The rivers and lakes are really too big. Even if a fairy threw a mountain into the rivers and lakes and splashed a huge splash, after ten or a hundred years, there will be no ripples.
Therefore, most of the people in the Jianghu are relatively forgetful, and their life span is no more than a hundred years, and seventy is a rare thing since ancient times. Li Chungang became famous too early, he was the champion at a young age, and he was almost invincible at the age of thirty. Looking up, who can compete with him? This former old sword god became famous early and ended early. After losing to his peer Wang Xianzhi, the wooden horse and the cow were broken, and few rumors flowed into the Jianghu. Old antiques, when mentioning Li Chungang, have a vague impression, let alone those young and middle-aged Jianghu people
For these people, not to mention the old and strong Wang Xianzhi, just talking about the swordsmanship in the world, the Taoist Dragon and Tiger Mountain Qi Xianxia and Wudang Wang Xiaoping complement each other, but compared with the immortal Deng Tai'a, they are still much inferior , the rivers and lakes change, what remains unchanged is that swordsmen will always be the most numerous in the rivers and lakes, like crucian carps crossing the river, densely packed, and Deng Tai'a is undoubtedly the only sword god in the hearts of the rivers and lakes, but this sword god doesn't like to wear swords , can be regarded as a strange thing.
Those who use swords lose to those who use knives and guns. You can say that I lost. You who use knives and guns, pick out the best masters, who can beat Deng Jianshen who doesn't use swords? There are rumors in the rivers and lakes that Deng Jianshen was born with a huge back and a waist, and can transform into three heads and six arms. In his luggage, there is a small pineapple wood sword box with more than ten small pocket swords. Eat meat when hungry, drink blood when thirsty. It is very mysterious. After coming out of the box, you don’t need to control the Qi machine, and you can cut off the head on your own. It’s a pity that only the city master of Wudi City has seen such superb swordsmanship. No matter how big the rivers and lakes are, for Deng Jianshen, he is really qualified to have no more children.
Nearly two thousand swords were unsheathed in Emperor Wudi City, and a shocking sword curtain hung in the air.
A tired old donkey stepped on its hooves outside the city gate and slowly entered the city. A young man dressed as a book boy rode the donkey upside down, with a scabbard around his waist. The middle-aged man said: "My lord, I bought this sword with great difficulty after saving copper coins and broken silver. Then Li Chungang agreed to borrow the sword from the city, so why would he not let me go? We won't return it. Didn't you go to Wudi City? Master, you too, watched Jian Fei get out of the sheath, and didn't help me stop it, how embarrassing it is to spread, where will you put your face, master?"
The middle-aged man looks ordinary, but the corners of his mouth are habitually turned up, he looks like he is always smiling, and his unremarkable face is also soft and gentle. He is holding a peach blossom that he did not know where to pick, Twirling her fingers slightly, she looked up at the boy's bitter face, smiled and joked, "Don't you just put face on your own face?"
The young man who works as a book boy's servant is not small. He rides a donkey by himself, and let the master lead the donkey on foot. He also let the master carry the suitcase and book case. Hearing his master's teasing, he first stared, then became discouraged, and asked worriedly : "This Li Chungang agreed to borrow the sword, but he won't borrow it and not return it?"
The man smiled and said: "If Senior Li doesn't fight, but just puts on a show, I think you will be too embarrassed. Think about it, there are almost two thousand swords that have not been controlled, and they all fell from the sky and were thrown on the ground. When the time comes, will you recognize which one is yours? Even if you recognize it, so many heroic swordsmen are going to snap it up, plus some fish in troubled waters and take advantage of it. With your small body, can you get it back? Want to return it to its original owner, Just burn the incense! Besides, this is not bad. If you really fight with old man Wang, the thousand and nine hundred swords will cost ten to eighty-nine. Then your sword is of mediocre quality, and you can't stand it at all. Picking up the old man Wang waved his hand. But I see, this time the old man borrowed the sword, borrowed it well, so that you don’t have the heart to do chores for me after buying the sword. You can tell your conscience, these days, cooking and cooking Is Fan half as thoughtful as before?"
To be precise, the young man who was Jiantong exclaimed angrily: "Master, you talk the most. You will talk endlessly at the beginning, and my ears are callused!"
The middle-aged man in coarse sackcloth deserved to be so good-tempered that he lost his temper. He smiled and said, "Okay, I'll shut up."
The young man who said he was a sword boy but never carried a sword to the master sighed, "Master, can I tell you something?"
After leading the donkey into the city, the man standing on the main road and looking towards the inner city said with a smile, "Senior Li and Old Man Wang want the gods to fight, aren't you embarrassing me?"
Jiantong retreated and begged, hehe said: "Master, why don't you pick up seventeen or eight swords for me in the chaos? Anyway, master, you are picking up swords, not stealing or robbing, what does it matter!"
The man smiled knowingly and said: "Look, I just said where should I save my face? If I run on the street with a dozen swords on my shoulders, will I have face?"
Jiantong was heartbroken, and said with a mournful face: "Being by Master's side, I spent more than 600 hard days working as cows and horses, and finally saved seventeen taels of silver, all of which were spent on buying swords. If you don’t even come to this shit Wudi City, don’t come to this shit!”
Seeing that the young man was faintly crying, the man had a headache and said, "Okay, okay, I'll pick up a good sword for you when no one is around."
The young man's face changed suddenly, and he said with a bright smile: "Master, are you tired? I'll help you carry the bookcase."
The man smiled angrily: "Virtue. I will give you the bookcase. It's not a donkey who is tired. I might as well be tired."
The sword boy grinned, looked up at the gloomy sword screen above the city, and asked softly, "Master, if this fight really started, who would win?"
The man smiled, and said casually: "Unless you fight to the death, the odds of winning this fight are much better than old man Wang."
Jiantong twitched the corners of his mouth, rolled his eyes and said: "This Li Chungang is too useless, he only creates such frightening scenes, isn't it an embroidered pillow?"
The man showed a rare dignified expression, and said in a deep voice: "Sanlu, don't be disrespectful to Senior Li!"
Seeing that the master was angry, the boy finally didn't dare to speak out, and obediently let out a cry. But then he said with a look of reluctance to fight and hug injustice: "The old man Wang is just a dog sitting on a dog dung pile to dominate himself. If you do your best, master, you will definitely beat him so that your parents don't know each other."
The man laughed dumbfoundedly, shook his head and said, "I don't have any hope in this life."
Jiantong, who has never paid attention to status when getting along with the master, seems to be indifferent to him, humming vigorously in anger.
The man didn't take it seriously, and said in a daze: "You children, of course you don't understand what it means that Li Chungang is not born in the sky, and the way of swords is as long as night. For five hundred years, there have been countless talented swordsmen, but in the end only this old man has a straight sword practice. Chasing Lu Zu. As for me, I may be better than Senior Li in killing people by luck, but it is still slightly better, but in terms of swordsmanship, I am much worse."
Jiantong only listened to the pleasant sounds, and said with a smile: "Isn't the purpose of practicing swords to fight and kill people?"
The man smiled and said, "You think clearly."
The young sword boy riding on the donkey posed as a gentleman.
The man stopped the small movement of spinning the peach blossom branch, he let out a gasp in surprise, and said with a smile: "Here we come! You have good eyesight, boy, this fight really started, there is no thunder and rain."
A voice like a bell came from the attic of the inner city, "Please Li Chungang go out of the city and fight Wang in the sea!"
Countless people in Wudi City raised their heads at the same time, and a burly white shadow, like a comet, blasted from the roof of the attic towards the surface of the East China Sea.
One thousand nine hundred swords, the tip of the sword pointed directly at the East China Sea in an instant, and a person jumped up to the sword, and Yujian headed for the East China Sea.
The strongest battle in the world!