Chapter 21: Murong San's Sighs

  Murong Xuanfeng's words were indeed arrogant, and his eyes seemed to be as cold as ice. However, the black-clothed leader didn't get angry, but instead smiled and said: "I've long heard that the Murong family has produced a mysterious genius who is hard to come by in a hundred years. Before reaching adulthood, he had already stepped into the Xiantian realm with one foot. Today, I see that it's indeed true that his spirit is like jade. The Blood Concealment Hall never makes things difficult for people, so let's just give the Murong family some face today. Let's go."

  Murong Xuan swept a glance at him, as if this outcome had been expected. He said calmly, "Take away the companions of those two, don't tarnish the beautiful scenery here."

  The man in black was left speechless by Murong Xuanfeng's words, and coldly said: "Young man, even if you have exceptional talent, I still advise you that it's better not to be so arrogant when traveling the jianghu." After finishing speaking, he waved his hand at two of his subordinates, turned around and left without looking back.

  Murong Xuanfeng didn't say a word, just gazing at them indifferently as the two people stumbled away with their backs to the ground. Only then did he turn around, and the first thing he saw was Bi Han. The sudden change that had just occurred was too abrupt, and Bi Han's face still hadn't recovered from the shock, her cheeks also slightly pale. Even so, it couldn't hinder the delicacy and beauty of her facial features.

  Murong Xuanfeng was slightly surprised and said: "You are Zhao Shu's daughter, Miss Zhao Bihuan?"

  Bihuan was taken aback for a moment before reacting, seemingly still immersed in Murong Xuanyu's impressive demeanor earlier. She said with some embarrassment: "Ah, yes, you can call me Bihuan. Do you know my father?"

  Murong Xuanfeng smiled and said, "He and my father were once friends, so before this matter occurred, my father had already received news that you would be coming to Qiantang. That's why the entire Jianghuai region has members of the Murong family stationed to receive you, miss. Who would have thought that you would actually encounter Xiao Hei? If I had known earlier, it wouldn't have been necessary to make such a big fuss."

  Even though he said it lightly, Bi Huan could still feel the importance that the Murong family placed on her and couldn't help but be deeply moved. Her throat felt a bit dry, she didn't know what to say.

  Liang Ze's eyes met Bi He's embarrassed gaze, and he took the initiative to continue the conversation: "I don't know why Brother Xuan Feng knows me?"

  Murong Xuanfeng seemed to have lost the arrogance he had when facing his enemy earlier, and instead appeared more gentle. "I've long admired your great name, Liang Stealer," he said. "Your reputation is renowned throughout the land, even in my secluded abode in Qiantang, it's like thunder in my ears. Moreover, there's a clansman of mine who is acquainted with your teacher, and your teacher has mentioned you before. As soon as I saw you use the Autumn Leaf Sword Style when facing your enemy, I guessed it was you. But who is this friend?" He looked at Su Feng with some puzzlement.

  Suī fēng said with a self-deprecating smile: "I'm Suī Fēng, just starting out in the jianghu, and compared to you two, I'm really not worth mentioning." After finishing speaking, he couldn't help but feel a bit down. The two of them were only a few years older than him, yet they were already famous young heroes. As for himself, just a few days ago, he was still clueless about martial arts, and the gap between them was really like heaven and earth. Chang Ming Shu said that he had extraordinary talent, but weren't those two also incredibly talented? Avenging his parents and restoring his family's honor seemed like an increasingly distant dream, one that might never come true.

  It seemed to feel the self-abasement with the wind, Liang Tou'er gently patted him and said: "I originally wanted to go to Shandong for a trip, coincidentally met him on the road. After getting acquainted, they traveled together."

  Murong Xuanfeng's expression turned contemplative, and after a moment, he said: "Su Feng... Could it be that your esteemed father is the renowned Su Tianxia of Yangzhou? And you are the young master of the Su family?"

  Upon hearing his question, Ran Feng couldn't help but feel a pang of melancholy, yet he still forced himself to say: "Yes, it's indeed me. However... the Ran household has long been in decline, and I dare not respond to the title 'Young Master of the Ran Household'."

  Murong Xuanfeng seemed to realize that his words were not suitable, and instead said: "Since you can accompany Liang, you must also have extraordinary skills and remarkable abilities."

  Another pang of sadness with the wind, but since Murong Xuanfeng said so, he couldn't not respond. Although his heart was already filled with bitterness, he still said: "I don't know martial arts, previously it was all thanks to Big Brother Liang taking care of me."

  Murong Xuanfeng smiled and stopped pursuing the matter further, saying: "This is not a place for conversation, let's go to Shuilongyin to discuss it in detail."

  "Shui Long Yin? What is that exactly? I seem to recall the black-clad man mentioning it before?" Bi He asked curiously.

  Liáng Tuō ér smiled and said: "I've heard a bit about this. In the Jianghu, people talk about the 'Mù Róng Sān Yín' (慕容三吟), which refers to three things in the Mù Róng family called 'Shuǐ Lóng Yín'. The first is the internal skill practiced by the Mù Róng family's disciples, also called Shuǐ Lóng Yín. The most well-known one is the Shuǐ Lóng Yín used by Xiǎo Fēng just now, which has an overwhelming aura, like a giant dragon chanting. The second is that the Mù Róng family is located in Qiántáng, near the sea, and their water transportation system is very developed, with extremely fast ships that are rarely seen, also called Shuǐ Lóng Yín. The third is a legendary treasure, worshiped by generations of Mù Róng family heads - the divine sword Shuǐ Lóng Yín. Xiǎo Fēng, did I say anything wrong?"

  Murong Xuan said calmly: "Brother Liang is so familiar with the Murong family, isn't it because you're considering making it your next target?"

  Everyone was stunned, and then they all burst out laughing. Murong Xuanfeng finally spoke seriously: "The Water Dragon Whirl is now stopped at the banks of the Yangtze River, as for the Water Dragon Whirl sword, even I have only seen it a few times. It's said to be forged from the heavenly blue water light of the extraterrestrial meteorite iron, with a hint of divine aura. Only because it was the sword worn by my Murong family's ancestor, so it is revered by the Murong disciples, but it's not as legendary as the rumors in Jianghu."

  Liang Ze and Murong Xuanfeng walked side by side, occasionally discussing various Jianghu anecdotes, while Su Feng and Bi He followed behind them, rarely participating in their conversations.

  "It seems you will be living in the Murong household from now on. Your safety is also guaranteed." Feng Wu looked at Bi Huan, thinking that in a few more days he would have to part with her and might not see her again in the future. His heart was filled with a bitter taste, but his face was still full of smiles.

  Bi Han merely hummed in response and didn't say anything.

  "What's wrong? You look like you have something on your mind." Mu Rongxuan stood tall and majestic in front of him, making Sui Feng involuntarily feel inferior. In fact, he himself was also full of worries.

  "Nothing much, hey, take a look." Bi He seemed to have discovered something and pulled Su Feng over with a delighted face.

  Looking in the direction she pointed, a vast expanse of misty waves stretched out into the distance, with water vapor spreading across the sky. It was indeed the majestic and mighty Yangtze River. At this moment, the riverbank seemed to have an additional pavilion, just like a mirage. As we walked closer, it turned out that under the pavilion was a giant wooden dragon, and those pavilions were like they grew on the dragon's back, which was the Water Dragon Pavilion.

  Previously, there were some doubts with the wind, and the ship's body was carved with a dragon, which is a serious crime. Seeing the real thing only now understands that although it is a giant dragon, at most it can only be considered as a jiao class. Plus, the Murong family is big and prosperous, so even after all these years, no one has made an issue of this point.

  Murong Xuanfeng made a inviting gesture and said: "This is the Water Dragon's Humming, please come aboard for a chat."

  "Get on the boat?" Feng was stunned for a moment, and the dragon's body was extremely large. The dragon's body floated on the surface of the water, its back more than ten feet away from the ground, but there were no ladders or anything that could be stepped on to get on the boat. How could they possibly get on?

  Murong Xuan said calmly, "Since the establishment of the Murong family, the Water Dragon Chant has been this way. Whoever wants to board it must rely on their own strength. If they don't even have the strength to get on the boat, then they're not worthy of boarding the Water Dragon Chant. However, since Gongzi and Bi Huan are without martial arts skills, the Murong family naturally cannot be arrogant and disregard the feelings of our guests. But the ancestral law cannot be changed; as long as you two can board it, that's enough - it doesn't necessarily require personal effort." As he spoke, Murong Xuan glanced at Liang Ze unintentionally, his meaning clear as day.

  Liang Ze's eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief as he smiled and said, "This is easy." Before his words had even faded away, his figure blurred for an instant, and with a single stride, he was already on the boat.

  Murong Xuanfeng said, "Brother Liang is indeed worthy of being called the divine hand that shakes the world. With just this one move of lightness skill, there are hardly a few people in the world who can surpass him." After finishing speaking, he also made a swift movement with his feet and rose up, but unlike Liang Shanyu, his speed was extremely slow, like a gentle breeze blowing fine rain, slowly floating onto the ship.

  Liáng Tuōér glanced at him and smiled, then walked a few steps forward to the side of the boat, leaning out halfway and said: "Xiao Feng, I'll pull you up."

  Murong Xuanfeng also stretched out his hand like Liang Ze's and said: "Bi Han, let me pull you up."

  As the wind blew, he was a bit dazed and held Liang Tou'er's hand tightly, watching Bi Huan being pulled onto the boat by Murong Xuanfeng. "If I were that powerful, would it be me pulling her instead?" Although he knew all this was just his own wishful thinking, he couldn't control his mind, and the more he tried not to think about it, the more imaginary scenes appeared in his head.

  As I boarded the ship, I realized its uniqueness. The deck beneath my feet was made up of one piece after another of water-blue wooden scales carved into dragon scales. Looking out at the vast Yangtze River, ahead was the dragon's head, and it felt as if I were really standing on a divine dragon, with the entire land under my feet. On both sides of the deck stood two rows of neat and tidy young men from the Murong family. One of them saw Murong Yuancheng and others, walked up to them and said: "Greetings, Young Master Yuancheng."

  Murong Xuanfeng made a welcoming gesture and said, "Please come in and let's discuss further." He turned to face the Murong disciples and said, "Open Dragon Travel." The disciple responded with a yes and retreated.

  Several people followed Murong Xuanfeng into the cabin. The Water Dragon's Hum looked majestic from the outside, as if it had the momentum of a vassal asking for the world. However, when Su Feng entered the interior, he realized that inside was another world, just like the elegant and noble Yunlu Inn before, but with an even more refined and otherworldly charm. Listening to the vast waves crashing on both sides, his heart also fluctuated with the ups and downs of the river.

  "This is the family business of the Murong clan? I wonder if my own family had such a prosperous scene back then?" As he thought, he looked at himself and then at Murong Xuanfeng. The gap between them was like heaven and earth, sea and cloud. The sorrow of his youth quietly crept into his heart like a gentle breeze that seeped through every pore.

  For some reason, he always felt that the years he spent drifting alone were not as difficult as these few days. Just as he was lost in thought, his feet suddenly shook, and the entire cabin was slowly descending! If you stand by the river, you will be even more surprised, those pavilions and buildings like cabins are slowly sinking, leaving only the eaves of the pavilion exposed outside.

  The scenery on both sides was originally blocked by the dark ship wall, and suddenly a clicking sound came from the mechanism. The wooden boards on both sides of the ship slowly opened to both sides, revealing the color of the river water. Su Feng was surprised, not only were they already under the surface of the river at this moment, but also more strangely, the river water seemed to be blocked by some invisible object, and did not rush into the cabin.

  It seems that he felt the doubts of Bi Han and others, so Murong Xuanfeng smiled and said: "This water dragon chant is made from the stone quartz imported from the Western Regions, not only is it extremely hard and resistant to corrosion, but also the scenery seen inside the cabin is beautiful. Miss Bi Han, in the future when you often live in the Murong family, this kind of beauty will naturally be seen frequently."