The Vulture Palace was fine, after all, it was filled with experts and beauties.
But the current Xiaoyao Sect was nothing more than a dilapidated School.
Fahai's ambition was in the Jianghu, and he was unwilling to be dragged down by this mess.
In the end, after much persuasion, he finally got Su Xinghe to agree.
He promised to find another successor for the Xiaoyao Sect.
Only then did Su Xinghe reluctantly give up.
After getting away, Fahai originally planned to return to Shaolin Temple first.
Thinking about it, he left the mountain this time to break the precepts and improve his strength.
Currently, half of the nine precepts had not yet been broken.
Once he returned to Shaolin Temple, it wouldn't be so easy to break the precepts at will.
Therefore, Fahai decided to continue traveling in the Jianghu.
Only this time, Xuzhu and Wanwan had both returned to their respective teams, leaving him alone.
Nothing happened along the way until he passed a town.
Suddenly, his ears twitched, catching some noisy sounds.
Was it like the sound of beating and scolding?
"Two beggars, you have some nerve to steal Dong Xi!"
"Catch them and break their legs!"
Fahai stopped and looked back.
Behind him, two people were being chased, one an old beggar and the other a young beggar.
Both of them were holding several white eagle eggs in their arms.
"Old Huang, run faster!" the young beggar in front shouted back.
Before he finished speaking, he bumped into someone.
"Sorry, brother."
The young beggar apologized while trying to get around him.
His peripheral vision suddenly caught something, and his eyes stung.
He looked closely and saw a bald head!
No wonder it was so bright; the sunlight reflected so much that people couldn't open their eyes.
Huh? A monk? And a good-looking monk at that?
The young beggar's heart trembled, as if he remembered something.
"Young Master, aren't you going to retreat?" The old beggar caught up, panting.
Seeing him standing still, the old beggar was a little anxious.
But the young beggar smiled, "Little Master, don't Buddhist Disciples talk about compassion?"
"We're short a meal's worth of money, why don't you do a good deed and help us pay for it?"
"I, Xu Fengnian, will definitely thank you profusely." Old Huang quickly chimed in, a look of grievance on his face.
"This Master, we haven't eaten for days."
"Please be kind and treat us to a hot meal."
"Don't worry, my Master has plenty of money and won't treat you unfairly."
The Young Master the beggar was referring to was Xu Fengnian?
Hearing this name, Fahai raised an eyebrow, a hint of interest rising in his heart.
Seeing his current shabby appearance, even resorting to stealing eggs.
He was probably in the stage of his first journey, riding a poor horse, drinking yellow wine, and traveling six thousand li.
What an unexpected encounter. To meet another fated person under such circumstances. He had earlier sensed a faint, almost imperceptible Aura lingering around Old Huang, an extremely powerful one. At least, he himself was far from being able to compare. Such an expert, yet pretending to be a dirty, disheveled old beggar, must have an extraordinary background. There must be a hidden story behind it. He hadn't expected the person he met to be Xu Fengnian, the Young Master of the Bei Liang Royal Residence of the Liyang Dynasty. His groom was actually Jian Jiu Huang, Huang Zhentu! No wonder he suddenly became entangled with him; it seemed he had already seen through his identity. Although in external rumors, Xu Fengnian was a complete good-for-nothing and profligate, even described as the ultimate degenerate of the Tang Dynasty. But Fahai knew very well that this person was completely feigning weakness to prey on the strong. In terms of means, Aura, and political maneuvering, Xu Fengnian was second to none. He was taught by the Spring and Autumn Poison Scholar Li Yishan; outwardly unrestrained, he was actually full of knowledge and grand ambitions.
Arrogance and indulgence were facts, but deep cunning was equally true. Xu Fengnian certainly couldn't be called a true gentleman. There were few truly good people in the Bei Liang Royal Residence. Among that group, there were not a few fierce and evil individuals who would kill at the slightest provocation. Even the loyal Lu Qiu'er bullied the wives and daughters of common people on the streets, an unpardonable scoundrel. Xu Fengnian naturally could not be considered a good person.
However, just for everything he did for that little girl.
Not to mention, in the end, he didn't hesitate to use the Royal Residence as a price, mobilizing three hundred thousand border troops to fight to the death against Northern Mang.
It also made Fahai feel a bit of respect for him.
Even more coincidental was Nangong.
In the original work, she was the only woman who married Xu Fengnian.
But in the current situation, such a peerless beauty was under Fahai's control.
Such a situation was delightful.
If Nangong wanted to improve her cultivation, she would most likely return to the Tingchao Pavilion of the Bei Liang Royal Residence.
If he could establish a connection with Xu Fengnian, perhaps he could help Nangong.
And that seemingly insignificant old beggar, Jian Jiu Huang, was the true big shot!
An existence capable of contending with the Heavenly Human Realm!
When he finished his travels and returned to Northern Liang, he would comprehend the final move, "Six Thousand Li."
He even had a chance to challenge that old monster Wang Xianzhi!
At that time, the battle on the Martial Emperor City walls.
Jian Jiu Huang unleashed five consecutive swords, fully displaying his eight-sword style!
Wang Xianzhi countered with one hand, enduring a total of six kings and eight moves!
In the end, Jian Jiu Huang's sixth sword, "Six Thousand Li, like a silver river pouring for a thousand li," directly cut off Wang Xianzhi's right sleeve.
Wang Xianzhi attacked with all his might, and Jian Jiu Huang, holding his sword with one hand, broke forty-nine moves consecutively until he died of exhaustion.
His meridians shattered, he sat cross-legged on the city wall, his head facing north, dead but not fallen.
This was the sword from Western Shu, named Jian Jiu Huang.
Just as Fahai was in a daze, the pursuers had arrived, surrounding Xu Fengnian and Old Huang.
"Where do you think you're going to escape to?"
"How dare you come to Zui Xian Ju to steal Dong Xi!"
"Who are you calling a thief?"
"We bought that with money!"
"See, this is my brother, he's generous, he's treating!" Xu Fengnian unceremoniously patted Fahai's shoulder. Fahai came back to his senses, seeing everyone looking at him, even Xu Fengnian and Jian Jiu Huang full of expectation, he couldn't help but chuckle. "They are indeed my friends." He said, taking out a silver ingot and handing it to those people. Only then did the others let Xu Fengnian and Old Huang go. The two secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
"What a huge loss, I should have stolen a chicken to eat instead."
Xu Fengnian muttered in a low voice.
"Thank you, Little Master, may I ask for your esteemed name?"
"This poor monk is Fahai."
"Fahai?"
Old Huang's face changed dramatically, his gaze fixed on him.
Although Xu Fengnian had suspected it earlier, when he heard the real name, he still couldn't help but feel a shock in his heart.
This was that Fahai—the name he had heard so much about recently that his ears were calloused.
It was such a coincidence to meet him like this.
Fahai…
A Grandmaster at fifteen, top fifty on the Earth Ranking, top ten on the heavenly pride ranking, a Prodigy-level figure destined to reach the Heavenly Human Realm in three thousand years!
A glint flashed in Xu Fengnian's eyes.
No matter what, he must become close with this person!
"Since we are friends, we naturally need to entertain them well."
"How about Zui Xian Ju?"
"I heard that it's the most famous restaurant in the Great Ming Dynasty."
Before he finished speaking, Xu Fengnian couldn't help but swallow.
He hadn't eaten anything oily these past few days, and today he absolutely had to cling to this lord's leg.
A strange glint also appeared in Old Huang's cloudy eyes.
Zui Xian Ju?
Fahai nodded in agreement.
One of the eight Buddhist precepts forbids entering extravagant places.
But did he care?
How can you catch a tiger cub without entering the tiger's den? How can you increase your cultivation without breaking the precepts?
Eating and breaking precepts at the same time, wouldn't that be delightful?
"Good, we'll go to Zui Xian Ju."
One sentence stunned Xu Fengnian.
After all, that was Zui Xian Ju, the number one restaurant in Great Ming. Its reputation was loud, and its prices were expensive. He had only mentioned it casually, originally thinking Fahai would hesitate, but who knew he would agree immediately!
Furthermore, Buddhist Schools always rejected such luxurious places, wasn't Fahai a monk? How could he make such a move?
"Little Master Fahai, that place isn't cheap, nor is it quiet."
"Precisely because of that," Fahai said calmly.
Upon hearing this, Xu Fengnian laughed heartily, a surge of heroism rising within him.
"As expected of someone I, Xu Fengnian, admire; straightforward!"
"Much stronger than that kid Wen Hua."
"Let's go!"
The three walked forward, heading towards Zui Xian Ju.
Before long, the group arrived at the entrance.
A three-story building stood before them, nearly ten zhang tall, with a magnificent Aura. The entire structure was built with high-quality wood, and gold threads were even embedded in the window lattices!
The facade was exquisitely decorated, exuding opulence.
A plaque hung high, with a vermilion background and three gilded characters:
Zui Xian Ju!