Spring and Autumn Confucian Heroes

Chapter 80 Zhuang Thirteen

Carrying a wine gourd and carrying a green bamboo sword, Huan Chang is very familiar with this attire.

"Master, is that you?"

Although when Xu Wang left, he said that he was looking for poetry and the future, but Huan Chang would not believe it.

Over the years, although he saw Xu Huang drunk every day, sometimes he even seemed particularly shameless.

But for some reason, Huan Chang could always feel that there was a lot of resentment hidden in Xu Wang's heart, so much so that even Zhan Lu's sword did not recognize Xu Wang as the master.

During this time, Huan Chang has been thinking about Xu Huang.

However, Huan Chang didn't know where Xu Wang had gone, so he could only bury this concern in his heart.

Hearing suddenly today that there is such an unrivaled powerhouse who single-handedly destroyed the Huashan faction, he was excited and worried at the same time.

A long time ago, Xu Wang no longer used a sword, but liked to hold a green bamboo sword.

For this matter, Huan Chang once laughed at Xu Wang, saying that even if he held a green bamboo sword, he still looked like a bad old man, without any sense of elegance.

"The engraved handwriting can be turned into sword energy, and then become a dragon to injure warriors in the realm of transformation. This is the profound meaning of Spring and Autumn Brushwork."

The spring and autumn brushwork is one of the inheritance of Shujiange, and its power is unparalleled.

Huan Chang can be sure that the unrivaled powerhouse who defeated the Huashan School is his master Xu Wang.

"Master and the Huashan faction, what kind of grievances do they have? Why do they still insult the corpse of the other party's senior after destroying this sect?"

In Huan Chang's eyes, although his master seemed cynical, he was not the kind of person who desecrated the corpse of the dead.

Hang the corpses of more than a dozen metamorphosis warriors on the cliff, and suffer from wind and rain every day.

Huan Chang couldn't figure out what kind of enmity existed between the two that made his master act so aggressively.

"Also, although I used to think that the master was a hermit, I never thought that his martial arts would be so strong."

Destroying the powerful Huashan faction by one's own power sounds like a myth.

"I always thought that Shujian Pavilion's reputation is not obvious now, and it has long since declined, but now I understand that Shujian Pavilion has never declined."

"As long as the master of Shujian Pavilion is still there, even if there is only one person left in the sect, he can still shock the world!"

While Huan Chang's mood was agitated, he also had a trace of doubt.

He couldn't understand, since his master had such cultivation, why he kept his name hidden in the mountains for so many years, but didn't kill all his enemies sooner.

Just when Huan Chang was struggling in his heart, he suddenly heard a cold snort.

"Killing is nothing more than a nod. Those ten seniors of the Huashan faction have such high martial arts, even if they are killed, they should be respected."

"But the so-called unrivaled powerhouse not only destroyed the sect, but insulted the corpse of the dead, I am deeply ashamed!"

Huan Chang looked up and saw a man immediately.

This person looked about 25 years old, with black hair casually scattered over his shoulders, giving him a wild look.

His face has sharp edges and corners, as if cut by a knife, and has a different kind of beauty.

The man's figure was extremely strong, but he didn't look bloated. He carried a rusty bronze long knife on his right shoulder, and the bronze debris seemed to fall off at any time.

When Huan often looked at this person, the other drinkers also cast their eyes over him.

At this time, they were talking about that unrivaled powerhouse, and their words were full of admiration.

For the Jianghu people, fighting and exterminating their families is nothing more than a normal thing. If the Huashan faction was still there, they would not be so unscrupulous.

But the Huashan faction has been destroyed, and these quacks all worship the strong, so naturally they praise the mysterious unrivaled strong.

Hearing the man's words at this time, of course he felt a little dissatisfied.

But what the man said was reasonable, so they had no way to refute it, and they froze on the spot.

After such a freeze, the drinkers naturally lost their momentum.

Jianghu people care about saving face, and what men say is not unreasonable. If their companions talk about it like this, they will not say anything.

But now that he has been weakened by others, he is naturally upset.

The thin man from the Song Dynasty sneered and said, "Every powerful person in the world is a senior worthy of respect, and we have no intention of profane those dead Huashan School seniors."

"However, who can explain the grievances between the two of them?"

"Perhaps the Huashan faction did something horrific in the past, and that's why they're in a catastrophe now."

"I don't believe that that unrivaled powerhouse will go to Huashan to kill people for no reason."

The man glanced at Song Guoren, curled his lips and said, "The frog at the bottom of the well!"

Hearing this, the people of Song State were furious. They slammed the table, stood up and shouted, "How dare you scold me?"

But the man ignored the Song people.

He brushed his long hair frivolously, sat on the stool with the big horse golden knife, and put the long bronze knife on the table.

"Xiaoer, bring the good wine and meat quickly!"

Xiao Er wiped off his cold sweat, and hurriedly replied: "Okay, please wait a moment, the good wine and meat will be delivered soon."

Seeing that he was ignored by others, the people of Song State became even more furious, and shouted: "Boy, did you scold me just now?"

"Noisy!"

A bench slammed into Song Guoren, and Song Guoren had no time to react, and his whole body flew upside down immediately.

"Crackling!"

The Song people knocked over one wine table after another, spilling food all over the place.

"Pfft!"

The Song Guoren who fell to the ground suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and his face immediately turned crimson purple.

"Chong!"

Several warriors who were at the same table with Song Guoren all drew their weapons and surrounded the man viciously.

Xiao Er, who was about to leave just now, saw this scene and her legs trembled in fright.

"Guest officer calm down, several guest officers please calm down, don't you want to fight in the shop again?"

Xiaoer's tone already contained pleading.

The man smiled and said, "I don't want to cause trouble, but someone wants to provoke me."

Several people with weapons stared fiercely at the man, but none of them dared to step forward.

"Cough cough."

The Song Guoren got up from the ground and looked at the man with fear in his eyes.

"let's go!"

In the confrontation just now, the Song people already knew how terrifying the man in front of him was, and he was definitely not someone they could provoke.

He is also sensible and dare not continue to cause trouble.

Several people who drew their weapons, heard what Song Guoren said, and retreated to Song Guoren's side as if they had found a step.

"Mountains don't turn and water turns, I don't know if Your Excellency dares to leave a name?"

For these quacks, even if they lose, they don't want to lose their momentum. Naturally, they have to ask the opponent's name, and then leave a harsh word.

The man held a lock of hair with his left hand, and the smile on his face grew stronger.

"You should all have heard of my name."

"I am Yushu Linfeng, suave and suave, with a touch of pear blossoms crushing begonias, Zhuang Shisan, who is known as the lone traveler of thousands of miles!"

As soon as this remark fell, the inside of the restaurant suddenly became audible.

Even Huan Chang held his breath and lightly placed his right hand on the hilt of his sword.

(End of this chapter)