Chapter 3

The Qingyun Inn was not far away, and the waiter was not one to keep secrets for guests once he saw silver, so Yu Liancheng soon spotted Lu Xiaofeng.

His eyebrows were very thick, his eyelashes were very long, and he wore two mustaches on his lips that were trimmed very neatly.

It was no wonder others said he was a man with four eyebrows; his two mustaches indeed looked exactly like eyebrows.

"Tell me, have I arrived at just the right time, or not the right time?"

Yu Liancheng walked into the private room with a smile.

Besides Lu Xiaofeng, there was a woman in the private room.

This woman was Zhu Ting's wife; Zhu Ting's appearance was nothing to write home about, but the proprietress was a very beautiful woman, and furthermore, she possessed a mature charm sufficient to make ninety percent of men drool over her.

Many people believed that Lu Xiaofeng had an affair with her, but Lu Xiaofeng had never touched her, not even with a single finger.

The reason for this was that Lu Xiaofeng had had a falling out with Zhu Ting, and this was a rumor he had deliberately spread to protect Zhu Ting.

"Regardless of whether it's the right time or not, I should already be leaving." The proprietress had already stood up.

Yu Liancheng smiled and said: "I seem to be a bit younger and a bit more handsome than this four-eyebrowed Lu Xiaofeng. Why is it that as soon as I arrive, you have to leave?"

"That has nothing to do with you; it's just that I am, after all, a married woman. Now that it is late, it is never good to stay any longer. Besides, isn't someone who comes looking for a drunkard also a drunkard? One drunkard is already foul enough, and now there is another."

The proprietress left as soon as she said she would, and after walking out the door, she closed it behind her by the way.

Lu Xiaofeng did not try to keep her; he remained lying on the bed with a full, large cup of wine resting on his chest, yet not a drop of wine splashed out.

"A woman's intuition in this regard is always very accurate; I am indeed a drunkard." Yu Liancheng walked over, picked up the wine pot on the table, tilted his head back, and drank a few gulps with a "gurgle-gurgle" sound, praising: "Truly good wine."

The light wine felt soft and smooth going down, but the after-effect was quite strong; after a few gulps, he already felt a sense of intoxication.

Lu Xiaofeng couldn't help but say: "That seems to be my wine."

Yu Liancheng did not answer but instead asked: "Then who are you?"

Lu Xiaofeng was stunned for a moment, wiped his two mustaches with his hand, and smiled: "If I remember correctly, I should be Lu Xiaofeng."

Yu Liancheng shook his head and said: "I don't believe you are Lu Xiaofeng."

Lu Xiaofeng asked curiously: "Then how will you be willing to believe it?"

Yu Liancheng said: "Try it and you'll know."

Lu Xiaofeng said: "How to try?"

This was a redundant question, because the moment Lu Xiaofeng asked it, a chilling sword intent had already enveloped his entire body.

The sword had not yet left its sheath, but the sword Qi already filled the entire private room.

And the source of the sword Qi was none other than Yu Liancheng.

Only a peerless swordsman could cultivate such sword Qi.

Lu Xiaofeng jumped up at once, his hair standing on end; he felt as if he could be pierced through with a transparent hole at any moment, his whole body turning ice-cold.

With a "clang" like the roar of a dragon, the long sword left its sheath, and the sword light pierced over like a bolt of silk, brilliant and swift, and even carrying a kind of immense momentum, as if a city or a divine mountain were crushing down.

What a terrifying sword.

That chilling sword Qi seemed capable of chilling even the bone marrow.

That cold sword light seemed even brighter than the moonlight.

Lu Xiaofeng had seen many swordsmen: Ximen Chuixue, Mu Daoren... even he himself could execute an exquisite and peerless sword technique. Yet, in the face of this sword, he felt a sense of helplessness.

Behind him was the wall; he could not retreat, nor did he have time to dodge.

He could only receive it.

If he could not receive this sword, he would only die.

And such a terrifying sword was extremely difficult to receive.

But Lu Xiaofeng was, after all, Lu Xiaofeng.

Just at this hair-breadth moment, Lu Xiaofeng had already made his move!

He suddenly extended two fingers and clamped them together—a simple, ordinary clamp—and shockingly, he clamped onto the sword blade!

No one could describe the ingenuity and speed of this clamp; if one hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they simply wouldn't believe it.

Everyone said that Lu Xiaofeng's fingers were connected to his heart and could clamp onto any weapon, which is why it was called the "Lingxi Finger."

These two fingers had never let him down.

Today seemed to be the same.

The "Lingxi Finger" had already clamped onto the sword blade.

But it hadn't clamped onto it completely.

Because this sword was inherently heavier than an ordinary sword, and the power it contained was even more unimaginable.

Like a mountain collapsing, like a tsunami.

In the face of this terrifying power, Lu Xiaofeng was completely unable to hold on; carried by the sword blade, his entire person shockingly crashed into the wall.

Amidst a "rumbling" sound, half of the wall collapsed, and Lu Xiaofeng was buried within it.

"Cough, cough."

Amidst a series of coughs, Lu Xiaofeng crawled out, covered in dust. I'm afraid no one would have thought that the romantic wanderer Lu Xiaofeng would also have such a disheveled moment.

Yu Liancheng sheathed his sword and suddenly laughed; his smile was like sunlight on ice, appearing exceptionally brilliant and glorious: "It seems you are indeed Lu Xiaofeng."

Lu Xiaofeng smiled bitterly: "Oh, how did I become Lu Xiaofeng again?"

Yu Liancheng said: "Because everyone who has seen my sword says that only Lu Xiaofeng could receive this sword."

Lu Xiaofeng smiled bitterly: "Lu Xiaofeng might also not be able to receive that sword of yours."

Yu Liancheng said: "If he couldn't receive that sword, Lu Xiaofeng wouldn't be Lu Xiaofeng right now."

Lu Xiaofeng naturally understood his meaning: "If I couldn't receive that sword, Lu Xiaofeng would already be a dead man."

Yu Liancheng said: "Correct, dead men have no names."

Lu Xiaofeng pondered and said: "Actually... you didn't want to kill me?"

With that previous sword, Lu Xiaofeng had almost failed to receive it.

Swords are meant to be light and nimble; very few people use heavy swords. At least among the sword masters Lu Xiaofeng had witnessed, not one had climbed to the peak of swordsmanship using a heavy sword.

Even if there were occasional swordsmen who used heavy swords, they were steady and stable, and their attacks were not fast.

Yu Liancheng's sword was very fast, fast as lightning.

With such sword speed, there didn't seem to be many in the world, and one could even say they were few and far between.

Yet the sword was also very heavy, and the power contained within it was astonishing.

Even though two fingers had clamped onto the sword, he was still forced back step by step; if Yu Liancheng hadn't held back two parts of his strength at the end, there would no longer be a Lu Xiaofeng in this world.

Yu Liancheng said slowly: "You and I have no grudges, and besides, if the world were missing someone like you, it would also be missing a lot of fun."

Lu Xiaofeng shrugged: "It seems one still needs to be lively in life, so that others won't be willing to kill you."

Yu Liancheng said: "I heard you are a friend of Ximen Chuixue."

Lu Xiaofeng said: "Correct."

Yu Liancheng said: "Then in your view, whose sword technique is more brilliant, mine or Ximen Chuixue's?"

Lu Xiaofeng smiled bitterly: "I knew it would be this question. You sword-wielding people all want to test whether my fingers can clamp onto your swords, and all want to know whether Ximen Chuixue is more formidable or if you are."

Yu Liancheng said: "Then what is your opinion on this now?"