The road to Jianghu started from the martial arts hall

Chapter 186 Gambling and drugs and I are inseparable
In the golden autumn of September, the autumn wind gradually becomes bleak.

Although there is still a trace of heat in the land of Jiangnan, the golden ears of corn in the fields have already climbed onto the branches, shining brightly, and it is another good year with a bumper harvest.

Not only were there busy figures everywhere in the countryside, but there were also more people on the official road.

The busy farming season means not only farm work is busy, but also business of merchants in the city is busy.

As the sun sets, the official road outside Qingyang City is still bustling with people.

Then a loud cry was heard, attracting passers-by to look up.

They only saw a huge black shadow passing by in the sky, but did not notice that Fang Xun's figure had mixed in with them at some point.

Fang Xun was dressed in a brown silk robe, with two spiritual swords on his waist, one bright blue and one dark green, and a large bag on his arm. He was dressed like an ordinary man in the martial arts world.

As he walked towards the city gate three miles away, he was still sighing in his heart how convenient it was to have a big bird.

In just four hours, he traveled over eight thousand miles from Jinling City to the outskirts of Qingyang City.

Unfortunately, Fang Xun had also asked Old Man Mo about it. He knew that the Iron-winged Eagle was an extremely rare beast, hard to come by, and extremely difficult to cultivate.

Most of them are wild and difficult to tame, and it is difficult to domesticate them without years of systematic training methods.

When the old man was young, he caught a nest of five young eagles in a mountain somewhere, but in the end he only raised this one.

As for the other four, they were too hard to keep accustomed to, and he sacrificed them all.
The autumn wind was blowing, and soon Fang Xun joined the long queue in front of the city gate.

In Daxuan, anyone entering or leaving the city must show a pass and identity card.

In the past, whether he was in Guangling Prefecture or Jinling Prefecture, he didn't have to go through so much trouble. The soldiers at the city gates all recognized him and would make way for him even if they were riding their horses at full speed.

But this time was different, he came to Qingyang Prefecture to investigate a case, no, it should be said that he came to kill someone, and he didn't want to be too high-profile, so he got off the eagle outside the city and walked into the city.

While waiting in boredom, Fang Xun's great eyes also reflected the various emotions in the hearts of passers-by.

Although I cannot sense what is specifically being thought of in my heart, even the general emotions are colorful.

Joy, curiosity, longing, melancholy, anger, gloom.
He could sense all kinds of emotions clearly. Not only that, he also found that the warriors of Qingyang Prefecture generally had a more sturdy aura than those of Jinling Prefecture.

This does not mean that the average strength level of warriors in Qingyang Prefecture is higher than that in Jinling Prefecture, but that the proportion of warriors in the two places is different.

Although Jinling Prefecture is home to many experts, the government is too powerful, and those martial artists who don't like being restricted generally don't like to stay in Jinling City for too long.

Most of the masters in the city are disciples of wealthy families who are well-dressed and spoiled, while there are fewer people from the martial arts world.

But Qingyang Prefecture is different.

"Road pass, ivory card."

Before they knew it, Fang Xun's line of people entering the city finally reached his end. He handed over his identity card and pass to the soldiers at the city gate for inspection.

He used a fake identity, but it had a genuine official seal. The guard saw that there was no problem and let Fang Xun enter the city after collecting the entrance fee.

As soon as he entered the city, Fang Xun saw the bustling crowds of people. It was much more prosperous than the deserted Jinling City.

Different from the grand and solemn Jinling City, the streets in Qingyang City are not very spacious and the building layout is more cramped, which in turn makes the crowds on the streets more lively.

Fang Xun looked around along the way. When he reached a certain intersection, his heart moved slightly. He sensed that several pairs of eyes were staring at him from behind.

Not long after entering the city, I felt like someone was following me.

At the corner of the street, there were several young men acting furtively. They looked like street thugs and were observing Fang Xun.

Fang Xun sighed helplessly: "Did he recognize me? Could it be that the local tyrant has my portrait?"

I wanted to be more low-key, but I didn't expect that reality wouldn't allow it.
But Fang Xun didn't care much. He quickened his pace unconsciously and walked towards Mingyuexuan, which is known as the best building in Qingyang.

Well, this is a brothel and it is only open at night, but it is still daytime now.

"It must be Fang Xun, the Black Hand Sword. You guys keep watching. I'll go tell the masters!"

At the entrance of the alley, a square-faced man said something to his companion and then ran into the alley behind him.

As a post-natal martial artist, although not very conspicuous, he had also practiced Qinggong, and soon he came out from the exit on the other side of the alley.

He entered a grand and elegant restaurant and told a large man in black that Fang Xun had come to Qingyang Prefecture.

Inside the private room on the fourth floor, more than a dozen figures with deep auras were seen toasting each other around a table of food and wine.

Suddenly, footsteps were heard, followed by a creak, and the door of the box opened. A big man in black pushed the door open and came to the table.

"Master, gentlemen, someone just reported that they saw the Black Hand Sword Fang Xun!"

When they heard the name, an old man's hand holding the wine glass trembled and a few drops of wine accidentally splashed out. The faces of the others also changed slightly.

"Are you sure it's him?"

Although they had already instructed their gang members to memorize the portraits of some martial arts masters, including Fang Xun's, they could not help but ask a question after hearing the report from their subordinates.

"No doubt about it. That man is in his early twenties, with a deep aura. He doesn't look ordinary from a distance. He has short hair, wears a pair of black gloves, and has two swords on his waist. One has a curved tip and the other has a dark green scabbard. He is Fang Xun, the Black Hand Sword!"

"We got it, let's go!"

The big man in black immediately took his leave respectfully, closing the door behind him when he left.

"Fang Xun, the black swordsman, I heard that he severely injured the Grandmaster with one sword in the Sword Sharpening Pavilion. After coming to Jinling Mansion, he captured Qin Wanpeng. Hehe, what a big name!"

At this time, a big man with a rough face slammed the table.

"You must have found someone who came to Qingyang Mansion with bad intentions. Why don't you let me kill him?"

"Oh, that's easy for you to say. Why don't you just go now? Why are you still asking?"

Immediately, a tall and thin old man sneered. "Although I don't believe those rumors, it was just a coincidence that the master was severely injured by one sword, and the credit for taking down Qin Wanpeng should be mainly due to Sun Youcai and Liu Junshan.

But he still has some strength. Before he became enlightened, he fought a tie with Jian Wuyi of Shenjian Lake. After he became enlightened, they were still at the same level. Qi Lao Si, are you sure you can handle it by yourself?"

It was a pity that Liu Xinyuan had just died two days ago, and the news had not yet reached Qingyang City, eight thousand miles away, otherwise no one at the table would have been in the mood to drink.

Qi Lao Si's face flushed red and he said angrily.

"Old Ghost Su, do you think everyone is as old and senior as you?

I think the Black Hand Sword is just a name in name only. The Six Gates are just trying to build momentum for him. Now that people have come to Qingyang City, who else could they be but coming for us?

I might as well go all out and do it tonight to avoid any more troubles!"

"Qi Lao Si, you!"

Seeing that a verbal fight was about to begin, most people at the table did not try to dissuade it, but instead watched the two with interest.

"That's enough for you two!"

Suddenly a deep and deep voice sounded, and they both shut their mouths in an instant.

Sitting in the main seat was a middle-aged man with dark and rough skin and a burly figure, his face gloomy.

The man looked like an old farmer, but after he glanced around coldly, everyone else sat up straight.

"One Fang Xun is nothing, but if you kill him, the Six Gates will send others to investigate. What if Jade Flood Dragon comes in person, do you want to kill him too?

Don't just fight and kill all day long, use your brain more. Even if my Yushan Hall is strong, can it be stronger than the Six Gates of Jiangzhou or the Great Xuan Court?"

Everyone was silent for a moment, and the dark-skinned man snorted coldly and continued.

"But since he's here, we have to entertain him. Qi Lao Si, go and invite him into the hall. Remember, invite him, don't beat him to death!"

Qi Laosi suddenly stood up, his fists clenched so hard that they creaked, and a ferocious smile appeared on his face.

"Master, leave this matter to me!"

At this moment, the door was pushed open again, and the man in black hurried in.

Everyone looked over there, and under the sharp gazes of more than a dozen people, the man in black shuddered and actually knelt down. Without waiting for the people in the room to ask questions, he quickly spoke loudly.

"Master, gentlemen, that person went to Mingyue Pavilion"

For a moment, you could hear a pin drop in the box, and everyone looked at each other in surprise.

"Why is he going to Mingyuexuan, and it's not even dark yet?"

Fang Xun stood at the door of Mingyuexuan. Just by getting close, he could smell a strong scent of powder.

Fang Xun, who swore to be sworn enemies of gambling and drugs, visited a brothel for the first time in his life.

Passersby on the street looked at him strangely. They had never heard of anyone going to a brothel in broad daylight. This guy was too impatient.

Fang Xun ignored the strange looks from people around him and knocked on the door.

"It's not even night yet, who's in such a hurry, you..."

After a few seconds, the door creaked open to reveal a gap wide enough for a person to pass through. A young servant in blue clothes poked his head out and looked around.

But just as he was about to curse, he suddenly saw Fang Xun. He was startled and quickly opened the door to greet him.

"Sir, you came at an unfortunate time. The girls are not ready yet. Can you come back later?"

The young servant had been in the market for many years and had a first-rate ability in observing people's words and expressions. Fang Xun had two swords hanging from his waist, so no matter how strong the opponent was, it would be easy for him to deal with him.

These types of guests, who are young and hot-tempered, are the most difficult to deal with. They often resort to knifework if they disagree with something.

If he spoke hastily and said something unpleasant, he might be beaten or even stabbed and die.

Even if the boss stood up for him afterwards, it wasn't worth it. He couldn't afford to offend the boss, so could he not deal with a waiter like him?
Fang Xun frowned after hearing this, and his left hand unconsciously pressed the hilt of the sword "Bi Xue Zhao Dan Qing". The sharp-eyed servant was startled when he saw this, and quickly changed his words.

"Look at what I said, that's someone else. This young master is obviously from a big sect, so he is naturally different."

As he was speaking, the servant enthusiastically welcomed Fang Xun in.

Mingyuexuan is located in a prosperous area and covers a large area.

There are many attics inside, rockeries, flower beds, ponds and everything else. The environment is quiet and elegant, but the smell of cosmetics is a bit strong.

Led by the servant, Fang Xun walked deeper into the cave, taking in everything around him with great interest.

Although the scenery here is not as good as that of my own garden, it is still a good place.

The servant was not too surprised to see Fang Xun's face was normal, and he immediately understood that the other party was from a wealthy family who had seen the world.

He immediately introduced the girls here enthusiastically.

There are gentle and lovely ones, talented ones, passionate ones, mature and plump ones, and even many with a minimum sentence of three years and a maximum sentence of death penalty.
There are all kinds of women, fat or thin.

Just as the servant was introducing Fang Xun incessantly and as the two of them were walking through a corridor, suddenly a charming and seductive laugh came from the corridor lobby.

"What a rare guest! Who is so excited that he comes to visit us in broad daylight?"

The voice came from far away and got closer. When the sentence was finished, a beautiful woman with mature charm appeared in front of Fang Xun.

The beautiful woman was not wearing any makeup; her green gauze skirt showed off her graceful curves, and her brows were full of ambiguity.

When Fang Xun saw the real master finally appeared, he smiled and said, "I am Fang Xun from the Six Gates, nice to meet this senior from the Yinyue Sect."

(End of this chapter)