"There are so many forces in the Jianghu. There are so many evil people mixed up. All kinds of water village gangs and petty factions are fighting for the right and the wrong. Those who spin up and spin out don’t count. Even if some ambitions and wrists are not short of masters, they will always meet better opponents, and no one will remember them in two years."

Lu Xiaofeng seemed to suddenly think of not drinking any wine and made a snap of his fingers and said, "But in recent years, there has been a correct way for all factions to recommend the Wulin leader, and it is generally calm in the rivers and lakes. This Wulin leader feels that he will hold a Wulin conference in Luoyang and hand over the Wulin leader position soon."
"Oh, can the Wulin leader still assign one? Is this position handover so smooth?" Fang Yunhan said
Lu Xiaofeng shook his head and said, "I still don’t know who will answer it. Maybe there will be a challenge to be answered by a famous Gao Liqiang."
"Luoyang" Fang Yunhan put his glass and looked at the sky. "I’ll excuse you at night."
Fang Yunhan left the inn. Lu Xiaofeng didn’t stop him. He knew that Fang Yunhan had booked a room here and should still come back.
Sure enough, about half an hour later, Yunhan came back.
He took a sword when he went out and came back.
The scabbard of this sword is made of two pieces of bamboo. The dark yellow material is very rough, but it should be polished very smoothly. The hilt is made of wood and painted with black paint, showing a round cake shape.
The whole sword looks like the kind of sword shop. Generally, you can get the most goods for one or two taels of silver. I’m afraid if you cut it with a kitchen knife, you’ll have to break a gap.
Lu Xiaofeng had drunk a lot of original wine and looked a little drunk. When he saw this sword, he suddenly woke up and said, "What are you doing with this thing?"
"I am a swordsman, of course I need a sword," Fang Yunhan replied.
"If not, how can a sword be worthy of your martial arts?"
Lu Xiaofeng has many friends who are swords, and he knows that even if a swordsman is in poor health, wood blade can kill people, but he will still pursue a better sword that is durable and worthy of his own. So he said, "If you don’t know a real-collar sword caster, you can draw me a drawing."
Lu Xiaofeng pricked up three fingers and said, "I want you to wait for me here for three days. After three days, I will give you a good sword that blows hair and breaks hair. It is really a thank you for this embroidery thief."
"It’s my own business to fight Jin Jiuling, and I don’t have to change my sword." Fang Yunhan looked at it with a respectful and sincere look in front of the sword. "This is the first Excalibur in the sky."
Lu Xiaofeng asked suspiciously, "Can you show me?"
"I have to"
Fang Yunhan handed the sword to Lu Xiaofeng
Lu Xiaofeng pulled out half and studied it carefully.
This sword is quite thick, but it looks like the back of a firewood knife. It doesn’t even have the blade, the root of the sword and the texture of fine steel. It’s not a rare material.
Lu Xiaofeng can be sure that this is a bad sword, but his face has become solemn and solemn. He slowly returned the sword to Fang Yunhan and said, "I am white."
Fang Yunhan laughed. "By the way, when did you say that Luoyang was going to hold a martial arts conference?"
Lu Xiaofeng stretched himself on the wine table and seemed to sleep here.
"Twelve days later, the Wulin Congress will be called just as the Luoyang Flower Festival."
Chapter 6 The First Sword Caster
Among the 100,000 families in the red and green shade of Luoyang in spring, the flowers are like splendid people.
Every year, around Grain Rain in Qing Dynasty, Luoyang, the ancient capital, held a peony flower party.
Peony has won the reputation of "the king of flowers" and "the beauty of the country" because of its elegant and enchanting appearance. Luoyang is also called "Peony City" by the world because of its long history of planting peony.
Since Sui and Tang Dynasties, more than 200 kinds of peony clouds in Luoyang have been cultivated by skillful craftsmen, and various kinds of peony, such as red, yellow, pink, white, purple, green, blue and black, have competed for each other to add color to the ancient capital Luoyang.
Fang Yunhan entered Luoyang City on the fifth day of March. At this time, the Luoyang Flower Fair has not yet reached its biggest day, but peony can be seen everywhere when walking across the street.
The famous flowers sway in the sun, and even the sun shines a little more softly.
"It smells good. Have you arrived in Luoyang already?"
The horse beside Fang Yunhan lay Lu Xiaofeng. He followed Fang Yunhan all the way, as if he had been sleeping and waking up when he entered the city, and he sat up firmly on his horse.
"It’s really colorful. This year’s Luoyang Flower Fair is a bit more prosperous than when I came the year before last." Lu Xiaofeng looked around and was in high spirits. The other party Yunhan said, "Since I have arrived in Luoyang, I have to go to Wanxiang Building to guide the way."
Fang Yunhan is also the first time to see such an antique flower show. He asked, "What’s so special about Wanxiang Building?"
"Wanxianglou Baihua Brewing is well-known in the north and south of the Yangtze River, and it is often difficult to buy a bottle of aged wine for a thousand dollars, but I know that their store only makes Baihua Cake at the annual flower festival, which is more delicious than that wine."
Lu Xiaofeng sniffed at the gas in Luoyang City, and a depressed gas seemed to have been laughed at for days. "But cakes are not easy to keep the price, and they are not as famous as drinks."
The two of them walked along the long street for a while and turned a corner to the left. Suddenly, there was a completely different atmosphere of congestion and noise in front of them, which disturbed the flowers.
There is a high platform in front, and there are sheds on three sides of the high platform. There are all kinds of people sitting in it. There is only no shed, and a large number of Jianghu people with swords and swords are rubbing their shoulders and fighting with the onlookers.