Chapter 150 Feng Qingyang
Chapter 150 Feng Qingyang
The first month of the eleventh year of Yousheng.
Ping'an Inn is still deserted with few visitors.
The old man in green robe and white beard became a regular customer, coming every day after New Year's Eve.
Sometimes when he was drunk, he would stay in the store.
Under the instructions of Shopkeeper Zhang, the signature liquor 'Zui Qing Feng' was supplied to this person without limit.
He never carried any money with him, but he also never ate for free.
Every time he came, he would bring something to pay off his wine debt.
Huashan pine nuts, fresh winter mallow, and occasionally rare herbs, if you really calculate the cost, the inn is not at a big loss.
But accountant Lu felt that if he opened a business, he could only put money in his pocket.
On the Shili Slope, the cold wind was howling and the door curtain was gently lifted.
Lu Fu looked up and saw that familiar figure, and forced a smile on his face.
"The old man is here, please take a seat!"
The old man was wearing only a piece of clothing and straw sandals, walking on ice and snow, and he didn't seem to feel the cold at all.
"Chen Wang, serve the guests some wine!"
He was eight feet tall, half a head taller than Lao Lu, with a ruddy complexion, a straight back, and looked very healthy.
Just as the old man in green robe found a table to sit down, a man came over with two bottles of wine.
Hua Jian was wearing a moon-white long skirt worn by ladies from the south of the Yangtze River, with a sheepskin coat on her upper body. A red bird wooden hairpin was inserted in her hair. The workmanship was a bit rough, especially the red bird's eyes were too wide, lacking some spirit. Her cheeks were fuller than Yue Jian's, making her look more gentle.
The old man in green robe took a look and asked with a smile: "Little girl, is the wine heated?"
Hua Jian placed the tray on the table and nodded, "Both warm and cold dishes have their own flavors, so I'll prepare them all."
"You knew I was coming today?"
Hua Jian placed two bottles of wine in front of the old man and shook his head, saying, "The shopkeeper said that the old gentleman is a distinguished guest of our store, so we always have wine on hand."
"Dear guest? Have you ever seen a distinguished guest who couldn't pay for the wine?"
Hua Jian chuckled and said, "The shopkeeper said that the most valuable thing in business is the human touch, not the money. The inn's business is not good these days. It's all thanks to the old gentleman's support that it has gained popularity."
The old man nodded slightly, looked around the store, and said with a smile: "The shopkeeper said that? I only heard his voice but didn't see him. He is quite arrogant!"
Hua Jian explained: "The shopkeeper is out visiting a friend and is not in the store at the moment."
The old man was silent for a moment, as if he had thought of something, and stroked his beard and smiled, "Your boss's business skills... are quite interesting."
"Please enjoy."
Hua Jian poured him a glass of warm wine and was about to leave when he was stopped.
"Wait a minute!"
Hua Jian turned around and asked, "Excuse me, what else can I do for you?"
The old man in green robe smiled and said, "How about I teach you a sword technique to offset the shortfall in wine money?"
Without waiting for the woman's consent, he quickly ejected a chopstick from the bamboo tube and stabbed it towards Hua Jian's neck. When the chopstick pierced through her collar, the old man loosened his fingers, and the chopstick circled around her fair neck and returned to his hand.
"This move is called 'Flying Skull' and has sixteen variations. How many of them you can comprehend depends entirely on your luck."
Hua Jian stood there, motionless, as if he had been acupunctured.
The old man in green robe picked up the wine bowl and held it in the air.
"Thirty-two years ago, a swordsman from Lingnan went north to the grassland to assassinate the Sixth Prince of the Golden Family. The young eagle, who was known as the best military strategist in the grassland in the past sixty years, was beheaded before he could spread his wings. The Wolf Court's plan to attack the Central Plains failed."
"Unfortunately, he never made it back to the Central Plains. He died in battle at Yanmen Pass, and even his body has not been found."
"The Lingnan assassin is called Ji Xin. He doesn't care about these things, but I think there should be at least one person in the world who knows his name and the Flying Skull Sword."
"The flying skull kills people, but the sword is not stained with blood. The subtlety lies in the sword's edge. Without sword intent, it is difficult to achieve sword edge. And without superior sword skills, it is difficult to comprehend sword intent..."
After the old man in green robe finished speaking, he placed the wine bowl on the table, making a slight knocking sound.
Hua Jian came to his senses, took two steps back in surprise, and looked at the old man in green robe again. It was like encountering a tiger in the mountains or a dragon by the pond.
Only then did she understand that Zhang Yu's words about this man's superb swordsmanship were not false.
Hua Jian couldn't help but ask, "Why did the old man teach me the superior sword technique?"
The old man in green robe shook his head and said something incoherently: "Someone blocked the river to raise fish, making this lake too shallow. I don't like to meddle in other people's business, but if I throw a stone into the lake and it splashes water and scares him, it would be fun."
"Sir..."
The old man in green robe waved his hand and drank without saying anything. Hua Jian took a few steps and realized that his back was soaked with cold sweat.
The sword kept appearing in my mind.
It reveals the determination of "I will go forward even if there are thousands of people against me!"
The will to never regret even if one dies nine times!
The hatred that will never stop until the enemy’s heads are destroyed!
The sword was around the neck, not touching the flesh, but it could cut off the head at any time.
"This sword intent is too terrifying!"
Hua Jian looked at Lu Fu behind the counter. He was concentrating on using the abacus and didn't notice anything unusual here.
The old man in green robe drank cup after cup, alternating between hot and cold drinks.
I don't know how much wine he drank, but the plate of fennel beans on the table remained untouched. He didn't even say hello, but got up and left.
Chen Wang was calculating on his abacus, looking curiously at the back of the man in green robe, thinking to himself, "He left so early today. Was he unhappy drinking?"
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The Western Peaks are covered with pine trees. Between the empty valleys and the mountains, besides the occasional long howls of the golden eagles circling in the sky, there seem to be other sounds echoing.
The little red squirrel poked its little head out alertly and looked up at the sky. The golden eagle was flying towards the north.
It dragged its big furry tail and quickly came out of the hole. It jumped on the frost-covered branches and checked its granary one by one.
Not long after, a cursing "coo" sound came from the pine forest...
A group of giant macaques scattering pine nut shells as they walked, stopped by a mountain stream, raised stones, and threw them onto the frozen surface of the stream.
The leader was directing the fish, and the stones fell on the same spot every time. Not long after, the ice broke, and the monkeys stretched out their long arms, taking turns to explore, and finally pulled out a few small fish.
"boom!"
The iron claw of the flying rope fell on the steep wall, scratched a few times, and hooked firmly on the crevice of the rock.
The man in white robe raised his head, with a golden mask on his face.
He looked at the snowflakes falling from the sky, and climbed up along the rope with both hands, alternating between them, until he found a place to foothold on the steep wall.
"suddenly!"
He threw out the flying rope again...
After several attempts, they finally reached the top of the cliff.
"The Cliff of Reflection."
The first thing Zhang Yu saw was the stone wall on the south side, with three large characters carved on it.
The iron rope plank road next to the stone wall leads to the Yunu Peak below.
It has been said since ancient times that this Cliff of Repentance is a pearl on the hairpin of the Jade Girl.
Going from the Jade Maiden Peak to the Cliff of Repentance is naturally easier and less laborious than being Spider-Man.
There is a cave on the Siguo Cliff, which looks like a toad's mouth when viewed from the outside.
"This is where the disciples of Huashan Sect throughout the generations have been punished for their crimes."
Zhang Yu walked into the cave. There was a large smooth stone on the ground. It was as smooth as a mirror and could almost reflect a person.
He laughed and said, "There are many unworthy descendants of Huashan Sect, and they have made many mistakes."
And on the cliff next to this big rock, there are three characters "Feng Qingyang" carved. It seems that they were carved with an iron chisel, three inches into the stone. The strokes are vigorous, and judging from the thickness of the horizontal and vertical strokes, it seems more like they were written with fingers.
"He really lives in seclusion near the Cliff of Repentance."
Zhang Yu's face became solemn. He looked at the three words and felt itchy to try his hand at it.
He stretched out his fingers, circulated the Beiming Qi, and pointed his fingers at the wall of the cave, causing stone chips and dust to fall down.
With his internal strength, he could naturally pierce through the stone wall with one finger. However, piercing through a stone wall and writing on the stone with even finger force were two completely different things.
If you use too much internal force, the handwriting will become blurred.
He didn't use enough internal energy. After all, Zhang Yu was still a flesh and blood body, and he had never practiced Shaolin's "Vajra Finger".
After a lot of effort, he finally wrote the three words "Zhang Liyu", but they were crooked and only half an inch into the stone. Compared with the "Feng Qingyang" above, which was clearly visible between the strokes, it was far from the original.
Zhang Yu felt ashamed and wanted to destroy these three words.
Suddenly, there were slight footsteps outside.
He quickly slipped into the cave, hid in the dark, and quietly observed the cave entrance.
The shadow gradually lengthened and walked slowly into the cave.
(End of this chapter)