No one in Wudi City dared to go out of the city, and Xu Fengnian didn't make any progress. He bent his fingers several times, pulled several weapons and swept them away in the air, like the elm pod sword, which was nailed into the ground a few feet in front of Zhou Mu's body, surrounded by big spears. Liang Ze was inserted obliquely in front of a spear master, and a red short knife with a slender waist swept away from the top of the city and fell into the hands of a swordsman. It was scattered, and more than a dozen sharp weapons had new owners. After being shocked for a short time, the dozen or so people, without exception, cupped their fists and bowed to Xu Fengnian outside the city to show their gratitude. This is not just a gift from Xu Fengnian, but also a kind of kindness. Among the crowd, an unknown and thin young man was the most eye-catching. He actually won the sheathed big frost sword. After being dragged away by the knife for dozens of steps, he fell to the ground and hugged Frost Knife tightly, grinning foolishly. No one else could laugh. The young man was born in the city. His parents were a pair of top killers who retired from the world. They died in a bloody attack a few years ago. The young man ran out of the city with a knife on his shoulder. The guy who treats the masters in the city like nothing, said that he will be with the gods in the future, as long as he is willing to teach him how to practice swords, he, Lu Yunchang, is willing to work hard.
Xu Fengnian asked for three spacious carriages. One of them, an old spy from Fushuifang who had been dormant in Emperor Wudi City for many years, surfaced and drove the first carriage. Lu Yunchang had been with the three teachings and nine schools since he was a child in Wudi City. He was proficient in everything and was in charge of the second car. After his apprentice Wang Shengdian who had learned to drive so-so, Xu Fengnian sat beside her and continued to tell her some important things about martial arts. In addition to the carriage, the old spy also had to take care of six extra horses, because the carriage was heavier than expected and needed to change horses frequently.
Four people, three chariots and twelve horses, together with more than 400 weapons, sailed leisurely out of the East China Sea in this way, and then circled a small arc along the southern edge of Pingfan in Gyeonggi Province. When he was at the top of the arc, Xu Fengnian stood on a hilltop near the pass of an isolated city, watching the southern scenery for a long time.
Wang Sheng and Lu Yunchang are two people of the same age who have never been on the right track. Wang Sheng can't understand Lu Yunchang's playful smile, and he doesn't behave properly in front of her master. Lu Yunchang doesn't like the pedantry of this sturdy "boy". As long as they meet, they will quarrel non-stop, but what Lu Yunchang is most afraid of is not the fairy who gave the knife. From the eyes of the smart boy, since he is a master of the land gods, he will naturally not care about him. But that old guy who always likes to whisper to horses, the naughty Lu Yunchang is terrified to death. It's very simple. The old man is a very powerful person in Emperor Wudi's city. I borrowed money from this old man surnamed Liu nicknamed "Oil Seller".
When Xu Fengnian stood on the highest point and looked south, not far away, besides the wooden sword on his waist, Wang Sheng also carried the red sandalwood sword box on his back, and tied the four city heads crookedly with ropes. The swords are the silverfish rapier, the three-inch sword "Zhuyu" cast by the Confucian saint Cao Ye in the old Northern Han Dynasty, the Taoist Sanxian Huang Cishan's talisman sword "Yehe", and the long sword that once pierced the abdomen of the Eastern Yue emperor. The sword "holds the bead". The sword energy was chilling and piercing into the skin, causing Wang Sheng's lips to turn blue. The master didn't say why she had to suffer this, but only told her that she would have to carry an extra sword in half a decade. In contrast, Lu Yunchang was too relaxed and comfortable. He carried the big frosty knife all day long to show off, as if he married a water spirit wife, and he had to sleep in his arms. At this moment, he came to Wang Sheng's side, the boy He has absorbed a lot of habits in the world, and he also knows that seniority is important in the sect. Although he has some conflicts with Wang Sheng, he doesn't want to have a too rigid relationship with this immortal apprentice.
Lu Yunchang asked in a low voice: "Wang Mutou, what is our master looking at?"
Wang Sheng pursed his lips tightly, just staring at the master's silhouette, unwilling to talk to the young man beside him.
Lu Yunchang was used to being ignored by this elm lump, so he asked tirelessly: "Do you know who the elderly swordsman in blue shirt was? The old sword fairy, the number one master of Guangling Daotou, served as a guest secretary for Zhao Yi, and Song Nianqing, the lord of Jianchi, had to call him uncle, or our master would give him back the four swords including Strange Grass? Of course, no Saying that our master is afraid of him, Chai Qingshan, this is the knowledge of human relations between heroes in the world, Wang Mutou, you learn..."
Finally Wang Sheng couldn't help turning his head and staring: "Don't say 'our master', my master never recognized you as an apprentice!"
Lu Yunchang stretched out his hand and patted the scabbard of "Da Shuang", hehe said: "Speaking with conscience, where can I find a talented disciple like me, look at you, you have carried so many swords on your back, and all of them are not as good as me!" A knife is famous."
Wang Sheng simply didn't talk nonsense with him.
The old spy surnamed Liu probably had enough of nagging the horse, walked up to the two children, knelt down, grabbed a handful of soil, held it in his palm, and sniffed it.
One thing fell one thing, Lu Yunchang suddenly fell silent, and sewed his mouth shut himself.
Wang Sheng was not afraid of this taciturn old man, but he couldn't bear to be close to him.
The old man did not deliberately win over the two children who were destined to never have a relationship in their lifetime, but deep down he was really envious of these two very lucky children, and they might not know how great this opportunity is for the time being.
The most powerful feudal lord of the Liyang Dynasty, the King of Beiliang.
He was the warrior who killed Wang Xianzhi with his own hands.
The old man sighed in a low voice for no reason: "It's like sitting in a glazed screen, surrounded by a dense cloth, it's very elegant. These years, it's really difficult for us, the eldest son of a great general."
Wang Sheng didn't hear what the old man was muttering. Lu Yun's ears were sharp, and he couldn't help squatting down and asking, "Mr. Liu, what are you talking about? Tell me?"
The old man turned to rubbing the dirt with his hands, looked into the distance, and said in a nonchalant manner: "It is the most coincidental encounter, but the most difficult to enjoy. Kid, remember to cherish your blessings. There are not many copies of your good luck in the world."
Lu Yunchang remained silent, sitting cross-legged, carrying the Dashuang long knife on his shoulder, resting his hands on the scabbard casually, with firm eyes.
Afterwards, they went straight to the northwest. No one dared to touch this bad luck along the way. Many local first-class gangsters took the initiative to escort the three carriages. At most, they stood respectfully by the side of the road. The young feudal queen on the carriage clasped her fists and bowed to each other. Regardless of her sixtieth age or not, she performed all the etiquette in the world as a junior, just as a familiar face.
When the carriage drove into Hezhou, Wang Sheng had already tied eight swords on his body, like a hedgehog, quite funny.
Today Xu Fengnian was sitting in the carriage with the surname Liu spyzi, chatting gossip about the Spring and Autumn Wars, the old spy who had given up his real name for half his life, looked at the very unfamiliar Northwest Fengzhi, and said with a soft smile: "It's already three years old. Dustpan loess has two dustpans on the body, I never thought that I could come back alive and smell the wind and sand here. When I get older, even if I can dream about this place, the old people and old things will become blurred.”
Xu Fengnian said calmly: "Wudi City is no longer the center of southeast espionage, and Beimang will invade south soon, and you are needed here even more."
The old man nodded and said: "Take ten thousand steps back, as long as you can die here, it is better than anything else."
Xu Fengnian smiled and said, "Master often mentioned you when he was alive."
The old man said with emotion: "There are green mountains and green waters in the southeast, but it's cold even though it's warm-hearted. On the northwest side, it's freezing cold, but it doesn't feel cold."
Xu Fengnian smiled and said: "No wonder Master always said that you like to drop book bags, and privately called you a sour seller."
The old man froze for a moment, then laughed loudly.
The old man suddenly looked solemn, Xu Fengnian waved his hand and said, "Go ahead, don't wait for me."
A thin old man appeared on the post road, his hands were empty, but his sword intent was so strong that he almost re-entered the land god Li Chungang.
Xu Fengnian got out of the carriage and moved forward slowly, while the three carriages passed the inconspicuous old man.
When Xu Fengnian came to a distance of about ten feet between the two, the old man took a step back intentionally or unintentionally, and Xu Fengnian also stopped.
Xu Fengnian asked: "The mound owner didn't bring a sword?"
The calm-looking old man didn't speak, but just stared at the young man who turned the rivers and lakes upside down.
The old man finally said slowly: "You are going downhill."
Xu Fengnian said indifferently: "It's a reasonable thing. The mound owner deserves to have chosen a good place and a good time."
The old man smiled and said, "Have you picked a good opponent yet?"
Xu Fengnian said nothing, but there was a sneer at the corner of his mouth.
Wu Jianzhong, the current patriarch, the true master of the world's second most famous sword, Su Wangjian, Wu Jian.
An old man who has almost never competed with the masters outside the Kuzuo in his life, but has become a well-deserved master of swordsmanship.
To be honest, Xu Fengnian and the old man are still related, but when his mother abandoned her identity as a sword crown and violated the Wu clan rules, the face of the sword servant's aunt was slashed with countless sword qi, so she had to cover her face. noodle. Xu Fengnian told this mother that he liked the old man who went to Jianzhong Mountain year after year to count and wash his swords and sharpen his swords, and he didn't have the slightest affection for him.
Li Chungang once went to Jianzhong to get the sword and wooden horse ox.
Deng Tai'a is the illegitimate son of the Wu family. He also fends for himself on the Sword Mountain, and finally establishes his own family, raises Feijian by himself, and becomes the Peach Blossom Sword God.
Two generations of swordsman leaders in the world failed to avoid the tomb where countless famous swordsmen were buried.
Perhaps because of Li Chungang in the front and Deng Tai'a in the back, none of the old men on the post road can be called the first person in the way of swordsmanship, but there are absolutely few people who can take it lightly.
In the past, only Wang Xianzhi could do it.
Xu Fengnian, who was better than Wang Xianzhi at the beginning, can also do it, but he can't do it now.
The old man was introverted, without the slightest demeanor of a master, smiling, as if chatting with the younger generation, and asked kindly: "You ask me why I didn't come with a sword?"
Xu Fengnian frowned, and soon felt relieved.
The old man finally took a step forward.
When people come, swords come.
Does it matter if you have Su Wang Sword or not