The heavy snowfall in the capital city before the beginning of winter this year was particularly majestic, and it still did not stop. While many children in the capital city were overjoyed, they wondered how many white geese the God who lived in the sky had raised.
In this small courtyard that can be described as "Long Zeling", there were originally three talented people who were all expected to be the masters of the sword, and one of them went overnight? When Wu Liuding was bored, he liked to take the green bamboo pole that was only slightly longer than the sword. Now he was squatting under the eaves, carrying the pole on his shoulders, feeling a bit lonely, even though his childhood sweetheart Cuihua was standing beside him, this man who didn't learn kingly swordsmanship The young Jian Guan, who was learning the domineering sword, also felt a little sad. The words of Diao Erlang as Wen Youxia caught his ears, only one dog was left alive and was discharged from the hospital, with a broken arm and a hamstring, and he destroyed the acupuncture point by himself, and just left. Wen Busheng, didn't you say that you want to become one of the best swordsmen in the world? Haven't you just met the woman you admire? Wouldn't it be nice to kill a man who had only been friends for a year with no relatives and no reason, and then become famous all over the world
Cuihua noticed that the young sword master turned his head, and the two had a good understanding, without Wu Liuding asking, she said, "I don't understand either."
The Eleventh Wang Mingyin in the Battle of Reeds was the old King of Jing'an, Zhao Xun, who took him under the shackles of brotherhood with the famous spring and autumn general Wang Mingyang, and pulled him out of the rivers and lakes from the few acres of fields in the green mountains, green waters, mountains and fields.
Then Wen Hua has only entered the rivers and lakes, why did he leave the rivers and lakes in such a desolate way
These days, Wu Liuding, who often quarrels with Wen, let go of his hand, the bamboo pole rolled to the ground, and rubbed his cheeks fiercely, "I have no brothers or friends, I only want to learn the way of swordsmanship, but I will remember this idiot in my life. Why don't we send Wenhua off? It's icy and snowy, he can leave the yard, but he can't leave the capital."
Cuihua kept silent, and was spit out by the sword crown nicknamed six tanks every day, and got up calmly, "Don't worry about the old bastard in the room who is calculating and calculating, it really annoys me, it's a big deal I'm tearing my skin apart, and it's just two shots. I don't like this place in the capital. There is no sense of Jianghu or humanity. It's hard to find a little taste of swords that Wu's sword tomb has never had, but it's too late. Cuihua, why don't we protect you? After Wen Busheng leaves Beijing, do you want to go to the South China Sea? I heard that Deng Tai'a went to sea to visit immortals, maybe we can meet him."
Cuihua just patted Su Wangjian on her back, and Wu Liuding laughed and left the hospital.
Huang Sanjia walked out of the house slowly, holding the ancient sword Baxiu left behind in his hand, with no abnormal expression on his face, not showing the slightest emotion, he just threw the Baxiu sword towards the wall.
The ancient sword was in the hands of one person, and an old man with empty sleeves squatted on the top of the wall, took the last surviving forged sword from Tangxi Sword Furnace with one hand, discarded the scabbard, spread his palms, and put the simple and famous sword on the On the palm of the hand, with a touch of the thumb and index finger, the sharpness is not among the top three famous swords in the world, but the tough but high-ranking Baxiu sword bends instantly, and the sword tip and hilt clash clangingly, like a dragon snake biting head and tail, caused by the sword energy of two fingers , This famous sword in the world was actually broken from it abruptly, one for two, two for four, four for eight, and so on, Baxiu was cut every inch, every inch of the sword fell into the big sleeve of the broken arm, and then the old man He picked a piece of the sword tip and threw it into his mouth, like chewing soybeans, it was crunchy and chewy. The old man may not be nameless, but he has been anonymous for a long time. These years, he occasionally entered the world, and he did business with Huang Longshi. When he kills and wounds, Huang Longshi is responsible for giving him a good sword.
As far as what feats he has done, there has never been any exaggeration in the world, but he has been obsessed with swords all his life, and he is almost a hundred years old, but he has two and a half apprentices, the "half" is the wooden sword ranger who disappointed him, One has a bigger name, the Sword Emperor of Xishu. But the old man once said to Huang Sanjia that two great apprentices are not as good as Wen Hua, a half-way apprentice. It has nothing to do with talent. Talent is not equal to root bone. That set. Therefore, even if he accepted the Baxiu sword that was slowly sinking into his stomach, the old man was still very dissatisfied. The taste of this sword was not enough. That's right, but in the past 20 years, what he has never forgotten the most is still the Great Liang Dragon Sparrow Sword. The old man is missing an arm, but because of his burly body, he doesn't look very old, especially his eyebrows are extremely long, with a long snow-white braid, just like the three legs of the North Liang, Liyang and Bei Mang.
The old man with eyebrows as long as willow branches laughed, his voice was hoarse and honed like a night owl, and he said sinisterly: "Huanglongshi, Huanglongshi, there are people in the world who you can't count, and things you can't predict!"
Huang Sanjia said plainly: "Where in the world can anyone count as a man with no plans? Planting crops and growing well depends on both manpower and weather. I, Huang Longshi, are not so conceited that I want people to be taller than the sky. Destroy the future, it will not affect the overall situation."
The unidentified old man was obviously very happy to see Huang Longshi deflated, and continued to sprinkle salt on the wound, "This kid Wen Hua killed the son of Beiliang in the capital, so that Liyang of Beiliang will not be glued to life for a long time, and at the worst, he must let him go." Xu Fengnian, that poor little girl, has a heart disease, so that you can continue to fish in troubled waters. Only you can make such a cruel plan. Why, you still value that Chen Zhibao? You think he is the lord of the destiny of the two worlds I am too lazy to think about these things, but I have to settle with you for the current account. You invited Lao Wu from Jianzhong to come out of the mountain. Er is not only worth a Baxiu sword, since the Su Wang sword can't be eaten, how can you satisfy my appetite for Xu Fengnian's Spring and Autumn Sword?"
Huang Longshi stepped into the courtyard, looking at the snow falling on the top of his head, "I never feel that anyone is destined for it. I just don't see the dull spring and autumn, and I don't see so many things that should be taken for granted in this world. To me, there is nothing The enemy family has no benefactors, and everything they do in this life is to grow new shoots on top of the rotten wood."
It was rare to hear his heart confide, and for the first time in history, the old man with a bad temper did not ask about the Spring and Autumn Sword, and continued to slowly put the broken sword into his mouth one at a time.
Huang Longshi smiled, and said to himself: "The word fairness is the most rare thing. Since Cao Changqing dared to bring the subjugated princess Jiang Si, and ruined the big situation I had arranged for many years in white clothes and killed the dragon python, I can let Xu Fengnian I can't eat and walk around. But Xu Fengnian won, and I'm not a person who pesters endlessly. Don't think about Chunqiu Sword, I will fill your stomach. Let's go, let's go to Wudi City. Do you dare?"
The old man ate up the blade of Baxiu's sword, and threw away the hilt, "There are so many appetizers there, why not dare. Wang Lao Er claims to be the best in the world, and he has long disliked him, what kind of shit is the best in the world Two, the third in the world is about the same."
Huang Sanjia nodded and smiled, "Indeed, you are the only one in the world who dares to exchange arms with Li Chungang."
The old man fell into deep thought, and Huang Sanjia was not in a hurry to urge him out of the city, "The romantics in the world, for love, righteousness and benevolence, most of them are inevitably trapped in a cocoon. Wang Xianzhi is trapped in a city, Xuanyuan Jingcheng is trapped in a mountain, and Cao Changqing is trapped in a mountain. In One Country, Li Yishan is trapped on the first floor, and Li Danxin is trapped in Yichan. The one who is truly detached from the world, you, Yuan Benxi who is now looking for me everywhere to seek revenge, and Deng Tai'a who is out to sea are not enough. After all, there are only Hong Xixiang who rode a crane to Wudang, Li Chungang who broke his arm, and Wen Hua who folded his sword and did not practice it. The world is destined to forget Wen Hua soon, but it is such a character, It makes the Jianghu vivid and lively. I Huang Longshi lost? But I lost willingly. Because of Wenhua, I will give Xu Fengnian a big gift, otherwise this kid lives a bit too miserable. At a young age, he will Fight against an old fox spirit like Yuan Benxi."
The old man who didn't have a sword in his hand and liked to eat swords jumped down from the wall. He was frighteningly tall and was two heads taller than Huang Longshi, "It's good to say that people are about to die. Do you know that time is running out?"
Huang Sanjia smiled lightly: "How many years have you been looking forward to my death?"
The old man's eyebrows reached his knees, "It doesn't matter whether you die or not, where can I find a good young man to inherit my sword?"
Huang Sanjia laughed softly: "If you want me to say, it's just right for you to exchange your sword for his Chunqiu sword. Chunqiu is dead, what do you need Chunqiu sword for?"
The old man sneered and said, "Is this your big gift to that kid?"
Huang Sanjia shook his head, walked towards the gate of the courtyard, and waited for the old man who once alone carried the momentum of the Wu family's sword tomb to walk out of the courtyard first, and then closed the door, "Wen Hua and you are not considered masters and apprentices, but me and you. It's a business. Really counting, you just took in two apprentices, and both of them died because of Beiliang."
The old man chuckled and said, "What is this? A swordsman dies for his sword. There is no more fortunate thing than this. Since it has aroused my interest, Huang Longshi, then don't hide from me, just tell me." In the first place, besides asking Wen Hua to kill the Xu family boy, who else is there. I have to go and see, Li Chungang is the only swordsman I regard as my enemy and confidant in my life, since he taught that boy the two-sleeved green snake and the sword to open the gate of heaven , I have to go and see, that female sword attendant has learned half of the two-sleeved green snake, which is too little. If that kid is really as interesting as Li Chungang thinks highly of, I don't mind asking him to learn my sword."
Huang Longshi laughed it off, this eccentric old man teaches swordsmanship, the worse your apparent aptitude is, the less you will be taught. The Sword Emperor of Western Shu had to grant four swords, and he learned a hundred swords by himself, so he devoted his whole life to the way of swordsmanship , but none of the swords caught the old man's eyes. The apprentice behind him only taught three swords, but one sword made the old man full of praise. Then Huang Longshi tricked him into passing two swords to Wen Hua, but it was a pity that he didn't see the crops grow this time. In the end, that kid chose Huangliang Yimeng instead of the famous sword who was expected to reach the top, the most beautiful woman in the world. As for the tricky old man who really saw Xu Fengnian, whether it was a disagreement to kill the killer to eat Chunqiu, or taught the sword in a muddle-headed way, it is not a superfluous thing that Huang Sanjia will think about. The reason for mentioning this crop is only because of one sentence, or two sentences.
"I will guard the northwest of the Central Plains."
"Besides the three prefectures of Beiliang, you will not be affected by Beimang's millions of cavalry!"
Huang Longshi smiled, a bit like when he was young.
Looking at the white alley, Huang Longshi bent down and picked up a handful of snow, and asked, "Then let's go out of the city first, before you enter the city?"
The old man said nothing.
People in the world don't know that there is righteousness between heaven and earth, and it is mixed with manifolds. This momentum is majestic, fierce and fierce forever.
Huang Longshi raised his head and smiled and said: "Yuan Benxi, Yuan Benxi, no matter how I die, I won't die at your hands, but you have to wait, someone will take care of you, the white clothes case in the capital, new and old debts, look at you Why pay it back!"