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Chapter 119 The phoenix and the dragon meet for the first time, heroes old and young!

When Li Zhaowen heard the name Li Guanyi, he was stunned for a moment, then he looked at the young man with a sword on his waist who stretched out his hand to pick lotus pods. He thought of the two times they met, and he saw that he was both civil and military, and was unrestrained and wild.

Li Zhaowen suddenly burst into laughter. She sat there laughing, as if she was happier than when Li Guanyi said that he paid for the wine. She stretched out her jade-like palm, pointed at Li Guanyi and nodded at him, saying, "Hahaha, Li Guanyi, Li Guanyi!"

But it feels great.

The young man was slightly tipsy. He picked up the wine jar and said, "Li Zhaowen, what are you laughing at?!"

Li Zhaowen said: "What a good name!"

She immediately realized that she had never mentioned the name of the second son of the Duke of Ying in the letter. Changsun Wuchou was her subordinate and it was impossible for her to mention the real name of her master in public. The slightly drunk young man in front of her was probably the same as herself before.

I only know the Second Young Master, but not Li Zhaowen.

Li Zhaowen opened the folding fan in his hand, hiding the wanton smile on the corner of his mouth.

I thought with a smile on my face.

I gave you a scare this time, but I will scare you badly tomorrow. Only then can it be considered a give and take, and only then can it be considered fair.

She has always been proud and young, like a sharp sword, and she is unwilling to suffer any loss.

Then he said: "There are myriad things in the heavens and on earth, but I see only one."

"Brother Li's name is quite Taoist."

Li Guanyi smiled and said, "You are not bad, Zhaowen. Zhao means blazing like the sun, and Wen means spanning the heavens and the earth. A name like yours is really bold."

Li Zhaowen said casually: "It's just a name, just something our parents entrusted to me."

"I didn't expect that when I saw you in the Taoist temple that day, you were dressed simply and didn't even wear a jade pendant. I thought you were from an ordinary family. But now I don't expect that you are wearing a scarlet robe and a white jade belt, and are with the military heroes of the capital. I was blind to your true colors that day."

Li Guanyi took a sip of wine and said, "That's not wrong."

"This dress was only given by His Majesty the Emperor."

"Brother, you are extraordinary and worthy of being called a hero."

Li Zhaowen was slightly stunned and puzzled.

But Li Guanyi was not lying.

Li Zhaowen usually went hunting and galloping around. Everyone knew her identity and was very respectful to her, praising her talent and martial arts. But now the young man in front of her, not knowing that she was the second son of the Duke of Ying, called her a hero. Li Zhaowen couldn't help feeling happier.

Li Guanyi looked at the young man in front of him.

Just like the first time they met, Qingluan led the way and met Fenghuang, and he met Li Zhaowen.

At this moment, the two of them were sitting at one end of the black-sailed boat, with a blue phoenix and a red phoenix flying at the stern.

Except for special cases like his.

At such an age, he has the appearance of a dharma. I'm afraid it's what Mr. Xue said he was born with.

It's rare to see such a person in a century. With such a magnanimous and talented person, if he is not a future hero, how many people in the world can be called heroes? Li Zhaowen smiled and said, "I am just the son of a merchant, not a hero."

Li Guanyi laughed: "How can a hero be determined by bloodline?"

He raised the sword in his hand and pointed it at the sky, saying, "Are kings, princes, generals, and ministers of different races?!"

Li Zhaowen's eyes sparkled as he praised, "What a bold move!"

Then he teased him: "Brother, you have such courage and martial arts skills, but your temper seems like you will end up in jail in the future." Li Guanyi also laughed. Li Zhaowen smiled and said: "However, your words really make me feel happy."

Li Guanyi asked why.

Li Zhaowen pointed at him with a smile, his eyebrows flying, and said calmly: "Isn't it a double joy for someone who I think is a young hero to say that I am a hero with talent?"

Li Guanyi burst out laughing.

The young man in front of me is very heroic, with a raised brow, and his words are sincere yet comfortable.

Li Zhaowen smiled.

It was rare for her to have a peer who didn't care about her family background and her abilities. There were also people who didn't flatter her father and brother and praised her personal bravery and talent. She was in a very good mood. When she saw Li Guanyi picking lotus pods, Li Zhaowen was born in Longxi outside the Great Wall and didn't know much about this thing from the south of the Yangtze River. He said:
"Are the lotus seeds ripe now?"

Li Guanyi reached out and picked one and threw it to Li Zhaowen.

"Normally, you can't eat it until midsummer, but these past two years the sun has been strong, so some are ripe early. If you have experience, you can pick out some ripe lotus heads. Don't eat the lotus seeds, because they are very bitter."

"You can make tea with it, it's very bitter and very effective in reducing internal heat."

Li Zhaowen ate one and found it really fresh and tender. No matter the lotus pods she cultivated in the lake dug in Longxi or the ones delivered by the horse, they were not as good as the freshly picked ones. She thought for a moment and said, "Did they appear recently?"

Li Guanyi said: "I heard that he matured precociously in recent years."

Li Zhaowen said: "No wonder it is like this."

She threw the lotus seeds into her mouth and ate them while casually saying:
"I heard that the Grand Historian of Ying State submitted a memorial saying that [the days are getting longer]."

"In the first year of the new calendar, the shadow of the winter solstice was 12 feet, 7 inches and 2 minutes long. From then on, it gradually shortened, and in the seventeenth year, it was 3 inches and 7 minutes shorter than before. When the sun is very close, the shadow is short and the day is long; when it is very far away, the shadow is long and the day is short. When walking on the inner road, the sun is very close; when walking on the outer road, the sun is very far away.]"

"The day is getting longer, which is a good sign. The sunshine is getting more abundant."

"According to the astrological phenomena, the Yuanming Bao of the State of Chen records that 'the sun and the moon come out of the inner path, and the Xuanji is in its normal state.' The Jingfang Biedu of the Zhongzhou Qintianjian says: 'In peacetime, the sun moves in the upper path; in prosperity, it moves in the lower path; in hegemony, it moves in the lower path.'"

"The Imperial Astronomical Observatories of various countries all said it was a great omen and that the world would soon be pacified."

"What are you talking about? I humbly hope that the destiny will be fulfilled. The sky will be short and the day will be long. This is rare in ancient times. It seems that what these astrologers say can be put into practice by ordinary people like us. It is not a meaningless theory."

Li Guanyi pondered and decided to eat the lotus pod. The young man in front of him talked calmly, from the lotus pod to the names of the gods, the stars, and the courts of various countries. Compared with him, Li Guanyi felt that he was a real warrior.

Li Zhaowen habitually asked: "Brother, what do you think?"

Li Guanyi grinned. He wanted to go to the bridge to fix some shower heads, but after thinking about it, he replied, "It's just a sign of destiny. All countries want to take this destiny upon themselves, occupy the righteousness, and inspire people."

"The best strategy is to attack the enemy's strategy."

"The stability and prosperity of the military's morale is more valuable than thousands of gold."

Li Zhaowen was surprised and overjoyed, and said:

"My parents gave me life, but you are the only one who understands my heart!"

The moon is bright in the sky, and the stars are reflected in the water.

On the black-sailed boat, a young man picked lotus pods and Li Guanyi asked how they tasted.

Li Zhaowen praised: "It's delicious, but it's a pity."

"How wonderful it would be if we could eat freshly picked lotus pods every summer."

It would be great if I could come here whenever I want.

Her eyes were looking at the stars, and she couldn't help but think of how it would feel if she could ride on the fierce horse of Longxi and walk on the bluestone slabs of Jiangnan in the future. She saw the young man leaning against the bow of the boat, eating lotus seeds and drinking wine, looking so free and easy. She couldn't help but smile, thinking that the young man who just ran out was not bad in martial arts.

He smiled slightly and said, "Brother, give me a sip of wine too."

Li Zhaowen has stepped forward, one hand gently brushing the acupoint on Li Guanyi's waist, while the other hand holding a folding fan, like a short weapon, directly reaching for Li Guanyi's wrist. The black-sailed boat sank, causing ripples. Li Guanyi turned over to avoid it. He had been beaten too many times by General Xue and had been through hundreds of battles.

Regardless of the acupoints on the waist.

He just shook the wine jar and pushed the folding fan in Li Zhaowen's hand away.

The girl used the acupoint-pressing technique she learned in martial arts to sweep across Li Guanyi's waist, but she only felt the energy rising from her fingers, as if she had swept across steel. The energy failed to break through his body, let alone cut off the energy in his meridians. She was surprised, but the next moment, she opened the folding fan in her hand and swept across.

Relying on his higher realm than Li Guanyi and a mysterious short-weapon skill, Li Guanyi tilted his neck back to avoid such a move. The folding fan swept across Li Guanyi's neck, and then Li Zhaowen had grabbed the wine jar, changed his footsteps lightly, and kept some distance.

Li Guanyi steadied his body, looked at the nobleman in brocade robes over there, and said with a smile:
"Brother, isn't it a pity to drink alone?"

“Why not drink together?” She loosened her palms and tossed the wine jar up. Then, instead of drinking as much as Yue Qianfeng did, she raised her brows, picked up Li Guanyi's wine jar and poured the wine into her mouth. The wine drew a trajectory in the air and fell into her mouth. Her brows were raised and she looked very energetic.

Li Zhaowen has a face as white as jade, a pair of phoenix eyes, and a high spirit.

Li Guan laughed and also came to grab the wine.

Li Zhaowen raised his hand and used his graceful movements to create distance.

The moon was full over the river, and the flower boats and pleasure boats were densely packed. The act of two young men fighting for wine on a black-sailed boat was seen by people. The people on the pleasure boat leaned on the railing, watching their fight with a smile.

One of them has a solid body and golden muscles and jade bones, while the other is born with a natural Dharma appearance and is on the third level.

None of them used any killing methods such as releasing their own energy, they just simply countered the moves.

Li Zhaowen grabbed the jar of good wine and drank the last one, with a hint of drunkenness on his face.

This wine is really good!

Wu Chou had a good eye, and the treasures were much better than those in the Duke's Mansion. Li Zhaowen looked around and said with a smile, "Brother, we have to go. If we continue, it will be too conspicuous."

She suddenly stood up and stepped briskly on the water, causing ripples on the surface.

His body floated up as if walking on the wind, free and unrestrained.

Li Guanyi jumped up and gently kicked the peng boat, causing it to slide back to its original place. Then he stepped on the pile beside it and tied the boat to prevent it from drifting away.

Then he leaped up, his body movements were only those of a military strategist, he didn't know how to walk on water, so he landed on the flower boat, loudly apologizing while walking quickly, one of them walked on the green waves, the other charged on the linked boats like a war horse.

Li Zhaowen's posture is graceful and elegant, but his speed is slow.

Li Guanyi just rushed forward, looking ordinary but actually at an extremely fast speed.

Li Zhaowen slowed down again, and they both reached the other side. A river flowed through Jiangzhou City, dividing the capital into two worlds: prosperous and quiet. On the other side of the river, the lights were bright, but on the other side of the river, it was quiet and lonely.

Li Zhaowen stood firm, but heard the sound of wind, and the young man in the red robe had arrived.

Li Zhaowen turned around and swept her folding fan over, and the boy grabbed her wrist with his backhand.

The two men confronted each other, exerted their strength, and then burst into laughter together.

Li Zhaowen took two steps back, holding the folding fan behind his back, his eyebrows flying, very happy, and said with a smile: "Shangshan, you are very good at both civil and martial arts. I am very happy today. At my age, I rarely feel so happy."

Li Guanyi also said: "You are not bad either."

Li Zhaowen couldn't help laughing.

No one in Ying State had ever dared to speak to her like this.

Her brows were raised and she was in high spirits, but she still had things to do in Changfeng Tower, so she had to feel a little regretful. Although it was the first time she had given up her status as the second son of the Duke's Mansion and was free and easy, she was also very carefree.

He reached out and held Li Guanyi's arm, saying:

"It's a great meeting tonight, it's very enjoyable, but it's a pity that it's getting late, I'm afraid we'll be late, but it doesn't matter."

"One day, you and I will meet again."

Li Guanyi said casually: "Then when the time comes, you have to tell me your true origins."

Li Guanyi said: "Children of the Chen Kingdom in the south of the Yangtze River would know how to eat lotus pods."

"it is good!"

Li Zhaowen raised the corners of his mouth slightly, opened his folding fan, and covered his smiling lips, leaving only his eyes with raised eyebrows. Then he turned around, put the folding fan behind his back, and left calmly and elegantly.

They come when they are excited and leave when they are exhausted, and they have their own demeanor.

Then turned into an alley.

Li Zhaowen turned around to look, but saw no one chasing him, so he held his stomach and laughed silently.

Then he held the folding fan and put his hands behind his back.

He walked forward alone, with light steps.

After Li Guanyi's rush, the insignificant smell of alcohol also dissipated. He identified the direction and went towards Xue's house. However, when he was about to go to the bridge, the lights on both sides were bright, and he met a wealthy businessman who looked a bit old and stopped him.

That wealthy businessman was the first one who applauded when Li Guanyi was reciting the poem just now.

Sitting on a rather large boat, he said with a smile: "This little brother wants to cross the river, why not come over here."

Li Guanyi thought about it and realized that if he wanted to cross the bridge, he would have to take a long detour, so he nodded.

"Sorry to disturb my father-in-law."

He pressed the stone railing with one hand, then turned over, floated down, and stepped on the lotus. It was almost summer and the lotus pods were ripe, but this old merchant was still wearing a cloak, obviously not feeling well. He asked someone to start the boat, invited Li Guanyi to sit down, and then served him a hangover soup.

Li Guanyi thanked him, and the old man smiled and said, "I am also from Jiangnan, but I was doing business outside. I heard that my brother had problems running the family business, so I came back."

"Hearing your poems, I couldn't help but think of my youth."

"At that time, I was as high-spirited as you, but I remembered that the meaning of the poem [The whale has not yet swallowed the sea, but the sword is already sweeping across the sky] seems to have not yet been lost. Today, I am sending my little brother to the other side. Can you tell me the rest of the poem?"

Li Guanyi said, "This was read to me by an old man with the spirit of a dragon when I was traveling. If you want to hear the second half, that's no problem."

He picked up the pen and wrote the last few words of the second half to the old man.

The rich businessman was not that old. His eyebrows were firm, but his hair was completely white. His shoulders were broad, and he sat there like a mountain. He saw the words and recited: "Who cares that the hero is old? It doesn't matter how small the fame is, the decision is still long. This matter is too much to discuss, we will help each other someday."

Li Guanyi also wrote the second half of the poem about the young man's chivalrous spirit.

Said: "This is what another old man said."

When the old rich businessman saw the second half of the poem, he lowered his eyes for a long time and recited the last few sentences softly:
"I don't ask for a long rope, I will take the proud seed of the heaven, and the sword will roar in the west wind."

"I hate to climb mountains and stand by the water, holding a seven-stringed tung tree in my hand, watching the wild geese fly away..."

He recited these lines of poetry, not knowing who he was thinking of, or himself. His eyes were slightly red, and he seemed to be choking a little. At this age, he was in front of a young man like Li Guanyi, and he was so temperamental. He was a person of true temperament. The old man sighed:

"I'm sorry to make you laugh, I was just thinking about my experiences with my friends when I was young."

"When we were young, we were just like you, but later on... life became difficult, and friends turned against each other. And at my age, many of my old friends have already left me."

The old man no longer talked about these things, but only talked about what Jiangnan was like in the past.

He has also fought with his friends before. You youngsters are not fierce enough in fighting.

A wooden bench won’t work; you need solid red bricks that have been forged in a fierce fire to be strong enough.

He asked someone to take the boat back and the boat moored at the shore. Under the lamp, the old man, wearing a black cloak, watched the young man leave. He looked at the poem and said softly, "It's a good sentence. The first half is like them and us."

"The second half is really us."

He was silent for a while, then said: "Oh... not really, you will never grow old, you will always stay in the upper half, full of youthful vigor and vitality."

“I’m the only old one.”

"Yes, we were young and frivolous, yes..."

"But who says that heroes are old and can no longer take up arms and marry the prodigies of heaven?"

The old man stood there quietly, with bright lights behind him and wearing a black cloak.

He turned and walked, but one part was higher than the other.

He is a
The old lame man returns to Jiangnan.

(End of this chapter)