Chapter 21: Yang Shu Mei Ying (YSMY)

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Gao Fang first thought of King Miao Jiangzhu. He had stayed in Miaojiang for a few years, and had some affection with the Zhong Wang Zhu there, and he was treated warmly in Miaojiang. But as soon as the king heard that his opponent was Qing Láng, he suddenly refused. No matter how Gao Fang begged for an aggressive general, the king just refused. Being anxious by force, the king had to darken his face and said: "You are all my brothers. What Jun Shuying is worth, I can't make it out of my brother for him. "

Gao Fang can only think of other ways. However, he could not think of anyone who was willing to offend Jun Shuying after thinking about it, and it was a little sad for a while. Gao Fang had nowhere to go, so he could only stay in Miaojiang first, and would harass King Miao Jiangzhu every day when he had nothing to do. The King Miao Jiangzhu was disturbed and avoided him.

So only half a month later, one day there was news from the Central Plains that it turned out that the birthday of Xin Bai, the leader of the Qingfeng Sword Sect, had arrived, and the gate was to be opened to Guang Yan. Gao Fang suddenly thought of a person at this time, a man who can be called the number one in the world, and he can definitely rescue Jun Shuying if he wants to.

At first he insisted on killing Jun Shuying, but suddenly stopped. Gao Fang was puzzled at that time, but only once before Jun Shuying. He was furious and Gao Fang never dared to mention it again. Now that I think about it, the whole story will be clear. In this case, it is not impossible to get his consent. Just how can I make him nod...report the truth? Gao Fang smiled bitterly. Unless that man is crazy and stupid, he will believe him.

But in any case, it is easier to convince the self-proclaimed hero than to drive away the cold-hearted and stubborn King Zhu. Gao Fang immediately bid farewell to King Zhu and rushed to the Central Plains quickly.

Gao Fang took off the barbarian attire, rolled up his long hair, and put on the wide-sleeved long clothes of the Central Plains, making him more handsome and charming. He had originally thought it would take some setbacks to enter the Qingfeng Sword Sect, but the disciple who welcomed the guests easily let him go.

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Gao Fang stepped into the tall and towering mountain gate. He sighed in his heart. It really is everyone's demeanor acting upright. The architectural scenery seen everywhere here seems solemn and admirable. It's no wonder that Chu Feiyang has been able to cultivate such justice to be so rigid, and power so big that it does not look like a human's.

The Nuo Hall is so big it can accommodate almost hundreds of people, and it is full at the moment. The voices are full of people, there are joys everywhere, drinking and guessing.

Gao Fang was in a corner, holding his wine glass and sipping slowly, watching the people around him silently.

The hundreds of people in this hall are mostly martial arts people. There are many people whom he can count the names with high-levels, either a tiger* with a strong back, piercing eyes and bright eyes, or a romantic and handsome, extraordinary aura, one can tell that they are not the generals, they are the masters of the famous martial arts. There are also some little cliques who can't be named, and they also receive general hospitality.

T/N: Figure of speech like 'tiger mum'. Also, no diss on tiger mums.

Should this Qingfeng Sword Sect really be so open and fair, or is it a superb means to buy people's hearts? Either way, it is an irrefutable fact that its position is detached and respected.

There is a big birthday in the center of the hall. Sitting on the Taishi dragon-carved sandalwood chair next to the chief of the hall was a person with a clear and stern smile, pouring out his glass and drinking violently to everyone who came to toast. That should be the protagonist of Shou Yan this time.

Gao Fang looked around the audience, but did not see the shadow of the person he was looking for. But this is the birthday of his master, a role model of the righteous man, a faithful believer with benevolence, courtesy, wisdom and faith, and a good disciple who is obedient will not be absent. Gao Fang didn't worry at all, and his eyes turned back to Xin Bai.

A young man in white got tired of Xin Bai's side. He didn't know what they were talking about. Xin Bai first lowered the young man's face and knocked into him. The young man rubbed his forehead aggrievedly, and said a few more words with his mouth flat, which made Xin Bai laugh, and the petting eyes were obvious.

Gao Fang heard that old man Xin Bai had come to have a son, and he loved this son very much. Now it seems that the young man is really innocent as he has never seen the wind. Compared with Chu Feiyang when he was a teenager, he was alone in the rivers and lakes. It really is a human heart.

Gao Fang drank the wine in his hand, and when he raised his eyes, he unexpectedly saw the young man looking towards him, his eyes met abruptly. The young man split his mouth and smiled at him, Gao Fang also returned with a faint smile, and then turned his eyes away, but he could still feel the excessively clear gaze on him.

T/N: RESIST!

Later, the young man dared come over and squeezed to his side, making Gao Fang unclear.

Xin Yunshen smiled at him and said: "This Wei Gongzi, I have never seen you. Which school are you from?"

T/N: 'wèi gōngzǐ' is a polite way to refer to someone else's son; translates to this son, son of a noble, son of an official, your son.

Gao Fang also smiled slightly, and replied: "There are hundreds of people here. Do you recognize them all? Why come to ask me?"

Xin Yunshen raised his hand to take the jug, poured a glass of wine for Gao Fang, and said with a smile: "You are special."

Gao Fang held the glass and smiled, "Thank you."

Xin Yunshen raised his eyes and thought for a while, and added: "More suspicious."

T/N: I'd be spitting out that drink by now.

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