Everyone looked at each other and wanted to say something, but they didn't know how to say it. Geng Nan was the first to respond, "Qianjinfang has the world's best knowledge and knows people the best in the world. How could you not recognize me just now?"
Before he finished speaking, everyone responded, but Ming Xiang didn't even raise her eyelids, "What's so difficult about knowing people? My master doesn't want to know Geng Daxia because he wants to save face for the hero. Are you right? Canghai Liu gentlemen?"
As she spoke, she looked at the man who was trying to comfort Huo Chun'er. She was stunned when her name was called, "Have you seen me, girl?"
"Never." Ming Xiang said neither humble nor arrogantly: "I just guessed it because I saw Mr. holding a sword and he cared deeply about Miss Huo."
Hearing the word "Miss Huo", Huo Chun'er jumped up and said as if she had been stepped on, "I am the Huo heroine of the Huo family of Daomen!"
"Yes, Huo Nuxia." Ming Xiang changed her words calmly, and her eyes fell back on Geng Nan again, "The Xiaojinghu faction, the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked, there are few people who are clean and self-sufficient, my master remembers the ancestors Our superficial friendship has already saved face, does Geng Daxia really want my master to tell everyone what you have done?"
Geng Nan's face turned white and he said, "You...you don't have to talk nonsense!" He suddenly drew his sword and stabbed Ming Xiang straight at her.
Ming Xiang did not dodge. The moment the sword fell, there was only a crisp sound. A copper coin was thrown from nowhere, and the sword broke unexpectedly.
Under the shock, the Jianghu people present showed their weapons one after another, but they saw the shopkeeper in the building walking towards him, his round face full of smiles, "Dear distinguished guests, be friendly and make money. As early as when this girl entered the building , I checked her invitation, and there is no doubt that she is from Qianjinfang. As for this Geng Daxia, martial arts are prohibited in the building. It is helpless for my men to break your sword. This building is willing to pay you the equivalent of gold as a token of gratitude. apology."
After he said this, he waved, and a waiter brought a tray up, but what was placed on it was only a gold leaf.
Seeing this, Geng Nan said angrily: "You Zuiyuelou, you have a dog's eye and look down on others. This sword I have..."
"If Geng Daxia's sword is a genuine Qingping sword, whether Zuiyuelou can afford to pay for it is another matter." Ming Xiang quietly stopped Geng Nan's words, "But if it is broken casually by a small copper coin, it is impossible to think about it. .”
Everyone who was originally stunned finally realized that what Geng Nan was holding was not the Qingping Sword, the treasure of the Xiaojing Lake Sect, but a similar imitation. No wonder it broke so easily.
After being pointedly exposed by Ming Xiang, Geng Nan became angry and embarrassed, but did not dare to do anything again. He took the piece of gold leaf angrily and left Zuiyue Tower in disgrace.
The shopkeeper and Fang Zilan sat at the same table and nodded, "It is really our fault for disturbing the elegance of the girls in Qianjinfang. All the expenses incurred by them at the spring party will be recorded in our account."
Zuiyue Tower is a gold-selling den for those who are obsessed with money. Moreover, for more than ten days before and after the Spring Festival, one person's expenses are already a large amount. However, the three people's expenses are covered by the shopkeeper. This naked compliment obviously convinced Fang Zilan. The identity of the group Qianjinfang.
Only then did everyone in the hall react, and the more discerning ones finally understood what Fang Zilan meant by saying that he was half a Jianghu man, and the Qianjinfang Zhen family.
There are rumors in the world that when Zixiu destroyed the Hidden Sword Villa, one of her servants escaped by chance, and her desire for revenge was unquenchable, so she founded Qianjinfang, wandering around the edges of the rivers, lakes and courts, buying and selling the world's news. One day I can take revenge.
Therefore, the people in Qianjin Square all call themselves the Zhen family. The most valuable thing in the square is the news about Zixiu, and all transactions are worth a thousand taels of gold.
There was no expression on Li Shengxuan's face, but there was a rare tenderness in his eyes, "I said, the fireworks that year were really beautiful."
His voice was almost inaudible, but it still fell clearly on Fang Zilan's ears.
She suddenly felt as if a bunch of fireworks exploded in her heart.
It turns out that they had crossed paths a long time ago.
Now that the past events were brought up again, she couldn't help but feel happy about the fateful reunion, but she couldn't even explain what she was happy about.
If this was done on a normal day when she was awake, she would definitely have to dig into it to find out. However, at this moment, she was confused and her mind was in a blur.
She didn't even have time to think about whether it was the temperature of the charcoal fire in the house that was too high or the fever that made her sway like a fluttering kite.
Li Shengxuan's words about the fireworks were as beautiful as the clouds in the sky. She was addicted to it and wanted to get closer, but she was afraid of the storm hidden behind the clouds, which would break her into pieces in the next moment.
Her mouth was dry, and some words were sticking to her lips, ready to come out. She almost couldn't hold them back and let them come out of her mouth, so she had to bite her lips tightly to try to force them back.
When Li Shengxuan saw that she was about to talk, her expression was very similar to the one he saw in Baiye Temple that year.
In fact, he had met her and her mother long before that escape. Rather than saying that I have seen it before, it is better to say that I took a look at it from a distance through the crowds of people and the fragrant mist in Baiye Temple.
When she was young, Fang Zilan looked extremely obedient, with a natural aura of intelligence. She was a little girl that even if she was thrown into a pile of children, people couldn't help but take a second look.
As for her mother, she always wears plain clothes with a gauze covering her face, and her every move is extremely low-key. During every festival, she would be taken to Baiye Temple to offer incense and pray for blessings, and she seemed very pious among the many pilgrims.
It was rumored that the lady in the mansion had scratched her face due to fighting for favor, so she felt much more at ease. She prayed to God and Buddha so devoutly just to live a safe life.
But he knew that the truth behind the rumors might not be the case.
He once saw their mother and daughter setting lanterns in the valley behind the Baiye Temple by chance.
The wordless gray lantern was licked away bit by bit by the rising flames, making it look particularly eerie in the daytime.
He knew that it was a dark lamp, specially lit for the deceased. He has also ordered it for his brothers who are buried in the battlefield, but he has never seen any women from the back house know how to order it. They all feel that it is unlucky.
Xu was curious, so he followed the mother and daughter that day, and finally saw them refilling the lamp in front of the Buddha and then leaving.
After they left, he stepped forward and looked at the Buddha amulet on the ever-burning lamp.
It is engraved on it: Mountains and rivers are eternal.
Time has passed, but he still remembers the shock when he saw these four words, and he still remembers the stunning eyes of the little girl who said that the fireworks were beautiful that night.
At that time, he felt a lock in his heart click and open.
But later he thought he had missed her, so he had no choice but to reshape the shackles with the goal of everlasting mountains and rivers, and imprisoned himself in the prison of power.
However, at this moment, he looked steadily at the people in front of him and realized that they had not missed him.
