Snow: The Crown Prince of Chu, forced into marriage by the Minister of the Southern Palace with his

Yuan Tingshan was a guest elder of the Xuanyuan family. Originally, Xuanyuan Jingcheng's intention was for Xuanyuan Qingfeng not to go back, absolutely not to go back to Huishan.

However, to his surprise, Yuan Tingshan also harbored his own wolfish ambitions.

To actually intend to marry into the Xuanyuan family is truly shameful, or rather, shameful in every way.

Jiang Xuan thought for a moment, then looked at Jiang Xuan standing not far away.

"Goodness, it's stuck to you now?"

Xuan Yuan Qingfeng curled his lip, clearly looking down on Yuan Tingshan.

So he walked straight up to the other person and pointed outside: "How about we have a little sparring session?"

Yuan Tingshan snorted coldly and followed after him, looking at Xuan Yuan Qingfeng: "Qingfeng, you wait, I will definitely win."

Just as the two were facing each other, Xuan Yuan Qingfeng, who was next to Jiang Xuan, suddenly stood on tiptoe and then placed her moist red lips on his cheek.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Xuan didn't react much. After all, what's the big deal? They've been kissing a few times every day these past few days.

However, when Yuan Tingshan saw this, it was as if his throat was blocked, and his face showed an expression of shock, doubt, unwillingness to believe, and disbelief.

Xuan Yuan Qingfeng's lips curled slightly, and his eyes revealed a cunning glint.

"Go for it, Brother Jiang Xuan! Qingfeng is waiting for you here!"

Jiang Xuan pinched her cheek and said, "You don't need to pretend with me, there's no need for this tone."

Xuan Yuan Qingfeng was taken aback at first, then chuckled and said, "Since you like it, what's wrong with me giving a little something in return?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Xuan couldn't help but swallow, his eyes gleaming with an unusual light.

Xuan Yuan Qingfeng's words were truly profound.

At this moment, Yuan Tingshan's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but shout, "You two, stop showing off your love in front of me, okay?"

Jiang Xuan shrugged, then looked at the other person and said directly, "No, after all, these are genuine feelings."

At noon, Yuan Tingshan could no longer control himself. He drew his long sword and thrust it towards Jiang Xuan's face.

Jiang Xuan snorted coldly, and the moment he took a step, countless sword energies burst forth.

He instantly appeared beside the other party, and at the same time, he lightly slashed the Crimson Dragon Sword in front of himself.

The sword energy had already arrived, and Yuan Tingshan's figure flickered, trying to dodge the sword.

However, Jiang Xuan attacked again at this moment, but this time one sword strike turned into three.

Chapter 42 Yuan Tingshan's Death, The Bustling Restaurant

Sword energy emanated from Jiang Xuan's body, forming a net-like pattern of unparalleled sharpness.

In Yuan Tingshan's view, three sharp sword beams were hurtling toward his body at different speeds and directions.

Eyes, heart, and lungs.

Yuan Tingshan tried to dodge, but his arm, which he had just raised, was torn apart by the sword energy in the next second.

At the same time, the three swords that Jiang Xuan thrust out had already reached Yuan Tingshan.

Puff puff!

thump!

Jiang Xuan flicked the Crimson Dragon Ancient Sword in his hand, and put it directly into its sheath.

If the eyes, heart, and lungs are pierced, no one can survive.

Of course, there are other possibilities in this world.

But Jiang Xuan didn't think there was anything special about Yuan Tingshan.

After Jiang Xuan dealt with Yuan Tingshan, he came to Xuan Yuan Qingfeng's side.

"Haven't you seen me in action?" Seeing the other's surprised expression, Jiang Xuan reached out and rubbed Xuan Yuan Qingfeng's delicate cheek, smiling, "So why are you still surprised?"

Xuan Yuan Qingfeng shook his head, looked at Jiang Xuan seriously, and said, "Because no matter how many times I watch it, I am always surprised, um, I always feel a very... indescribable feeling."

Jiang Xuan smiled, shook his head and looked at the other person, "You see, this is because you haven't read enough books, so you can't think of any words to use."

Upon hearing Jiang Xuan's words, Xuan Yuan Qingfeng couldn't help but roll his eyes, secretly thinking, "This Jiang Xuan... doesn't understand girls at all."

After dealing with Yuan Tingshan, Jiang Xuan and his companion returned to the city and settled into an inn.

After checking into their room, they went downstairs to eat. After all, they had been out in the wild for so long, and they needed to hear some news. Asking questions would only attract unwanted attention.

Sitting right here in this place eating and drinking, these drunken江湖人 (jianghu people, people from all walks of life) will talk even if you don't ask them.

After the two sat down, they ordered a pot of wine, a pound of meat, two vegetable dishes, some steamed buns, and soup.

I had just sat down when I heard the people in the next seat start talking loudly.

Jiang Xuan's lips curled up slightly. He glanced at Xuan Yuan Qingfeng and found that the other was also looking at him. The two looked at each other without saying a word, but their understanding was clear.

"Have you heard? Both towns have been turned into ruins. Do you know who did it?"

"How long ago was this news? You're only bringing it up now. Wasn't this done by Jiang Xuan? It's said that he fought against thousands of people by himself and killed more than a hundred."

"It's not just a hundred, but there's actually a human named Han Diaosi among them!"

"What?! The human-cat Han Diaosi is dead?! Hahaha, this is truly gratifying, absolutely gratifying! Alright, today the entire place will be bought by me, Young Master Zhao..."

His gaze swept across the room, and suddenly he noticed the wine pot sitting quietly on the table between Jiang Xuan and the other person.

cough cough.

Damn it, fifty-year-old peach blossom wine?

Thirty taels?

"Hey bro, go on."

Seeing his actions, the people all smiled.

His friend sitting opposite him gave Jiang Xuan an apologetic look, and Jiang Xuan simply nodded, and that was the end of it.

The other person hurriedly waved his hand, glancing left and right with a look of fear in his eyes.

He practically lay on the table, looking at his friends beside him, and whispered, "Don't talk nonsense. Although Han Diaosi is dead, he was still a powerful eunuch in the imperial palace."

"It is said that during this period, the 100,000 eunuchs under Han Diao Temple were like madmen, arresting all kinds of people in Liyang. Some of them just cursed a few words or cheered, while others didn't say anything at all, only mentioning Jiang Xuan."

"Just because his name is Jiang Xuan, he was arrested?"

"Arrest them? Kill them! I also heard that in a place called Jiangjia Village in Jianzhou, the entire village of over a hundred households, adults and children alike, were all killed, not a single one was left."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Xuan frowned. Just then, a cool yet soft hand was placed on the back of his hand.

Jiang Xuan then realized what was happening, and a smile appeared on his face. He then shook his head at Xuan Yuan Qingfeng.

Jiang Xuan naturally assured Xuan Yuan Qingfeng that he was fine, but Xuan Yuan Qingfeng didn't believe him.

"This can't be blamed on Jiang Xuan. I can only say it's fate. But he's really something. Unlike us, he doesn't just know how to fight and kill. He was the one who first confronted those arrogant and disdainful scholars at Shangyin Academy and utterly humiliated them."

"I know, I can still recite his poem to this day, especially the line 'The fragrance of flowers fills Chang'an, the whole city is adorned with golden armor,' it's so damn tough and domineering! I really want to see that day."

"Haha, I bet that's all you know. But while this poem is powerful, it's another piece that truly showcases his literary talent. I've heard it's considered the greatest parallel prose of all time."

"Parallel prose, what is parallel prose?"

"I don't understand either. You just need to know that from ancient times to the present, in the thousands of years since this article began, no one has been able to write it better than him."

"That's amazing? Isn't he just like Lu Dongxuan, the Lu Zu of the literary world? I remember Lu Zu was the number one swordsman in a thousand years, the number one in the Heavenly Dao in a thousand years, and the number one in the past and present five hundred years? That's truly the pinnacle of humanity, an object of worship for us martial artists."

"If you understand it that way, it doesn't seem wrong. Although the imperial court is hunting him down, the Shangyin Academy still acknowledges the achievement of this article."

As they were talking, Xuan Yuan Qingfeng's lips unconsciously curled up slightly, and a bright smile appeared on his face.

For some reason, when he heard others say good things about Jiang Xuan, Xuan Yuan Qingfeng always felt very happy, and when he saw the other person sitting next to him, he felt very at ease.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng didn't know what kind of curse he was under, or what kind of poison Jiang Xuan had given him.

she does not know.

However, just as the atmosphere was getting good, a middle-aged Confucian scholar wearing a pure yang turban and walking with gait looked over.

He looked simply dressed in poverty, and a handsome young page stood beside him.

The young page held an ancient sword in both hands, its scabbard made of ebony and wrapped in South China Sea sharkskin; it looked extremely ordinary.

"Gentlemen, you may say this article is good, and I, Lu, admit that, but that poem is just average."

"And what is it when a person writes their emotions and aspirations in poetry? It's nothing more than complaining."

He chuckled, shook his head at the group, and continued, "But if someone feels there's a problem, they should go and fix it."

"If you feel that the dynasty is not good enough, then work hard to pass the imperial examination and you can also contribute to the country and the people."

As he spoke, the smile on his face gradually disappeared, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

Chapter Forty-Three: The Lu Family of Linglang, I am Chen Ping'an

The middle-aged scholar tapped the table, then turned his head away, no longer looking at these people.

"But what kind of person is it who neither seeks fame and fortune nor helps others, but only knows how to write poems to wallow in self-pity?"

Hearing the middle-aged scholar's sneer, Xuan Yuan Qingfeng almost slammed her hand on the table and pointed at the man's nose, cursing him out, but Jiang Xuan held her back.

"It's alright, Qingfeng. We still need to get back to Huishan. We shouldn't expose ourselves here."

Seeing the other party's nonchalant expression, Xuan Yuan Qingfeng naturally knew Jiang Xuan's strength and that he was definitely not a coward.

He said nothing and did nothing, entirely because of himself.

Jiang Xuan knew he was in a lot of trouble, so he didn't want to delay Xuan Yuan Qingfeng's affairs at this time.

She closed her eyes as she thought of this, and when she opened them again, her eyes were sparkling with a crystalline light.

Her gaze toward Jiang Xuan grew increasingly somber.

It's hard to move.

At the same time, Xuan Yuan Qingfeng poured himself a glass of wine and then poured one for Jiang Xuan.