radicalducati Page 301
Page 301
After that, only the sound of swallowing saliva could be heard in the inn.
People had only heard of Ximen Chuixue's name before, but they had never known how formidable he was.
But now, after hearing Mr. Li's description, everyone understands what a true swordsman is.
"I never imagined there were so many genius swordsmen in the world. I was still unconvinced before."
"Now I am completely convinced. Mr. Li, would you mind telling me about the origin of the Dugu Nine Swords?"
Just then, an old voice rang out from a corner of the inn.
Everyone turned to look and found only a small table in the corner of the inn.
Four old men were sitting around the small table.
""
Please don't do this. Your lineup is terrifying.
Of the four old men, the group only recognized two: Zhang Zhenren from Wudang and Old Huang from Ping'an Inn.
But someone who can sit at the same table as Master Zhang, and is of similar age.
You don't even need to guess to know he's a master, and a very master at that.
Room No. 5, Tianzi.
Seeing that someone was asking a question, Ah Fei couldn't help but speak up as well.
He pushed open the door and said, "Mr. Li, I wonder if my swordsmanship is worthy of being included in this Sword God Ranking?"
After two people asked questions in succession, Li Chengqian simply stopped commenting on the Sword God Ranking.
"Since Senior Feng Qingyang has spoken, then I, Li, will naturally give him face."
"However, time is of the essence today, and the swordsmanship of Senior Dugu Qiubai is so outstanding that it cannot be explained in a few words."
"How about we include it in the next issue's miscellaneous discussion?"
Upon hearing this, Feng Qingyang stroked his beard and smiled, "Mr. Li, you flatter me. It is I who need your help now, and it is already a great fortune that you have agreed."
"How could I dare to ask for anything else? Mr. Li, please make the arrangements as you see fit."
After saying that, Feng Qingyang sat down.
""
Feng Qingyang is one of the top five sword masters in the Ming Dynasty, and perhaps not even in the top three.
I knew it! How could an ordinary person be qualified to sit at the same table as Master Zhang?
But who is that old monk?
After finishing his conversation with Feng Qingyang, Li Chengqian turned to look at Afei.
(chbb) After observing for a moment, Li Chengqian said, "Your talent in swordsmanship is very good."
"But you're still a bit short of making it onto the Sword God Ranking. If you could perfect your swordsmanship, even Ximen Chuixue might not be your match."
"One more thing to add: what I just mentioned was Ximen Chuixue, who had reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship."
Upon hearing this, everyone in the inn remained expressionless.
Everyone: Pshaw!
I'm numb now; nothing you say will surprise me.
So what if he's a swordsmanship genius? So what if he's in the top ten of the Ming Dynasty's swordsmanship? I don't care at all.
Oh oh oh!
"Alas! First there was Fang Baoyu, the prodigy of swordsmanship, and then Ximen Chuixue, the cold-faced sword god."
"Now another swordsmanship genius, A Fei, has emerged. As long as these people are alive, who in the Ming Dynasty will dare to call themselves a swordsman!"
Some of the swordsmen in the inn were pounding their chests in frustration.
The existence of them is a blessing for the swordsmanship of the Ming Dynasty, but they are also a misfortune for all swordsmen of the Ming Dynasty.
Mr. Li's Sword God Ranking was like a mountain, pressing heavily on the hearts of all swordsmen.
However, at this moment, a very discordant voice emerged.
"Li Gucheng's reputation is similar to that of Ximen Chuixue. Ximen Chuixue's ranking has been released, but Li Gucheng's has not yet been released."
"Mr. Li said before that, apart from Senior Feng Qingyang, all other rankings are based on strength."
"Does this mean that Ximen Chuixue will die?"
As soon as he said this, all eyes in the inn turned to that person.
""
Don't ruin the mood! I was just feeling sentimental, and now you've said that. How am I supposed to feel sentimental anymore?
I also want to know if Ximen Chuixue will die.
All eyes turned to Li Chengqian again, who gave everyone a bright smile.
"This concludes the review of the Sword God Ranking. The remaining five will be discussed in the next installment of our miscellaneous section."
Silence! The inn was eerily quiet.
Everyone gripped their weapons tightly, because they wanted to fight.
"Mr. Li, there's still some time before the storytelling session ends, isn't there?"
“That’s right, but I haven’t told you about Master Qiao’s background yet, so I’ll leave some time for that.”
The general public said they could understand the explanation to some extent, but many still didn't believe it.
A wandering swordsman looked at Li Chengqian with a suspicious gaze.
"Mr. Li, you're not deliberately leaving us in suspense, are you?"
"Yes! If I say it all at once, won't my inn be empty?"
"puff!"
Many people who were drinking tea choked, and even the centenarian Zhang Sanfeng squinted at Li Chengqian for his behavior.
""
Where's my knife?! Where's my knife?!
I'm going to chop him up; I've never seen such a shameless person.
Although everyone in the inn was indignant, Li Chengqian ignored them and said directly, "Abbot Xuanci, is it just a formality, or will you confess yourself?"
Everyone: Me
Well, let's finish this gossip first; it seems quite interesting.
Chapter 223 The Yanmen Pass Massacre: Was a Teenage Boy the Ring Leader?
"Mr. Li, what do you mean by that?"
Qiao Feng stood up in surprise, his face filled with disbelief.
However, Qiao Feng's incredible feat also struck Li Chengqian as incredible.
Li Chengqian: "~"
What's wrong with this guy? Even if you know Xuan Ci is the ringleader, you shouldn't react like this.
And what you just said seemed to carry a hint of skepticism.
After a moment's thought, Li Chengqian immediately understood that Qiao Feng still considered Duan Zhengchun as his leader.
With a twitch at the corner of his mouth, Li Chengqian said, "Master Qiao, you don't actually think Duan Zhengchun is the ringleader, do you?"
Looking at Li Chengqian's expression, Qiao Feng guessed that the truth he knew was probably wrong.
But this truth was discovered by myself and A-Zhu. At that time, A-Zhu was impersonating Bai Shijing, and these words came from Kang Min.
When they learned the truth, both he and Azhu were conflicted.
If it weren't for the need to verify things at the Peace Inn, I probably would have already taken action.
Seeing Qiao Feng's puzzled expression, Li Chengqian sighed helplessly and said, "Master Qiao, how old do you think Duan Zhengchun is this year?"
Although he understood Mr. Li's intention in asking the question, Qiao Feng honestly replied, "I don't know his exact age, but he should be around forty."
Qiao Feng stopped halfway through his story, explaining that the Yanmen Pass massacre had occurred thirty years prior.
Duan Zhengchun is in his forties this year. Thirty years ago, he was only a teenager. How could a teenager be a leader?
At this moment, Qiao Feng realized that he had almost made a grave mistake, and quickly cupped his hands and said, "I humbly request Mr. Li to enlighten me!"
Clicking his tongue, Li Chengqian said, "Don't worry, the reason we've set aside so much time today is to clarify this old case."
Looking around and seeing that no one was willing to admit it, Li Chengqian's lips began to curl into a smile.
"Since no one has stepped forward to confess, then I, Li, will speak."
Thirty years ago, at Yanmen Pass on the border of the Great Song Dynasty, Xiao Yuanshan, the chief instructor of the personal guards under Empress Xiao of the Great Liao Dynasty, passed through this place.
"As the chief instructor of the Liao imperial guards, Xiao Yuanshan's martial arts skills are naturally beyond question."
"At that time, there were constant frictions between the Song and Liao dynasties. Every time they were about to go to war, Xiao Yuanshan would dissuade Empress Xiao."
"For this reason, Xiao Yuanshan was deeply loved by the people of both countries at the border."
"But Xiao Yuanshan never expected that when he was passing through Yanmen Pass with his wife and children, a large group of masked men would jump out."
"After a bloody battle, only a few of the more than thirty masked men were left, but Xiao Yuanshan's wife also died tragically."
"In despair, he carved his suicide note on the rock face, then jumped off the cliff with his wife's body in his arms."
"Only an infant was left behind."
At this point, Li Chengqian stopped.
Qiao Feng's face was ashen, his inner energy was constantly emanating from his body, and his voice was trembling.
At this moment, he couldn't stop the killing intent in his heart.
"Mr. Li, why would those masked men be so ruthless? Do they have some deep-seated grudge against each other?"