Chapter 442: Old Huang's attitude, Song Yan Hui's probing (Seeking collections and subscriptions)

Meanwhile,

Xu Fengnian and Old Huang saw this scene, and the two looked at each other, both revealing somewhat lecherous expressions.

Xu Fengnian sighed and said:

"I thought that as a renunciant, the fairy would have long seen through the red dust."

"I didn't expect that the past affairs of the mortal world would still be hard to forget."

"Still want to start over?"

Speaking of this, Xu Fengnian was slightly stunned and continued:

"It seems that the fairy has renounced the world for so many years, only to renounce it in vain!"

Old Huang heard this and smiled slightly,

then pulled a yellowed wine gourd from his pocket,

unscrewed the cap, took a light sip, and said:

"The so-called 'wearing Daoist robes while the heart is in the red dust'."

"This Jianghu has always been a chaotic place..."

"Among the renunciants in this Jianghu, as long as they are people you or I know, one by one, who really wants to renounce the world?"

Old Huang took another fierce gulp of strong liquor and continued:

"Back then, Master Kongwen of the Great Ming Shaolin was a renunciant, yet he followed Miejue and others up the mountain to force Zhang Cuishan to his death."

"If anyone in the Jianghu dared to say a bad word about Shaolin, Master Kongwen was famous for his ruthless methods."

"Over these years, I don't know how many people have fallen under his Dragon Claw Hand."

"As for Abbot Xuanci of the Great Song Shaolin, that goes without saying."

"Whatever precept a monk can break, he has basically broken them all."

"Drinking, eating meat, lechery, killing, and spouting nonsense..."

"Look, aren't all these people renunciants!"

Old Huang became more indignant as he spoke, and his whole body couldn't help but tremble.

In his view, there was not a single renunciant in this Jianghu worth trusting.

And those truly high monks would never appear in the Jianghu; even if you wanted to find them, you couldn't.

Hearing Old Huang say this, Xu Fengnian had a sudden realization, paused, and continued:

"Old Huang makes sense."

"If you put it that way, these fake monks and fake nuns are actually more direct and frank than this fairy before us!"

"I like this kind of fairy!"

But don't say, Li Mochou, who is thirty years old this year, is in one of the best ages for a woman.

Although she had long lost the flavor of a young girl, her charm and allure were far beyond what an ordinary young girl could compare to.

This, if you were an innocent young man who hadn't experienced much, you naturally wouldn't understand.

But Xu Fengnian was different; he was the Prince of Beiliang, the only son of the Beiliang King Xu Xiao.

He had been pampered since childhood, surrounded by people.

It could be said that Xu Fengnian, who grew up in a pile of women, understood this truth better than anyone.

The saying "when young, one doesn't know the goodness of a mature woman, instead treating a loli as a treasure" refers to this.

Therefore, Xu Fengnian's current values and aesthetics were also greatly influenced.

He had no interest in young girls or lolis, such as Jiang Ni.

On the contrary, those mature beauties he couldn't get could stir up Xu Fengnian's curiosity even more, just like Li Mochou before him.

Thinking of this, Xu Fengnian couldn't help but sigh:

"It's just a pity that the fairy was born a dozen years too early,"

"otherwise, I, Xu Fengnian, would definitely have made a move!"

Meanwhile,

in the crowd,

Song Yan Hui and his disciple saw this scene, and both of them couldn't help but widen their eyes.

This Mr. Su actually had such supernatural powers?

Just by using a simple character, he could actually see through the human heart and see the deepest secrets in everyone's heart?

This kind of thing... was it not too terrifying!

Wushuang couldn't help but open his mouth wide, his young but strong curiosity satisfied as never before.

And Song Yan Hui was also full of astonishment; it was the first time in his life he had seen such a magical way of fortune-telling!

When others measure characters, they measure the passing years, they measure good and bad luck, and the main thing is ambiguity...

But Mr. Su is different; when he measures characters, the main thing is piercing the human heart, shocking the soul, and even speaking out the secrets in people's hearts that they themselves don't know.

This is no longer fortune-telling; this is possession!

The current Su Hang is more like a god, high above.

He descended before the Banyue Inn, and with just one look, he saw through all the thoughts of mortals.

Not only that, this mystery was exceptionally powerful; not only could he see through, but he could also point out the way for mortals!

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Thinking of this, Song Yan Hui couldn't help but click his tongue in admiration:

"So... so powerful!"

"It seems Wushuang was right; this time coming to Xueyue City, our master and disciple really came to the right place!"

"Our Wushuang City is saved!"

Thinking of Su Hang's god-like fortune-telling ability, Song Yan Hui was so excited he couldn't stop.

After all, with Mr. Su's supernatural power, looking down from a god's perspective, it shouldn't be difficult to see the weaknesses of Wushuang City.

If he could give a little guidance, this long-dead Wushuang City might just be revitalized.

At this time, Wushuang also clearly felt the excitement in his master's heart.

He paused, looked at his master before him, and said:

"Master, actually, the question you want to ask doesn't need Mr. Su to answer at all; Wushuang knows!"

Being told this by Wushuang, Song Yan Hui immediately became curious.

"Really? You know?"

Wushuang paused slightly and then said:

"Actually, revitalizing our Wushuang City is not difficult at all! As long as we can open the Wushuang Sword Box!"

Hearing this, Song Yan Hui froze instantly.

This disciple of his was a bit too sharp.

At such a young age, he could go straight to the point; Song Yan Hui was far from having this kind of clear vision.

At least at Wushuang's age, in terms of vision and clarity, he was far behind his disciple.

Indeed, as Wushuang said, the Wushuang Sword Box contained thirteen peerless famous swords.

Being able to open the sword box and control four of the famous swords already made one a top expert in the Jianghu!

If one could control six famous swords, one would definitely leave a name in the path of the sword!

If one could control more than eight famous swords, one would be an existence that roamed the Jianghu!

As for higher realms, Song Yan Hui himself hadn't heard of them...

It was only rumored that the ancestor who forged the sword box possessed the strength to control all the famous swords!

That was no longer a human, but a god!

Wushuang paused and continued: