Travel through the heavens

Fang Muye walked forward slowly, bowed to Li Chungang, and said in a gentle voice: "Wen Hua greets Sword God Li. I have long heard of the Sword God's great name. It is an honor to meet you today."

Xu Fengnian, who had been expecting Fang Muye to drop his jaw and make a fool of himself, couldn't help but curl his lips when he saw Fang Muye being so neither humble nor arrogant, thinking, "Wen Hua, this brat, is really good at pretending."

Li Chungang stroked his beard and asked, "Do you practice swordplay, too?"

Fang Muye nodded: "Yes, I have practiced."

Li Chungang asked again: "How is the practice going?"

Fang Muye smiled slightly: "It's quite an achievement."

Li Chungang looked Fang Muye up and down. There was no sword spirit in his body, and there was no trace of sword practice. Is this considered achievement? Unless he has reached the state of returning to nature and embracing simplicity, but at such a young age, is it possible?

Li Chungang scratched his ears and asked again, "Which sword technique are you practicing?"

Fang Muye answered truthfully: "The first thing I learned was the Yue Girl Sword."

Li Chungang was known as the Sword God, and he knew almost all the sword techniques in the world, but this sword technique called "Yuenu Sword" was the first time he had heard of it. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "Yuenu Sword? Is it the sword technique of the Dongyue Kingdom?"

The Dongyue Kingdom was one of the original nine kingdoms during the Spring and Autumn Period, and was later destroyed by General Gu Jiantang of the Wuyang Dynasty of the Liyang Dynasty.

Fang Muye shook his head: "No."

"What other sword techniques have you practiced?" Li Chungang asked indifferently.

"I also practiced the Twenty-Four Moves of the Wind Returning Sword Technique, the Pine Wind Sword Technique, and the Rain-Dashing Flying Flowers Sword Technique..."

Fang Muye talked about the sword techniques he had practiced like he knew them all by heart, but Li Chungang's brows gradually furrowed as he listened.

Originally, I thought that with my own skills in swordsmanship, I could give some pointers to the young man named Wen Hua on the sword techniques he practiced, and hopefully he would learn something. But I never expected that the young man would actually talk about a lot of sword techniques that I had never heard of. Most importantly, at such a young age, he had actually practiced so many sword techniques. Didn't he know the principle of "biting off more than he can chew"?

Li Chungang raised his hand to interrupt Fang Muye and continue speaking: "That's enough. Young man, as the saying goes, 'Read a book a hundred times and its meaning will become clear', in fact, the same principle applies to sword practice. Only by practicing a sword technique thousands of times can you grasp its essence. If you want to achieve true talent and become a great person, you must first overcome the desire for more and faster results."

After saying this, Li Chungang stood up and looked at Xu Fengnian: "Xu boy, accompany me for a walk."

Xu Fengnian was stunned for a moment: "Go out for a walk? The two of us?"

Li Chungang said "hmm" and walked out of the room first.

"You, you..." Xu Fengnian pointed at Fang Muye, probably feeling sorry for him for wasting the great opportunity of receiving guidance from the Sword God, and then followed him.

Thirty miles outside the city of Fan, there is a vast expanse of vibrant reed marsh. Because of the autumn reeds and flying snow and Princess Jing'an's love for it, it attracted many scholars and literati in the city, who also commented on scenic spots such as "the fragrance of reeds in the fields" and "asking about fishing in the green lake".

On the second day, Fang Muye and others rode horses or took cars out of Fancheng. They walked along the flat official road for half a day, and then turned into a small road, which led to a lush and green reed marsh. The reeds were much taller than an adult, and when the breeze blew, they looked like green waves on the sea.

The crowd continued walking along the path until they came to a large open space in the center and stopped.

Fang Muye sat on his horse and looked around. His eyes paused imperceptibly at three places in the distance, and then he smiled softly: "Mr. Xu, the feng shui here is quite good. It is really a good place to bury someone. Did you choose it?"

"Yes, I chose it, but I don't know who will be buried in the end." Xu Fengnian said as he walked out of the carriage, then jumped onto the carriage and sat down, his expression as calm as a pool of water.

Fang Muye looked at Lu Qiantang and his men, who were looking at each other as if they were facing a formidable enemy. He raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said to Qingniao, the coachman, with a smile: "Miss Qingniao, you don't have to worry, I'm here."

Bluebird smiled gently and nodded slightly. Although she didn't say anything, her cheeks were a little red.

She really didn't expect that the sloppy Mr. Wen whom she met yesterday would turn into a handsome and elegant man when she saw him again today.

Fang Muye smiled and deliberately asked, "I am observing Miss Bluebird's posture, is she practicing spear?"

Qingniao was slightly stunned. Few people knew about her spear training. Even the prince was kept in the dark. How did this Master Wen know about it?

But she still nodded and said softly, "Yes, Master Wen."

"Actually, I also know some very powerful shooting skills, which I learned from a friend of mine. Miss Bluebird, if you have time, we can have a discussion." Fang Muye said seriously.

Xu Fengnian, who was sitting on the roof, couldn't stand it anymore and couldn't help but say, "Qingniao, don't listen to Wen Hua's nonsense. He likes to brag. Yesterday he said he was famous for his sword skills, and today he said he has great spear skills. If he keeps talking like that, there will be no place for him in the top ten martial arts masters. Also, Wen Hua, I'm not saying anything bad about you, but even if you want Qingniao to be your wife, you can't brag about yourself so shamelessly. Qingniao doesn't like this."

Bluebird's face couldn't help but turn red again.

Fang Muye chuckled, "Mr. Xu, I'm not bragging. Who said that if one's sword skills are great, then one can't also be great at spear skills? Now, I won't hide it from you. All martial arts in the world are in my hands. I am a sword immortal when I hold a sword, and I am a spear immortal when I hold a spear."

Xu Fengnian was so angry that he rolled his eyes. He didn't know what to say. He pointed at Fang Muye for a long time before saying, "You...you...you really brag too much."

Qingniao, however, had a smile on her face. She had discovered since yesterday that the Crown Prince and Young Master Wen had a very good relationship. They especially liked to joke around and tease each other. After their playfulness, the original solemn atmosphere had disappeared completely.

Although Lu Qiantang and Shu Xiu, who were standing in front of the carriage, did not turn around, their expressions clearly showed that this Master Wen was really arrogant. The old sword god Li Chungang was still sitting in the carriage, and you dared to brag about being a sword immortal?

Li Chungang, who had been quietly sharpening a wooden sword with his fingers in the carriage, did speak, but it was a hearty laugh: "Hahaha, young man, you are quite courageous. All martial arts in the world are in my hands. Holding a sword I am a sword immortal, holding a gun I am a gun immortal. You are so bold to say that, and you really have some of the style of this old man back then. What a pity..."

What a pity! Li Chungang didn’t continue speaking, but everyone roughly guessed what he meant.

That is, although you dare to speak like me, you may not have the same ability as me.

In this world, it is not uncommon for trouble to be caused by the mouth.

Jiang Ni glanced at Li Chungang, who was stroking his long beard, and lifted the carriage curtain, leaning out half of his body, and shouted impatiently to Xu Fengnian on the roof of the carriage: "Hey, Xu Fengnian, what are we waiting for?"

Xu Fengnian glanced at Jiang Ni and said calmly, "Wait for Princess Jing'an."

"You gave her such a shabby bead and wrote a letter that sounded like a tease. How could a princess like her come to see you in the reed marsh?" Jiang Ni said sarcastically, "Even if she wanted to come, Prince Jing'an would not agree."

Xu Fengnian was confident: "On the contrary, she may not want to come, but Prince Jing'an will definitely let her come."

Jiang Ni rolled her eyes when she heard that and shrank back sullenly.

Everyone continued to wait in boredom. After about an incense stick of time, the sounds of horse hooves and neighs suddenly rang out, and thousands of birds flew up in the reed marsh.