The Swordsman who started from Baicaotang

Chapter 316: Folding Willow

City Lord's Mansion.

The guests were entertained with clinking glasses.

Huang Feng rarely spent lavishly. Even if he won a great victory, he would just give out rewards and let everyone celebrate on their own.

Today was an unprecedented day. He set up a banquet in the City Lord's Mansion and drank with everyone.

Delicious food, fine wine, dragon liver and phoenix marrow were all placed on the table.

In the past, in order to avoid the name of the Holy Dragon Ancestor and for fear of being caught by the court, almost no one dared to put dragon liver on the table.

Huang Feng and others did not shy away from serving the world's delicacies for everyone to enjoy.

After three rounds of drinking, Huang Feng suddenly felt inspired to write a poem.

"Fly light, fly light."

"I'd like to give you a drink."

"I don't know how high the blue sky is and how thick the yellow earth is. I only see that the cold moon and warm sun are here to fry people's lives."

"Eating bears makes you fat, eating frogs makes you thin."

"Where is the God? Where is Taiyi?"

"There is a Ruomu tree in the east of the sky, with a dragon holding a candle underneath."

"I will cut off the dragon's feet and chew its meat. It will make it unable to return to the court and unable to lie down at night."

“Naturally the old never die, and the young never cry.”

Huang Feng seemed to remember a few more sentences, but suddenly couldn't recall them. He was indeed only half-baked, a fish that had slipped through the net of the nine-year compulsory education.

Counting birds is not easy.

Anyway, the world doesn’t know this poem, so it doesn’t matter if there is one more or one less sentence.

When this poem came out, everyone was stunned.

They had indeed never heard of this poem. Judging from the literal meaning, it was a complete rebellion. Only a traitor like Huang Feng could write such a bold poem.

"The Sect Master is not only extremely skilled in cultivation, but also a master of poetry. We are far inferior to him."

"Express your aspirations through poetry!"

"We will also join the Sect Master in chopping off the dragon's feet and chewing its flesh."

"For the people of the world, let's drink this glass of wine!"

"Done!"

"The demon dragon and I are irreconcilable!"

"........."

Originally, Huang Feng just wanted to liven up the atmosphere, but he didn't expect it to turn into a meeting to denounce the imperial court. Everyone took a mouthful of dragon liver and a sip of wine, wishing they could chew it into pieces.

In order to keep the banquet going, Huang Feng stopped being so crazy that no one would come up with a line or two of poetry without any beginning or end.

A big banquet lasted until late at night.

Huang Feng pretended to ask Wei Long, Zhu Ming, and Qian Fei to stay, but they had a mission to complete and had to return to report. It was inconvenient for them to stay for long.

Huang Feng led everyone and sent the three people ten miles outside the city. Suddenly, he saw a pavilion next to it with a willow tree growing beside it.

I couldn't help but come up with a plan.

"My three heroes, please wait a moment. I will go and pick three willow branches for you."

What does this mean?

Everyone was confused and didn't know what Huang Feng's intention was.

As a great clan leader with unparalleled cultivation, he could have uprooted the entire willow tree with just a wave of his hand, so why would he bother to personally pluck the branches?

Huang Feng walked under the tree, carefully selected some, and specially broke off three green willow branches.

He then walked over, placed the willow branches in the hands of the three men, and said earnestly, "You may not know this, but this is a custom in my hometown. It's heartbreaking to see an old friend leave. So I break off a willow branch to express my deepest gratitude."

"To break off a willow branch is to try to keep someone."

"Now that the three heroes are about to leave, I feel as if I have lost the sun, filled with sorrow and sadness. I will break a willow branch to bid you farewell, and do not forget my affection."

what?

It seems to make sense that a small willow branch can contain such profound meaning, as "Liu" and "Liu" are homophones.

With a thud, the three men were shocked and fell to their knees with willow branches raised high in their hands.

"The Sect Master has shown us great kindness, and we will never forget it. Otherwise, we would be no different from animals."

"Please rest assured, Master. The people of Lanzhou will provide food and drink to welcome the royal army."

"The Sect Master values me so highly that I am willing to sacrifice my life for him! Heaven and earth can bear witness to this, as can the sun and the moon..."

Before Qian Fei finished speaking, Huang Feng quickly helped the three of them up.

"The oath of heaven should not be underestimated. If you are not careful, your inner demons will be ignited and you will regret it later."

"I already know your intentions."

"After sending you a thousand miles, we must finally say goodbye. The mountains are high and the waters are long, so please take care."

Huang Feng was putting on a bit of a show, just a way to win people's hearts. It was a far cry from the Duke of Zhou's spitting out food for his guests. Unexpectedly, Qian Fei and the other two couldn't stand it anymore and even swore a heavenly oath.

"Master, please stay!"

"I'll come visit you another day!"

"Have a nice trip, and see you another day..."

Looking around, the three disappeared into the night. The night was vast and dark.

At this moment, Huang Feng fell into deep thought.

If Liang, Lan, and Ning states surrendered, he would be the ruler of seven states, occupying all seven states by himself. Without a doubt, he would be the biggest traitor in the world.

As the saying goes: The tallest tree catches the most wind.

The court had first targeted him, having obtained the three states for free, so there was no way he would refuse. Now, whether he stuck his head out or hid it, he would be stabbed. There was no difference.

There were still over ninety years until the next time the imperial court would deploy the Heavenly Prison. During this time, he would need to at least raise his cultivation to the level of a semi-saint and, with the help of the Divine Will Art, be able to contend with the Heavenly Prison.

The biggest problem now is that his White Tiger Killing Nerve has not been deduced to the level of a semi-saint, and there is still a long way to go.

The size of the pot determines the amount of rice you put in.

The land of the Seven States was sufficient, and with the combined financial resources of the Seven States, as well as the divine skills and secret techniques, he wanted to deduce the White Tiger Killing Nerve to the semi-saint realm, the saint realm, and elevate his cultivation.

To be honest, he was not sure he could deal with Lord Yan, and he could not swallow the huge imperial court in one gulp.

The imperial court is waiting for the Saint Realm Patriarch to come out of seclusion, and may also be preparing to use similar methods as the Heavenly Prison. It is probably weighing the gains and losses and weighing the pros and cons.

What Huang Feng needs most is time.

He hoped that before the imperial court took action, his cultivation would be sufficient to deal with all means.

There is thick fog ahead, and only a sword can cut through it.

"metropolitan!"

"metropolitan!"

"The three of them have already gone far away. It's getting late now. We might as well go back."

"The Sect Master is truly kind and righteous. They've been gone for so long, yet the Sect Master is still watching them go."

"........."

Hearing the voices of the crowd, Huang Feng slowly regained his composure.

"They have worked tirelessly for the people of the Three States and are truly the world's finest heroes. Watching them leave is a common occurrence, not worth mentioning."

"Let's go!"

wow~

The cloak rolled up like a dark cloud covering the moon.

The crowd rode the wind, like a fleeting ray of light, dragging a long shadow in the void, like a falling leaf and a startled wild goose.

In an instant, the group disappeared into the night.

Lanzhou Prefecture City.

Three mountains embrace each other, with a huge basin in the middle, and a big city gathered on the flat land.

The backyard of the city lord's mansion.

The lights are bright, just like daylight.

Ji Jichang is the only person in Lanzhou who is in the free and easy realm. He is also the governor of Lanzhou. A single word can decide the life and death of millions of people and he has tremendous power.

His temples were gray, and his face showed a bit of age, but the handsome face of his youth could still be vaguely seen. His gray hair was neatly combed, and his clothes were also meticulously dressed.

Xiaoyao Tianjing wasn't immortal; he was nearing the end of his lifespan. Many people, seeking to prolong their lives, turned to practicing secret bloodline techniques, ultimately transforming themselves into something neither human nor ghost.

He never had such an idea.

Back then, he was also a world-renowned handsome young man. To turn him into a monster was even more extreme than killing him.

Now that the demon army is approaching, the true face of the imperial court has been torn apart by Huang Feng, and there are even rumors that the court is colluding with the demon clan.

For the sake of the people of Lanzhou and hundreds of millions of lives, he had to make a decision.

Join the Tiansheng Sect.

Listen to what he says and watch what he does.

Whether Huang Feng was a demon from the Demonic Cult or a traitor, there was one thing that no one could change: he had wiped out the Gu God Cult, eradicating a major cancer.

hope everything is fine.