Questions and Answers, Differences in Temperament

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Xiahou Xuan and Huangfu Xiong had known each other since they were seven. He had seen him throw punches and heard him curse while drunk, but he had never seen the guy speak so nicely while criticizing others. Xiahou Xuan raised an eyebrow slightly, looking at his friend with surprise.

Like a cub tiger at the foot of the mountain, sharpening its teeth, waiting to slaughter?

This meant, broken down, that although you are a fierce tiger, you haven't grown yet. Your teeth aren't sharp and your claws aren't pointed; you haven't drawn blood yet.

In Jianghu slang, it means, "Kid, you're still too green. When you say something like that, you should raise the corners of your eyes, add a disdainful and arrogant look, and click your tongue a couple of times. That's how it should be said. Saying it so eloquently completely lacks the rough spirit of the Jianghu."

Wang Anfeng, standing nearby, didn't understand Xiahou Xuan's thoughts but could sense the goodwill from Huangfu Xiong and the others. He smiled and replied, "Indeed, I've had some encounters and figured some things out, that's all." Xue Thirteen smiled slightly and was about to reply when a bell suddenly rang out. Its continuous, lingering resonance echoed through Willow Catkin Villa, stopping his intended words. He simply changed tack and said:

"It seems the time has come. The arena should be set up. Everyone, let's talk as we walk."

Xiahou Xuan nodded slightly, but then glanced at Wang Anfeng. He closed his folding fan and tapped it on his forehead, laughing with a hint of a headache, "But before that, we need to get this kid a change of clothes." Xue Thirteen looked at Wang Anfeng's attire and also sighed, nodding slightly.

Wang Anfeng was slightly stunned. He looked at his somewhat dirty and messy clothes, his face flushing slightly. He scratched his head and explained:

"This... something happened on the road just now, and I got some mud on me."

Xiahou Xuan pouted. With a snap, his folding fan lightly tapped Wang Anfeng's forehead without any politeness, saying:

"Even if they were clean, it wouldn't do."

Wang Anfeng frowned slightly and asked, "Why not?"

Xiahou Xuan merely curled his lips and looked away, not bothering to answer, waiting for him to beg for an explanation. But at this moment, Huangfu Xiong, standing beside them, chuckled and spoke again, explaining:

"No one is superior or inferior, but Anfeng, you seem to have forgotten where we are."

He paused slightly, then pointed with two fingers towards the foot of the mountain. From this vantage point, one could see the bustling prosperity of the distant county town, like being in the clouds, which inevitably broadened one's horizons. Wang Anfeng pondered this. It was then that Huangfu Xiong smiled slightly and said:

"This is the Phoenix Banquet, a platform that martial artists under fifteen in Wangxian County dream of to showcase themselves. Martial artists inevitably consume meat and take elixirs, and a decent set of clothes is less valuable than a day's worth of elixirs. Every young martial artist in this thousand-mile Wangxian County strives their utmost for this day, showing utter devotion. If you come in casual wear, without even donning a proper martial artist's outfit, isn't that too flippant?"

"And what about those devoted martial artists who couldn't come? Perhaps you don't have that intention, but they don't know your inner thoughts. Ask yourself, if you poured your heart into something you love, only to be treated with disrespect by others, how would you feel?"

Wang Anfeng opened his mouth. He truly felt that he had overlooked this point. After a series of events, he had actually forgotten his father's teachings, almost becoming that kind of arrogant and spoiled person. He sighed inwardly:

"A gentleman is cautious even when alone, it is indeed true."

But before he could speak, Huangfu Xiong slowly continued:

"Tsk tsk tsk, with your appearance, before you even speak, you've already offended seventy to eighty percent of the martial artists in the audience. Your chances of losing have immediately increased by thirty percent. Unwise, unwise."

Wang Anfeng was slightly stunned and looked at Huangfu Xiong in surprise. Xiahou Xuan, standing beside him, coldly sneered:

"Idiot. You can only see the words of victory and defeat."

"Looking at him, this must be his debut in the Jianghu today. He should seize the momentum and make a significant mark among his peers in Wangxian County. It must be taken seriously."

"Besides, there are plenty of fools in this world who judge by appearance. They'll inevitably bother you about your clothes. Changing them can shut their stinky mouths. Why not do it?"

Wang Anfeng was stunned again. Meanwhile, Xue Thirteen stopped and said with a smile:

"You two wait here for a moment. I've also brought some clothes for this trip to Wangxian. I have a few unworn items that I can give to young brother Wang. Anfeng, come with me."

"...Mm, thank you, Brother Xue."

Wang Anfeng was slightly taken aback. At this point, all he could do was cup his fist in thanks and follow Xue Thirteen. After the two figures disappeared from sight, Xiahou Xuan turned and scrutinized Huangfu Xiong from head to toe, sneering:

"Don't talk about others. Your demeanor, drunk before battle, is quite flippant. What about those young martial artists in Wangxian County that you've put them in?"

Huangfu Xiong stamped his foot on the mountain rock and replied with a hint of drunkenness:

"Where have I put them? Hahaha, I'm on the mountain peak now, so they're naturally beneath my feet."

Xiahou Xuan heard the implied meaning and said:

"As expected, arrogant!"

Xiahou Xuan tilted his head, his manner leisurely, and said:

"So what if I'm arrogant? So what if I'm indulgent?"

"Good! Then may I ask why the arrogant Huangfu is so concerned about someone he just met?"

A clear shout rang out. Huangfu Xiong's body trembled, and the hint of drunkenness vanished instantly. Before his mind could even catch up, Xiahou Xuan, with a cold sneer, approached him and said:

"Speak, what went wrong in your head? Huangfu the Great Young Master, who is as stingy with words as he is with wine and fists, when did you start explaining things to others repeatedly?"

And undermining me!

"Uh... this, after all, he's someone Xue Thirteen approves of... I, I think highly of him."

"Bullshit. Before you left home, you couldn't even be bothered to acknowledge his brother, let alone Wang Anfeng?"

Huangfu Xiong opened his mouth, unable to explain. He glanced at the sneering Xiahou Xuan and sighed in defeat, "Is it that obvious?"

"Blatantly obvious."

Hearing this, Huangfu Xiong resigned himself to it and sighed again, his face etched with worry. He explained with a troubled expression:

"Look, Xue Thirteen said Wang Anfeng has a good pot of wine, and if he shared some with him, they could fight from morning till night, right?"

"I just wanted to see if I could get my hands on some."

Xiahou Xuan was slightly taken aback. He looked at his friend and slowly nodded.

"Indeed... the chance to spar with Xue Thirteen is rare. His skills are well-rounded, yet he's not like those seniors who offer no hope at all. Fighting him can better reflect your own learning. If you can spar with him for an hour, your fist techniques will surely reach new heights. If you spar for three hours, your cultivation will definitely break through."

"This way you can surpass your elder brother's achievements back then. Not bad."

Huangfu Xiong rolled his eyes and looked at Xiahou Xuan, who seemed to have a sudden realization, as if he were looking at an idiot. He said:

"Get lost. Who wants to fight him?"

"This kind of good wine, of course I'm drinking it myself... I'll drink it in front of Xue Thirteen, let him watch me drink."

"I can't beat him, but I can make him so jealous he dies!"