Joy of Life: Starting from Teacher Fan Xian

There are many kinds of masters in the world, especially those who are proficient in Taoism. Fortune tellers are known to be the inheritors of the Way of Heaven and are never to be underestimated.

A group of martial arts masters showed surprise on their faces, seeing that although this man was dressed in ordinary clothes, his bearing was very extraordinary. As for his age, it seemed that he had not even reached the age of twenty, so he was indeed a young Taoist priest.

The martial arts conference has ended, so naturally one cannot just compete whenever one wants. The officials did not drive anyone away. He also knows that the masters of the world are hidden and cannot be judged by their appearance alone.

But looking at the word "Iron Face" on the green banner, it seems really arrogant. Even a fortune teller who has been working for more than ten or twenty years would not dare to call himself that, let alone a teenager who is not yet of age.

The officials couldn't help but think that this man was quite arrogant.

But looking at his face, the young man seemed very sincere, without a trace of madness at all.

The official then said gently, "Young man, the martial arts conference is over. You missed the good time."

"It's okay. I'm not looking for fame or fortune. I just want to ask for advice from the masters in Jiangnan."

Everyone was watching. How could winning or losing not have an effect on fame and fortune? The young man was also saying one thing and thinking another.

The official complained in his heart, but said helplessly: "Young man, you are too young, I'm afraid this is not appropriate."

The young man didn't say anything, he put down the green banner, held the sword in his arms, and bowed: "Please teach me."

The swordsman from Mount Longhu reacted and immediately returned the greeting: "Then I will do as the young man wishes."

To put it nicely, the argument in the underworld is called making friends through martial arts, but to put it bluntly, it is a fight to the death when there is a disagreement. The official sighed, knowing that he could not control it, and advised: "You can fight, but remember not to cause any deaths."

Don't cause any loss of life is naturally what is being said to the swordsman from Longhu Mountain. You must show mercy. It would be bad to hurt a young boy.

As a young man, it is a good thing to have ambition, but it is not a good thing to overestimate one's own abilities. Not everyone in the world is a genius and can reach a high level in their teens.

The official thought to himself, and just as he took a few steps back, preparing to go back to the shed to rest, he suddenly heard exclamations from the audience, and then turned around with a smile: "Young man, you should have said no earlier..."

The words were choked back as they came to his throat, because the official saw the outcome of the fight clearly. The young man's rapier struck the neck of the Longhu Mountain swordsman, cleanly and quickly without leaving any trace.

"What's going on?" The official was confused, while the swordsman from Mount Longhu was already bowing down in shame, completely convinced.

"Young man, you are good at swordsmanship. I really don't have the strength to resist. I wonder what your name is and who your master is?"

The young man sheathed his sword, smiled softly, and returned the greeting: "My surname is Wang, my name is Xi, and I am from Dongyi City."

As soon as these words were spoken, the whole audience was shocked. The martial artists were not surprised by the name Wang Xi, as they had never heard of him before.

What surprised them was the name of Dongyi City. It turned out that the little fortune teller was from Dongyi City. No wonder he wanted to go on stage to challenge. They probably wanted to stand up for the nonsense he just said.

When hearing the word "Dongyi City", the officials were undoubtedly the most embarrassed. They were slapped in the face in less than a moment after speaking out of turn.

The martial artists of Qing Kingdom might not like the people of Dongyi City showing off their might on their own turf, but since strength is respected, they have nothing to say.

The attention turned to the merchant from Dongyi City who was the first to speak out in the argument. At this time, his eyes were wide open and did not calm down for a long time.

Other people in the world may not know who Wang Xisuo is, but as a native of Dongyi City, you know that this name has a great origin.

The thirteenth disciple of Jianlu also happened to be named Wang Xi.

The traveling merchant pretended to remain calm, his face showing the excitement of returning victoriously.

"Sir, what do you think?" Wang Xi looked at the presiding official.

The official blushed, feeling ashamed, and could only smile and say, "My words just now were a bit offensive. Dongyi City is indeed full of talented people, much better than the stale and sour Northern Qi."

As soon as this was said, the people of Qing on the riverbank laughed loudly. Qing and Northern Qi were old enemies. The people of Qing could tolerate the Dongyi people, who were good at martial arts, to be in the limelight, but they would never let the Northern Qi people show off their power, and they would not miss any opportunity to laugh at them. Although Northern Qi had the master Ku He of Tianyi, it was not enough to save the weak trend. Therefore, the so-called contempt among the people of Jianghu was quite real, and it was not entirely due to the conflict between the two countries.

"You Nanqing people are really unreasonable."

Haitang Duoduo on the upper floor had been enduring for a long time, but finally couldn't sit still anymore. She picked up the double axes behind her waist and jumped down from the railing.

"Sir, I hope everything will be alright." Fan Ruoruo looked down with concern.

"What's the big deal? It's just young people fighting and playing around." Lin Ruo comforted him.

Fan Ruoruo asked another question: "Who is that young man on the river bank?"

"The thirteenth disciple of Jianlu, Wang Xi, or the name Wang Shisanlang is more suitable." Lin Ruo thought for a while and said.

Today, a farce had just been settled on the river bank, and no one expected that another one would pop up out of nowhere.

Haitang Duoduo rolled over and stepped on the pillar of the stage with such force that she almost broke the wooden stage.

The martial artists in the audience looked at the woman who fell from the sky. She looked like a village girl and was carrying a pair of axes. They felt confused.

"Girl, you are chopping wood in the wrong way." A martial artist joked.

Haitang Duoduo threw the axe over, and it turned a small circle and returned to her hand.

The mocking martial artist had all his clothes off, almost without a single piece of clothing left.

"I am the weak Northern Qi person you mentioned. I am standing here today. If you don't agree, come and fight me."

"If you can't beat me, don't blame me for cursing at Nanqing."

Haitang Duoduo folded her hands, swinging two axes between her hands, looking very disdainful.

"Where did this guy come from?" Ming Lanshi also became interested. He had heard for a long time that people in the martial arts world were very secretive and it turned out to be true. "He is actually a martial arts person from Northern Qi."

It was also the first time that Xia Qifei saw this. He knew that the person had jumped from the building, so he couldn't help but look in the direction of Lord Lin a few more times.

Haitang Duoduo's words were too offensive, so the people of Qing Kingdom naturally could not stand it.

"How shameless." The swordsman from Longhu Mountain was the first to attack.

The next one came was the boxer from Songshan. The seventh-rank and eighth-rank boxers rushed up to the ring, determined to get back their face.

However, he was ultimately no match for a girl of the ninth rank. No matter how cool she was when she went up, she was as embarrassed when she came down.

After a while, the martial artists were terrified and finally realized how extraordinary this girl was.

Many people remembered that there was also a woman with outstanding martial arts in Northern Qi, the last disciple of Master Ku He and the Saint of Northern Qi, Haitang Duoduo.

Could it be... When the masters of Nanqing thought of this, they completely lost hope.

"This is what the underworld of Nanqing is like? It's so vulnerable." Haitang Duoduo blew on the unsharpened axe, couldn't stop laughing, and pointed the axe over.

"Disciple of Jianlu, it's your turn."

(End of this chapter)