Even Yi Nanping could be no stronger than the longsword in his own hands.
Just as he was about to speak, he realized that the actions of the martial artists around him drinking and eating at had slowed down. Their faces, slightly flushed from the wine, seed to grow a touch colder, and pairs of eyes turned to look at the two of them. Despite his considerable martial arts skills, for a mont he felt as though he had fallen into a pack of wolves, sending a shiver of fear through his heart.
Suddenly, he realized that Yi Nanping had a good reputation among the smaller sects’ martial artists, especially in the ordinary martial artists of Fufeng and Wuxian counties. The two of them had just committed a grave taboo. He was not afraid of these ordinary martial artists, but the things he sought could not afford to make enemies of them. With a slight shift in thought, he imdiately laughed and said,
"Brother Zhao, what you say is wrong, how can I compare myself to such a hero like Yi Nanping?"
"It’s just a pity, such a hero, yet also being used by others..."
As his voice fell, it seed tinged with emotion, and he shook his head and sighed. The expressions of the crowd changed slightly, their attention drawn. Chang Yongyan, seeing this, felt sowhat relieved and, with a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, calmly said,
"The one who used him is nad Sun Xingwei, a la military adviser. Clearly, it is Hero Yi Nanping who, at no concern for his own life, fought off the bandits; yet that old thief took the credit for himself, got reappointed after retiring, tsk, truly a corrupt official."
Since ancient tis, the governnt and heroes have not stood together, and within Chang Yongyan’s words, there was respect for Yi Nanping. The focus of the martial artists was diverted, and fueled by the alcohol, they cursed the scoundrel loudly.
Atop the tavern, a cold glint flickered in Wang Anfeng’s eyes.
Sun Xingwei.
He rembered the stubborn old man in Guangwu City, loudly denouncing the injustice.
He rembered the Qin iron soldier, who had cast off his battle armor and sat silently in front of the governnt office.
In that la elder, he saw the reason why Great Qin was Great Qin.
Now, hearing the insults below—left as a corrupt official, and right as an old thief—although he was normally composed, he could no longer ignore them and slowly stood up. Everyone’s gaze fell on the youth, with a touch of curiosity, only to see the young man smile lightly and say,
"I suddenly rembered I left sothing on my horse and need to fetch it now."
Because he appeared calm, no one thought much of it and rely told him to go quickly and return quickly. As he was leaving, Xue Qinshuang’s voice reached his ear.
"Mind your asure."
Wang Anfeng’s step faltered slightly, and though it seed no one else noticed, Xue Qinshuang’s gaze was lowered, simply looking at the undulating tea leaves in her tea. The young man nodded slightly and left the pavilion. Xue Qinshuang raised her eyes, watching Wang Anfeng’s back, her gaze lingering on the wooden sword, her expression thoughtful.
............
Above the arena, the chilly atmosphere had vanished, and Chang Yongyan raised his cup for a drink, his eyes slightly narrowed as he sighed with relief, despising the youth in front of him. At that mont, he noticed a figure stepping forward.
Looking up, he saw a person in a blue shirt, carrying a wooden sword on his back, with an air of cleanliness despite his youthful appearance of no more than fifteen. He couldn’t help but underestimate him and continued to drink as if he hadn’t seen. The young man beside him also saw Wang Anfeng and laughed,
"Brother, have you co to see the tournant as well?"
"But today you are late, why not have so wine and at? Of course, you won’t be short on silver coins."
Wang Anfeng’s eyes narrowed, and without responding, he gave a modest fist and palm salute and said,
"Young Master Zhao said earlier, ’On the arena today, we compete in martial arts, and anyone who steps onto this arena is an opponent.’ A gentleman’s word, heavy as a pledge of horses, surely isn’t a joke made in front of so many people..."
The youth’s expression stalled, as he had not expected the newcor to be hostile with such sharp words.
But being used to thinking quickly at his father’s side, he did not panic and only smiled,
"Brother, you are right, but I also said that today’s arena is for the competition for the Lost Treasure, and now that the Lost Treasure is in the hands of Young Master Chang, how can it be competed for?"
The surrounding people, who had had their fill of drink, laughed out loud.
Wang Anfeng felt slightly startled and found it sowhat amusing, not knowing whether he should thank this young master with a fist and palm salute.
He had indeed lacked a reason to make a move.
He then turned to Chang Yongyan with an outstretched right hand, and calmly said,
"Young Master Chang, you are also upon the arena at this mont."
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The implication was, he intended to match against the up-and-coming youth on the Constellation Ranking List, the Flying Cloud Swordsman.
Everyone on the platform was stunned and bewildered, as if in a dream.
On a nearby rooftop, a young man sat biting into a big pancake, his cheeks puffing up as he chewed.
As a State City patrol officer, he knew there wouldn’t be any fools causing trouble here, and to be prepared just in case, his boss had them guard this place. Watching others enjoy good wine and at while he had to settle for cold tea and dry pancake, he was already feeling disgruntled.
And hearing those martial artists slander that elder like spitting crap, his anger burned even more.
If it weren’t for being on duty, he would have drawn his sword to let them know the true capability of the governnt’s martial artists.
Great Qin doesn’t care what you say.
But if you spout crap, don’t complain if soone shoves your head into a cesspit.
Wei Heshuo was fuming inside but then saw a youth walk over. Having dealt with many a public affair, he could tell that the youth was heading straight toward the central figures, his back straight, clearly not there to flatter or brown-nose. Taken aback for a mont, he quickly realized what was going on and let out a chant,
"He’s looking to stir up trouble."
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