Emperor Wudi City in the East China Sea, since the young man surnamed Jiang is not here to fight the tide and temper his physique, there is no backbone here, Xun has become the most ordinary city from the holy land of rivers and lakes that everyone yearns for, there is no Wang Xianzhi, the white-clothed old man who looks down on the world, there is no Cao Changqing who sits alone on a high-rise building to watch the battle, there is no Deng Tai'a who rides a donkey and carries a peach branch, there is no Sui Xiegu who slowly enters the city with a sword, there is no Yu groom Lin Yao and others, and there is no King Beiliang who walked up to the city with a bowl back then, and there is no Emperor Wudi City of Emperor Wu, Banal and boring.
Although there have not been any officials and soldiers stationed in Emperor Wu City, the people in the city understand that it is a matter of time or time, so in the early years, those demons who were wanted by the government and lived in seclusion here, those martial artists who hid from their enemies and lived here, and those famous people who washed their hands of gold and did not want to pay attention to disputes, left this city in the East China Sea one after another.
At the head of the city, a slender figure suddenly appeared at the head of the city.
Not far away, the tide rushed like thousands of troops and horses, and suddenly slapped the head of the city, instantly obscuring this figure.
The next moment, the figure was gone, perhaps swept away by the waves.
But when the tide receded, a figure appeared at the head of the city, and unlike the former, who came and went in a hurry, the man did not disappear immediately, but he was plainly dressed, plain-looking, with a stubble on his face, and some tears in his boots.
It's just that in front of this inconspicuous middle-aged uncle, a three-foot sword hovered, trembling like a mosquito and a fly's wings.
The dusty man stopped his sword and looked around, his eyes were sharp, like the sharpest sword in the world.
A flying sword for a hundred miles, from Qintianjian in Tai'an City to Liaodong Snow Mountain, and then from Liaodong to Liaoxi, and from Liaoxi back to the land of Gyeonggi, all the way south, until this place.
The man stretched out his hand and rubbed his chin, "Xie Guanying, your ability to run away is really the best in the world, but if you have the ability, you can run to the South China Sea in one go." ” After about a stick of incense burned to a height of more than an inch, the man sneered: "I found you" The hovering psychic flying sword was like an edict, ahead of its master, and disappeared in a flash.
Not long before this, because of the point of eating, in front of a steamed bun shop where the business was slowly deserted, a child who was nicknamed a dog by a green-robed girl was staring at a poor sour reader with frosty white temples, whose real name was Gou Youfang, looked up at the shy poor bastard in the bag, and looked down at the last basket of xiaolongbao that could not be sold for copper coins, the child's eyes went back and forth between the two, and the grandfather next to him was already cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks on the table.
In the end, the old man has been begging for most of his life in Emperor Wu City, and he doesn't care about it, to be honest, in Emperor Wu City, there are so many strange things and strange people that it is surprising to encounter a normal one.
The old man has seen too many strange guests, those who think that there are too many steamed buns and meat and are unwilling to pay, there are also those who think that the steamed buns are not sweet, and those who have no money in their pockets, so they throw their swords and knives on the table and fly away, and there are also those who eat xiaolongbao that are not worth a few pennies, shouting how many kinds of delicacies and seas they have tasted back then, and there are also those who pretend to take out a broken secret book from their arms to exchange for a cage of steamed buns, and there are even those who claim to be Cao Changqing is Deng Tai'a Who is so unwilling to pay for the bill, there are too many.
The child asked, "Do you want to eat xiaolongbao?"
The poor sour scribe, who was ragged but clean, was expressionless.
The child asked again: "No money" The scribe just stared at the child.
The child is not the kind of person who falls into the well, although he has no father and no mother since he was a child and lives a poor life with his grandfather, but the family education is excellent, so even if the poor scribe in front of him clearly wants to eat white food, but the child still has no bad words, just hesitates whether to give him xiaolongbao, after all, sending a basket of steamed buns is not a big deal, but I am afraid that after that guy eats the steamed buns, he will rely on himself and grandpa, remember that the guy named Jiang Axe Ding, used to live in the city and often came here to patronize, I once said a truth about the rise of rice and the fight of rice.
Just when the child was about to give away a basket of steamed buns for nothing, the poor scribe suddenly opened his mouth and asked hoarsely, "What's your last name?"
The child suddenly got a little tired, alas, since he beat him to help Grandpa with chores, those who keep saying that they are martial arts wizards, there are not ten but there are eight, so the child subconsciously said angrily: "This steamed bun can be given to you, but I don't practice martial arts." ” The child suddenly remembered that the elderly guy in front of him was not like the martial arts man who fought and killed, but more like Mr.
Teaching, so the child quickly added, "I don't go to private school either." ” The poor stranger asked again and again with an expressionless face: "What is the surname and what is it?"
The child subconsciously took two steps back, with some fear and awe from the bottom of his heart.
The middle-aged scribe standing in front of the child frowned, and when he raised his hand, the child saw that the person was holding a small half broken bowl in his hand, and in front of the child, he tore off the fragments the size of fingernails, threw them into his mouth, and chewed them.
The child was dumbfounded, this man was so hungry that he couldn't go crazy When the child finally came back to his senses, he suddenly turned pale with fright, only to see that near himself, Grandpa seemed to have cast a talisman on the immortal, and always maintained the posture of bending over to wipe the table, not only Grandpa, but the pedestrians on the street were also stationary, some people raised their feet to move forward, but that step was not able to step down, there was still half a foot high from the ground, some people felt that the spring cold was really difficult, and wanted to use jumping and stomping to drive away the cold, so the whole person was suspended in the air, someone was gagging with friends walking side by side, turning his head with a bright smile, It was so solidified that all this was out of the limit of the child's imagination, his hands trembled, and he didn't hold the cage of buns for a while, but when the small bamboo cage fell to the ground, it was suddenly a scene of shaking the sky, in the child's sight, grandpa, the table, pedestrians, and the street were shaking violently, and the child was dizzy for a while.
The middle-aged scribe took a few steps forward, bent down to pick up the steamed bun, and stood side by side with the child, and the child saw that in the silence of heaven and earth, only a sword came slowly.
The man said hoarsely: "My name is Xie Guanying, and you will be my only disciple in the future." ” The man took out the other half of the broken bowl from his arms, which was relatively much more complete, and put it in the child's hand, and then suddenly pressed a hand on the child's head, and said indifferently: "Hong Xixiang doesn't want to do the right thing for the sky and be a person who is tired of beating Xu Fengnian, what about me, I want to do it but can't do it." ” The man looked up at the sky, pressed the hand on the top of the child's head and slightly increased the force, and suddenly the mist rose, and the fairy aura was swirling, and finally condensed and formed at about three feet, which was a map of the situation of mountains and rivers with thousands of weather, and there were dragons hidden in the mountains and rivers.
There are gods in the head.
The down-and-out man retracted his gaze, looked at the flying sword that broke free from the shackles of the Heavenly Dao, and said regretfully: "It turns out that the thousand-year-old immortality is a step further than Lu Zu's, but in the end it is just a joke.
Accepting you as an apprentice is a last resort.
That's it, the literati in the temples and halls in this world have their own fixed numbers, and it is time for the Jianghu warriors to have an ending, I will be the first, Cao Changqing is the second, as for who is the last, I hope it will be you.
Remember, when you meet someone named Yu Dilong in the future, don't show mercy to your subordinates.
It's just that in the future, don't think about it, retreat to the second, and try to make yourself famous in history. ” After saying this, the man disappeared.
The ruddy-faced child looked around blankly, Grandpa began to continue wiping the tabletop, the pedestrians on the road continued to move forward, and the world continued to be lively.
And the flying sword disappeared with it.
The child looked down, only the half broken white bowl in his hand clearly told himself that what happened to Fang Cai was not a pipe dream, and the child murmured: "My name is Gou Youfang." ” Hear a hello.
The child suddenly looked up and saw an ordinary-looking middle-aged uncle, who smiled and asked, "Is there anything else to eat in the shop?"
Gou Youfang hurriedly turned around and hid the broken bowl in his arms, "This guest officer, our shop's signature xiaolongbao is gone, and the wonton noodles are still there." ” The middle-aged uncle, who didn't look amazing, didn't seem to care about a child and half a broken bowl at all, but just grinned and said: "Then come to a bowl of wontons, add a plate of spicy oil, how spicy it is." ” The child smiled and said, "Okay, our family's chili oil can't even be eaten by the guests in Shudi, so I'm afraid that the guest will ask us for cold water when the time comes." ” The uncle's face suddenly became embarrassed, "Little Er." ” The clever child took the lead in stealing the conversation, "just keep it on the account" The uncle is still a little embarrassed, "It's best to be able to keep accounts, but I'm in a hurry, and I may not be able to return here in a few years, which is troublesome." ” The child smiled: "Don't worry, our shop has been doing business in the city for 30 years since Grandpa, as long as the guest officer has the heart, let alone a few years late, it's okay to be ten years late, of course, the guest officer really forgets it, just a bowl of wontons." ” The child was not such a poor and generous person, but he inexplicably met a strange person who called himself Xie Guanying, and the ghost sent God to be that person's apprentice.
The uncle glanced at the child a few times, and suddenly reached out and pinched the child's shoulder and arm a few times, sighed, and said: "The surname Xie does have some luck, could it be that he can also pick up the leak if it is not so, even my Deng Tai'a will be able to open his eyes." ” The uncle squinted his eyes and said, "Little brother, I look at your bones and bones."
The corner of the child's mouth twitched, and he said helplessly: "Guest officer, I really don't practice martial arts, don't accept me as an apprentice, just a bowl of wontons, Grandpa, this guest officer wants a bowl of wontons."
Grandpa over there answered and went to work.
The uncle waved his hand and said: "Don't worry, I have an apprentice, that kid is jealous, if he knows, it is indispensable to be blinded by him, but I don't have the habit of eating people's white food, the surname Xie will exchange half a bowl for you a basket of steamed buns, then I Deng Tai'a will use a box of new swords to exchange you for a bowl of wontons." ” After saying this, the uncle couldn't help but take out a small wooden box, the ordinary white wood texture, at first glance, it is not a precious thing, and the value of the objects in it is even more obvious.
The middle-aged man obviously looked a little embarrassed, the sword box that was given to His Royal Highness the Prince back then was a high-grade red sandalwood from the Wu family's sword mound, and when he wandered the rivers and lakes by himself, where would he go to make money It's just that the sword box is very different, and the few pocket flying swords hidden in the box have definitely not dropped in price.
Deng Tai'a threw the wooden box to the child, "Little brother, your strength is actually enough, the things in the small box, play more when you have time, and the doorway must be able to figure out soon." ” How sharp the flying sword is, and Deng Tai'a moves a little, he will open the box and move, and he will definitely drink blood to recognize the master as soon as possible.
Ordinary martial artists, without the unique "strength" that children contain, even if the blood of the whole body is poured into the sword body, it will not be moved.
Deng Tai'a did not rush to chase Xie Guanying, but sat leisurely at the table and waited for the bowl of wontons.
When the wontons were served, the child plucked up the courage and asked cautiously: "Senior, I thought about it just now and thought that you are actually the Peach Blossom Sword God, right?"
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Deng Tai'a was not the slightest surprised, nodded and said: "The surname Xie made such a big move, I guess you also saw my flying sword entering the city, so you have this question, right?"
The child scratched his head and said, "Didn't the sword god senior report his name just now?"
” Deng Tai'a, who was speechless, bowed his head and ate wontons.
I didn't want to look up even more when I was eating, and I accidentally poured all the chili oil into the wonton just now, and I was sweating profusely at this time, and I couldn't bear it.
But it would be too embarrassing for Deng Tai'a to use the qi machine to cover up the embarrassment, and to put it mildly, it would be not in line with his own heart and sword intent.
To put it mildly, in fact, Mrs.
Deng has never been a master.
Deng Tai'a finally finished dealing with the big bowl of wontons, and then he was relieved, raised his head and said seriously: "Little brother, if you raise the sword and practice the sword in the future, and decide to go down the way of the sword, then you must remember that the sword is not a knife, even if it has withdrawn from the battlefield and given way to the knife, and even in the temple in the future, officials also began to like the saber as a decoration, but no matter how the world changes, the sword is still a sword, and the sword has a double edge, so lifting the sword against the enemy, in addition to killing and hurting people with one edge, there is also a blade for self-reflection."
Speaking of this, Mrs.
Deng's expression changed slightly, "Don't say it, I have something to do, and I'll see you in the future."
Also, those elder grievances, you juniors don't have to take it seriously.
Live how you want to live.
Mixed rivers and lakes, no matter how other martial artists live, we who use swords, we must not have too much anger, otherwise you can cultivate as a god, and you will not be a true immortal. ” Deng Tai'a stood up and turned around, and quickly exhaled, this chili oil is really powerful.
The reason why this peach blossom sword god didn't continue to nag was that chili oil was one thing, and he really didn't know how to reason with people.
Deng Tai'a stretched out his hand, and a flying sword appeared in the southern sky, and the next moment he stood on top of the flying sword, one person and one sword were fleeting.
In the entire Martial Emperor City, only the child named Gou Youfang noticed this scene.
In the first 100 years, there were Li Chungang, Wang Xianzhi, Xu Fengnian, and Xuanyuan Qingfeng.
Just like the Spring and Autumn War, the heroes rose together.
In the next 100 years, there will only be two people.
Another example is the new dynasty, the confrontation between the two countries on the grassland of the Central Plains.
After the two became famous in the world, they were each regarded as the first people in the world, and in the subsequent Jiazi, they played six games for ten years, and the victory was equal.
And every time someone wins one game, they will be pulled back by another person in the next game.
The Yudi Dragon is not really invincible, and there are still ways in the world: