Chapter 87

Subsequently, Feng Jueyu sat in the small courtyard for a while, pondering the opening of the Jishi Fang, and gave Xiao Yuanshan a few more instructions.

At present, Xiao Yuanshan's gang was just beginning to take shape. The secular power was too weak, and Feng Jueyu had never intended to manage it much. Xiao Yuanshan was a talent, and Feng Jueyu could help him for a while, but not for a lifetime. Whether he would become a dragon or a snake depended on Xiao Yuanshan's abilities.

In Feng Jueyu's mind, the most important thing now was still the enhancement of his strength, including whether the power he held could rival the powerful ruler of Tiannan. This was related to whether he could obtain the century-old Tianxuelian. However, Feng Jueyu had another idea. The Hongyuan Space could cultivate medicinal herbs, and both the growth rate and the medicinal properties were much better than in the outside world. If he could cultivate a large number of century-old Tianxuelian, wouldn't there be an abundance of experts who could cleanse their meridians and strengthen their bones?

Of course, this was just an unrealistic idea. Feng Jueyu had never seen a century-old Tianxuelian, but many flowers have seeds. What if the century-old Tianxuelian had seeds? Therefore, Feng Jueyu's goal was not entirely the century-old Tianxuelian; he was interested in the seeds that could cultivate a large number of Tianxuelian.

So, he had to visit the Xu family.

Before leaving, Feng Jueyu obtained a summary of recent intelligence from Xiao Yuanshan, packed a few bags of medicinal herbs, and returned to the Shangguan residence.

Passing by the Xilin Lake shore, Feng Jueyu deliberately walked around the lake. He didn't see Zhang Changling and Zhou Lao. These old guys were probably so stimulated by him that they were reflecting at home. Damn, these old things think too highly of themselves and need to be knocked down a notch.

Feng Jueyu thought to himself, humming a tune as he returned to the Shangguan residence. As he stepped into the front courtyard, Shangguan Ruofan was practicing swordsmanship.

This kid was indeed a martial arts fanatic, practicing swordsmanship all day long. Because of the previous incident, Shangguan Lingyun deeply understood the importance of strength and didn't even care that the kid wasn't going to school, allowing him to practice martial arts to his heart's content. As a result, Shangguan Ruofan became even more diligent, practicing for seven to eight hours a day without rest. Even after practicing, he would go back to meditate, making the elders of the Shangguan family look at him with eyes as big as oxen, and the servants gave him the nickname "Sword Fanatic."

With nothing else to do, Feng Jueyu stopped to watch for a while, feeling amazed.

After a few days, Shangguan Ruofan's swordsmanship had changed. Feng Jueyu's specialty in swordsmanship was fierce, venomous, and unpredictable. He taught Shangguan Ruofan in the same way, but each person had their own characteristics in martial arts. Especially after Feng Jueyu's guidance a few days ago, Shangguan Ruofan began to develop his own swordsmanship.

What surprised Feng Jueyu was that this kid had integrated his fierce sword techniques and discarded the venomous part, gradually transforming into a majestic and regal aura.

The sword is the king of weapons, noble and upright.

If the wielder of the sword has a regal aura, it can better display the sword's elegance and grandeur.

Watching Shangguan Ruofan's swordsmanship, it was fierce yet noble, perfectly blending the two sword intentions. Even Feng Jueyu felt somewhat surprised.

When he returned, Feng Jueyu had planned to include Shangguan Ruofan in the training program with Gongyang Yu and himself, but now it seemed unnecessary.

Shangguan Ruofan had his own path to follow. Being a killer was not suitable for him. Otherwise, with the changes in his swordsmanship over the past few days, he would have at least shown some characteristics of a killer, rather than the noble and regal sword style.

If it was the regal sword style, Feng Jueyu admitted he could no longer guide Shangguan Ruofan. Even if he could, it would be from a higher level, guiding him on the path of the regal sword. Teaching specific sword techniques would be less effective.

Although the Shangguan family came from the grasslands and the green forest, at the core, they were all loyal to the country and the ruler, noble and upright. Shangguan Ruofan inherited this family tradition.

Perhaps, the regal sword style was the most suitable for him.

Feng Jueyu nodded silently, his eyes full of satisfaction, thinking that if the Shangguan family produced a famous regal sword expert in the future, that would be great.

At this moment, Shangguan Ruofan also saw Feng Jueyu. He suddenly stopped his sword practice, standing tall like a mountain, with a rather impressive aura.

After finishing his practice, Shangguan Ruofan, with a flushed face and sweat all over his head, ran over: "Brother-in-law, how do you think I did? Give me some pointers."

Feng Jueyu modestly smiled: "Not bad, not bad." This was not just to comfort Shangguan Ruofan; Feng Jueyu was genuinely praising him.

Who would have thought that as soon as Feng Jueyu finished speaking, Shangguan Ruofan sheathed his sword and realized: "Brother-in-law, do you mean that the senior didn't give any new guidance? If you don't understand, can you go back and ask for me?"

Hearing this, Feng Jueyu almost lost his temper. He had lied to clear his suspicion, but now he was being treated like an idiot. Little brat, you look down on me?

Damn, digging a hole to bury himself, he couldn't even scold the kid face-to-face. What a bad day. Feng Jueyu glared at Shangguan Ruofan for a while, then finally, like a deflated balloon, he drooped his head: "Alright, I'll ask when the senior comes."

Shangguan Ruofan was overjoyed and then pulled out a letter from his pocket, handed it over, and said with a smile: "Brother-in-law, here, this is a letter sent by Miss Sima Ruyu, inviting you to visit her residence."

"Sima Ruyu?" Feng Jueyu was a bit surprised. The girl was quite upset by him yesterday and didn't even attend the birthday banquet. Why would she invite him now? Is she planning to take revenge?

He asked: "When was the letter sent?"

Shangguan Ruofan gave a very lecherous look and whispered: "This morning, I intercepted it at the door and didn't tell anyone." He winked at Feng Jueyu.

Damn, what kind of dirty thoughts does this kid have? Too lecherous.

Feng Jueyu glared at Shangguan Ruofan and said, "Stop daydreaming and go practice your sword."

Shangguan Ruofan laughed and left with his sword.

Feng Jueyu opened the letter, and a faint ink fragrance wafted out. The letter contained only a few words, but it made Feng Jueyu frown slightly.

At the third hour of the afternoon, at the Ruyu Villa in the southern city, I respectfully await the presence of the nameless gentleman!

Nameless gentleman!

The letter did not mention "Feng Jueyu" but specifically referred to the "nameless gentleman." Feng Jueyu immediately understood: So, the girl already knew my identity at the birthday banquet. No wonder she looked at me so strangely. This is interesting; I'll go see what she's up to.

He read the letter again and was a bit puzzled: Southern city? Ruyu Villa? The residence of the Minister of Revenue, Sima Wen, is in the eastern city. Why is it in the southern city?

With a full heart of doubt, Feng Jueyu returned to his residence, practiced the Shengsi Wuchang Divine Skill for a while, checked the time, and then left the Shangguan residence, heading back to the southern city.

After asking around, Feng Jueyu learned that Sima Ruyu and Sima Wen did not live together. She had her own villa in the southern city, which she used to entertain her fellow disciples from Tianjian Mountain.

Coincidentally, the Ruyu Villa was right behind the main hall of the Xu Family's Miaoshan Hall, with only a wall separating them.

This coincidence made Feng Jueyu a bit pleased. He was worried about how to get into the Miaoshan Hall, and now he finally had a chance.

The letter was sent early in the morning, and the ink fragrance was still fresh. The time was set for the afternoon, so the girl must be quite impatient.

Smiling, Feng Jueyu approached the Ruyu Villa, a grand and elegant residence. What did Sima Ruyu have in mind? Was she planning to send experts to deal with him? How did she know I was the nameless gentleman on the 138 ship? This girl is quite mysterious; I'll meet her and see what she's up to.

Thinking to himself, Feng Jueyu knocked on the copper ring of the Ruyu Villa's gate...

"Knock, knock, knock..."

The gate creaked open, and the sound of embroidered shoes tapping on the stone path came from inside. Then, the gate opened, and two young maidens walked out.

"It's you?"

Feng Jueyu was taken aback. The two young maidens were none other than the boat maids from the 138 ship during the Spring Talent Gathering: Xiaobi and Xiaolian.

"Why are you here?"

This time, Feng Jueyu was truly surprised. During the talent gathering, weren't the boat girls selected from the brothels of Xilin Lake? How could they be from the Minister of Revenue's residence?

Xiaobi and Xiaolian both smiled and bowed slightly, saying in unison: "Xiaobi greets the gentleman. We are the maids of Miss Sima Ruyu. The young master, Miss Sima Ruyu has been waiting for you in the courtyard for a long time. Please come in and speak."

Seeing these two maids, Feng Jueyu understood everything. No wonder Sima Ruyu was particularly enthusiastic about him at Zhang Changling's birthday banquet; it was all because of these two maids.

He shook his head with a bitter smile and followed the two girls into the villa...

A gentle breeze blew, and the villa was filled with blooming flowers, a riot of colors and fragrances. It felt like a flower exhibition. Orchids, chrysanthemums, plums, and bamboo were all colorful and fragrant, making the courtyard a place of lingering beauty.

In the garden, there was a unique octagonal pavilion. Sima Ruyu was standing in the pavilion, admiring the flowers. Her slender and graceful figure, dressed in a green silk shirt and a pleated skirt, was draped in a light green gauze. Her shoulders were delicate, her waist slender, her skin smooth, and her aura delicate and fragrant. Butterflies fluttered around the pavilion, as if treating Sima Ruyu as a fairy among the flowers, dancing gracefully.