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"But once we leave Yongzhou, the situation will improve. Lu Qiu'er has made arrangements in the past two years. Some former Beiliang generals are also in control of the prefectures and counties. By then, there will inevitably be a lot of toasts and banquets. There may be countless concubines and maids vying to warm the bed for this prince. Looking back at the time when I was robbed and lost my horse in the middle of Yongzhou with Old Huang, and I was completely penniless in Jizhou, it is really a completely different world."

The bluebird looked out the window and said:
"Jiang Ni was waiting in the yard with a book and an umbrella."

Xu Fengnian smiled and said:
"She's obsessed with money. Let her in."

Qingniao led Jiang Ni into the house. Xu Fengnian pointed to a bag on the table that Qingniao was responsible for and told Jiang Ni, "Don't rush to study. Grind the ink first. I want to draw something."

There was fine rice paper in the room, but Xu Fengnian was very good at writing with pens. Jiang Ni opened her bag and picked out a piece of Liaowei from Guandong first. However, when she saw the familiar ancient fire clay inkstone, which she had bought and sold on Mount Wudang, Jiang Ni had already thrown it into the Elephant Washing Pool, which was rated as the second best ancient inkstone in the world by Jiang Taiya, the uncle of the Western Chu Emperor. How come it appeared again?

Jiang Ni carefully looked at it and touched it, flipping through the poem on the bottom of the ancient inkstone. It was indeed "Who will compete with the millions of halberd warriors of Western Chu?" Jiang Ni tightly grasped the ancient inkstone, which was warm in winter and cool in summer. He was reluctant to use it to hit the treacherous and despicable prince, so he could only curse with red eyes:
"what happened?!"

Xu Fengnian said with a smile:

"I gave it to you, but you lost it. I am a stingy person, so I went to the bottom of the Elephant Pool and found it back."

Jiang Ni's eyes were moist and her lips were trembling.

Xu Fengnian imitated her tone perfectly: "The magic talisman is mine! Mine! The ancient clay inkstone is mine, and still mine!"

Jiang Ni rushed towards the bastard and cried out in tears: "I will kill you!"

Xu Fengnian turned his head to look at the Records of Yugong Geography, stretched out his leg to block the charging little clay figurine, and said softly: "Okay, stop making trouble, I'll give you this ancient inkstone as a gift."

Jiang Ni cried angrily:
"It was originally mine! You rascal! I'm going to learn sword skills from Li Chungang and stab you to death with one sword!"

Xu Fengnian narrowed his eyes and fell into deep thought.

Regardless of not having learned swordsmanship yet, Xu Fengnian had to use the ancient inkstone to hit the clay figurine on his knees. He said with a sigh:

"Li Chungang? This old man's behavior is really not like that of a sword god..."

After seeing Jian Jiuhuang take action and Jiang Zhiwei's sword, the old man seems a little unlike the sword god in the rumors. Perhaps he had some knot in his heart that was difficult to resolve?
Just like Old Huang, it is said that he was also a spirited swordsman in the past, but after being defeated by Wang Xianzhi, he became Old Huang in the mansion.

I heard this when I was drinking with Lao Huang before setting off. If it weren't for the fact that the Beiliang Palace was making a big move and was about to resurrect the princess and still needed manpower, Lao Huang would have gone to Wudi City to fulfill his wish.

Xu Fengnian's leg was hit by Jiang Ni with a priceless ancient fireclay inkstone for no less than a hundred times. He frowned and said, "If you keep hitting me, my leg will be fine, but your uncle Jiang Taiya's treasure will be ruined. If you, a prodigal girl, don't feel bad, I do."

Jiang Ni vented most of her anger and carefully hid the ancient inkstone. Where could she hide it? Xu Fengnian picked up a stack of cooked rice paper on the table, which he had no expectations for. He was a little surprised that it was not inferior to the tribute Daqian Xuan paper of Jiangnan Road. He took out one of the thin rice papers and shook it. It was as thin as an egg membrane but had excellent toughness. This cooked rice paper that absorbed less ink was more suitable for fine brushwork than raw rice paper. Xu Fengnian was in a good mood and even wanted to ask the owner of the house for dozens of pieces of rice paper before leaving Yingyuan. In this way, Xu Fengnian didn't care whether there was a fire clay ancient inkstone. He personally ground a natural toad-shaped Huanglu stone inkstone on the table, took over the Guandong Liaowei, left Jiang Ni aside, and drew the mysterious pattern on the armor of the red-armored man with delicate memory.

Four sheets of rice paper were used to cover the red-armored man's chest, back, hands, and feet. Then he gradually separated several multi-covered cloud-sewn heavenly books and painted them in single pieces. The clouds were lingering, the star maps were obscure, and there were many Buddhist Sanskrit words. It was really an endless physical job.

Xu Fengnian was working hard to draw these, which was several times more strenuous than practicing swordsmanship. Before he knew it, the mood of heavy rain hitting fat banana leaves had long disappeared outside the window. He only saw the dusk. Xu Fengnian rubbed his eyes, his hands full of ink. Qingniao walked into the room gently and handed him a hot towel. Xu Fengnian wiped his face and hands, looking tired. This job was too exhausting. He was afraid that if he made a mistake in drawing, it would be a thousand miles away. Qingniao said lightly: "Your Highness, those people outside the courtyard have been persuaded by the servants to leave."

Elder Xu Feng exhaled, and subconsciously stroked the precious sword within reach with one hand, and nodded gently:

"I'm busy right now, so I don't have the energy to waste time talking to them. If I think of something but don't have time to write it down, they might lose their official hats and jobs that day. Blue Bird, find out who the owner of this house is. Just a quick look shows that the calligraphy and paintings, bronze artifacts, stone tablets, and famous papers here are of great quality. They are not something that ordinary wealthy people can display. By the way, ask how much of the rice paper on the table is in stock. I want fifty or sixty dollars for use on the road."

The bluebird nodded and left. Xu Fengnian noticed from the corner of his eye that Jiang Ni was standing on tiptoe and peeking at what he had drawn. He was too lazy to expose her and thought of it as a way to repay her for revealing the secret. Sword God and Wooden Horse Ox, when Xu Fengnian remembered these two names, he couldn't help but think of the two swords.

Xu Fengnian shook his neck, picked up the two swords, and came to the yard. Jiang Ni stood in the corridor holding the secret book, reluctant to leave. Every word counted, and today he earned several taels of silver less than usual. Xu Fengnian concentrated his mind and drew out the Spring Thunder, imitating Jiang Zhiwei's sword posture, stabbing it into the ground, but it only inserted a precious sword into the stone slab, without any sword intention. Xu Fengnian stabbed more than ten times in a row, but he couldn't do it, squatting on the ground, silent.

The pattern on Fu Jiang's red armor can be copied, but stealing his sword skills is extremely difficult.

It's a pity that Jiang Ni, who is full of justice, doesn't become a heroine who fights against violence and protects the good. She said angrily:
"How shameless! Stealing my skills!"

In the courtyard next door, Meng Qi and others were naturally also paying attention to Xu Fengnian. They were surprised to see Xu Fengnian imitating Jiang Zhiwei. They didn't expect that Xu Fengnian could imitate Jiang Zhiwei's movements after just one glance. Although he did not have Jiang Zhiwei's sword intent and the realm of unity between man and sword, he was still extraordinary!

Xu Fengnian closed his eyes and slowed down his movements, very slowly, so slowly that he could feel the energy in his body gathering in his right arm holding the knife. He could even feel the slightest trembling of the muscles, and then it merged with the blade and finally concentrated on the tip of the blade.

On Mount Wudang, the bull rider taught the unknown circle-drawing boxing technique. At first, the movements were broken down into slow and gentle movements like clouds and flowing water. Xu Fengnian practiced the fast sword, so the "Lushuiting Jiazi Sword Training Record" he read on the mountain were all about sword techniques. Although sword practice requires speed, he also knows that slow sword is more difficult. Only in the end can he completely forget about fast and slow. There are no more moves in his mind, only one thought and one intention. When the thought leads to the intention, no matter it is a sword or a knife, he will have no worries when he strikes.

But these are all thoughts of the attic in the sky that are almost untraceable. How many warriors in the world have practiced hundreds of thousands of swords and millions of knives to achieve this state?

When the tip of the knife was only an inch away from the ground, Xu Fengnian suddenly exerted force.

One cut or a simple one.

Xu Fengnian felt a little regretful and murmured, "I was in a hurry."

Standing up and putting the sword back, Xu Fengnian stretched himself and said self-deprecatingly:
"Don't worry, don't worry. Listen to Old Huang. You have to eat one bite at a time."

Shang Yi looked at Xu Fengnian and knew that Xu Fengnian was still a little anxious. In fact, Xu Fengnian also knew very well that he started practicing martial arts too late. Although he had Wang Zhonglou's help to make up for the foundation of his internal strength, he had no way to deal with sword intent and knife skills for the time being.

Jiang Ni thought something was going to happen, but she found out it was just thunder and no rain, and curled her lips. Seeing her expression, Xu Fengnian smiled and said:
"Are you kidding me? You are a female swordsman who is about to learn sword skills from the Sword God and is determined to become the new generation of Sword God. Come and lift my sword. If you can hold the sword with your arm horizontally for a stick of incense, I will consider it as you have read 10,000 words."

Jiang Ni raised a sword manual in her hand and said in a serious tone: "Whether you want to listen or not, I will still regard it as reading three thousand words!"

Xu Fengnian shook his head and said, "I won't listen today. I have to draw more while I can remember. Go ahead, I'll give you an extra 3,000 words."

Jiang Ni looked incredulous, fearing that there was another trap. After so many years of continuous losses and calculations, she had already been suspicious. No matter how Jiang Ni thought about it, Xu Fengnian walked into the house, with no distractions, and continued to curse the Qigong master of Longhu Mountain while drawing bitterly.

This job is really like practicing with a slow knife. You have to put your heart and effort into every stroke.

The old sword god Li Chungang walked into the yard at some point. Jiang Ni, who was racking his brains over what to do with the ancient inkstone, stopped and saw the old man coming to the place where Xu Fengnian had stabbed the knife, so he stopped and looked down.

The old man who was wandering around with nothing to do was hooked in by the last knife.

Jiang Ni watched for a while, and seeing that the old man was just in a daze, he left the yard.

Li Chungang bent down, squinted his eyes and looked at the unusually tiny cracks caused by the last stab, and said with a click of the tongue: "Why learn the knife? It's obviously more promising to learn the sword."

The old man tugged at the sheepskin coat, causing the fur to fall off. He turned and left, holding Wu Meiniang's Yu Youwei and standing farther away. The old man glanced at the white cat and the plump beauty, and muttered, "This kid has a problem with his brain. It's fine if he doesn't eat cat meat, but he won't even touch this little girl."

Yu Youwei was furious but didn't dare to say anything.

Old man Li seemed to have lice or something in his crotch, so he scratched it and did whatever he wanted. Fortunately, Yu Youwei didn't see this. She walked straight into the yard and saw Xu Fengnian concentrating on describing something. She hesitated for a moment and prepared to quietly go home.

She had nothing to say, but she felt uncomfortable in a completely unfamiliar place. The courtyard she was in was particularly deep and quiet. There were dozens of green bamboos planted in the courtyard. After reading too many novels about gods, foxes, ghosts and spirits, she always thought that something would float out of the bamboo forest. Compared with green bamboos, she still preferred the lush and beautiful banana trees that were tall and shady. Aren't there a lot of them here?

Xu Fengnian, who had switched from holding a pen in his left hand to holding it in his right hand before Yu Youwei approached, asked with a smile, "What's the matter?"

Yu Youwei replied softly, "Look at the banana tree."

Xu Fengnian was stunned for a moment, then joked, "I can't change the yard, my things are all here, but if you like to see banana trees, I can have someone pull up the big clumps in the yard and pile them up in your yard, how about that?"

Yu Youwei said shyly, "Okay."

Xu Fengnian snapped his fingers, and the elusive blue bird stood beside Yu Youwei. Xu Fengnian smiled and said, "Let someone move the bananas."

Yu Youwei said "No need" and turned around angrily, and even Wu Meiniang stretched out her claws lazily. Looking from the side, the claws slid on the round arc of Yu Youwei's chest. Xu Fengnian, who happened to capture this beautiful scene, was a little dazed.

Xu Fengnian waved his hand, and the blue bird retreated. Then he called out to Yu Youwei and said with a smile, "Come, let's all grind ink."

Yu Youwei asked doubtfully, “Huh?”

Xu Fengnian pointed at the famous Huang Lu inkstone on the table and said, "Grind this."

Pointing at Yu Youwei's chest and making a grinding gesture, Xu Fengnian said with a sly smile: "I'm grinding this."

Yu Youwei blushed and said coquettishly, "You lecher!"

Looking at Yu Youwei who fled in panic, Xu Fengnian leaned back in his chair, without a trace of lust in his eyes. He narrowed his beautiful phoenix eyes and turned to look at the bright moon and sparse stars outside the window after the rain.

"We're almost there, we're about to reach Qingzhou!"

Yu Youwei carried Wu Meiniang and escaped from the house where the Crown Prince was, which was a dangerous place. She did not leave the yard in a hurry. She stood under the banana bush, admiring the plump green bananas that looked like trees but not trees and grass but not grass under the moonlight. She was now beside Xu Fengnian, like a concubine but not a concubine, like a maid but not a maid, without any status, just like the bananas that can be seen everywhere. If one day they are no longer green, they can be plucked and replaced with another bush. Yu Youwei held Wu Meiniang, who had gained several pounds, and touched her head, saying softly: "You are carefree. Meiniang, he promised to let me go to Shangyin Academy to worship my parents. I don't know if he will keep his word. He said that what he said under the bed will count. If I go to Shangyin Academy, I will ask him to let me stay there. Meiniang, do you think he will agree?"

Wu Meiniang curled up in Yu Youwei's arms, feeling comfortable and sleepy. Yu Youwei patted her head and laughed angrily, "You only know how to eat and sleep, you have no backbone at all. One day I'll throw you in the wilderness and see how you can get fat."

Wu Meiniang raised her head and rubbed Yu Youwei's imposing chest, which was like a round snowball, so cute. Yu Youwei's eyes were blurred, and she whispered softly: "You are all I have, so I love you, but he doesn't have anything? How can he be as caring as I am? He, don't look at his extravagance, he often spends a lot of money on drinking and poetry, but he is actually stingy and narrow-minded."

Just listen to the sound of "pop", the elasticity is good and the sound will be loud and crisp.

Yu Youwei was startled by the groping of her attractive buttocks. She turned around and saw the prince who was out for a walk out of boredom. He said with a sly smile: "Yu Youwei, you are being unscrupulous. I am willing to give you a yard full of banana trees, so why am I stingy? As for your statement that you want to stay in Shangyin Academy, I advise you not to even think about it. If you are determined to make yourself uncomfortable, that's fine. Since I can move a dozen banana trees away, I can also move your parents' graves back to Beiliang. How about that? What this prince says in bed and out of bed is ten times the compensation. If you do business with someone like me who is trustworthy and honest, you will only make money and not lose money."

Yu Youwei's face turned pale, and she said miserably, "You knew that if you said a few nice words, I would stay with you, so why did you have to be so hurtful?"

Xu Fengnian looked at Yu Youwei's charming and beautiful face and said innocently, "How would I know what you are thinking?"

Yu Youwei said miserably, "Is it fun to bully me?"

Xu Fengnian reached out and touched Yu Youwei's cheek. When this woman was still the young girl Yu Xuanji, the Western Chu Imperial City was prosperous and peaceful, and the atmosphere was warm. Her mother was the leader of the emperor's three thousand sword servants, and her father was the romantic and elegant Shangyin scholar. In an instant, the mountains and rivers collapsed, and she became an orphan of a fallen country. Xu Fengnian did not like but was not averse to such joys and sorrows, because it could make a woman's temperament more solid.

But it wasn't him who caused the fall of Western Chu, so what did it have to do with Xu Fengnian? Was he really as carefree and carefree as he appeared to be?
How many princes in the dynasty would have two assassins ready to die at any time crammed into their courtyards?
Not to mention the scheming villain Tu Chen Zhibao, not to mention the two-faced man Lu Qiu'er, not to mention the 300,000 iron cavalry of Beiliang armed with swords and halberds, if you don't say or think about them, can you really avoid facing them?
After the coming-of-age ceremony, he was in charge of ringing the bell at Jiuhua Mountain. Naturally, there would come a day when he would go to the Beiliang border, or even to the capital city.

Xu Fengnian smiled and said, "You've gained weight."

Yu Youwei was dazed.

Xu Fengnian pinched the white cat Wu Meiniang, who was taking advantage of the situation, between his fingers, and gently threw her to the ground, then said to Yu Youwei:

"Come on, back to the room, let me see where else you've gained weight."

Yu Youwei ignored the Crown Prince's teasing and looked up and asked:
"Xu Fengnian, do you have a woman you really like?" (End of this chapter)