The six hundred riders had already passed through half of Green Snake County, but the Pearl Commandant, Huang Xiaokuai, still had not seen His Royal Highness. He was a bit impatient. If something happened to His Royal Highness, he was just a small commandant of Lingzhou. Even if he went to see the general, he would not be able to compensate for this crime. However, with Lingzhou's deputy general, Han Laoshan, comforting him, Huang Xiaokuai could only suppress his annoyance. After all, General Han had the special honor of being the general's personal retainer for more than a decade. He knew everything about the prince's manor in Mount Qing Liang. This made Huang Xiaokuai feel a bit more at ease. Beiliang did not lack generals and warriors like Dong Yueqi, who had enjoyed glory and wealth for many years and lost their nature. However, there were also many honest people like Huang Xiaokuai who were deeply grateful and conscientious. The end of the Spring and Autumn War had only been a generation ago. This large manor in Beiliang had the Beimang barbarians eyeing it covetously from the north. Many people still remembered the bloody smell of war on themselves or their parents.
Outside a wine shop, the wind and snow were howling. Large snowflakes rustled down like goose feathers. Two men, who were a generation younger than each other, sat opposite each other. They ordered two pots of extremely hard to drink but very good at warming their stomachs. They each drank slowly. There were very few customers in the wine shop. A long spear without tassels was placed on the table. This made the wine shop's shopkeeper's desire to ask for a sky-high price somewhat dwindle. The heroes of Jianghu who could openly carry weapons on the Northern Liang Path were not simple. The owner covered his hand and couldn't help but take a few more glances at the shabbily dressed young master. He didn't look like a poor person. Why would he go out in such a shabby outfit in the bitter cold? Was he not afraid of freezing to death on the streets? This unreasonable God was a pitiful person who couldn't make it through the winter and spring socializing every year.
Hsu Fengnian, who had been beaten up miserably along the way, drank a mouthful of strong wine. His entire body felt relaxed. Xu Yanbing slowly said, "Hundred rivers flow into the sea, ten thousand streams return to their origin. Practicing the sword, the blade, and the spear, in the end, is all about forging the body, spirit, and will. However, to put it nicely, it's a summary. To put it bluntly, it's just empty logic. However, he had no choice but to say it. When Xu Yanbing left his sect to roam Jianghu, his senior apprentice-brother Wang Xiu and Li Chungang of the Spring and Autumn Sword and Armor were at the peak of Jianghu. He heard a lot of praises. Among them, Huang Longshan, who had monopolized the Spring and Autumn Sword Armor, said, "It's laughable that people are short-sighted.., they didn't know the sword Qi.....".... At first, when he heard it, he only thought it was some literary praise. Later, when he really stepped into the Mysterious Finger Realm from Vajra, he realized that these words were not without purpose. No matter how complicated the moves were or how simple they were, they all had to retreat in front of the two words, Divine Will. The world's Divine Will was broken down into countless types. For example, there were many paths under our feet. Among them, the Sword Will path was the most eye-catching, because there were too many swordsmen walking on this path. It created the scene of mountains rising one after another, like an endless dragon vein. Previously, when Xu Yanbing mentioned the Sword Will to His Highness, he did not simply want His Highness to abandon the saber and practice the sword. It was because of the solid foundation of the old God of Swords' Two-sleeved Green Snake and the Sword Tomb that nurtured the Flying Sword. Even if the realm fell, it would only fall in the internal energy. It would not hinder the Spirit from rising from the ground. Especially when His Highness had comprehended it while playing the zither at the Peach Cheeks Pavilion. The Cat Man Han Shengxuan was able to kill the Celestial Phenomenon with the Mysterious Finger. Among the masters in the world, he was second only to Đồng Thái. This was why he was called the Invincible Below the Land Immortals. The battle of life and death for us martial artists is not a debate between famous scholars. We will only do it by hook or by crook. The owner of the Western Sichuan Cottage, who was killed by His Highness, was an example. He could be regarded as a Land Immortal if he was an armchair strategist. However, in front of the real top martial artists who had been tempered in blood, he was not worth mentioning. He was like a paper tiger that would be smashed with a poke. It was said that a poor family could not produce a noble son, and a gentle village could not produce a first-class master. These people walked the Jianghu. Even if they had a high starting point and were very fancy, they did not understand and disdained those unorthodox methods that did not conform to the rules. When facing a master of the same realm, they would only be humiliated. If not, how could they, who were born with famous teachers and secret manuals, not be at the top of the Jianghu? His Highness made Xu Yanbing feel very gratified. It was because of the trip to Beimang. He put himself on the line of certain death and slowly cultivated the realm. He stumbled along the way, but once he got it, it was the real thing. His Highness was not like the younger generation of many famous families in the Jianghu. They had countless secret manuals in their hands, but none of them were written by their own painstaking efforts. If one followed the footsteps of others for a lifetime, how could one become a talent? Back then, I, Xu Yanbing, left the sect for two reasons. Firstly, I was a disciple with a different surname, so I didn't want to compete with my senior brother Wang Xiu for anything. Secondly, I didn't want to be a frog at the bottom of a well. I wanted to see the local customs and customs of the Jianghu with my own eyes, as well as the various immortals who had come out into the world. All these years, when I was drinking and chatting with my senior brother Han Laoshan, he also said that he entered the Jianghu too late, which was why he was stuck at the Finger Xuan realm for so many years. Perhaps he would never be able to ascend to Heavenly Phenomenon in this lifetime. Back then, among the four direct disciples of my master, the one with the highest talent wasn't me, nor was it Wang Xiu. It was Wu Jinling, who had never appeared in the Jianghu before. He entered the Grade at the age of nine, Second Grade at the age of twelve, and Vajra at the age of seventeen.
Hsu Fengnian smiled and said, "It's quite a pity. Otherwise, Beiliang would have one more Great Grandmaster who reached the peak."
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