No one in Emperor Wu City dared to go out of the city, Xu Fengnian did not have an inch, his fingers were slightly bent many times, and he dragged a few weapons to sweep away in the air, like the elm pod sword nailed into the ground a few feet in front of Zhou Mu, the big spear dragon around the beam was obliquely inserted in front of a spear master, and a red short knife with a slender waist swept away the city and fell into the hands of a swordsman, scattered, and more than a dozen sharp weapons had a new owner.
After a short period of shock, these dozen or so people all hugged their fists outside the city without exception to show their gratitude.
This is not only a gift that is pleased with Xu Fengnian, but also a kind of grace of acquaintance.
Among the crowd, a nameless emaciated young man was the most eye-catching, he actually got the big frost long knife that was returned to the sheath, after being given the knife, the young man couldn't control the heavy famous knife like a living creature for a while, and was dragged away by the knife for dozens of steps, and then fell to the ground, then hugged the frost knife tightly, grinning and smirking.
No one else can laugh, the boy was born in the city, his father and mother are a pair of top killers who retired to the rivers and lakes, died in a bloody attack a few years ago, the young man ran out of the city with a knife on his shoulder, and said that in the future, you will follow the gods and you will mix, as long as he is willing to teach him to practice knives, he Lu Yunchang is willing to die.
Xu Fengnian asked for three spacious carriages, one of which was an old spy who had been dormant in Emperor Wu City for many years, surfaced and drove the first carriage.
Lu Yunchang has been messing around with the three sects and nine streams in Emperor Wu City since he was a child, he is proficient in everything, he is in charge of the second car, and after Wang Shengdian, an apprentice who learned to drive a car in a so-so way, Xu Fengnian sat beside her and continued to tell her some important things about martial arts.
In addition to the carriage, the old spy had to take care of six additional horses, which were too heavy to imagine and required frequent horse changes.
Four people, three carts and twelve horses, plus more than 400 weapons, sailed out of the East China Sea in this way, and then along the southern edge of the Gyeonggi Ping Domain, around a small arc that seemed to be nothing, when the team reached the top of the arc, Xu Fengnian stood on the top of a mountain near a lonely city pass, and watched the southern scenery for a long time.
Wang Sheng and Lu Yunchang two peers have not been on the right path, Wang Sheng is not used to Lu Yunchang's hippie smiling face, and he is not upright in front of her master, Lu Yunchang does not like the pedantry of this sturdy "young man", the two of them are on the tip of the needle, as long as they meet, they have to fight non-stop, but what Lu Yunchang is most afraid of is not the fairy figure who gave the knife, in the eyes of the smart young man, since he is the master of the land fairy, he naturally will not care about anything.
But the old guy who always likes to whisper to horses, Lu Yunchang, whose surname is smooth, is so scared to death, very simple, the old man is a very powerful man in Emperor Wu City, and it is rumored that he sleeps in the gold and silver mountains, and even the groom has borrowed silver from the old man surnamed Liu, nicknamed "oil seller".
When Xu Fengnian stood at the highest place and looked south, not far away, Wang Sheng not far away not only wore the wooden sword on his waist, but also carried the red sandalwood sword box, and even used the rope to tie up four city-headed swords, which were silverfish thin swords, the three-inch sword "Dogwood" cast by Cao Ye, the Confucian saint of the Old Northern Han Dynasty, the runic sword "Wild Crane" of Daomen Sanxian Huang Cishan, and the long sword "Title Bead" that once pierced the abdomen of the Dongyue Emperor.
The sword qi was awe-inspiring and cold, penetrating into the skin, freezing Wang Sheng's lips purple, the master didn't say why she suffered this crime, but just told her that she would have to carry an extra sword before half a decade.
In comparison, Lu Yunchang is too relaxed and comfortable, carrying the big frost long knife all day long, as if he has married a daughter-in-law, and he has to be held in his arms when he sleeps, and at this moment he came to Wang Sheng's side, the young man is immersed in many habits of the rivers and lakes, and he also knows that he pays attention to seniority in the sect, although he is a little guilty of Wang Sheng, but he doesn't want to have a stiff relationship with this immortal's apprentice.
Lu Yunchang asked in a low voice, "Wang Mutou, what is our master looking at?"
Wang Sheng's lips pursed tightly, just staring at the silhouette of his master, unwilling to deal with the young man beside him.
Lu Yunchang was accustomed to being ignored by this elm pimple, and asked tirelessly: "Do you know who the old swordsman in the green shirt was before, no, let me tell you, the identity is amazing, his name is Chai Qingshan, he is the old sword immortal of Dongyue Sword Pool, the master of Guangling Dao, he has been a guest for Zhao Yi, and Song Nianqing, the sect master of the sword pool, has to call him uncle, otherwise our master will return the four swords including the strange grass to him Of course, it is not that our master is afraid of him Chai Qingshan, this is the knowledge of human feelings between the heroes of the rivers and lakes, Wang Mutou, you learn a little." ” Wang Sheng finally couldn't help but turn his head and glare: "Don't take a bite of our master, my master has never recognized you as an apprentice."
Lu Yunchang stretched out his hand and patted the scabbard of "Dashuang", and said: "Speak with a conscience, where can I find such a talented disciple as me, look at you, you have so many swords on your back, and together you are not as famous as my sword." ” Wang Sheng simply didn't talk nonsense with him.
The old spy surnamed Liu probably had enough of chattering with the horse, walked up to the two children, squatted down, grabbed a handful of soil and pinched it in the palm of his hand, and sniffed it.
One thing descends one thing, Lu Yunchang was suddenly silent, and he took the initiative to sew his mouth shut.
Wang Sheng is not afraid of this taciturn old-timer, but he can't afford to be close.
The old man did not deliberately intersect with the two children who were destined to never intersect in their lives, but deep down they really envied these two lucky babies, and they may not know how big this opportunity is for the time being.
The most powerful vassal king of the Liyang Dynasty, the king of Northern Liang. is even a martial artist who killed Wang Xianzhi with his own hands.
The old man sighed in a low voice for no reason: "If you sit in the glass screen, the four cloths are still windy."
Over the years, it has been really difficult for the eldest son of our general. ” Wang Sheng didn't hear what the old man was muttering, Lu Yun's ears were sharp, and he couldn't help but squat down and ask, "Old man Liu, what are you talking about?"
The old man turned to rub his hands on the dirt, looked into the distance, and said lukewarmly: "The encounter is the most coincidental, and the most difficult to understand."
Boy, remember to cherish the blessings, you can't find a few copies of your good luck in the world. ” Lu Yunchang was silent, sat cross-legged, carried the long knife of Dashuang on his shoulders, put his hands on the scabbard at will, and his eyes were resolute.
After that, he went straight to the northwest, no one dared to touch this big mold along the way, many local first-class Jianghu sect bosses took the initiative to escort the three carriages, at most they stood respectfully on the side of the road, and when they saw the young feudal queen on the carriage, they hugged their fists, regardless of whether the number of years was old or not, they all did enough Jianghu etiquette as a junior, and only a familiar face.
When the carriage drove into Hezhou, Wang Sheng had already tied eight swords to his body, like a hedgehog, which was quite funny.
Today, Xu Fengnian sat in the carriage of the spy surnamed Liu, chatting about the Spring and Autumn War, his real name has been abandoned for half a lifetime, and he looked at the northwest wind that was already very unfamiliar, and laughed softly: "They are already three dustpans of loess with two dustpans pressed on their bodies, I really didn't expect to come back alive and smell the smell of wind and sand here."
When you are older, even if you can dream about this side, the old people and old things become vague. ” Xu Fengnian said calmly: "The side of Emperor Wu City is no longer the center of gravity of the Southeast Spy, and then Beimang will soon invade the south, and you are needed even more here." ” The old man nodded and said, "Take 10,000 steps back and say, as long as you can die here, it's better than anything else." ” Xu Fengnian said with a smile: "Master often mentioned you when he was alive. ” The old man sighed: "There are many green mountains and green waters in the southeast, although it is hot but cold, but in the northwest, the weather is cold, but it is not cold." ” Xu Fengnian smiled: "No wonder Master always says that you like to drop your book bag, and privately calls you a sour seller." ” The old man was stunned for a moment and laughed.
The old man suddenly looked solemn, Xu Fengnian waved his hand and said, "You keep walking, don't wait for me." ” A thin old man appeared on the post road, empty-handed, but the weight of the sword intent was so heavy that he almost re-entered Li Chungang, a land immortal.
Xu Fengnian got out of the carriage and walked slowly, and the three carriages passed by the inconspicuous old man.
When Xu Fengnian walked to the distance between the two about ten zhang, the old man took the initiative to take a step back, intentionally or unintentionally, and Xu Fengnian also stopped.
Xu Fengnian opened his mouth and asked, "The tomb owner didn't bring a sword."
The old man with a calm expression didn't speak, just stared at the young man who was turning the rivers and lakes into the rivers and lakes.
The old man finally said slowly, "You're going downhill. ” Xu Fengnian said indifferently: "It is a reasonable thing."
The owner of the mound deserves to have picked a good place and a good time. ” The old man smiled: "Have you picked a good opponent?"
Xu Fengnian was speechless, and there was a sneer on the corner of his mouth.
Wu Family Sword Mound, the contemporary head of the family, the real owner of the world's famous sword second Suwang Sword, Wu Jian.
An old man who has almost never competed with a master outside the dry mound in his life, but has become a well-deserved master of kendo.
Really counted, Xu Fengnian and the old man are still related, but when the mother gave up the identity of the sword crown and violated the rules of the Wu clan, the face of the sword maid's aunt was marked with countless sword qi, so she had to be covered with armor.
Xu Fengnian told this mother that he liked to go to Sword Mound Mountain year after year to count swords, wash swords and sharpen swords, and he didn't have the slightest good impression.
Li Chungang once went to the sword mound to obtain a sword Trojan horse cow.
Deng Tai'a is the illegitimate son of the Wu family, and he also fended for himself on Sword Mountain, and finally set up his own door, raised a flying sword by himself, and became a peach blossom sword god.
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The two generations of swordsmen in the world have not been able to bypass the dry mound where countless famous swordsmen have been buried.
Maybe because Li Chungang is in front and Deng Tai'a is behind, the old man on the post road can't be called the first person in swordsmanship, but there are definitely few people who can take it lightly.
In the past, only Wang Xianzhi could.
Xu Fengnian, who was better than Wang Xianzhi at the beginning, can naturally do it, but he can't do it now.
The old man was introverted, without the slightest master's demeanor, smiling, as if he was chatting with the younger generation, and asked with a pleasant face: "You asked me why I didn't come with a sword" Xu Fengnian frowned, and was quickly relieved.
The old man finally took a step forward.
The person is the sword.
It doesn't matter if there is a vegetarian king sword Access: