The jianghu had been eventful since ancient times. For hundreds of years, dynasties had come and gone, and the position of the country had changed. The jianghu was also filled with endless disputes.
A few days ago, Senior Han and Steward Zhao had stirred up a major event not long after it had ended. In less than ten days, a new storm had arisen.
The Han family, the seventy-two styles of Bixie Swordplay, the Four Seas Escort Agency … these words appeared frequently in the jianghu recently and could be heard everywhere.
It was impossible to find out who had started this rumor. In just a few days, everyone in Qing 'an Prefecture and the neighboring provinces knew about it.
Among this, countless storytellers in the brothels played a major role.
The Han family's seventy-two styles of Bixie Swordplay were constantly exaggerated. At first, it was only spread as an anecdote of the jianghu. After discovering to their surprise that these things were very popular among the people of the jianghu, countless storytellers seized the business opportunity. Overnight, many storytellers were born.
For example, the Bixie Swordplay was the most profound and mysterious martial arts in the jianghu. The current head of the Han family had only understood a small part of it, but his martial arts were enough to dominate the jianghu. If he could understand half of it, he could become a Great Grandmaster and laugh at the world. When he swung his sword, no one dared to disobey him.
Someone patted his chest and guaranteed that he had seen Senior Han attack and instantly cut down a dozen people with his sword. But he couldn't even see how Senior Han had attacked.
There were also people who focused on the eight trigrams. In thousands of words, they analyzed why Senior Han had married five wives and concubines and still had no children. They proved that the saying, "If you want to practice this martial art, you must first castrate yourself." From a professional point of view, they analyzed how many levels of swordplay Senior Han had understood.
In a short period of time, even many things about Senior Han when he was young were dug up, including his martial arts, enemies, friends, and achievements in his life. If there was a storyteller in Qing 'an Prefecture who could not tell the story of Great Hero Han's life in detail, they would be laughed at by all of their peers. The difficulty of making a living would instantly increase to hell mode.
In short, the Four Seas Escort Agency became popular, and so did Han Dazhong. His fame in the jianghu reached the pinnacle of his life.
Not only the martial artists of the Jianghu, but even the common people also learned about the power of the Han Clan's Bixie Swordplay from the storytellers. They began to admire the peerless swordsman who could move unhindered in the Jianghu with just a single sword.
However, as the leader of the Han Family, he could not feel happy at all.
"Pa!"
The cup splashed on the ground. He didn't know how many teacups he had broken in the past few days.
Just a moment ago, another disciple came to report that a shipment of goods had been stolen last night, and the Han Clan had lost several hundred taels of silver. Moreover, from morning until now, the escort agency had not received a single shipment.
"Have you found out who did this?!" The muscles on Han Dazhong's face twitched, and his words seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.
"I've already sent someone to investigate, but there's still no news." The young man standing in the hall picked up the broken pieces of the teacup and shook his head.
Everyone in the Jianghu knew about this matter, so it was impossible to find out who was the one who first said it. The most important thing to do now was to think of a way to stop the losses and restore the reputation of the escort agency.
"Useless, all of you are useless!" Han Dazhong flew into a rage. He wanted nothing more than to find the despicable person hiding behind the scenes and tear him into pieces. Only then would his hatred be appeased.
This rumor had directly put the Han Clan and the Four Seas Escort Agency on the line.
The goods they were escorting were stolen, and even the disciples who were escorting the goods outside were captured and interrogated about the Bixie Swordplay. Not only did the disciples not know, but even Han Dazhong himself did not know what the Bixie Swordplay was!
It was the best swordplay in the world, and anyone who mastered it would be able to dominate the Jianghu. If the ancestral Swift Wind Swordplay of the Han Clan was that powerful, he, Han Dazhong, would have become a Grandmaster long ago and ruled the Jianghu. Why would he wait until now?
The most despicable thing was that those people thought that he had castrated himself to become a eunuch, and married so many wives and concubines just to cover up his disguise. This made Han Dazhong so angry that he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
The person who spread the rumor was extremely vicious. They must have planned this beforehand and investigated him thoroughly. Otherwise, there would not have been a rumor of him castrating himself.
In his early years, he was accidentally injured in a fight. Although other aspects of his body were not affected, he lost the ability to carry on the family line. Thus, he regarded his son, who was born before that, as the only descendant of the Han family.
Perhaps it was because of Xu Zheng's excessive love and indulgence that caused his son to be involved in a murder case and be targeted by the authorities. He had wanted to use his influence to allow his son to hide outside for a few years and return after the rumors died down. He did not expect that before he could escape from Qing 'an Prefecture, he would fall into the hands of that woman.
The only heir of the Han Clan had been severed. He hated that woman to the core, which was why he had been so anxious to have someone from the Lulin kill her a few days ago …
At this moment, the young man in the hall raised his head. A trace of doubt appeared on his face as he asked, "Master, is the Bixie Swordplay real?"
"Get out!" It was one thing to be humiliated by others, but he did not expect that this good-for-nothing disciple would also stab him in the heart and doubt the authenticity of the matter. Wasn't it the same as suspecting that he, Han Dazhong, was a eunuch?
Han Dazhong finally could not take it anymore. He pointed at him and scolded angrily, "Get out of here!"
"This disciple takes his leave!"
The young man knew that he had asked something he should not have and immediately retreated.
After walking out of the door and passing through a few long corridors, the panic on his face disappeared and was replaced by a gloomy expression. He cursed in his heart, "Old bastard, I've never seen him mention such a powerful martial art. My fellow brothers have never heard of it either. It seems like he has never treated these disciples as one of his own …"
He scoffed at the idea that if one wanted to practice the Bixie Swordplay, they had to castrate themselves. As his disciple, he had served him for many years and naturally knew some of his secrets.
Castration was fake, but there was no smoke without fire. The matter of the Bixie Swordplay made him suspicious. He had long felt that his master had been holding back from them and had never intended to pass on the most powerful martial art to them. Did he want to take it with him to his grave?
As he was thinking this, a servant came over and whispered, "Young master Zheng, the fifth madam wants to discuss something with you."
"Understood. You may leave." The young man said in a low voice. After looking around, he turned around and walked in a certain direction.
At the same time, in the hall, Han Dazhong cupped his hands to an old man sitting across from him and said, "Brother Wang, long time no see. May I know why you have come to visit today?"
The old man smiled and said, "I heard that the escort agency has encountered some difficulties recently, so I specially came to take a look."
"Brother Wang is very considerate." Han Dazhong smiled and felt touched.
Many friends had come to visit the Han family these past few days, but they all asked him about the Bixie Swordplay. There were very few who truly cared about the safety of the Han family.
The two exchanged greetings for a while before the old man stood up and said, "If you have any difficulties, don't hesitate to ask. My Wang family may not be as wealthy as your Han family, but we still have some assets. I believe we can help a little."
"Thank you, Brother Wang!" Han Dazhong cupped his hands again. With this thought alone, he would definitely go to the Wang family to express his gratitude after this matter was over.
"You're welcome." The old man smiled and waved his hand. When he reached the door, he turned back and pretended to casually ask, "I heard that the Han family's Bixie Swordplay is the best in the world. I hope to have a chance to experience it."
The smile on Han Dazhong's face froze and the veins on his forehead began to bulge.
An old servant ran in from outside and said in a panic, "Master, it's not good. Two more shipments have been stolen!"
"Pfft!"
Han Dazhong's face turned pale and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.
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