Chapter 415

【Xie Yuan is startled!】

【Not just him, everyone present shows a look of disbelief.】

【Liu Yuan's pupils shrink, his eyes full of shock.】

【Li Qinlan looks at the "Zhaoming Luan" that lands lightly on Xie Guan's shoulder after a few circles, her red lips slightly open.】

【The divine bird is full of spirituality, using its claws to lightly stroke Xie Guan's hair, its vermilion beak pecking at his collar affectionately.】

【Su Yun stands up suddenly, his eyes trembling, "White crown is male, red crown is female. This is the male bird of Zhaoming Luan, only those with great virtue who are truly true and kind and have the world in their hearts can get it to perch."】

【"In the legends of Qi, only the Master..."】

【When you reach out and touch it, the Luan bird rubs against your fingers affectionately.】

【The teacup lid in Cai Huang's hand falls to the ground with a "clatter," and the tea stains spread on the blue bricks. This woman who is good at raising birds has her eyes wide open—she has raised this Luan for three years, let alone touching it, even if she gets within a foot, she will be screamed at fiercely.】

【The room is silent, only the faint sound of the Zhaoming Luan flapping its wings.】

【Xie Yuan is also surprised, just reaching out his hand lightly, and the Zhaoming Luan on your shoulder turns and flies to the other side.】

【In the eyes of the bird, there is nothing but disgust for Xie Yuan.】

【He Lan Zhenshu's face is livid; he is a dignified grassland crown prince, and he is teased by two flat-haired beasts in full view! He has lost face, and he is actually compared to this Xie Guan with a humble status in front of him.】

【Seeing this, Su Shishi can't help but think that if this Zhaoming Luan is really spiritual, the legend is true, and if the legend is true, isn't this young man in green... really an upright gentleman.】

【Xie Xuan's face is thoughtful, his fists in his sleeves clenched. If today's events spread, there are many people in Bianjing who believe in this theory of heaven and man, and Xie Guan is in the limelight.】

【Only Song Tingting, who is playing the zither, has a bright look in her eyes.】

【Just as Cai Huang is about to speak.】

【A change occurs in the field!】

【The female bird with the red crown circling outside the pavilion also lands lightly on the other shoulder of Xie Guan, seemingly very happy, releasing bursts of clear chirps.】

【"This..."】

【Seeing this, Cai Huang covers her mouth with her slender hands and swallows the words that came to her lips.】

【Liu Yuan's face remains unchanged, holding the sandalwood armrest of the wheelchair, which is pressed to make a "creaking" sound, showing his inner restlessness.】

【The two Zhaoming Luans seem very happy, one on the left and one on the right with the white-crowned male Luan, smelling the scent on Xie Guan, rubbing against Xie Guan's neck affectionately.】

【Su Yun's eyes are complicated. Zhaoming male and female arrive together, a sign of holy virtue, which is a person who is truly true, kind, and holy, called a born saint.】

【He looks at the young man in front of him, his eyes complicated.】

【The field is silent!】

【Only the clear chirps of the two divine birds, full of joy.】

【Xie Yuan's exclamation, "My Brother Guan, has the qualifications of a saint!"】

【Although your expression is as usual, a flash of surprise crosses the bottom of your eyes.】

【You are strange in your heart, why this divine bird would be like this.】

【What is the reason?】

【If you have this kind of reputation at this time, it is not a benefit for you now.】

【The word reputation is the sharpest sword for killing!】

【The divine bird is born with a saint. The so-called "saint" in Confucian classics should be a person whose morality is unparalleled in ancient and modern times and whose wisdom penetrates heaven and man.】

【There is a gentleman walking in the world, who should establish virtue, establish ambition, cultivate himself, regulate the family, govern the country, and pacify the world. Loyalty and faith are treasures, seeing profit without losing righteousness, sensitive in action and slow in speech.】

【There is a saying of three immortals: establishing words, establishing virtue, and establishing merit.】

【However, the history books are brilliant, and those who can establish immortal words, plant eternal virtue, and build extraordinary merit are few and far between from ancient times to the present.】

【You consider yourself unable to compare with the Prince of Yan in virtue and merit, and your words are not as good as the Master, so you are too far from the word saint!】

【You don't believe that this bird can really understand the subtle words of the "Four Books" and the great meaning of the "Five Classics," and distinguish human relations and principles, so it must refer to something else—】

【You remember that the Taoist "Nanhua True Scripture" says: "Not leaving the sect is called heaven and man." It means that the true person who has attained the Tao does not leave the foundation of creation; it also says: "Taking heaven as the sect, taking virtue as the foundation, taking the Tao as the door, showing changes, is called a saint."】

【Heaven and man are combined, and they ascend to immortality.】

【You suddenly realize that the "Nine Swords" sword energy given by the Second Master in your dantian still exists. When the Master opened the gate of heaven with his sword, the sword intent that broke through the nine heavens had long transcended this world, which is exactly the realm of heaven and man that Taoism calls "riding the righteousness of heaven and earth, and controlling the debate of the six qi."】

【Could it be that these two "divine birds" just felt the breath of the Second Master left on you.】

【Looking closely, the two divine birds seem to be greedily pecking at you.】

【In your heart, the nine swords stand upright and rotate, especially the eighth and ninth swords, which are even more brilliant, like the sun and moon hanging.】

【At this moment, you use the Primordial Spirit power of the "Yang Fu Jing" to wrap around it, and begin to gradually restrain the edge and return to darkness.】

【The two Zhaoming Luans on your shoulders have a flash of human-like confusion in their pupils, and their sharp beaks lightly peck at your lapels, as if exploring the mysterious Taoist rhyme that suddenly disappeared.】

【A moment later, they spread their wings and rise, circling several times in the astonished eyes of the crowd, their wings skimming the lake surface, stirring up subtle ripples, and finally flying away, disappearing into the green mist of the distant mountains.】

【The pavilion is silent for a while, everyone looks at each other, not yet recovered from this sudden change.】

【Your expectation is indeed correct; what these two spiritual birds sensed was never the holy sage spirit of Confucianism, but the trace of... heaven and man sword intent left in your body when the Second Master opened the gate of heaven with his sword.】

【People like to interpret things in a far-fetched way, and whenever they encounter mysterious and difficult things, they entrust them to the theory of destiny and prophecy.】

【Although the Master was favored by the male bird, it was not necessarily because his virtue was perfect, but because his cultivation had reached the realm of returning to simplicity, and his energy was naturally clear and harmonious.】

【However, without the two birds together, it was still a line short of the "heaven and man realm."】

【The atmosphere in the pavilion is subtle, and everyone has different expressions. Cai Huang's eyes are full of suspicion—she has never seen such a thing.】

【He Lan Zhenshu suddenly sneers, "It seems the divine bird still has a discerning eye."】

【Kong Du also rarely puts his hands together, his face is at ease.】

【Liu Yuan's hand also slowly releases.】

【Su Shishi's face is thoughtful.】

【After all, who can easily accept a saint who suddenly appears and is certified by a divine bird?】

【Su Yun sweeps his gaze over everyone's expressions, knowing that this theory of the divine bird is difficult to reach a conclusion, so he laughs loudly: "Everyone, since seeing the divine bird is already an elegant matter, why not continue the elegance? Why not play a flying flower order and make friends with poetry, wouldn't it be happy?"】

【Su Shishi echoes, "This proposal is excellent. The Rabbit Courtyard is quiet and elegant, most suitable for chanting."】

【The Rabbit Courtyard is located above the pavilion, and you need to go up the winding corridor.】

【She points to the corridor in the pavilion with a smile, just as a maid passes by holding newly broken sweet-scented osmanthus, with a dark fragrance floating.】

【The flying flower order is a word game when literati drink and have fun, originating from the poetic meaning of "spring city everywhere flying flowers" in the Yan Dynasty, later developed into a wine order with the word "flower" as the core, and evolved into a richer form of word game, not all referring to "flowers," but also other things as the theme.】

【It is the most testing of true talent and learning; if someone writes poetry on behalf of others, asking someone to write on behalf of others will be exposed.】

【Xie Yuan brushes his robe, his face is indifferent, just a pity for Brother Guan; if the two birds didn't fly away just now, it would be another interesting thing.】

【Liu Yuan nods, "Today I can see Young Master Guan's talent, I am afraid that there will be good works spread tomorrow."】

【Cai Huang is still thinking about the divine bird just now, not yet recovered, but the look in her eyes when looking at Xie Guan has a bit more curiosity and solemnity.】

【Sure enough, a person who can suppress the Qunfang Banquet with one person's words is definitely not a vulgar person.】

【Everyone is about to move, when suddenly He Lan Zhenshu sneers: "What is the fun of chanting wind and moon?"】

【"My sons of Changsheng Heaven only respect the heroes of iron horses and glaciers. This kind of writing and ink, chanting every day, singing every night, what can it be?"】

【Liu Yuan frowns—the rules of this gathering were set long ago, what does He Lan Zhenshu mean by suddenly opposing it?】

【Seeing this, Su Yun retorts tit-for-tat: "Crown Prince He Lan, this is the land of Qi, literati romance is the tradition of our dynasty. It is not like your grassland, displaced, eating raw meat and drinking blood."】

【The Buddha Son Kong Du laughs, "If it is a flying flower order, we have already played it several times. Today, there is just one more Xie Guan. Is Young Master Yun testing him, afraid that he is famous but not real."】

【Hearing this, Su Yun is speechless for a while, shakes his clothes and says, "This young master naturally doesn't mean this."】

【He Lan Zhenshu suggests, "Why not let the guests in my mansion dance with swords?"】

【"Come to help everyone have fun, how about it?"】

【Li Qinlan agrees happily; she doesn't know the fun of the flying flower order.】

【Liu Yuan scans the crowd, doesn't speak, taps the table lightly with his knuckles, and a flash of gloom passes through his eyes—the divine bird landing on Xie Guan's shoulder just now has finally rooted a thorn in the heart of this Crown Prince of Sui, and has already disturbed his original interest.】

【Su Shishi and Su Yun look at each other and look at you, "Young Master Guan is a guest, what do you think?"】

【You nod lightly, noncommittal.】

【He Lan Zhenshu strides out of the pavilion, and everyone follows him to an open space paved with bluestone by the lake.】

【But seeing that he seems to have been prepared, his thumb and index finger buckle into a ring, and a loud whistle suddenly rings out.】

【A middle-aged swordsman walks slowly from the depths of the bamboo forest outside the pavilion.】

【The eight-foot body is wrapped in plain white tight clothes, like a sword out of its sheath in the snow. The black hair is tied up with hemp rope, the features are plain, and he is holding a long sword in his arms.】

【What is eye-catching is the ferocious scar on the missing left ear.】

【A pair of eyes, ancient wells without waves, also hide murderous intent.】

【"Greetings to Crown Prince He Lan, all lords." The swordsman holds the sword and salutes, his voice indifferent, like gold and iron hitting each other.】

【He Lan Zhenshu claps and laughs: "Pei Feng, today let the nobles see your sword, there will be a heavy reward for dancing well."】

【"Pei Feng?"】

【Xie Yuan looks at the swordsman's half ear and hears his name, suddenly reacting, his tone carrying a bit of surprise, "Pei Feng of the Sword Rain Tower?"】

【He Lan Zhenshu pats Pei Feng on the shoulder, the knotted muscles bulging under the brocade robe:】

【"Pei Feng, it seems you are very famous."】

【"Now Instructor Pei is a good citizen holding a special amnesty order from the Ministry of Justice, and also a guard in my mansion."】

【Pei Feng still has no expression, only the long sword in his arms makes a buzzing sound in the scabbard.】

【Xie Yuan introduces you in a low voice: "This person is named Pei Feng, and he is a famous figure in the black market of Bianjing, with a reputation of up to 29 winning streaks, good at a fast sword."】

【"He was originally a street brawler, but by chance, he was valued by the master of the Sword Rain Tower and accepted as a disciple."】

【"However, in order to learn more profound sword skills, he did not hesitate to kill his master and steal the sword scriptures. The scar on his ear was bitten by his master before he died."】

【"After the incident, he was expelled from the sect and was hunted down by the Sword Rain Tower. But unexpectedly, he eventually destroyed the Sword Rain Tower and carried dozens of lives on his back. Therefore, he was hunted by the Xuanjing Division."】

【"This matter caused a great uproar, and even the teachers of the academy took action personally to catch him. But Pei Feng was cunning and escaped several times."】

【"This guy hid in the black market of Bianjing and made a living by participating in martial arts fights, living a carefree life." Xie Yuan sighs.】

【The black market, that place where no one cares, is full of human trafficking, murder for hire, and all kinds of darkness, and it is also the source of news gathering.】

【"Unexpectedly, he has now taken refuge under the command of He Lan Zhenshu, the Crown Prince of Changsheng Heaven, as a running dog."】

【Hearing this, you look at Pei Feng. You see that his right hand holding the sword has no calluses, but the sword moves like a fish in his hand, round and without stagnation, so you know that this person is a true master of the sword.】

【You sense carefully, this person's strength should be in the sixth realm of martial arts, just one step away from breaking through to the soft-winding realm and entering the upper three realms.】

【Although his Primordial Spirit has not been able to truly restrain itself, his cultivation should not have reached the middle three realms.】

【But in the black market of Bianjing, such strength is enough to dominate.】

【If it weren't for being hunted by the government, with this strength, he would be enough to join the martial arts register and become a respected martial artist.】

【Pei Feng's sword suddenly comes out of its sheath, the three-foot green blade is not yet seen, the cold light has turned into a white practice across the sky. His toes point lightly on the bluestone, his clothes flutter like crane wings, his body moves fast, and the sword flowers are like waves.】

【The sword tip suddenly blooms with seven silver rays, and the sound of breaking the air is like cracking ice and silk.】

【Where the body passes, the fallen leaves ten steps away are still falling, but they have been twisted into pieces by the sword energy and scattered on the ground.】

【Fast! His sword technique is so fast that people can't see the moves, only a white rainbow piercing the sun, splitting the bluestone slab on the ground.】

【"Good fast sword!"】

【Seventh Miss Li Qinlan of the Li family can't help but praise.】

【She is obsessed with martial arts, studied under the master of Qingliang Temple, and has reached the fifth realm of martial arts "Spring Thunder." Seeing Pei Feng's sword light like electricity, airtight, just the sword moves have such power, if supplemented by sword intent, it must be a ruthless means of killing and taking lives.】

【She thinks to herself that she is afraid she can't handle it.】

【Several courtesans are not interested. Compared with the sword dance of Gongsun Niangzi, Pei Feng's fast sword, although sharp, lacks that beautiful aesthetic feeling.】

【Su Yun frowns, always feeling that this scene is strange. It was originally an elegant poetry gathering with flowing water, why did it become such a scene of swords and shadows?】

【Suddenly!】

【The sword energy in the field is cold, and Pei Feng's murderous intent is soaring. He turns his wrist, the long sword is like a poisonous snake returning to its hole, and then turns into a white rainbow piercing the sun, stabbing directly at a person in the field—】

【Xie Yuan is shocked, "Brother Guan, be careful!"】

(End of chapter)