficult for him to win many battles in a row like Xu Zhan. It was difficult for him to stand out in Jianghu, but it was difficult for the sons of aristocratic families like Feng Maolin. Just because he was born of a concubine, he was suppressed by the son of the first wife. Practicing martial arts was a bottomless pit. A family with ambition to stand out in Jianghu could not take care of everything. Feng Maolin was like this, let alone the sons of ordinary families who practiced martial arts. The double expenses of medicinal materials to exercise their body, the double expenses of accumulating money or borrowing secret books, and the various expenses of moving famous masters to teach the family would make people speechless. Therefore, it was not bad for the sons of aristocratic families like Feng Maolin to practice martial arts. On the other side, Feng Maolin was trying to get close to Xu Zhan. He introduced Xu Zhan, who had become famous after one battle, to the husband and wife of the Feng family of Liaodong. They talked happily.
Zhou Qinhu came to the young Childe who was standing still with his horse. He plucked up his courage and asked, "How did you change your personality? Why is your temper so good?"
Hsu Fengnian turned his head to look at this old acquaintance of his in the Quicksnow Mountain Villa. He smiled and did not speak. Zhou Qinhu recalled that after surviving that series of dangerous situations, he realized that this young master with an obscure background did not seem to be a domineering person. No matter how Hu Chunya rolled his eyes or provoked him, he did not see the slightest bit of anger. Zhou Qinhu glanced at the side of his face. For a moment, he was absent-minded. The reason why he was so calm in everything was because he did not care about the ups and downs of his group of people. Looking at the ups and downs of others' honor and disgrace was like watching children playing. Zhou Qinhu felt a little bored when she thought of this. She turned her head and saw Xu Zhan talking and laughing with that group of people. They called each other brothers as if they regretted not having met each other earlier. During these days in the Quicksnow Mountain Villa, Zhou Qinhu had seen the fickleness of human nature. With Xu Zhan's fame, she was lucky enough to live alone in a courtyard in the villa. People from all walks of life came to the courtyard to make friends. She could not rest for a moment. Xu Zhan also beat around the bush. One time when they sat opposite each other and drank, he almost revealed his heart under the guise of alcohol. However, she still diverted the topic. Zhou Qinhu had a good impression of Xu Zhan who had gone through fire and water with her. Unfortunately, it was not the love between a man and a woman. Zhou Qinhu only wanted to take advantage of her youth to travel more in Jianghu and see more strange stories. It did not matter whether she was accompanied or alone. Perhaps one day, there would be a man who could make her fall in love at first sight. That would be the day she left Jianghu.
There were three reasons why Hsu Fengnian returned to the Quicksnow Mountain Villa under the secret escort of the Men of Sacrifice. The first was to settle things with Lin Hongyuan of the Dragon Palace. She still owed him a Xuan Finger Inscription. The second was to see if she could wait until the young Hierarch Li Yufu to offer a toast to the Wanderer He Zhu's grave on behalf of Miss Hehe. Then she would inform Li Yufu about the child's first enlightenment by the stream. The last was that according to the secret letter, Xuanyuan Qingfeng had slaughtered his opponents in the main arena and seemed to be on the verge of winning the championship. Earlier he had promised to let her sit on the throne of the Wulin Union. If there was a chance, he would help her. Hsu Fengnian herself didn't have many thoughts about Jianghu. Other than the fact that the old bastard of the Zhao family hiding in Mount Longhu was not dead yet, other than that battle in the Eastern Sea that he didn't know whether or not he could fight, and other than the fact that he still missed her and her at Mount Zhulu, he had nothing else to be interested in.
Whether he was willing or not, he had to leave before the matter was over.
Fortunately, this time he was going back to Beiliang with Xu Xiao, who was waiting for him in Xiangfan.
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