The road to Jianghu started from the martial arts hall

Chapter 445: The Boy in White
Zhang Wudao looked at Xue Qianrou's sweet smile, and the corners of his mouth formed a smile that was uglier than crying.

"It turned out to be the Snow Fairy in person, why are you playing such a joke on me?"

Xue Qianrou smiled and said, "There's no sign of your name, Zhang Wudao, on this road, but you brought people to set up a checkpoint here. That's a bit too much."

After saying this, he no longer paid attention to the people on the scene, and went up the mountain with Mei. All the Qingshan Gang disciples quickly made way for him, not daring to stop him.

Just before her figure disappeared from everyone's sight, she seemed to sense Fang Xun's aura and suddenly turned around to look at the crowd at the foot of the mountain.

At a quick glance, there was no trace of Fang Xun in the crowd; he had already disappeared without a trace.

"Heh, this guy"

She laughed and didn't think about it anymore. She held the beauty in her arms and continued to move towards the top of the mountain. Anyway, she would see her at the top of the mountain soon.

After Xue Qianrou floated up the mountain, the crowd at the foot of the mountain went wild and exclaimed in surprise.

"It's Fairy Snow from the Yinyue Sect!"

"Rumor has it that she is not even thirty this year, and has not even exceeded the limit of the Dragon and Phoenix Ranking, but she is already a Sun God Grandmaster!"

“This is the true pride.”

"She has this habit. The woman she brought with her seemed to be Yu Qianqian from Shuangjianlu."

Everyone almost called out the word "witch". When they thought of the delicate beauty in the other person's arms, their hearts suddenly became strange again.

Zhang Wudao looked at the crowd who were talking, smiled bitterly, and felt it was boring, so he took the disciples of Qingshan Gang up the mountain.

When he met Xue Qianrou who showed up unexpectedly, he knew that it would be difficult to get back at him. Even if he told Li Xuanfeng, the other party would not help him out for such a thing. He could only blame himself for his bad luck.

The Huangyang Peak is thousands of feet high. From a distance, it does not look like a mountain, but rather like a pillar towering into the clouds.

At the top of the mountain, you can see an extremely smooth platform. There is no soil, rock or sand. Instead, it is a piece of colorful glass that reflects the sunlight. It looks like the soil and rock have been crystallized after being burned at high temperature.

Three years ago, after Yan Sanqian, the head of the Sword Forging Pavilion, broke through to the Zhenwu level, he came here to test his sword. With one sword strike, he not only cut Huangyang Peak in half, but also brought up a burst of sky fire, burning the top of the mountain into a piece of smooth glass like a mirror.

Later, many masters regarded this place as a good place for challenges and competitions, and several exciting duels between masters have been staged here in the past three years.

Although it was winter, with snow and wind blowing and the air was freezing, Fang Xun only felt warm after climbing the mountain.

With careful sensing, he could also feel a sharp and hot sword intent hidden deep in the mountains.

'The Zhenwu strongman is indeed a human-shaped natural disaster.'

Fang Xun, who was still climbing the mountain, covered his brows and looked at the top of the mountain, and couldn't help but sigh.

He saw that there were many people walking along the roads leading to the top of the mountain. In addition to some famous players from Shuzhou, a large number of masters from other provinces were also attracted to watch the battle.

Crowds of people flocked to the top of the mountain from all directions.

Just when Fang Xun was about to reach the top of the mountain, a figure suddenly appeared.

The person who came was a thin young man. Although he looked no younger than 30, judging from his aura, he was also a skilled practitioner who had reached the highest level of enlightenment.

He was wearing a dark blue short-sleeved suit and had a neat short hair. Although he looked a little thin, he was the kind of lean one, and his muscles were filled with explosive power.

And judging from the markings on his clothes, he is also a disciple of the Qingshan Gang.

"Stop! Not everyone can climb to the top to watch the battle between two brothers. If you want to go up, you have to get past me!"

Fang Xun smiled after hearing this, realizing that the other party was not trying to make things difficult for him. It was just that the top of the mountain was so small that it could only accommodate a limited number of spectators, so they could only set a threshold for screening.

Thinking of this, he directly gave his name.

"Jiangzhou Fang Xun knows a little bit about swordsmanship and saber techniques, so he should be qualified to go to the top to watch the battle, right?"

As he spoke, Fang Xun's figure suddenly caused ripples, which startled the thin young man, but when he looked again, the other person's figure had disappeared.

The young man was left standing there in a daze for a while before he calmed down and continued to guard the gate. Regardless of whether the other party was an imposter or not, he could not afford to offend him based on his ethereal and traceless body movements, so he stopped thinking about it.

Fang Xun strolled to the top of the mountain. The ground was as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the sunlight in colorful colors.

I saw a group of warriors gathered in twos and threes on the top of the mountain, and the weakest among them had already reached the highest level of enlightenment.

He also saw Xue Qianrou standing alone aside with her beauty in her arms. When she saw Fang Xun coming, she nodded and ignored him.

Xue Qianrou and Yu Qianqian were being so affectionate as if no one was around, which made everyone else feel a little suspicious, but no one said anything.

Fang Xun didn't talk to her after seeing this. She was playing in the wild, and he didn't want to be a light bulb and make himself boring.

So he found a corner at random and stood there quietly alone.

On the top of the mountain, Fang Xun saw some familiar faces at a glance, including several disciples from Shenjian Lake whom he had met in Lijian Pavilion, and a group of true disciples headed by Fan Ting from Zhujian Pavilion, but he didn't recognize most of them.

While he was looking at them one by one, others were also looking at him. Some recognized them, some were wondering which one it was, and even triggered more than a dozen minds to take the initiative to spy.

Fang Xun raised his head and took a glance, and the dozen or so people who were peeping turned pale. Their eyes moved as quickly as frightened rabbits, and they dared not peek again.

Just as he sat down cross-legged, preparing to close his eyes and rest for a while waiting for the arrival of the main person, suddenly the aroma of a pot of wine wafted into his nose, making him open his eyes again.

"Brother, are you here alone? I happen to be alone too. It's not fun to drink this fine wine alone. Why not drink it to your heart's content? It can also be considered as a way to kill time."

As the sound fell, a young man appeared in front of Fang Xun.

The young man has a handsome face, a jade-like crown, and a snow-white robe. He has a jade belt around his waist and a folding fan in his hand. A jade wine pot and a blue sword are hung around his waist. He is as elegant and unrestrained as a handsome young man in troubled times.

The breeze ruffles his black hair, and his eyes seem to be dotted with stars, indescribably ethereal and clear.

After seeing the young man, Fang Xun felt that he had seen this person somewhere before. He had some impression of him, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

Seeing the young man's handsome face that appealed to both men and women, Fang Xun instinctively looked at the other's snow-white jade, swan-like slender neck, and then looked down.

There was only an Adam's apple on his neck, and there was no sign of his chest rising or falling.

"Well, it seems that she is not a woman dressed as a man."

After a subtle glance, Fang Xun stopped thinking about it and replied with a smile: "Such a fine wine, how can I not taste it."

The young man in white sat down on the ground and took out two jade cups. One of the jade cups slowly floated towards Fang Xun.

The jade wine pot hanging on the boy's waist had been opened at some point, and a wisp of mist floated out of the pot and gathered in the jade cup.

In an instant, when Fang Xun caught the jade cup, he saw that the mist had condensed into wine, making the jade cup half full and emitting a faint fragrance.

Fang Xun smelled the aroma of the wine and drank it all with the young man in white.

As soon as the wine took his first sip, he felt a warm feeling entering his heart. Only after it went down his throat and into his stomach did a wonderful taste emerge.

In an instant, a warm current rushed straight to the top of Fang Xun's head, and all the pores on his body seemed to open up.

An indescribable sense of comfort surged into his heart, making Fang Xun feel clear-headed, ethereal and happy. For a moment, it seemed as if he had touched the realm of incarnation of heaven and earth, but the next moment he became hazy again, returning to the invisible and intangible bottleneck.

"Good wine!"

After savoring it for a long time, he finally praised it. The taste of this fog wine is no less than the daughter's red wine in Xiayi Town, and it can even help with spiritual cultivation.

After hearing this, the young man in white also revealed a smile. Two streams of mist floated out of the jade pot again and gathered into the jade cup, condensing into half full.

"The wine is good, but it also depends on my mood. When I drink with you, even if it is a crude and inferior wine, it tastes like nectar when it enters my mouth."

"It depends on your mood. You're right. Drinking does depend on your mood!"

After that, the two drank a second cup.

(End of this chapter)