Perhaps because he really couldn't stand the self-righteous croaking of those outsiders, the young man rolled his eyes fiercely. He wore a Guangling knife wrapped in green silk, which was imitated by the third generation Xu family knife in Beiliang, and its sharpness was inferior to the first one. The Xu Dao of the first generation is lighter than the second generation. Relatively speaking, it is the most similar to the third generation Xu Dao. It is suspected of mediocrity, but experts in the art of war know that there is no best sword in the world, only the sword that is most suitable for their own soldiers. , Just like the source of soldiers in the northwestern part of the dynasty, they are often tall, long arms, and outstanding in physical strength, while Guangling Road is inferior. This is an inherent disadvantage, and it can be changed without human and financial resources. The art of raising soldiers is indeed the best among feudal lords, otherwise, no matter how thick-skinned this fat pig is, he would not be shameless enough to compete with Beiliang for the title of the best soldier in the world. Guangling Road has the latest armor of the Liyang Dynasty War Horse also quietly produced the latest Guangling Knife, but it has not yet been released on a large scale. The young man hangs on to a new knife that has not been made public. The name will be chosen between Chun Xue Knife and Yilou Knife. It can be seen that Zhao Yi and the high-level generals of Guangling Road have high hopes for this knife. Just as the young man was about to speak out, he glared at the man who neither wore a knife nor was arty, and immediately silenced himself, holding a bowl of wine sullenly, unable to vomit quickly, what a pain.
A servant hurried into the inn and whispered beside the unremarkable man. The man nodded, got up and went straight to Xu Fengnian's table. Many, why not come to my side to do things, except for the women who follow me who are reluctant to give away, Song Mouxiang can give away anything."
Xu Fengnian asked: "But Song Li, General Hengjiang of Chunxuelou?"
The man was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect his identity to be seen through at a glance. The old man in Chinese clothes next to him said just now that he had a good demeanor. A master, this makes the man amazed. You must know that the old man with eyes higher than the top is in Guangling Dao. He is as famous as the former number one person in the southeast, Chai Qingshan. The uncle of Song Nianqing, the suzerain of Yuejianchi, was previously attached to the vassal king Zhao Yi. Due to the reputation of the sect, he had to be "expelled" by Dongyue Jianchi. Now that Song Nianqing died unexpectedly, Chai Qingshan was respectfully invited back to Jianchi , to preside over the affairs. In this way, the old servant next to him is the well-deserved No. 1 master of Guangling Dao. The old man's name is very common, called Wang Fu, but he has already reached the realm of knives, and he is even famous before Gu Jiantang. It can be said that Gu Jiantang is among the top ten in the world. I have never fallen out of the martial arts review since then. I used to step on the shoulders of this old man. The old man treasured the famous knife "Kezhu", nicknamed "Ghost under the Wrist". There are only a handful of people who are really proud of their sword skills, among them Gu Jiantang is the first, and Mao Shulang, a native of southern Xinjiang who has been going strong for nearly 20 years after Jiazi's old age, has completely sealed the sword, and his successors No one, just teasing flowers, grass, fish and insects, Wang Fu has taken advantage of the trend to rise one place, ranking in front of Beiliang Yuan Zuozong, who has abandoned knives for many years. Part of the reason is that this person was very poor in martial arts when he was young. He avoided fighting and was timid when he encountered a master. Before the war, someone kidnapped the man's wife and children, and when he showed up, he threw out a thumb of the opponent's youngest son. The peaceful enemy, who had always had the sword intent, lost his emotional support, and finally died under Wang Fu's sword. Even after getting old, he still disrespects the old and has a very evil temper. The number of swordsmanship is in the deceitful way, and he is particularly diligent in slaughtering those talented juniors. It is almost like seeing a painful killer once.
It has been years since Wang Fu had the chance to pull out the coughing bead knife. Just now, he intended to kill someone, so he just wanted to find a way to relieve his boredom. If he missed it, he really ran into a tricky expert, Song Li, the first-class dignitary in Guangling Dao In front of the battle, a foreigner who single-handedly ventured into the rivers and lakes can't make waves. When the time comes, he can be captured and sharpened slowly. Wang Fu has done a lot of such shady activities in these years of attachment to the court. However, Song Li, who was recently named General Hengjiang by the imperial court, had his own plans. He didn't follow the meaning of this master of swordsmanship, but he had the heart to attract people. Women and rivers and lakes masters have always had a strong habit of collecting these two objects, and they are only regarded as icing on the cake instead of charcoal in the snow. When they are in the hands, whenever they are remembered, they can look at them for a few times and feel satisfied. Just like this time when Wang Xianzhi let out his words and never returned to the city, Wudi City lost the last life-saving talisman, and many unseen martial arts masters were collected by Song Li who was close to the water, and Song Li never cared about their quality. Sex is good or bad.
Song Li laughed at Yan Yan, but Wang Fu didn't dare to take it lightly. There are countless heretics in the Jianghu, and God knows if the remnants of Xichu's gang are eyeing the newly named General Hengjiang. If Song Li is tricked, Chun Xue When Lou was employing people, he lost a lucky general before the war started, and Zhao Yi, the feudal lord, had to skin himself. Everyone in Chunxuelou knew that Song Li had the hottest power and position today. Being capable was one thing. Yi regards Song Li as a character who will share the same blessings and hardships with him, which is even more crucial. Lu Shengxiang, an old man of Chunxuelou who is deeply in the city, may not have no grievances about this.
Xu Fengnian glanced at the "ghost under the wrist" Wang Fu who was holding his eyes, and quickly looked away. Song Li waited for a while, but he didn't get a reply. He laughed at himself and didn't hide his regret, and said slowly: "Song, a little miscellaneous general, since he didn't get into the eyes of the young master, he hopes to meet again someday. You can have a good meal. Mr. Song still has some urgent matters at the moment, so he won't disturb the young master's interest in drinking tea. From now on, as long as the young master travels around the rivers and lakes on Guangling Road, no matter how big or small it is, he only needs someone to send a message to the mansion , Song will definitely follow the transmission."
Song Li lightly clasped his fists and left with a smile. Not only did he not try to bully others, but he thought that he did not have a deep background. It was not because the young princes present here were blind and did not know the real Buddha. Such a humble corporal, even if he doesn't thank Dade, he will inevitably feel good about him. Xu Fengnian also put down his teacup when Song Li cupped his fists to say goodbye, stood up and watched him go away. The diners at the nearby tables were terrified when they heard this conversation that the two sides had not intentionally concealed. Looking at Xu Fengnian again, it was like looking at a fool who didn't know what to do.
Walking out of the door, Song Li asked softly as he walked down the steps: "Old Wang, have you ever identified this son's cultivation level clearly?"
Wang Fu took out a spice porcelain bottle from his sleeve, unscrewed the lid, lowered his head and sniffed it, and said sadly, "It's strange, this old man intentionally vented his murderous intentions, but this kid didn't deliberately pretend to be a fool." Crazy, I stopped twisting the cup immediately after I noticed it, but there was no movement after that. Could it be that I have been a teacher of Daoist Daoist since childhood, otherwise I don’t have this concentration. Ordinary masters can maintain a stable posture because of the sudden murderous aura. Changing, pretending to be as stable as Mount Tai, but the subtle changes in the pupils and the speed of the movement of the air are hard to hide. But the old man can confirm one thing, watching his coherent gestures of raising the cup, holding the cup and putting the cup, this kid must be a person with a knife."
Song Li smiled, "Usually, Elder Wang would kill as soon as he wanted to, but now it's different. Many things may affect the whole body at a stroke. It's better to have one more thing than one less thing."
Wang Fu grudgingly hummed, put away the bottle, as if not killing someone would be tantamount to accumulating a meritorious deed, and said with a smile: "That kid probably doesn't know that he wandered around the gate of hell."
Song Li got on his horse, and seven or eight riders rushed to the military town a few miles away. The scouts sent a message about the military. There was a pair of women there who were extremely interesting. Let him, the Hengjiang general, go around. Song Li can't be said to be angry, but just feels chewy. Song Li naturally knows the temper of his tiger and wolf army. He raises soldiers as jackals and doesn't eat people. If so, how do you kill people on the battlefield? There are many thieves and thieves in the mountains and forests to the north of Guangling Road. Among them, there are six or seven bandits with more than a hundred horse thieves. After becoming a cunning hummer thief who is extremely difficult to kill, many recruits kept in the dark were sent to fight with them in batches, feeding each other with combat power, and death is in vain.
Galloping on the street, Song Li suddenly said with emotion: "Who can believe that Wang Xianzhi will die at the hands of that person?"
Wang Fu, who had always been defiant, looked gloomy, "If someone hadn't recognized Lou Huang who was carrying the corpse of Old Monster Wang, no one would have believed it."
Song Li asked with a smile: "Isn't Xu the new number one in the world?"
Wang Fu never sees good things from others, so he sneered and said, "Even if the young vassal king survived, most of his life would be gone, maybe every year he would spend Wudang's potions of panacea to hang himself, and even be the number one in the world!" One! From the perspective of this old man, most likely Wang Xianzhi died, but in fact, it was the best of Beiliang's elite, plus some unknown hidden dead men, who managed to kill Wang Xianzhi by luck."
Song Li smiled lightly, noncommittal.
Here at the inn, Xu Fengnian returned to the house and had nothing to do, so he let the nine flying swords go out of his sleeves. Not only did he not control the flying swords with Qi, he didn't even have the slightest "rest assured" about them. The mysterious vocabulary in the secret book of the Wu Family Sword Tomb is used to explain how to control the sword with energy to a higher level, that is, "where the heart is tied, what the sword tip points to". A perfect sword embryo. But at this time, the nine flying swords in the room are not only living creatures that have become sword embryos, but also like enlightened children who have been bestowed with spiritual wisdom by an immortal.
In terms of physical toughness, after the battle with Wang Xianzhi, he was completely destroyed and suffered a lot of disasters. Xu Fengnian is far inferior to the masters of the Vajra Realm in the Jianghu. In the Profound Realm, but the current Xu Fengnian is not easy to use common sense to speculate. At that time, after killing Zhao Huangchao, he wanted to go to Wudi City based on his intuition. At first, out of caution, he thought of going to Huishan to find Xuanyuan Qingfeng, the leader of the martial arts alliance, as a bodyguard. Of course, he wanted to make a big deal with her at the same time, otherwise he would open Not this mouth. However, Xuanyuan Qingfeng didn't want to "have an affair" with him or Beiliang, so Xu Fengnian didn't try to make things difficult for others, but when he got close to Xuanyuan Qingfeng, a top expert, and confronted him quietly, Xu Fengnian was surprised to find one thing, that is, Not only is Fei Jian spontaneously ready to move, but also he has an inexplicable arrogance for no reason, Xu Fengnian is no stranger to this, it is the aura that the "self" and Wang Xianzhi had eight hundred years ago, against the world and still invincible.
In the past, Xu Fengnian was aware of this state of mind, but he was intentional or unintentional, or intentional and powerless. But after the First World War, especially when he left Huishan alone, and the closer he got to the East China Sea, he often couldn't suppress some "unintentional actions", just like flying at this time. The sword wandered happily without a trace, like a duck in water. Xu Fengnian could clearly perceive their joy, and even felt that he could have a dialogue with them.
Xu Fengnian said to himself: "Nasumi, the mustard seed of the Buddhist school, and the universe hidden in the sleeve of the Taoist school, are not like it."
The Flying Sword made a sudden turn in front of Xu Fengnian's eyes, as if to say hello, then disappeared in a flash, and flew out of the window.
Xu Fengnian walked out of the house, went downstairs and left the inn with his usual expression, and walked outside the town.
As a result, I saw Song Li sitting high on horseback from a distance. It seemed that two young women had gotten into trouble on the post road. One was tall and heroic, with a sword out of its sheath. Her strength was still a little off, and behind her she was protecting a woman with a graceful figure who looked more like a lady from the south of the Yangtze River. However, it should be because he lost a martial arts contest with others for a while, and his arm drooped, shaking slightly uncontrollably, so he temporarily changed his hand to hold the sword.
Song Li remained silent, while the young squire with a green silk knife wrapped around his horse hooved lightly, with a complacent attitude, the knife was out of its sheath, and spun gently, while the horse leisurely circled around the two desperate women.
Xu Fengnian stood in the green shade of the inconspicuous post road, and heard the swordsman, who was obviously a northern woman, sarcastically said: "I thought Guangling Road was not a nest of snakes and rats, after all, even the capital knew that there was a guy named Song Li, He keeps saying that once the power is in his hands, he will kill all the dogs of the people. Unexpectedly, it is better to see it than to hear it, and he is just a picky bastard who robs the women of the people."
Song Li smiled lightly when he heard the words, and finally said: "Women Xia, you wounded twenty soldiers with your own ability. I would have nothing to say, but Liang Meigong fought with you in an open and honest fight. He lost, let him go here. If you lose, you hand over the woman behind you, and you are willing to gamble and admit defeat. It is only right and proper. You Xia is a good swordsman, but the gamble seems to be not very good."
Hearing this, Xu Fengnian was about to turn around and leave.
The graceful woman behind the sword girl was about to speak, but she stopped her with her eyes. She turned her head and stared at Song Li.
Song Li smiled and said: "Don't say anything. If you lose, you follow me. You and I know that without your escort, in the current world, the woman behind you will not be able to walk for three miles. She will not be a good person." But he is an honest person, and he can explain to the two girls that as soon as she passes through the gate of the Song family, he will let her go and never touch a single hair of her hair. It doesn't matter if she doesn't move her body, but from now on, she will be regarded as the general's woman."
The tall and heroic woman sneered and said, "Song Li, do you have the ability to go to Gyeonggi to say this kind of stupid talk?"
Song Li waved his hands on the horse's back, laughed and said, "How dare you do that."
Song Li gradually suppressed his smile, and made it clear with one sentence, "Whether it's you or the woman behind you, they are not small family jade jade, I guess they are ladies from Tai'an City, but since you have entered the village, you have to do as the Romans do. No matter how old you are The golden branches and jade leaves, I can eat them all, and they can still not show their traces afterwards. So think carefully, don't really annoy the general."
The woman carrying the sword let out a foul breath, and said in a deep voice, "I came to Guangling Road to find Zhao Zhu."
On this trip to Beijing, besides wanting to wander the rivers and lakes alone, she is indeed planning to meet the young man who likes to build Beijing.
The woman behind her is a close friend in the boudoir, but the one who met was a childhood sweetheart, a heartbroken man. After the family change, the man who had a bright future disappeared for no reason. Finally, he found a clue for her. This time, he gritted his teeth and secretly Leaving Tai'an City is enough to be called a rebellious act. After returning, there is no way to step out of the capital in this life. And this time she pulled herself to meet the man, and she didn't get rejected, but it was more heartbreaking than this. The man actually said that he had already negotiated a marriage, and he was going to take root in that poor little place. If she didn't believe him, the man made an appointment with that strange woman who was inferior to her in everything. Let's not talk about her life experience, her appearance, talent, love and vision were not worth mentioning, but when she saw the man standing with the village woman When they were together, she gave up a little bit, because she looked at the pair of men and women who were extremely mismatched, and knew that he really liked her.
The woman who has learned swordsmanship from the leader of kendo for many years is not as calm as her face. The old man beside General Hengjiang is unfathomable, so she chose that young servant as a bet. However, in the real fight, not only would she lose, but if the man hadn't been merciful, she would have died here. Although she reneged on the agreement and violated her will, how could she just watch her close friend go to the dragon's pond and tiger's lair? As Song Li himself said, if he crossed the threshold of his family, he would have no reputation at all. What's the benefit of killing the general of the local snake in Guangling with thousands of swords and ransacking his family and exterminating his ancestors? It's just that she still doesn't want to reveal the identities of the two of them, she doesn't want to, and she doesn't dare.
Song Li was slightly taken aback, his eyes burning hot, "Zhao Zhu, the son of King Yanchi?"
She knew something was wrong, so she just kept silent.
There are always some men in the world who disdain rules and prefer a woman's identity more than her own appearance. Tai'an City is the most benevolent place in the world, and it is also the most filthy place. She has been exposed to it too much. Some honorable children, what kind of watery girls can't get hooked up with, but they just love those big houses and deep courtyards that are obviously old. He is proud of the women in the village, and he gathers with his friends in private as a conversation piece, comparing with whoever abducts the lady who has been abducted. She had just heard that those bastards not only treated women with ebony shafts as playthings, but even noble ladies with jade shafts and rhino horn shafts dared to seduce them.
Hearing the name Zhao Zhu, Xu Fengnian, who had already walked a few steps, stopped and raised his hand to pick off a willow branch with lush willow leaves.
Xu Fengnian didn't intend to approach, but he also didn't intend to stand by and watch.
Wang Fu thought that it was his fate that he, the second best swordsman in the world, didn't make a move in the inn.
Soon he lost this confidence.
A willow leaf passed by.
Such as cutting tofu with a knife, cutting off the new Guangling knife in Liang Meigong's hand that was not in its green sheath, just after defeating the woman, the proud young swordsman was stunned with a dazed expression on his face.
Wang Fu was the one with the highest state in the field, far superior to everyone else, and he still looked around before deciding that it was the ranger in the shade of the tree who was causing the trouble. The reason why Wang Fu had the weird nickname of ghost under the wrist was that he handled the knife like a wrist. With the help of ghosts and gods, he is one of the few strange people in the world who can ignore the opponent's higher level. Even if Wang Fu's martial arts talent is placed among the geniuses, he can still be regarded as outstanding. Even a swordsman like Chai Qingshan would not dare to say that he is sure to beat Wang Fu, especially in a fight that only depends on life and death, Wang Fu's chances of winning may be even greater.
Then everyone on the post road saw an absurd scene. The unattainable ghost Wang Fu first leaned back on the horse's back, as if he had escaped something. Leaping forward, with a light tap of the toes on the horse's belly, the strong horse flew sideways and flew out in the air. Wang Fu, who was wearing the saber leisurely, and Wang Fu, who was actually holding the saber, were completely two people. Although the old man hadn't drawn his sword out of its sheath, when he was running forward, his momentum was like a rainbow, but for some reason, the old man rushed out six or seven feet, then was forced to retreat two feet, and then continued to press the sword with one hand, bow his head and run , do not walk in a straight line, but slide on the sand like a snake.
The majestic master of swordsmanship, with a ghost on his wrist, rushed forward and backed up like a child playing with a child. After repeating this many times, everyone finally realized that the culprit should be the cool guy in the distance who couldn't see his face clearly.
It's just that no one still knows why Wang Fu used such a superfluous way of advancing, not even Liang Meigong who broke the knife.
When Wang Fu finally came to a place a hundred paces away from the young man, still holding the handle of the knife, he was caught by the ghost, and saw the man casually throw away the dry willow branch in his hand, Without the slightest movement, a willow branch above the man's head suddenly straightened, snapped, and fell rapidly, just in time to be held by the man.
Wang Fu stopped suddenly.
It is not only a show of favor, but also a sign of weakness.
Wang Fu is different from many top experts in that he has never set foot in Wudi City once in his life.
After he became famous in his prime, he didn't have the title of ghost under the wrist at that time, but "the king never dies" with mixed praise and criticism, because he would kill people when he confronted the enemy, and the one who lived would be his Wang Fu. He never provoked people who might kill people. Killing his own enemy, so Wang Fu has never lost once in this life, even though he and Chai Qingshan have been close for many years, there has never been a single martial arts exchange between the two. Over the past ten years, Wang Fu has not used many knives, but once ten years ago, even though he was wearing the "Cough Pearl", one of the top ten famous knives in the world, he faced a young man, They still retreated without a fight, and not long after that, not only Wang Fu knew who the sacred young man who neither wore a sword nor a knife was, it can be said that the whole world knew, the Peach Blossom Sword God, Tai Ah Deng!
This time, Wang Fu still ignored the face of the top masters and martial arts seniors, and chose not to draw his sword.
It's not that he feels that he has no chance of winning, but that once he draws his sword, he will be in an endless situation.
The two met by chance, and they had no mortal feud. If they were facing Gu Jiantang, the old man would have the urge to fight regardless of life or death.
After all, everyone who practiced swords wanted to climb over the mountain of Deng Tai'a, and the person who practiced swords was Gu Jiantang. As for the more general martial arts practitioners, there should be no wishful thinking to defeat Wang Xianzhi.
Wang Fu did not believe that Wang Xianzhi died at the hands of the young vassal surnamed Xu alone.
Wang Fu stopped where he was, feeling a little depressed. There are too many young masters in the Jianghu, and it is not rare to die at his own hands, but it seems like weeds, spring wind blows and regenerates.
The young boy who had been underestimated by him before didn't make any progress, but he twirled the willow branches with two fingers, and it didn't seem like he would take the initiative to shake hands and make peace.
It was as if he was waiting for Wang Fu to take the initiative to strike.
This junior who came out of nowhere is too defiant!
Wang Fu's mind fluctuated several times, but he still didn't pull out the Guangling knife from his waist.
If you really want to fight to the death, if you don't carry the cough bead knife, you will feel weak after all.
Song Li stood out and came to Wang Fu's side. The bold and bold General Hengjiang said with a complicated expression, "No wonder this young master doesn't want to pay attention to Song."
The cool breeze was blowing, the willow leaves were dense, and it seemed that the shade was deep. The young man remained silent.
Song Li smiled, "Since the young master makes the move, Song is not a fool who doesn't hit the south wall and doesn't look back, as long as the two women are in Guangling Road east of Comb County, Song will promise them a safe journey, how about it? "
Song Li couldn't see the man's face under the green shade clearly, but Wang Fu, who was facing a formidable enemy, saw it clearly. The guy smiled lightly, but it was very playful.
Song Li turned his head, then suddenly lifted the reins of the horse, turned the horse's head, faced more than a hundred elite Qingqi soldiers, and raised his arms, signaling to retreat.
Although Wang Fu's five fingers were off the handle, he never turned around, and his body was turned upside down.
The riders rode their horses for a distance, and Liang Meigong was shocked to see the bleeding groove on General Song Li's cheek.
Liang Meigong asked cautiously: "General, do you want to mobilize a thousand cavalry to encircle and suppress this person?"
Song Li didn't nod, but asked Wang Fu, "Old Wang, is a thousand rides enough?"
Wang Fu sneered and said: "A thousand riders can kill a wooden stake that does not move. No matter how hard the stake is, it is probably enough. After all, there are many masters in the world, but there are not many land gods like Li Chungang. But what do you think? Will the fellow stand still and face a thousand cavalry with us?"
Song Li didn't become angry, but asked with a smile: "Why don't you use all three thousand riders, and then beg Mr. Wang to block that man's retreat?"
Wang Fu sneered and said, "Is it worth it for two girls of unknown origin? Take a step back and say, the identity of the little girls from the two northern places is not easy to estimate, so you are not afraid of getting a fuss after eating it? This It's not the blood on your face that you can wipe off if you want to."
Song Li sighed, "Yes."
Wang Fu probably also realized that he had lost his composure. He shouldn't be so pedantic in front of Song Li. He took out the delicate porcelain bottle containing the spices and made ooze, sniffed it vigorously, and said with a pleasant face, "Our Emperor, His Majesty, still has to think about it." One Cao Qingyi was worried, fearing that he would suddenly appear on the bedside one day. General Song, I know that you didn’t pay much attention to power in the Jianghu before. You only thought of raising cats and dogs for fun. It’s easy to say, now that I can say it, it’s said that every man’s blood splashed ten steps when he was angry, maybe someone will say why Cao Changqing tried to break into the palace so many times, but failed, and why the Xu family slaughtered all the enemies in the world, and they still died of old age. This is not because the masters of the rivers and lakes are not up to the task, but Taian City used to have not only the Han Diao Temple, but also the Liuhao Master, and now there is a large group of gatekeepers headed by the Wu Family Jianzhong, Beiliang is no exception, Xu Yan Bing, Yuan Zuozong, which one is not the enemy of ten thousand? In the end, it depends on who can be one foot taller than the devil. In the past twenty years, there have been too many masters who did not respect the rules and did not spare their lives. They all died, but Not at the hands of soldiers, but at the hands of other masters."
Speaking of this, Wang Fu, the ghost under the wrist, joked: "Could it be that General Song wants me to be like a housemaid, guarding your room day and night? Even if the old man is willing, General Song's ladies and wives will not be happy either." .”
Song Li pressed his thumb lightly on the wound and smiled.
Beside him was the young woman who walked together, only because of her pair of long eyes, Song Li was attracted by Song Li, and her family was spared the gold and silver needed for crossing the border. She was just a concubine, which was equivalent to selling tens of thousands of taels of silver The high price, and an additional friendship with Song Li, a celebrity in power in Guangling Dao, not only the gentry, but also the women are also happy. Ordinary marriages must pay attention to the right family, how dare you expect an imperial court? The bestowed General Hengjiang
Song Li turned his head sideways, stared at the unknown woman, and said with a smile, "If you look at the general's wound one more time, your eyes will be cut off."
The woman who was only slightly familiar with riding skills and her face turned pale due to bumps suddenly turned pale with fright.
The pair of women on the post road were like another village, but when they wanted to go up to thank them, the hero disappeared in the blink of an eye.
The timid woman held her heart, panting coquettishly, and after a while she said in fear: "Gao Xia, why don't we go back to the capital?"
The tall woman put the sword back into its sheath and said softly: "When I see Zhao Zhu, I will send you back."
Only by looking closely can one realize that she has a pair of emerald green eyes.
Zhang Shoufu with purple beard and blue eyes.
Women don't have to, but blue eyes are similar.
She is also a native of the capital, so her identity is not difficult to guess, the daughter of Zhang Julu, Zhang Gaoxia.
And the woman next to Zhang Gaoxia is a real relative of the emperor, the most golden branch and jade leaf in the world, she is in love with the young phoenix of the Song family, and Zhang Gaoxia just happened to be walking in the rivers and lakes, so she sneaked out of Tai'an City. It was like going out for a spring outing. There were occasional disturbances, but there were no dangers. Zhang Gaoxia's swordsmanship made things right. Before they entered Guangling Road, they even went to Wudi City to watch the excitement, because after Wang Xianzhi left the city, she was in the groom's building. The disciples of Desolate Forest Crow also abandoned the city and traveled far away. There was no one to suppress the masters in the city, so they didn't dare to make mistakes at first. The cavalry army was stationed outside the city, and it stopped for a while, but the inner city wall full of weapons suffered. Even if there was an old servant of the royal family in the inner city to take care of it, it still lost a few famous swords and knives every day , but for the time being, not a single weapon inserted high on the city wall has been stolen. Even though Zhang Gaoxia took her to Wudi City to relax, he also had a selfish desire to witness the magical weapons on the wall at close range. She is a swordsman, and she stood under the wall for an entire hour to observe, looking for those legends Among the famous swords and ancient swords, there are Huanglu Great Sword, Silverfish Rapier Sword, Dongyue Sword Pond, and Thrushcross Sword hung by a pair of gods and couples three hundred years ago on the high wall of the city. "Jie Jue", and the weird "half-shoulder and small pointed" sword of the Nanhai Guanyin Sect, and the swords "serious" and "rest assured" of the two previous sword crowns of the Wu Family Sword Tomb, countless, dizzying, If it weren't for the close friends in her boudoir who found it boring, Zhang Gaoxia could stay at the base of the wall for a day and a night. Every sword in her hand would mean the defeat of a peerless swordsman and a world-shattering weeping ghost.
The woman asked curiously: "Gao Xia, who is that chivalrous man, do you recognize him? Did you see clearly at that time?"
Zhang Gaoxia shook his head regretfully and said, "No."
The woman sighed, "If we were in Tai'an City, we could still repay the kindness."
Zhang Gaoxia said to himself: "There will be nothing more in Jianghu from now on. If there is one, it will just be one by one dying on the battlefield."
The woman suddenly said angrily: "This is Song Li, it's really disgusting!"
Zhang Gaoxia hesitated for a moment, but still didn't say anything. He once overheard his father commenting on the characters of Guangling, and he mentioned Song Li, the lucky general of the King of Guangling. But listening to his father's tone, Zhao Yi had also noticed something in the past two years, but he still didn't break his face. On the contrary, he valued this man more and more, asking for money, food, soldiers and horses, and gave them all happily. But Song Li didn't obey Zhang Lu, and even Gu Jiantang's Gu Lu, which is now in name only, couldn't command Song Li as before. Zhang Gaoxia privately speculates that this Song Li should be called Zhao Li, and the backers may be the most powerful old people among the group of royal nobles, because these old men who also followed the late emperor to conquer the north and south in the military career are really silent Too many years. Zhang Gaoxia's father, Mr. Shoufu, once revealed secrets to her daughter on a rare occasion, and said with a smile that those old guys who were buried in the loess up to their necks all gritted their teeth and refused to step into the coffin because they had to wait outside the door Two of them died first. Later, when news of Xu Xiao's death and disappearance spread to the capital, Zhang Gaoxia went to the study that was regarded as a forbidden place by his brothers, and found that the outsider had died. The father of the insider was not very happy, but rather lonely.
When she left the house and closed the door, she vaguely heard her father say a word, "Since ancient times, famous generals and ministers, it's hard to die. Xu Xiao won."
Xu Fengnian, who returned to the inn in the town, was not in a hurry to leave. He didn't think about fanfare when he went to the East China Sea this time, but if Guangling Road mistakenly thought that he could take advantage of the fire, he didn't mind learning from Cao Changqing. Zhao Yi, Zhao Biao and his son had a good time reminiscing about the old days. As for Song Li, he naturally knows more and deeper than Zhang Gaoxia. In name, Song Li is the top celebrity in Chunxue Tower. It is even rumored that he squeezed out Lu Shengxiang's position. In fact, there is no such thing. Lu Shengxiang Going to Beijing to be promoted to the Minister of the Ministry of War, it was the court who pried the corner of the wall openly, and Song Li secretly dug the corner of the Chunxue Tower, but I am afraid that Zhao Yi only knew one thing and did not know the other. Emperor Zhao Bing's handwriting, as for who Song Li will be loyal to in the end, people's hearts are repeated, only God knows, and Song Li himself knows.
Since Song Li, a pawn in the hands of many parties, was able to live on his own, he must not have come to this day by luck. As expected, he did not come to the inn to make a big fuss, and Xu Fengnian left the country early the next morning.
In fact, at that time, facing the ghost on the post road, Xu Fengnian would definitely die as long as Wang Fu could get within a foot of him.
But Xu Fengnian was more certain that, given Wang Fu a hundred years, that guy would not be able to walk within ten feet.
Because Wang Fu is not Gu Jiantang after all.
The difference of one step is often the distance between heaven and earth.
The carriage slowly approached the East China Sea.
The sound of the tide is getting heavier.
Except for the relic sword box, Xu Fengnian would take away so many things from Emperor Wu City that it would surprise the whole world.