cold clothes

Leng Yi and Liu Xia left the elegant pavilion and looked down curiously from the third floor. Suddenly, a flash of snow-white light appeared below, so sharp it was almost blinding. Leng Yi squinted, and after a few seconds, she realized that the light was actually a sword wrapped in cloth.

Leng Yi was astonished; the light emanating from the cloth was so sharp—what kind of sword must it be?

Then Leng Yi shifted her gaze to the person wielding the sword. It was a smartly dressed young man, dressed in white robes and blue shirts, with soft armor over them. Besides carrying a sword on his back, he also had a flute at his waist, exuding a dashing and unrestrained air. His face was rugged, his eyes gleaming like cold stars, and he had a very upright appearance, just like the male protagonist of a swordsman in a martial arts drama from her previous life.

"We are not receiving guests today, so please leave quickly!" The servant shoved the swordsman again without any politeness.

Leng Yi glanced outside the door; people were decorating with colorful ribbons, which allowed the swordsman to break in.

"But your door was open!" The swordsman was very puzzled. Moreover, martial artists are always hot-blooded. The servant's pushing him made him angry, and he raised his hand to retaliate.

Seeing that things were getting out of hand, a gentle and calm voice quickly stopped their physical fight: "Stop it, Ah Man, step back. You mustn't be rude to your guest."

The swordsman paused, his raised hand halting. He had just entered the room when he was stopped. Filled with anger, he couldn't help but glare at the direction from which the voice came, only to see a woman of unparalleled beauty walking towards him with graceful steps. He was stunned.

The woman's eyes were like autumn water. She met the swordsman's eyes, and her earnest and subtle affection flowed like clear waves. She parted her red lips and said, "My servants have offended you greatly. Please forgive them, young master. However, Fengxiang Pavilion is not accepting guests today, and this is not a restaurant."

"Ah, ah? You really don't take customers..." The swordsman seemed to wake from a dream, then thought for a couple of seconds, realizing he had made a mistake and looked embarrassed. "This isn't a restaurant? But I heard people at the teahouse by the roadside say that Fengxiang Pavilion has the finest wine..."

He suddenly realized that the passerby's words had a second half: "There is also the most beautiful person."

"Hehe, what you heard is true, young master. Our Fengxianglou's Half Pot of Spring is so delicious that there is no other like it in the world." Nuandong chuckled, a laugh that could make anyone's waist go weak.

As he had heard, it was indeed true; the swordsman's wild imagination had run wild.

Nuandong glanced at the sword on his back and said with a gentle smile, "Young master doesn't seem to be from the capital; he appears to have come from afar."

"Oh, I am Hua Ziqing, a disciple of the Huashan Sect. I am here to follow my master's orders to go down the mountain to gain experience and broaden my horizons, and at the same time earn some travel expenses to return to the mountain..." When asked about his origins, Hua Ziqing straightened his back with considerable pride, but his momentum weakened a bit in the latter half of his sentence.

Warm Winter's eyebrows curved slightly: "So you are a young hero from the Huashan Sect. I have long heard of the Huashan Sect's loyalty and courage. Today I am honored to meet such a hero of the martial world."

"Haha, I don't deserve it." Hua Ziqing scratched his head, blushing from Nuan Dong's praise.

Nuandong assumed that Hua Ziqing wouldn't hold it against her, so she decided to end the conversation. "Since Young Master Hua came because of Banhuchun, even if we don't open for business today, it wouldn't be good to spoil your mood. Moreover, the servants were rude to you, so they should apologize. I've taken the liberty of inviting you to drink a pot of Banhuchun. I hope you won't take today's unpleasantness to heart."

"This is just a small matter, nothing to worry about. When you're out in the world, why would you care about such things?" Hua Ziqing waved his hand. "You don't need to treat me to this wine. You're in business too, so I'll pay for it."

Leng Yi couldn't help but chuckle to himself. The price of half a pot of spring tea was comparable to gold, and the young hero who was training and earning money along the way probably couldn't afford it.

Warm winter wouldn't make her guest feel awkward, so she smiled and said, "Young hero, you should owe me this favor, consider it as making me a friend. If you're too shy... I have a deep admiration for the Huashan swordsmanship. Would you be so kind as to let me see it?"