Wu Liuding was carrying a half-dead bastard who was still talking about asking Cuihua to carry him. While resenting him, he felt relieved and glib, showing that he had no intention of dying. With the sword in my hand cultivating the way of heaven, the clear heart of the sword is the most precious thing, but the skin of the body is second. If the heart of the sword is stained with dirt, it is doomed not to expect to enter the realm of transformation for the rest of my life. Wu Liuding flitted across the snow, and Cuihua in front of him cleared the way with Su Wangjian on his back. The night ban in the capital city is beyond ordinary people's imagination, but the night watchmen and some elite spies in this large area under the jurisdiction of the capital city have long been ordered by their superiors to turn a blind eye to the three people's whereabouts, as long as they don't commit murder Jie She's actions were all ignored, so the sword crown and sword attendant went on a night trip in violation of the regulations, and the whole journey was still unimpeded. Wu Liuding arrived at a courtyard, and instead of knocking on the door, he thought about jumping over the wall and jumping in. As a result, the heavy snow in the courtyard instantly tilted like thousands of swords, and Cuihua, who was honestly pushing the door, ignored him, and Wu Liuding was forced to retreat to the alley , shrank his neck, had to follow Cuihua, entered the elegant courtyard through the gate, and there was no one in the courtyard, Wu Liuding hurriedly yelled: "Old ancestor, ancestor, hurrying out of the city, you have a lot of face, show me a way? "
There was only one small light in the room, and there was no sound. Wu Liuding looked at Cuihua with a bitter face, and the latter said calmly, "I hope the grave master will take action."
A plain voice came out, "How much have you learned from those two swords?"
Cuihua opened her eyes, and said slowly: "Ninety percent of the shape is similar, and sixty percent of it is divine."
There was a soft murmur in the room, and the thin old man stretched out an index finger, walked out slowly with a hunchback figure, and there was a lump of light on his fingertips, without even looking at Wu Liuding, he frowned and asked, "What's going on?" ?”
Wu Liuding was about to speak, when the old man flicked his fingers, the small group of lights came suddenly, Cuihua was indifferent, Wu Liuding even closed his eyes and waited for death, the light leisurely circled back to the old man's fingertips, like an old man with a moldy tree and a lifeless old man walking out with a "lamp" In the courtyard, step into a carriage, the driver is an old guy who is even older than the old man, even some people believe that he is two sixty years old, in fact, this person is forty years old and he thinks that he has fallen into a bottleneck in the way of swordsmanship , went to the Wu family's sword mound to get the sword, and ended up becoming a withered swordsman in the Wu family's painting. Jia Zi became the sword servant of the old man in the carriage at an advanced age. Wu Liuding sat in the carriage with Wen Hua on his back, Cuihua continued to lead the way, and the carriage drove to the central axis royal road.
The old man sat dryly and asked softly, "Is this Wen Hua?"
Wu Liuding is a straightforward person who can't hide his words. He said in a bamboo tube: "This kid has a tendon. Huang Longshi's thousand-year-old bastard taught him how to practice swords. He wanted him to kill Xu Fengnian, the brother of the son of Beiliang. He refused. Not only did the Baxiu sword won by Lu Baijie be left to Huang Wangba, but even the wooden sword that was more important than his life was broken. One arm and one leg were broken. After all, Li Chungang Zhuyu was in front. , it may not be impossible to make a comeback, but this kid lost his wooden sword and destroyed his orifice, like water bursting an embankment, leaving nothing left, and he will practice his sword in the future! What do you mean by borrowing ten taels of silver from me and paying twelve or three taels of silver? It’s a loss of money, more than twenty taels! It’s too warm, your head was kicked by a donkey?”
Wen Hua leaned against the wall of the car, smelling blood all over his body, gritting his teeth silently.
The old man said plainly: "If you don't do this, do you think Huang Longshi can let him survive? When did Huang Longshi, that lunatic, have an old relationship with someone? No one can understand the truth in his belly. Since it is his pawn, If you want to leave the chessboard alive, you have to be like a dead person."
Wu Liuding snorted coldly.
The old man kept his eyes closed, and his tone was still gentle, "Liu Ding, if it were you, would you not be able to practice swords like him? Well, if you think so, I will cut off your arms and arms, and abolish your cultivation skills." Why, throw it away to Jianshan, and let’s talk about when you think you can practice swords.”
Wu Liuding didn't think that the old ancestor was joking at all, so he hurriedly apologized and said, "Don't be angry, old ancestor, I'm just worthless for Wen Wusheng. I can practice the sword, ten thousand can practice the sword!"
The old man opened his eyes, looked at the blood-stained young ranger, and asked: "One person is one person, you are empty now, should you come here, have you ever thought about going back to Jianzhong with me?"
Wen Hua covered the broken arm with one hand, his face was as pale as the snow outside the car, he shook his head, his eyes were very clear and said: "I know you are the great ancestor of the Wu Family Sword Tomb, but I said that if you don't practice swords, you will not practice swords in this life. They won't even touch the sword."
The old man laughed it off, closed his eyes without any further force.
The floating light on the street is a sword, the countless snow outside the car is a sword, even this capital city can be a sword, and it is itself a sword. Does it matter if you have a sword or not
Wu Liuding's eyes widened, his face was shocked, the ancestor was actually smiling? !
Before the carriage arrived, the city gate slowly opened. It can be seen that the sword tomb of the Wu family is not as far away from right and wrong as the rumors in the rivers and lakes. The lights outside went out, and he said: "Wen Hua, I wrote down the name. When you remembered that you lacked a sword, you might as well come to Jianzhong to have a look. Swords have been hidden for eight hundred years, and there are hundreds of thousands of swords in the mountains. There are mountains of swords, if there is no one you want by then, it will not be too late to go down the mountain and get out of the grave."
Wen Hua still shook his head miserably.
Wu Liuding wished he could slap this ignorant Wen Busheng to the ground and bury him with snow.
The old man of the Wu family, known as the "Su King" of the sword, stood on the street with the sword attendant, watching the carriage leave the city, and the heavy snow behind him quickly covered the seemingly endless royal road.
The old man said to himself: "Outsiders mistakenly think that the Wu family's Kujian is the ruthless sword. It is a big mistake. This time, Liuding should understand this truth. The way of heaven is ruthless, never said that the world's cold and ruthless sword , but the word fair, if a person is ruthless, let alone holding a sword, he is not worthy of being a human being."
The sword guard beside King Su remained motionless.
The old man looked back, "I don't know why, from here to the palace, there are eighteen gates in total, and I always feel that there will be younger generations who can pass through with a single sword."
The carriage drove half a mile out of the capital, and the temperature inside the carriage suddenly said: "Let me take another look."
Cuihua stopped the carriage, hung up the curtain, and Wu Liuding supported the guy to look towards the capital.
Wu Liuding said softly: "Regret it? It's still not too late. My ancestor's swordsman who fell into his eyes in his life lost one hand. If you want to go to the sword mound, I'll see you off."
Wen Hua was sitting upright, looking straight at the capital, "There is something I wanted to tell you two a long time ago. It used to be my small belly. I was afraid that after listening to me, the realm of swordsmanship would advance by leaps and bounds, so I hid my selfishness. Since I don't practice I'm not sure if it makes sense, it's up to you whether you listen or not. Six cylinders, you are practicing domineering swords, but since I know that Xu Fengnian is really the son of the murderous Xu Xiao, then I believe even more that the so-called domineering cannot be truly ruthless, because I believe that if you can teach a son like Xiaonian, the king of Beiliang who has settled down in the Spring and Autumn Period must be a good old man. Besides, Cuihua, Beiliang You can learn from Concubine Liang's Birth Sword and Birth Sword, but I can't tell you how to reverse it, I'm going to use my brains, anyway, you're smart besides being smart, I don't know anything about kendo, it's all just figuring it out."
Wu Liuding scolded: "You boy tell me your last words? I don't like to hear them!"
Wen Hua shook his head and said: "Why should I die? I still have to find a wife and have a baby. My brother didn't live up to it. He gave birth to a bunch of girls with no handles in their crotches. I still have to count on me to pass on the incense. I'll go back to my hometown right now. Go to the small restaurant, chopped green onion noodles, I am good at it, but unfortunately pickled cabbage noodles, I guess no one in my family likes to eat it, it can make your teeth sour, so you are willing to eat six pots. Cuihua, let me tell you the truth, six pots are good, Don't think that he is not as good as you, only a worthless man is reliable. Also, don't come to me in the future, I am ashamed, and I can't afford to lose that man. When my injury is almost healed, find a place to put me down, part ways, and go our separate ways. Go your own way. By the way, six cylinders, I can't afford to pay you the money I owe you in the capital, but no matter how you look at it, I will treat you as a younger brother, and if you are not polite to you, I will marry you later Daughter-in-law, you two owe the red envelope."
Wu Liuding snorted, but his eyes were a little astringent.
Wen Hua stretched out his single arm, rubbed his face, only to realize that he was full of tears, grinned, and shouted to the capital with all his strength: "Xiao Nian, let's bid farewell to you, I know you, I've known you all my life No loss! You kid will be so fucking useless in the future, you won’t be number one in the world, if you count your brother’s share together, I won’t recognize you as a brother!”
Wen Hua laughed hard and said: "That's just to say, how can I not treat you as a brother."
Wen Hua waved his hand, "Xiao Nian, let's go."
He is gentle, an unknown guy who became a prodigal in the mud, went to the rivers and lakes, walked shoulder to shoulder with the young man when he was in trouble, was called a son, rode that bad horse and a mule, and practiced two times. Sword, after the last breath of quackery, I have never been sorry to my brother, this life is worth it!
Wen Hua felt a little sleepy, closed his eyes, and slightly raised the corners of his mouth.
Because before he fell asleep, he remembered the crooked tunes he hummed together that year.
The steamed buns are white, white, not as white as Gu Liang's chest.
The tip of the lotus is turned up and up, but it can't raise the girl's buttocks.
…
Wen Hua didn't know that in the capital, there was a man running wildly on the central axis royal road like a madman, with white hair all over his head.
He swept up the top of the city.
"Wen Hua, I'll fuck with your ancestors for eighteen generations, who the hell allowed you not to practice swords!"
A sword was ruthlessly thrown out of the capital by him.
"Don't pull it down, I will treat it as if I don't have this sword!"
The white-haired man lost the Chunqiu handle.
He lowered his head, his eyes blurred with tears, his lips trembled, and he choked up softly, unable to cry.
"Whoever approves you not to practice swords, I will not allow it. We agreed to make everyone dare not look down on our brothers together."
"You are stupid. We used to be very familiar with defrauding people and making money. You didn't know how to pretend to kill me? So what if Xu Fengnian stabbed you Wen Hua with a sword? In that year, how many times did I not pretend to be a villain to help you? Trick those little girls?"
"You are allowed to be my brother, and I am not allowed to be your brother? Are you a brother like this?"
Xu Fengnian cried hoarsely, crying and crying, bending over.