Immortality begins with the Swordsman.

Chapter 45 Feng Qingyang's Script

Feng Qingyang is gone.

They left in a hurry.

At this point, there was only one month left until the "Jade Maiden Peak Sword Competition".

He said he had important business to attend to and would definitely return before the sword competition.

But Gu Changfeng knew—he would never come back.

That evening, Gu Changfeng approached Daoist Zixiao and asked with a face full of curiosity:

"Master, what exactly did you and Uncle Cai write in your letter? Uncle Feng left without a single suspicion?"

Master Zixiao laughed and said, "Did you think the letter contained something very exciting or brilliant?"

"Isn't that right?" Gu Changfeng retorted. "I don't believe Uncle Feng is so easily fooled."

Master Zixiao shook his head and said, "Actually, it was just a very ordinary letter asking for help."

"Huh? That's it?" Gu Changfeng looked surprised.

Master Zixiao smiled slightly and briefly recounted the contents of the letter.

The general situation is as follows:

Although Xie Huaying was the betrothed wife of Ren Woxing, the leader of the Demonic Sect.

However, this marriage was entirely forced upon her by Ren Woxing through threats and coercion, threatening the lives of her entire family.

Now, Xie Huaying wants to escape Ren Woxing's clutches, so she risks writing a letter to Feng Qingyang for help.

"How about it? It makes sense, doesn't it?" Master Zixiao asked with a smile on his lips.

"Perfect!"

Gu Changfeng smiled and gave a thumbs up.

However, he couldn't help but mentally rant and rave.

Holy crap! This is way too cheesy!

"Uncle-Master Feng, how could he fall for this? I have reason to suspect he's gone mad from practicing his martial arts."

"You're the one who's gone crazy from practicing so much."

Master Zixiao glared at him and said, "The key to this matter is not whether you believe it or not, but the time. Our Mount Hua is more than 3,000 li away from Jiangnan. Even if we travel at full speed, it will take more than half a month to get there."

He paused slightly before continuing, "Now, the Jade Maiden Peak Sword Tournament is imminent, which is a major event concerning the future of the entire Huashan Sect."

Your Uncle Feng, on the surface, seems carefree and unrestrained, but in reality, he's indecisive. Seeing this letter, he's probably torn between wanting to go and fearing he'll miss the sword competition; this dilemma must be driving him crazy!

Gu Changfeng asked curiously, "So, in the end, Uncle Feng chose to go. Did he value beauty more than the sect?"

"Of course not!"

Master Zixiao smiled mysteriously and said, "Because your Uncle Cai specially prepared a Ferghana horse for him. A month is enough time for him to make a round trip."

Gu Changfeng frowned and said, "But what if he gets to Jiangnan, discovers it's a trap, and immediately turns back? Then you two would have wasted your time and would be left with nothing but empty eyes."

Master Zixiao raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a meaningful smile, and said leisurely, "We have found a very famous courtesan in Jiangnan. She looks seven parts like Xie Huaying, and she is also a talented singer and dancer. She should be able to keep your Uncle Feng in Jiangnan for a few more days."

Gu Changfeng frowned slightly and said, "What if Uncle Feng isn't attracted by beauty at all and insists on coming back?"

Master Zixiao's eyes narrowed, and he made a "kill" gesture: "Then we can only kill his Ferghana horse. Without it, how will he return from such a long journey?"

Gu Changfeng was stunned, and a scene immediately flashed through his mind:

Feng Qingyang arrived in Jiangnan, travel-worn, only to find that he had been deceived. He immediately turned around and prepared to return to Mount Hua.

At this moment, someone else told him:

—You're dead!

I wonder if Feng Qingyang will break down on the spot.

I feel sorry for Feng Qingyang for three seconds.

Gu Changfeng curled his lip and said, "You two are really despicable."

Therefore—

Feng Qingyang's storyline, in general... matches up!

After understanding the details, Gu Changfeng remained silent for a moment, then suddenly said, "Master, why don't you trick me into leaving too?"

"Did I trick you into leaving?"

Master Zixiao was taken aback, and was about to ask for the reason, but out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of the spring-like, dreamy expression on Gu Changfeng's face—

—A famous courtesan from Jiangnan! *slurp*

Master Zixiao's face darkened, and he silently got up to look for something.

"Master, what are you looking for?" Gu Changfeng asked subconsciously.

"snort!"

Zixiao Daoist took out the "Mysterious Iron Heavy Sword" from beside the bed, raised it and slashed at him, looking like he was determined to kill him.

Gu Changfeng was so frightened that he fled out the door in a flash, but he didn't back down and said fiercely:

"Hmph, you'll regret it if you don't trick me into joining you too..."

……

……

After winter sets in.

The weather in Huayin is getting colder and colder, and even the river has frozen over with a thin layer of ice.

Gu Changfeng has been extremely annoyed these past few days.

He underestimated the allure of the "Jade Bed" to the disciples of Mount Hua.

Because he had promised to let them use it during the day, "Ziqi Donglai Xuan" had been turned into a guesthouse for the past few days. When the disciples who had helped him came to say they wanted to experience it, he couldn't refuse.

"This can't go on! I don't even have time to use it myself."

This morning.

Su Qingxue happened to come out of the room and, seeing his worried look, teased him:

"What's wrong? Are you jealous that I get to sleep with your junior sister every day?"

"Uncle Su, I've always had a question: the Cold Jade Bed's effect lies in its unbearable cold. When you sleep on it, you have to use all your internal energy to resist it. Over time, it becomes a habit, and you continue to practice even in your dreams."

After Gu Changfeng finished speaking, he offered his own idea: "So, I just had a sudden thought... would sleeping on ice have the same effect?"

Su Qingxue laughed loudly upon hearing this: "Hahaha, you've come to the right person. When I was young, after learning about the Cold Jade Bed, I had the same idea."

She suppressed her smile and said, "Although it can't compare to the effects of the Jade Bed, the coldness emitted by the ice does indeed help with cultivating internal energy."

Gu Changfeng frowned and asked, "Then why haven't I seen you use it?"

Su Qingxue sighed and said, "Think about it again. Ice is only easy to obtain in winter, but winter is already cold, so whether there is ice or not doesn't really make a difference; when spring comes and the temperature rises, ice will really come in handy, but by then the ice will have melted and there will be no use for it."

Gu Changfeng remained calm and said indifferently, "Isn't that simple? Just dig a cellar to store ice, right?"

Su Qingxue pondered for a moment and said, "Your idea sounds good, but with so many disciples in our Huashan sect, if we all practiced like that, how many cellars would we have to dig, how much ice would we have to store? Just hiring people to do the work, do you know how much silver it would cost? Although our Qi Sect has some savings, we can't afford to go through that kind of ordeal!"

Gu Changfeng said seriously, "The most important thing is that the method is effective. What's a little money? We can't just give up because we're afraid of spending money, can we?"

He paused, his eyes serious: "And the only real expense is digging the cellar initially. Ice is an inexhaustible resource in winter. All things considered, it's a one-time investment with long-term benefits. Wouldn't we be missing out if we didn't do it sooner?"

At this point, his smile became even more sly: "Besides, aren't you elders just responsible for making money for us younger generations to squander?"

"So, Mr. Su, please approve the loan quickly, this young master is about to pull off a big heist!"