Chapter 220 Sword Competition
Chapter 220 Sword Competition
Now that Ye Feifan has been captured, the investigation can basically come to an end.
Chu Qing also went to the Liu family to investigate, and the information he got matched.
Now we just need to stay in Fanjing City for a while longer, and wait for Mr. Shen’s birthday, then we can reveal our true intentions.
Chu Qing would deliver food to Ye Feifan at regular times and check on his condition.
This is the main witness, so there can't be any mistakes.
During the rest of the time, he would stroll around Fanjing City with Wenrou, taking in the scenery and experiencing the different customs and practices.
They would occasionally pass by the Shen family and watch people with serious expressions coming in and out of the Shen family's door.
Apparently, because Ye Feifan escaped and Shen Juke's second disciple died, the Shen family has been in turmoil these past few days.
But Shen Juke did not show up.
Chu Qing occasionally looked at the Shen family with a deep look in her eyes, which aroused Wenrou's curiosity:
"what happened?"
Chu Qing shook his head:
"I always feel like something is wrong..."
What's wrong is not that there is something wrong in the whole thing.
The person who killed the entire Chen family ten years ago must have been Shen Juke.
He felt that something was wrong, but for the moment he couldn't think of where exactly.
Occasionally I asked about the situation of Mr. Shen and found out that he had not gone out for some time.
But the news coming from the Shen family indicated that Shen Juke's mood had indeed been unstable during this period.
Apart from beating and scolding the servants at every turn, he would sit in the backyard all day long.
After further questioning, I found out that the courtyard was exactly where Liu Sanniang had lived for the past ten years...
Wenrou thought for a while and asked Chu Qing:
"Is he a romantic?"
"…I guess? It's kind of scary."
Chu Qing smacked his lips:
"It's unlucky for someone to be liked by him."
Chu Qing didn't dwell too much on that one thing that was wrong.
As long as it is confirmed that Shen Juke was the one who did the incident ten years ago, then the hero Jinglan will be doomed.
No matter how minor the matter is, it has nothing to do with this commission.
He and Wenrou strolled around for a while, and although they didn't buy anything, they did get to see a fun scene.
Some people were fighting with swords in the street.
Perhaps to celebrate Shen Juke's birthday, there have been a lot more gangsters in Fanjing City recently.
Where there are people, there is the world of martial arts, and where there is the world of martial arts... there will inevitably be some excitement.
Fighting matches and vendettas in the streets are quite common.
However, the people present today are not ordinary people, so it will be even more lively.
On a street in Fanjing City, there is a restaurant called "Huibinlou".
The two people who are going to duel with swords are now standing on the roof of this restaurant.
Below the restaurant, a large group of people were surrounding, pointing and talking to the people above, their faces filled with excitement.
Only the second brother looked at him with a worried look on his face, looking very hesitant.
“I heard that young man is Li Hanguang, the ‘Ping Qiu Jian’!
"This person has great abilities, just as the saying goes, 'The cold light is three thousand miles away, and the killing intent comes this autumn'!
"This is a rising star who can be on par with Cao Qiupu of the White Horse and Golden Sword, and is catching up with the great hero Jinglan."
"The guy opposite him is not simple either, Qingfeng Sword Zong Yang!
“I heard that he has never lost a battle since his debut thanks to his Twelve Styles of Pure Wind.
"The storyteller said that his sword was like a gentle breeze, unstoppable. Although his reputation is temporarily inferior to that of Li Hanguang, Cao Qiupu and others.
"But among the younger generation, he is also one of the best."
"Younger generation? Stop making jokes, okay?
"Speaking of the younger generation, Cao Qiupu and Li Hanguang have to stand aside, not to mention Zong Yang who has nothing to do with them.
"Among the younger generation in Nanling today, the most outstanding one is the Third Young Master of Crazy Blade!
“Luochen Villa managed to turn the tide, and it is said that in the battle at Ghost God Gorge, the Iron Blood Hall and the Fiery Fire Hall all surrendered!
"May I ask, who else among the younger generation can be so capable?"
The topic inexplicably turned to Chu Qing. Chu Qing didn't care about the flattery, but couldn't help but focus her eyes on Li Hanguang in the reception building.
It’s not because of anything else... It’s just because Cao Qiupu once said that the reason why Brother Bai, this bad horse, developed the bad habit of stealing people’s bellybands was because of Li Hanguang!
The two of them once had a fight, but in the end there was no winner.
Later, they became friends over wine, and Brother Bai also joined in the drinking, but he didn't drink enough.
Li Hanguang tricked Brother Bai into stealing women's bellybands and exchanging them for wine at the tavern.
Baige believed it to be true...
It can be said that the two of them fought to a draw in that battle.
But I don't know how many times Cao Qiupu apologized for this incident. In this regard, Lao Cao was completely defeated.
Chu Qing was very interested in Li Hanguang at that time, but this man was elusive and Chu Qing had his own things to do, so there was no chance for them to meet.
But I didn't expect that this person would come to Fanjing City.
I heard from Ye Feifan before that this person has a close relationship with Shen Juke.
Now it seems that this is indeed true.
Perhaps it was because of the noise from the people below that Li Hanguang, who was drinking from his wine gourd, finally didn't want to continue to embarrass himself here.
He casually hung the wine gourd around his waist, opened his mouth to speak, but burped first.
Zong Yang smiled:
"Are you ready to drink?"
"almost."
Li Hanguang rubbed his nose and slowly climbed up from the roof.
He should be less than 30 years old, a little unkempt and looked sloppy.
But he was born with a good-looking appearance, much better looking than Cao Qiupu... It was also because, although he was sloppy, he had a free and easy air.
He staggered on his feet and casually pressed his sword:
"You and I have fought more than thirty times since we met in Longcheng. How many times have we won?"
"Fifteen wins, fifteen losses, and one draw."
Zong Yang stood with his hands behind his back. Although his clothes were not luxurious, they were clean and neat.
She was staring at a gold and jade headband on her head, her hair was neatly arranged, she had a smile on her face, and her attitude was gentle:
"So, Brother Li, it's time to give it your all and put an end to our battle, right?"
"You are even more annoying than the girl in Zuichunlou... Never mind, just do it, and finish the fight as soon as possible. I still want to go to Shen's house to take a nap."
"it is good."
Zong Yang nodded slowly:
"Please... look at the sword!"
He raised the sword in his hand and slowly unsheathed it.
He looked like a serious man. He spoke seriously, dressed seriously, and even when he was fighting with swords, he was serious as well.
As his sword was unsheathed, a gust of wind seemed to blow around him.
Fresh breeze!
When everyone noticed the gust of wind, Zong Yang had already disappeared. [Twelve Styles of Qingfeng] doesn't sound like a powerful sword technique, but it is actually extremely advanced.
At a young age, Zong Yang has mastered the essence of swordsmanship. When he draws the sword, man and sword become one. The sword is like a gentle breeze that penetrates every hole, while the man is in the wind, elusive.
Only the sharp sound of swords echoed in all directions.
Li Hanguang's sleepy eyes suddenly flashed with brilliance, and there seemed to be sword intent flowing in his eyes!
The next moment, his sword was unsheathed.
The invisible sword light instantly exploded in the air, and the sounds of "ding ding ding" and "ding ding ding" were endless.
The two young swordsmen started a competition in this restaurant.
It's a pity that not everyone can understand this fight...
Most people could not understand how Zong Yang drew his sword, nor could they understand how Li Hanguang responded.
They couldn't even tell who the person their eyes were locked on was in this split second of fighting.
But this does not prevent them from recognizing such a fight between masters:
"Amazing! As expected of Li Hanguang, a cold light that can travel three thousand miles, and murderous intent in this autumn!"
"It's really like a gentle breeze... You say, once the gentle breeze blows, who can stop it?"
"How exciting! These two are both masters. I will die without regrets if I can see this kind of competition in my lifetime!!!"
The voices of praise from all around reached my ears, and they were even more exaggerated than before.
But in reality, few people really understand it.
Chu Qing raised his eyebrows slightly. He could certainly understand. Every move and every style of these two people was in his eyes, and nothing could escape his eyes.
It has to be said that to be as famous as Cao Qiupu, Li Hanguang must have something special.
Although at this moment, he didn't take out much...
The [Twelve Styles of Gentle Breeze] on the opposite side is also extremely powerful, just like the four words 'gentle breeze coming', the sword intent unfolds, neither fast nor slow, neither quick nor slow, like a gentle breeze coming towards you, yet difficult to dodge, penetrating every hole and being everywhere.
But Li Hanguang not only dodged it, but also captured every "wind force" and resolved it one by one with the three-foot-long sword in his hand.
Zong Yang's expression did not change, his hands were as steady as his sword, and he was not discouraged even though his moves were broken.
He just kept adjusting the changes in his sword moves, attacking from various angles, trying to break down Li Hanguang's defense.
Seeing this, Chu Qing sighed softly.
Zong Yang is no match for Li Hanguang.
He didn't know how the previous fifteen wins, fifteen losses and one draw were achieved.
But from the current situation, the Twelve Qingfeng Styles have been used over and over again several times, but Li Hanguang's swordsmanship has always been based on basic moves such as blocking, pointing, lifting, picking, slanting, and stabbing.
At this point in the fight between the two, there is basically nothing more to say.
But at this moment, Zong Yang suddenly jumped up, his body in mid-air, with a long sword in his hand, and the wind condensed around his body.
Whoosh, crash!
The surrounding tiles were pulled by the force of his sword, making trivial sounds, and everyone present felt that there was something sharp mixed in the wind.
They don't know what sword energy is or what sword power is.
But it doesn't stop them from thinking this move is amazing...
"Zong Yang is going to use his ultimate move!"
"It's the move 'Flying Snow in the Wind'!"
It didn't take long for Li Hanguang to gather strength. He bent his body slightly and turned around with his sword to gather strength.
Suddenly a sword rose up, and the light spread out for thirty thousand miles!
The extremely sharp sword force flew out in an instant, and at the same time, "Qingfeng Feixue" had already fallen.
All I heard was a ding sound!
The two long swords collided in mid-air, with the sword tips facing each other!
Click, click, click! ! !
Forced by these two sword energies, a large number of tiles on the Huibin Building were shattered!
The waiter's heart finally settled down.
He had been entrusted with an important task by the shopkeeper before, asking him to come out and stop the fight, or ask the two heroes to fight somewhere else instead of destroying people's property here.
But how could the second brother dare to do that?
He stood there, hesitant to speak, and did not move for a long time.
I had placed my hope on these two people, who could beat people but wouldn't destroy anything... Now I felt hopeless, as I knew I couldn't fulfill the responsibility of the shopkeeper.
Two arcs were spit out from the swords of the two men. After a short stalemate, Zong Yang could no longer resist and flew backwards.
His figure fell from mid-air, and he swept the sword in his hand. A stream of sword energy flew out and cut off the stone pillar on the bridge not far away.
He landed on the roof and watched Li Hanguang slowly put away his sword.
Zong Yang exhaled lightly:
"I still can't break your move."
The sword force of this move is very majestic. If it were not for the contrast of the gentle wind and flying snow, the sword energy would have seemed to be soaring into the sky.
Li Hanguang took out the wine gourd and took a sip:
"Sixteen wins are mine. If you want to fight me next time, remember to bring some good wine."
"...I suspect you just want to trick me into drinking."
"It's a willing bait."
Li Hanguang smiled:
"Okay, today's business is done, I'm going to find a place to sleep."
As soon as he finished speaking, he jumped up and disappeared after a few jumps.
Zong Yang looked at the sword in his hand, hesitated for a moment, then flew to the ground, took out the purse from his waist, took out the silver and handed it to the waiter:
"For damaged items, you will be compensated according to the price. By the way, do you have any good wine in your store?
"It would be best if it were more than ten years..."
Chu Qing wanted to laugh when he saw this. It was obvious that this battle was not their last.
Li Hanguang's martial arts is better than Zong Yang's. In fact, Zong Yang should have been defeated in every battle. Now his record of 16 defeats, 15 wins and one draw is obviously not inflated.
But it is obvious that Li Hanguang is a good whetstone.
Zong Yang didn't intend to give up just like that.
"Quite interesting."
After Chu Qing said these four words, he led Wenrou away, just as if they were just watching a lively event.
The next day was calm and peaceful, and the day after that was the 44th birthday of the Jinglan hero Shen Juke.
Early in the morning, the Shen family was very lively.
There was an endless stream of people coming to celebrate the birthday.
The entire front door of the Shen family was filled with people, and the yard was also crowded with people.
Chu Qing did not hide his identity and came to the house openly with Wenrou, Wuchan, and Ye Feifan.
The excuse given to Ye Feifan was "find someone to bring you into the Shen family."
Although Ye Feifan was a little confused, he didn't ask much. He was just worried, afraid of being discovered.
Arriving at the gate of the Shen family, Chu Qing introduced himself, attracting the attention of people around him. The servant in front of the gate couldn't help but shouted excitedly:
"Kuang Dao, the Third Young Master is here to celebrate your birthday!!!"
Ye Feifan only then realized that the 'senior' who was asked to bring him into the Shen family was actually this great master with a growing reputation.
The third young master can be regarded as the best among the younger generation in Nanling!
The name of Chu Qing's alias is becoming more and more famous, especially after the battle of Guishen Gorge spread. Everyone knows that Liehuotang has already joined the Third Young Master.
Now even the entire Fanjing City, strictly speaking, belongs to the Third Young Master!
This status is really too high.
(End of this chapter)