He Yunxiao didn't want to waste any more time arguing with this martial artist.
"I want to go in."
"Impossible," the Liu family warrior said decisively.
He Yunxiao really didn't want to show off, but he had no choice now. He said helplessly, "I am He Yunxiao, understand?"
The Liu family warrior asked in surprise, "The son of Marquis Wuqing?"
He Yunxiao patted his chest, "It is indeed me. Stop talking nonsense and let me in quickly."
The martial artist stopped him, saying, "Invitation."
He Yunxiao showed Chu Chu's invitation to him again.
The martial artist said, "I've seen it, it's fake."
He Yunxiao got angry: "Even if it's fake, I'm going in."
The martial artist stopped him, saying, "No."
He Yunxiao directly produced the Golden Feather Token given to him by the Empress Dowager, "Do you know what this is? The Golden Feather Token. Anyone with this token can go anywhere in the Imperial Palace. They can even go to the Emperor's bedchamber."
Patting the Liu family martial artist on the shoulder, He Yunxiao asked, "Still want to stop them?"
The martial artist was stunned.
He Yunxiao lifted his foot and walked inside.
The Liu family martial artist, with his eighth-grade cultivation, gritted his teeth and made one last attempt: "Young Master He, an invitation is required to participate in the Sword Trial Tournament."
He Yunxiao said without any preamble, "No, or why don't you come and hit me?"
"I wouldn't dare." The once arrogant Liu family warrior immediately cowered.
Putting aside strength, just considering the fact that he went to attack the eldest son of the Marquis's mansion, for a martial artist with no background and no strength to do such a thing, it can't be said that he was courting death, but it can only be said that he didn't want to live.
After all that, the best way to solve the problem isn't to try and reason with others, but to just flip the table.
When a problem cannot be solved, it doesn't need to be solved.
Invitations are meaningless; power is what truly matters.
He Yunxiao pulled Chu Chu along and they soon arrived at Liu Feiyun's place.
Liu Feiyun was shocked to see He Yunxiao.
He had meticulously checked each invitation sent out by the Liu family, trying his best to avoid inadvertently inviting government officials. Everyone in the martial arts world knew the true nature of the relationship between the martial arts world and the imperial court. It could be said that the farther one was from the capital, the farther one was from imperial power, the more carefree a martial arts practitioner would be. No one would deliberately seek to get close to the imperial court.
Therefore, most martial arts gatherings deliberately exclude officials from the imperial court. Why would anyone invite someone from the court to cause trouble unless they wanted to disrupt the event?
He Yunxiao is undoubtedly a "person in charge of the imperial court." It's common knowledge; there's no way to hide it.
Liu Feiyun was stunned.
How did He Yunxiao get here? Who gave him the invitation? There aren't any girls at this fencing place, so what is he doing here?
Oh, so he brought the girl himself. That's alright then.
"Brother Liu! Ah, it's been a long time!"
Upon seeing Liu Feiyun, He Yunxiao greeted her warmly.
Liu Feiyun is feeling very uncomfortable right now. He doesn't want He Yunxiao to come, but he can't get rid of He Yunxiao either.
He Yunxiao handed two packets of melon seeds to Liu Feiyun, said "You're welcome," and walked past Liu Feiyun straight into the main hall. It wasn't that he was looking forward to any sword-testing competition; he was mainly hungry.
The main hall is quite large, easily accommodating several hundred people standing in a line. It is filled with tables and chairs, numbering over a hundred, all single-person tables.
He Yunxiao saw that tea and cold dishes were placed on each small table. The main banquet had not yet started, and the wine and meat had not yet been served. Now was the perfect time to arrive.
Before he could take two steps, Liu Feiyun grabbed his arm.
Liu Feiyun wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said, "Brother He, Brother He, come here first."
He Yunxiao: "What's wrong? You want to see the invitation too?"
When Liu Feiyun saw that others were looking in their direction, he immediately became anxious.
"Brother He, this isn't about invitations, but... hey, come with me first."
Liu Feiyun pulled He Yunxiao along, and He Yunxiao pulled Chu Chu along. The three of them went to a shady, secluded spot behind the building.
Chu Chu was very impatient and said to Liu Feiyun, "Speak quickly if you have something to say."
Upon hearing Chu Chu's tone, Liu Feiyun was immediately taken aback. "Brother He, who is this...?"
He Yunxiao certainly wouldn't dare say that this was Chu Xiaoxiao. "She, she is my cousin, Zhang Lingrou."
Chu Chu looked at He Yunxiao with a strange expression.
He Yunxiao was also helpless. His social circle was too narrow, and he didn't know any decent female friends. Considering that they were of suitable age and status, the only one left after thinking about it was his cousin Zhang Lingrou.
Last time, Nan Zhu's wife used her once, and this time, her cousin Chu Chu will take her place for a while longer. Anyway, in Chu Chu's eyes, Zhang Ling Rou is Nan Zhu, and given that Chu Chu and Nan Zhu have a good relationship, Chu Chu probably won't refuse.
As expected, Chu Chu did not object.
Liu Feiyun, without suspecting anything, quickly got down to business, "Brother He, could you go somewhere else to play? Of course, I can't let you make things difficult. Just write an IOU to the Liu family for what you spent today, and I, Liu Feiyun, will make up for it all."
He Yunxiao isn't here to play around; he's here to sell gold and silver vouchers. What better place to sell gold and silver vouchers than a martial arts tournament?
"No, Brother Liu, what we martial artists look forward to most is the annual Sword Testing Tournament."
Liu Feiyun blushed with embarrassment. "Brother He, the Sword Testing Tournament is held every two years."
“That’s not important,” He Yunxiao waved his hand. “What’s important is that I want to participate in this rare grand event and compete with my fellow martial artists to make it a great occasion.”
Seeing He Yunxiao about to leave for the banquet, Liu Feiyun quickly stopped him, "Brother He, Brother He, listen to me. Brother He is the eldest son of a marquis, a member of the imperial court. It's not appropriate for you to attend the Jianghu Conference."
He Yunxiao patted Liu Feiyun on the shoulder, "Don't worry, I won't cause you any trouble. We'll just have a meal, play for a while, and then leave. I won't make a fuss."
Liu Feiyun couldn't control He Yunxiao. Hearing his promise, he had no confidence that he would keep his word, and his heart was pounding. "Brother He, you said it yourself, you'll leave after you finish eating."
He Yunxiao added, "We'll play for a while longer."
How do you play?
When it came to how to play, He Yunxiao immediately became interested. He took out a gold and silver voucher from his pocket, put his arm around Liu Feiyun's shoulder, and said, "Brother, have you ever heard of gold and silver vouchers? They're a great thing, much more useful than silver notes..."
Under He Yunxiao's "coercion and enticement," Liu Feiyun had no choice but to agree to discuss with his elders about Zuixianju supporting payments with gold and silver vouchers after returning home. Getting Zuixianju to support such a novel thing as gold and silver vouchers was not something Liu Feiyun could decide on his own.
Zuixianju's business encompasses a wide range of activities that are veritable money pits. If Zuixianju were to accept gold and silver vouchers, its revenue could probably rival that of half of the North Street commercial district.
This is a big order!
On the way back, Liu Feiyun repeatedly instructed He Yunxiao: "Brother He, you will sit in the second seat later. Keep your head down, eat more, and talk less."
The banquet was divided into four grades: Yuan, Jia, Yi, and Bing, with Bing being the lowest grade and the most inconspicuous seat.
To express his gratitude to Liu Feiyun for his generous support of the gold and silver vouchers, He Yunxiao readily agreed. He didn't care where he sat, as long as he ate well.
If the entire Liu family's business can support gold and silver vouchers, then there's really no need to promote gold and silver vouchers at this sword-testing tournament.
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