Gu Long's World: Starting with the Legend of Chu Liuxiang

Welcome to the world of Gu Long.

"The world you are currently in is 'The Sentimental Swordsman and the Ruthless Sword'."

As soon as Jiang Fengyue arrived, she collapsed onto the snow.

The snow is falling heavily and nonstop.

This is a small path at the foot of a mountain, and Jiang Fengyue is walking aimlessly forward.

What place is this?

After walking quite a distance, he saw a small bridge.

The snow on the small bridge was fresh and clean, with no trace of human footprints.

Jiang Fengyue left her footprints on the small bridge. After crossing the bridge, she saw a plum grove with three or five stone houses among the plum trees.

He heard faint voices coming from the plum grove. He followed the sound and saw an old man in tall clothes and a high hat directing two boys to wash the ice and snow off the trees.

"Check-in!"

"Signing in as Mr. Mei is successful. You have obtained the item 'Along the River During the Qingming Festival,' which has been stored in your system space and can be retrieved at any time."

Jiang Fengyue suddenly realized what this place was, but why was the reward for signing in to Mr. Mei a painting?

He frowned, realizing the purpose of the painting. At this moment, Li Xunhuan was probably already deeply poisoned by the Mei Family's Cold Chicken Powder.

Jiang Fengyue stepped forward and said loudly, "Doesn't Mr. Mei know that even after the trees are washed, snow will still fall on them, and water hanging on the trees will still freeze immediately?"

Mr. Mei was startled to see the person who had suddenly appeared and exclaimed, "Who are you? What are you doing here?"

Jiang Fengyue smiled and said, "I am Jiang Fengyue, and I have come to seek the antidote for the Cold Chicken Powder."

Mr. Mei scrutinized Jiang Fengyue carefully, then asked doubtfully, "How come I can't tell you've been poisoned by the Cold Chicken Powder?"

Jiang Fengyue said, "It's because the person who was poisoned is not me, but my friend. I've come to ask for an antidote for him."

Hearing that Jiang Fengyue needed something, Master Mei felt emboldened and said loudly, "We are complete strangers, why should I give you the antidote?"

Jiang Fengyue smiled and said, "Since you have something to ask of me, I naturally won't come empty-handed."

Mr. Mei said, "What did you bring? It's easy to prepare the Cold Chicken Powder, but it's very troublesome to prepare the antidote. If you can't come up with something that satisfies me, please leave."

Jiang Fengyue reached into his robes with his left hand and said, "I heard that Mr. Mei is fond of calligraphy and painting, so I brought a painting with me."

Upon hearing the word "painting," Mr. Mei's eyes lit up with joy, and he asked, "What kind of painting?"

Jiang Fengyue took out the painting from her bosom, slowly unfolded it, and said, word by word, "Along the River During the Qingming Festival".

Upon hearing the name, Mr. Mei was instantly agitated. After seeing the complete "Along the River During the Qingming Festival," he exclaimed in surprise, "An authentic work! This is an authentic work!"

Jiang Fengyue smiled and said, "I wonder if this painting can replace the antidote for the Cold Chicken Powder?"

Mr. Mei was overjoyed and said with a fawning smile, "Don't even mention the antidote for the Cold Chicken Powder. Even if you asked me to exchange all the poisons and antidotes in the Mei family for this painting, I would be willing."

After saying that, Mr. Mei rushed into the house and began searching everywhere.

A short while later, he came out smiling and handed Jiang Fengyue a small bottle.

He smiled and said, "The antidote has already been given to you, young master. As for this painting…"

Jiang Fengyue closed the Qingming Scroll in her hand and handed it to Mr. Mei.

Mr. Mei took the painting, unfolded it, and examined it carefully, looking at it from left to right, and he was extremely fond of it.

Seeing that Jiang Fengyue hadn't left yet, he closed the painting again and hid it behind his back, as if he didn't believe that Jiang Fengyue could hand over the Qingming Scroll to him so easily.

Mr. Mei said loudly, "The painting has already been sent; you can't go back on your word."

Jiang Fengyue was both amused and exasperated, saying, "Although this painting is precious, in my eyes, it is far less valuable than the antidote given by Master Mei."

Mr. Mei, his eyes wide with anger, retorted, "Don't you think that saying that is an insult to this painting?"

Jiang Fengyue said, "The most precious paintings and calligraphy in the world can only be hung on the wall for appreciation, but the antidote for poison can be used to save lives."

As he spoke, the other person walked out. When he reached the door, he continued, "I am in a hurry to save my friend, so I will take my leave now. If I have time later, I will come to bother Mr. Mei again."

Mr. Mei stood there, stunned, and murmured, "No matter when you come, I will always treat you to a drink."

Jiang Fengyue waved her hand and said, "Goodbye."

……

Niujiazhuang is a very prosperous town. Before it was completely dark, Jiang Fengyue easily found out about the place.

A prosperous town will naturally have wine shops.

Jiang Fengyue had already arrived in front of the wine shop.

The huge liquor store was now empty except for three people, who were pouring wine into their mouths one cup after another.

A man dressed in a pale blue robe, a burly man with a bushy beard, and another man who looked like he was about to die.

"Check-in!"

"Signing in with Mr. Mei Er successfully grants the ability to drink a thousand cups without getting drunk."

"Sign in successfully to obtain Iron Shirt martial art."

"Sign in as Li Xunhuan successfully and obtain the special skill Little Li Flying Dagger."

To Jiang Fengyue's delight, the ability to drink a thousand cups without getting drunk, which he had just lost, returned to him. Iron Shirt was also very useful for him, who was new to this world.

As for Little Li's Flying Dagger, this kind of martial art, which operates on the level of causality, can definitely kill the opponent as long as there is an opportunity to use it.

Tie Chuanjia looked at Mr. Mei and asked, moved, "Do you really have a way to cure his illness?"

Mr. Mei said proudly, "No one in the world can cure his illness except Mr. Mei himself."

Jiang Fengyue walked into the wine shop and interrupted, "Who said that? I have a way to cure this disease."

Mr. Mei was slightly surprised to see that someone still dared to enter the wine shop.

Upon hearing Jiang Fengyue's words, Tie Chuanjia felt that he was there to cause trouble and stood up, ready to make a move.

Li Xunhuan stopped him, saying weakly, "I don't want to care about anything right now, I just want to drink quietly."

Tie Chuanjia could ignore what others said, but he absolutely had to listen to what Li Xunhuan said.

He had no choice but to sit down again, though his eyes were still glaring fiercely at Jiang Fengyue.

Mr. Mei laughed loudly, "Young master, you say you can cure this illness, but can you even tell what kind of illness it is?"

Jiang Fengyue said coldly, "This is not an illness at all; he was just poisoned by the Cold Chicken Powder."

Mr. Mei exclaimed in surprise, "It seems you're not an amateur after all."

After a moment, he smiled arrogantly and said, "Even if you can tell what kind of poison he has been poisoned with, there is nothing you can do about it. Apart from me, 'Master Mei the Wonderful Doctor,' no one can concoct Cold Chicken Powder."

Tie Chuanjia murmured in Li Xunhuan's ear, "So he is the 'Wonderful Doctor' among the 'Seven Wonderful Men,' and he is the one who concocted the poison. If he can concoct the poison, he can naturally cure it. Young master, you are saved."

Mr. Mei smiled and said, "Please come with me."

Jiang Fengyue said calmly, "No need for such trouble, the antidote for the Cold Chicken Powder is right here."

Mr. Mei said, "How can that be...?"

Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Fengyue had already handed a small bottle to Li Xunhuan.

Li Xunhuan opened the bottle, and a faint fragrance of medicine wafted out.

Mr. Mei smelled the medicinal aroma, stared at Jiang Fengyue, and exclaimed in surprise, "How do you have the antidote for Cold Chicken Powder?!"