Gu Long's World: Starting with the Legend of Chu Liuxiang

Hu Tiehua jumped out of the pool and shouted, "That's right, it's none other than the powerful and influential General Shi Tianwang who has dominated the seven seas and the world in recent years."

Jiang Fengyue said, "He's just a pirate who's a bit more famous."

Chu Liuxiang's expression changed several times as he stared at Hu Tiehua, then asked blankly, "Why do they want you to escort the princess?"

Hu Tiehua sighed, "Many people in the martial arts world do not approve of this marriage, so Steward Hua from Jade Sword Manor personally came to me and asked me to escort them."

He added, "So unless King Shi suddenly dies, no one can stop this marriage."

Jiang Fengyue said coldly, "No one would be happy to see a beautiful woman marry a gorilla."

Hu Tiehua's eyes widened, and she said, "Could it be that you also oppose this marriage?"

Jiang Fengyue said, "How this marriage goes is none of my business, but if it can help me get rid of a notorious pirate, that would be a great joy for me."

Hu Tiehua sighed, "Indeed, no one in the martial world can rival you, but that King Shi lives far overseas. If you want to kill him, you must first find him."

He continued, "Even if we find him, there are quite a few martial arts masters who have joined him over the years, so killing him won't be easy."

Chu Liuxiang smiled and said, "Whether we can kill him or not, we have to try first. Even in the most difficult situations, we have all taken risks."

Hu Tiehua said, "No matter what, you have to escort me to a place now."

Jiang Fengyue asked, "Where?"

Hu Tiehua said, word by word, "Jade Sword Manor".

Chu Liuxiang said, "I can go with you, but I need to go have a drink and eat something first. I haven't even had time to eat while looking for you."

Hu Tiehua laughed loudly, "You old stinker, even if you hadn't said anything, I was still going to go for a drink."

Night, spring night, rainy.

Under the simple bamboo shed, there was a small noodle stall. Besides the owner and his wife, three other people were sitting on a few crooked tables and chairs.

On a desolate rainy night, people actually came to patronize their business.

Three more people appeared in the alley: Jiang Fengyue, Chu Liuxiang, and Hu Tiehua. They happened to be passing by the alley.

It was late at night, and finding a place to drink wasn't easy. But when they came across a noodle stall with its lights on, they wouldn't let it pass them by.

Hu Tiehua rushed to the noodle stall and shouted, "Quickly, give me three jugs of wine and three bowls of noodles!"

He looked down and saw a large wooden platter on the noodle stall displaying braised vegetables, as well as some beef, pork intestines, dried tofu, and braised eggs.

Hu Tiehua then said, "Cut a little bit of everything for me, cut a lot of it."

No one responded to him. He looked up and saw two very familiar faces with forced smiles on their faces. Hu Tiehua was speechless.

He jumped up and shouted, "My goodness! Aunt Hua, and Steward Hua, what are you doing here?"

Manager Hua coughed twice, his lips twitching, and forced a smile, saying, "It's better if you don't ask. If you want noodles, I can treat you to as many bowls as you like."

Aunt Hua went to greet her, smiling the whole time. She smiled sweetly at Hu Tiehua, her laughter like the tinkling of silver bells.

She smiled and said, "My sweet baby, it's been so long, didn't you miss me at all?"

As she spoke, she was already about to embrace Hu Tiehua.

Hu Tiehua pushed her away and said, "Don't be so mushy."

Jiang Fengyue and the others had already sat down to eat noodles and drink.

There were only three small tables in the simple tent, which had already been occupied by the three people who had arrived first. None of the three looked friendly.

Especially the one-armed man sitting in the corner, his face was like a butcher's chopping board, covered with scars.

At the next table was a young man who looked very proper.

At the same table as Jiang Fengyue and the others was a sickly man in blue.

"Check-in!"

"Successfully checked in as Huang the Sick Man, and gained the ability to be immune to all diseases."

"Sign-in successfully with Black Bamboo Pole, and you will receive the martial art Bamboo Pole Staff Technique."

"Successfully signed in as an Iron Sword Disciple and obtained the Iron Sword Technique."

"Sign-in successful for Manager Hua, you have received 1,000 taels of silver, which has been deposited into the system space and can be withdrawn at any time."

"Signing in with Aunt Hua successfully, you have received 800 taels of silver, which has been stored in the system space and can be withdrawn at any time."

What Jiang Fengyue found interesting was that the reward for signing in with a patient was the ability to prevent himself from getting sick. As for the other martial arts skills, they were probably less useful to him than money.

Chu Liuxiang smiled and asked Huang Bingfu, "Since we're at the same table, it must be fate. Would you like to have a drink together, my friend?"

Huang Bingfu's attitude was very impolite; he coldly replied, "I don't drink."

So Jiang Fengyue and the other two ignored him and started eating the food and wine on the table.

Jiang Fengyue looked at Hu Tiehua and asked, "Is the noodle stall owner really your mother?"

Chu Liuxiang quickly answered, laughing, "No, but maybe even closer than Old Hu's biological mother."

Hu Tiehua frowned and asked, "What do you think she's going to do in this martial arts world? And why is Steward Hua here too?"

Chu Liuxiang did not answer, because new customers had arrived at the noodle stall.

Jiang Fengyue looked over and saw an extremely disheveled, haggard, and tired middle-aged man with a black-sheathed longsword hanging at his waist.

"Check-in!"

"Sign-in for Jiao Lin successful. You have received 500 taels of silver, which has been stored in the system space and can be withdrawn at any time."

Jiang Fengyue sighed inwardly. Even Aunt Hua was worth eight hundred taels, but Jiao Lin was only worth five hundred taels.

Jiao Lin arrived at the noodle stall and shouted, "I want three bowls of noodles, three big bowls!"

Manager Hua stared at him with wide eyes, as if he wanted to grab him by the neck and ask him why he didn't see that three people were there to drink instead of eat noodles.

Jiao Lin glared at him and sneered, "Why aren't you saying anything? What do you mean? Do you think I, Jiao Lin, am too old to eat your noodles anymore?"

He was getting angry and said, "I don't care whether I eat this bowl of noodles or not, but I want to see if I still have the ability."

His sword was already drawn.

His method of drawing the sword was very standard, but his hand was no longer very steady.

Suddenly, Steward Hua thrust out a pair of bamboo chopsticks, intending to poke Jiao Lin's eyes.

Before Jiao Lin could even raise his sword, the other man's bamboo chopsticks were already at his brow.

He had no choice but to step back. Suddenly, the bamboo chopsticks struck down, hitting his wrist bone with a "clang," and the longsword fell to the ground.

When the longsword hit the ground, Jiao Lin felt as if he had fallen into an abyss, and he could no longer hide his old age and dejection.

He slowly bent down and picked up the sword that had been knocked down. He kept backing away, but his eyes were fixed on Steward Hua's bamboo chopsticks.

The bamboo chopsticks began to move, and Jiao Lin's eyes were filled with despair and fear; he was very close to death.

Suddenly, a sword flew out from nowhere and knocked the bamboo chopsticks out of Steward Hua's hand.

Jiang Fengyue said calmly, "All they wanted was a bowl of noodles. If you don't give them noodles, fine, but are you going to take their lives?"