Chapter 368 Jianghu
Chapter 368 Jianghu
The scorching sun is like fire.
This time when Xu Qing went down the mountain, he did not go to the tavern, but to the tea stall.
Chongyang Palace is located in Mount Zhongnan. During the heyday of the Tang Dynasty, the official road at the foot of the mountain was bustling with merchants and travelers, and tea and wine stalls could be seen everywhere.
And you can see people of all colors.
By the present dynasty, Guanzhong is much more dilapidated than before.
Along with this section of official road with a strong ancient charm, only scattered tea and wine stalls are left.
After walking for a while, Xu Qing saw that there were many people at the tea stall in front of him, so he went in to rest.
I asked Dr. Tea for tea and a plate of fennel beans.
Xu Qing drank tea and ate beans on the table.
Maybe he was lucky, he was the only one at the table.
Of course, people who travel the world are often very discerning. There are three types of people in the underworld that you should never mess with.
Old people, women and monks.
These three types of people can go out alone, and they all have something.
Xu Qing is now dressed as a Taoist priest.
And it’s the Taoist uniform of Chongyang Palace.
While drinking tea.
The sound of horse hooves rang out again.
Xu Qing frowned.
Because the horse bandits are coming again.
He had a good sense and memory, so he could tell that there was the sound of horse hooves that he had heard in the tavern last time. In other words, this group of horse bandits came from the same village as the ones he encountered last time.
"Black Wind Village!"
Xu Qing remembered the names of that group of horse bandits.
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After this group of horse bandits came over, the tea drinkers all showed expressions of fear.
The leading bandit said, "Old rules!"
He looked around arrogantly, and his eyes finally fell on the young man who was boiling water at the tea stall.
Xu Qing could see that the young man was a girl.
Although he smeared dust on his face and deliberately soiled his body.
But this kind of outfit cannot be hidden from the old hands.
"Your Majesty, he is a wild boy from the country and does not know any better. Please forgive him," said Dr. Tea.
The bandit shook off Dr. Tea and said, "Come back to the mountain with me."
The words are concise and to the point, just like an imperial edict.
He had just finished speaking.
Suddenly he fell straight down.
Because he was stabbed in the back.
The straight sword mark went all the way down from the back of his head, as if it was going to split his body in half.
This horse bandit was never able to turn around and see clearly who killed him until his death.
Among the other horse bandits, there were some brave ones who rushed directly towards Xu Qing. They acted quickly and started from behind Xu Qing.
No one else had time to remind them.
There was a flash of white light.
Two more horse bandits fell.
This time they saw the sword light.
Just saw it.
Blood gushed out.
Before Xu Qing could say anything, three people had already died.
The other bandits fled.
They are just bandits, not well-trained soldiers.
No, if soldiers encounter such a vicious person, they will only run faster.
Nowadays, a truly capable man would never join the army. Instead, he would just occupy the mountains and collect tolls.
The other tea drinkers seemed to notice something.
Is this the Taoist priest from Chongyang Palace who saw injustice and drew his sword to help?
There were a few elderly tea drinkers reminiscing about the past.
Many years ago, most Taoist priests in Chongyang Palace were like this.
In recent years, I haven't seen these as much.
This was not because the Chongyang Palace lost the Taoist discussion to the Living Buddha, but because the purpose of Quanzhen Sect had changed, and the Taoist masters in the mountains had become more fame-seeking.
In their eyes, princes and nobles are the rich and powerful, and there is no place for ordinary people.
After all, most monks are supported by powerful families.
Ordinary people simply cannot afford the offerings.
Because of the taxes and labor service there, there is no way there would be enough financial resources to support monks.
But the rich like to take ordinary people to worship the Buddhist and Taoist masters. In this way, ordinary people with a little wealth will become penniless or even go bankrupt.
It is convenient for the masters to continue to control.
A local tyrant once said, "Land is not their best wealth, the poor are."
Some young tea drinkers have begun to praise Xu Qing.
The older tea drinkers left in silence.
If you leave now, you don't have to pay for the tea.
Besides, young people are too young after all. Not to mention whether the Taoist priest likes to hear flattery or not, if someone informs the bandits, wouldn’t he be in trouble?
The Taoist priest is just passing by, but the horse bandits are horse bandits who are rooted in place.
So what even if Xu Qing came from Chongyang Palace?
The imperial court has been keeping an eye on Chongyang Palace, finding fault with it whenever it does something out of line.
Xu Qing didn't care about these things. He just had the force now and didn't want to suffer this humiliation again.
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"Swords are not meant to be used to hurt people in the back. People like you are not worthy of using a sword."
A chillingly cold voice appeared.
Outside the tea stall, a swordsman in white came over.
Xu Qing thought, this is Ximen Chuxue’s line.
The person who came was naturally not Ximen Chuxue.
"Do you like to use your right hand?" Xu Qing's eyes fell on the swordsman in white.
This sentence was very puzzling to the bystanders.
I have always been right-handed. Is it strange for someone who practices sword to use his right hand?
"This person is the left-handed swordsman Feng Bujue." Someone whispered to the person next to him.
People nearby were even more confused.
Since he is known as the left-handed swordsman, why did the Taoist priest of Chongyang Palace say that he likes to use his right hand?
After hearing what Xu Qing said, Feng Bujue was silent for a while and said, "Are you from Chongyang Palace investigating me?"
Xu Qing: "People like you are not worth investigating. If you have any problem with me, then draw your sword."
Xu Qing's words were very down-to-earth and direct.
The world of martial arts is not about fighting and killing, it is about human relationships and worldly wisdom?
wrong!
The world is the world.
Where there are disputes and grudges, that's the world of martial arts.
In the Dayu Dynasty, Xu Qing was good at using political strategies to achieve great results with small efforts.
Here, Xu Qing plans to live in a different way.
After leaving Chongyang Palace, he felt an indescribable feeling of joy and relief brewing in his heart.
He clearly felt that this feeling of joy and ease was nourishing his Tai Shi Demonic Qi.
It was strange that all his magical powers and treasures were gone, and the Taichu Demonic Qi was also gone, but Xu Qing still retained a trace of the Taichu Demonic Qi.
However, Tai Shi Demonic Qi is different from ordinary magical powers and magic weapons.
Its function is not to manifest holiness.
Feng Bujue suddenly felt very scared.
He is a swordsman. If he starts to feel afraid, his sword will become unsteady, and if his sword is unsteady, he will not be able to defeat the enemy.
If you cannot defeat the enemy, there is only one result, and that is death.
In the blink of an eye, Feng Bujue seemed to have died once.
He was drenched in sweat.
"Remember to pay for me. This is the money for your life."
Feng Bujue came to his senses and felt that he had suffered a humiliation worse than death.
A bowl of tea and a plate of fennel beans, just a few copper coins?
His life is worth only a few copper coins?
He looked at Xu Qing's back and couldn't help but want to draw his sword.
But he held it back.
He was not a person who liked to stab someone in the back, and he realized that even if he did, he would be the one to die, and there would be no other outcome.
Because at some point, a hole appeared on his clothes near his heart.
"How much."
"Five... five coppers."
"Here is five taels of silver." Feng Bujue threw down the silver and left.
It’s not that he didn’t want to give more, but that’s all he brought.
The purchasing power of five taels of silver is already very strong!
An average family can only spend this much in a year.
This is a huge sum of money.
The tea master showed a frightened look, and then he bowed to the tea drinkers around him and said, "Today's tea is provided by the Taoist priest of Chongyang Palace. I plan to use this silver to burn incense at Chongyang Palace."
(End of this chapter)