The fledgling young hero meets a female hero who just debuted in the same way, but he suffers a crushing defeat and can only let the female hero spare her life. After sending the sweet potatoes back to rest, Xu Fengnian didn't expect to be able to do such careless things on the dragon chair in the palace in the past few days. It is too merciless for a woman to fight every day when she is just broken, so Xu Fengnian went back to the roof of the palace and sat alone. In a daze, during the period of Zishi raised the sword Xuanlei, and then dripped blood one after another. After dawn, the morning glow slowly bloomed in the eastern sky. Xu Fengnian looked at the magnificent scene above the nine heavens. At this time, the melodious morning bell of the Giant Immortal Palace happened. It sounded, and it was passed on one by one, and the sound was passed on, endlessly. I don't know why, maybe it was the battle at Changle Peak that exhausted all the hostility, Xu Fengnian's chest was full of vigor, and the flow of energy was much faster than usual, especially when he stood up and saw the morning sun moving from the east to the sky. To the west, a ray of sunlight fell in front of his eyes, Xu Fengnian sat cross-legged, his sword was exposed to his sleeves, and the light of the flying sword soared.
Among the twelve flying swords, only the middle and lower flying swords flew out of their hands, uncontrollably, spinning happily.
Like a monster in a fairy tale, after hundreds of years of hard work, he once realized the Tao and gained a spirituality.
The sword fetus is complete.
There is a sword coming from the east.
Xu Fengnian was ecstatic, he broke through the iron shoes and found nowhere to find it, it took no effort to get it, he didn't need to be drawn by Qi at the moment, as soon as he moved his mind, the flying sword disappeared in a blink of an eye, where the heart goes, the sword goes. After teasing for a long time, Xu Fengnian's mind was filled with only one thought of no master at all, your mother, you can finally keep one less sword handle! Xu Fengnian was not in a hurry to withdraw his sword, and sat quietly on the spot, looking at Chaolu's flight path, his eyes showed a look of horror bit by bit, he pursed his lips tightly, gritted his teeth and said: "What a Deng Taiah, the beauty of flying swords is not flying at all. The sword itself is not even raising the sword, but the hidden swordsmanship!"
Xu Fengnian laughed at himself: "If I said it earlier, I would have to sharpen my head to find a shortcut with my temper. It's better not to say it."
Xu Fengnian raised a smiling face, flipped his five fingers, and lingered with flying swords, like a charming girl who had just fallen in love. The more Xu Fengnian looked at her, the more he wanted to laugh. This is probably the fun of practicing martial arts. The journey of martial arts has paid off, and if you meet again With some opportunities, there will be all kinds of hidden willows and flowers, and there will be surprises of jumping out of the bottom of the well and suddenly seeing the world. Xu Fengnian put away the dew and returned the sword pouch, jumped off the roof, walked in the Zijin Palace, and returned to Qingzhai. With the only memory he had before practicing swords and martial arts, he condescended to recognize the veins of the palace courtyard, and would not get lost. Perhaps it was because Sweet Potato had spoken, some court ladies and eunuchs who got up early to do things were all respectful, although they didn't kneel down to salute, they still stood with their heads down and never dared to take a second look.
Seeing her leaning against the courtyard gate waiting for his return, Xu Fengnian was a little lost.
Sweet Potato said softly: "Young Master, this servant has prepared a porridge and a few side dishes according to your taste."
Xu Fengnian nodded her forehead, "Don't you know some ways to keep in good health? You won't be lazy?"
Sweet Potato smiled and said: "That is the day of young ladies and daughters. The servants are not envious, and they don't like it. If you blow the wind, you will get cold, if you are exposed to the sun, you will get heatstroke, and you will cry after reading a few palace poems, isn't it? The temper of our Beiliang girls."
Xu Fengnian had eaten breakfast. In today's world, the rich usually eat three meals and the poor eat two meals. As for those who are eligible to raise court ladies and eunuchs, they are no longer wealthy families in the general sense. The sweet potato of the empress is actually much richer than Miss Qianjin. She single-handedly controls the life and death of 70,000 to 80,000 people in Dunhuang City, but when it comes to him, she is still the life of a maid with a bare spoon. Xu Fengnian really can't find anything dissatisfied. When he came to the study room, which seemed to be in the Wutong Courtyard of the Prince’s Mansion in Beiliang, the red sandalwood case was filled with archives brought by sweet potatoes and her aunt’s handwriting. Xu Fengnian saw a painting scroll on a brass scroll, and glanced at it standing beside The sweet potato with rolled sleeves, saw the corners of her mouth curled up, opened it, and as expected, it was a portrait painted by a court painter, with a bright phoenix crown, and the posture of mothering the world. Sweet Potato went back and forth several times, tsk-tsk said: "It really looks like, looks like seven and a half, looks like six."
Seeing Sweet Potato's hot gaze, Xu Fengnian waved his hands expressionlessly and said, "Let's talk after two days' rest."
She tilted her head and smiled.
Xu Fengnian slapped her on the buttocks, and said with a smile: "Virtue! Once you get outside Wutong Courtyard, you'll be wild. Wait for me to recharge my energy, my lord, and I'll make you beg for mercy next time."
Xu Fengnian didn't touch those secret books that people in the martial arts dream of, so he didn't listen to Chaoge? Those warriors who are not bad at root are worried that a clever woman can't cook without rice. They have no famous teacher to lead the way, and after the master leads the door, there is no secret book to help them enter the house. But random flowers are fascinating, and the same misfortune is long-lasting. These two things are not uncommon for the children of the powerful. On the one hand, there is not enough perseverance to bear the hardship of sailing against the current, but to a large extent, there are too many paths to the top. So much so that I don’t know how to start, or go astray, learn all kinds of martial arts, read all the secret books, but it is difficult to become a master. For Xu Fengnian, who is close to the water, he knows that he can’t chew more than he can chew, so he always only chooses to benefit from the knife. Now that he has Wang Xianzhi's sword manual, he has no other distractions. Xu Fengnian is so desperate, he really feels that if he doesn't practice martial arts with his life, he is worthy of being a fool and a dog, and now he is still the guy with the wooden sword? The next time we meet, once we know our identity, we will not be cut to death by Wen Hua with a wooden sword.
Put down the scroll, and read Aunt Sweet Potato's pen notes. The stereotyped handwriting is obvious. It's the strokes of raccoon fur with the heart covered with autumn rabbit hair. The so-called writing comes from the heart, but it is not accurate. Which kind of pen to use, especially the kind of people who only use one kind of pen, you can generally guess that it is almost inseparable. Xiao Kai is extremely particular about rules and style, but as far as individual characters are concerned, every single word is eager to write every word. Xu Fengnian somewhat understands how she taught such a woman as sweet potato. Slowly browsing the past, most of them are some of the famous deeds of the previous generation's heroes and monsters in the rivers and lakes of Beimang. I finally saw the battle of the Nine Swords in the Wu family's Jianzhong, Aunt Sweet Potato also heard it from hearsay, but compared to the hype of ordinary people, the words of the "two kings" of Dunhuang City are much more credible. A hundred words shocked Xu Fengnian, who was a latecomer.
After reading it several times, Xu Fengnian was still unsatisfied, and sighed, "So that's how it is."
The two generations of the Wu Family Sword Tomb 200 years ago were known as the most amazing and brilliant talents in the Jianzhong. There were nine masters of swordsmanship, one at the Celestial Realm, two at the Zhixuan level, one at the Diamond Realm, and the remaining five masters. As a young master, one can imagine that as long as one generation of the Wu family is given time, even if one or two people die of old age, it is still possible to achieve a five-first rank that has never been seen before or since! Xu Fengnian said that the Nine Swords of the Wu family went to Beimang, but he only heard from a guard slave that a swordsman who claimed to be a land sword fairy was born in Beimang at that time, and he threatened that there was no sword in the Central Plains. However, Xu Fengnian didn't take this statement seriously. Although the Wu family has always looked down on the swordsmen in the world, no matter how impulsive they are, they will not go out to Beimang with all their strength. I once asked Li Chungang during his travels, the old man in sheepskin fur It's just that the gods and gods muttered about saying "Xi Jian Dong Yin", so I won't explain it anymore.
Relying on the content written by Aunt Sweet Potato, Xu Fengnian learned a general idea that the Nine Swords against Wanqi are not fighting on their own, but are handed over to the strongest person, the sword crown in the sky is the eye, and the eight people take turns to be the sword master and sword attendant , and finally became a shocking imperial sword formation, one can imagine the scene of densely packed tens of thousands of cavalry, surrounded by nine people, desolate and bloody, with groups of cavalry charging one after another, plus thousands of times of flying swords to take heads, it is true. How eloquent is the sword energy
Xu Fengnian was amazed again and again, leaning back on the back of the chair, and said to himself: "This sword formation requires top swordsmen to create, it is impossible to use it in the battlefield, can it be simplified like the boxing method of riding a bull?" It seems to be quite difficult. The masters of the rivers and lakes are impatient with rules and regulations. They act as watchdogs for the rich and powerful mansions. The rough embryos of the sword array are also good, where can I find them? Wu Family Sword Tomb? It seems unrealistic. Will the Northern Mang Royal Court have a secret copy? Even if there is, it is even more unrealistic.
Sweet Potato smiled lightly and said, "Young Master, if you really want it, you can use the dead soldiers lurking in the royal court to do it."
Xu Fengnian shook his head and said, "That's too disregarding human life, it's not worth it."
Oh, the sweet potato.
Xu Fengnian didn't look up, he continued to read, and said: "Don't use your brains, you are not allowed to join in this fun, do you hear me?"
Sweet Potato gave a soft nasal hum.
Xu Fengnian raised his head and laughed angrily, "Don't play careless with me!"
Sweet Potato's brows and eyes are infinitely charming, wrinkled her small and delicate nose, and said in a very rare childish way: "Got it!"
In Xu Fengnian's impression, in addition to abiding by her duties as a maid, she is also like a meticulous sister who can't pick out any flaws, making people feel like a spring breeze. The few second-class maids in the yard have been with His Royal Highness for a long time. Knowing his good temper, they will be a little rascal and naughty, but the sweet potato who has never been angry and black-faced and the cold-tempered blue bird have been the same for more than ten years. The day is never surpassed in the slightest. Xu Fengnian lowered his head again, looked at it, and suddenly withdrew his hand as if it was hot. Curious Sweet Potato took a closer look, and the word Tuoba Bodhisattva came into view, and he smiled knowingly. When I came to Beimang, how could I get around this Bodhisattva, the Martial God, not to mention that the young master had a life-and-death relationship with Tuoba Chun Falcon.
Three pages are full of stories about this Northern Mang Army God. Judging from the arrangement of the handwriting, it is accumulated several times. Almost every time Tuoba Bodhisattva leaps to the realm, the female Dunhuang City Lord writes an insight.
Xu Fengnian read it upside down and over and over again, tirelessly. Sweet Potato glanced at the dragon-spit-bead-style inscription on the table. When it was lunch time, she quietly left the room, and then quickly brought in a food box. With enough precious words, Sweet Potato moved a chair and sat beside him. Seeing rice grains at the corner of his mouth, he stretched out his hand to pick them up and put them in his own mouth. Xu Fengnian didn't take it seriously either. She has been with Sweet Potato for many years. It can be said that her first juvenile nocturnal emission was the mess she cleaned up. So hypocritical
Sweet Potato took the food box, sat down and said softly:
"If the servant girl dies today, will the young master remember the sweet potato forever?"
Xu Fengnian said calmly: "Sweet potato, if you dare to die, I dare to forget you, completely. I will do what I say."
Sweet Potato's eyes were red, but he smiled and said: "Young Master is so heartless."