The three carriages were ordered to stay away from the turmoil, but they did not go away. The old spy with the most experience in the world quickly stopped the horse and got off the carriage. Standing side by side, Lu Yunchang saw Wang Sheng was sweating profusely, his lips were bluish purple, and his body couldn't stop shaking. Lu Yunchang was about to laugh at the boy's cowardice, but he saw seven swords tied to his body, each quietly unsheathed for more than an inch , especially the "goose yellow" on Wang's back a few days before his death. Lu Yunchang was well-informed, and he knew many bizarre anecdotes in Wudi City. He roughly guessed why the fairy brother wanted Wang Sheng to add a sword every once in a while. The more the fetus is better, the more the better, and it can be said that it is well-intentioned to sharpen a natural and strong sword intent.
The old spy said in a deep voice: "Wang Sheng, try to use your own spirit to suppress the eerhuang sword energy. If you want to practice a good sword, you have to be a person who is controlling the sword, not being controlled by the sword, and being controlled by the sword." Be customer-oriented.”
The pale-faced Wang Sheng tried his best to nod, but unfortunately he couldn't catch it, the goose-yellow sword aura became more and more intense, and the brilliance lingered around Wang Sheng's waist, as if the girl was wearing a topaz belt. The spy Liu frowned, knowing that these famous swords were drawn by the old man at the post road, Wang Sheng was just a beginner in the way of swordsmanship, so naturally he couldn't restrain himself. The old spy thought that by stopping here, he would be able to deliver weapons to the young feudal lord in the shortest possible time, and also have enough distance to resist the old man's sword intent. The old spy sighed inwardly, it is true that the master of swordsmanship is too old-fashioned, and Wang Sheng is too immature.
Lu Yunchang asked curiously: "Mr. Liu, who is that guy in his fifties or sixties? It is worthy of me and Wang Sheng's immortal master? At that time, even Chai Qingshan was very polite, and he didn't dare to show off the seniors in the world. shelf."
The old spy sneered and said: "Chai Qingshan, regardless of sword intent and swordsmanship, can't compare with the one in front of him, let alone sixties, he is an old man in his nineties!"
Lu Yunchang was shocked and said: "Chai Qingshan, the number one person in the southeast of the dynasty, can't compare to it? How many swordsmen in the world can scare people like this, and that old man doesn't look like the peach blossom sword god Deng Tai'a, I heard that Deng Jian God is very young, even if he didn't carry a peach blossom branch, he would most likely ride a donkey around."
The old spy said in a serious tone: "It's the owner of the sword mound of the Wu family. In terms of seniority, your master should call the old man grandpa."
Lu Yunchang is most annoyed by those who practice swords in the martial arts. After decades of practice, they may not be able to achieve great results. They don't have the courage to use swords and drag them away. It's refreshing to play with swords. Surrounded by clouds and mists, the boy only heard that a large group of half-dead withered swordsmen sat there.
The old spy kept looking at Wang Sheng while he was talking, and saw that her knowledge was still too shallow, not only could she not suppress the goose-yellow sword aura, but she was still quiet except for the silverfish, dogwood, wild crane and four swords. The two new negative swords with the young man showed signs of turmoil completely out of the sheath, and the old spy felt a little regretful. The first time the child sharpened the sword by chance, he failed to face the difficulties. It is especially unfavorable for future practice. The old spy waited for a while, not wanting the battle of spirits between Wang Shengren and Jianzhi to collapse, so he planned to retreat with a loud voice. At this moment, Wang Sheng seemed very annoyed, he lowered his head to stare at the most restless goose yellow, and reprimanded: "Be obedient!"
Lu Yunchang rolled his eyes, and the old spy didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but the two of them were surprised to find that the famous sword had really quieted down, and the sword energy was restrained by seven or eight points, returning to the sheath, and all the remaining points fluttered up, circling around the king's sword. The ten fingers of a child circulate endlessly, and a girl is like twisting yellow flowers with her fingertips.
The corner of Lu Yunchang's mouth twitched, and he said helplessly, "This is okay?"
Although the old spy's face is calm, his heart is terrified. In every generation of Jianghu, there will be a handful of geniuses born out of nowhere, and among these few, Buddhism and Taoism are the most mysterious. It is rumored that Qi Xuan frame has the mysterious power of "prophecy" Back then, when he fought against the six heavenly demons of Zhulu Mountain with his own power on the Demon Slaying Stage, three of them died under the words of Dazheng Qi, and the white-clothed monks of the Liangchan Temple are said to have a secret "mantra". Can decide life and death. As for the people in the way of swordsman, they can make many famous swords with spiritual energy give birth to the meaning of intimacy, which is called the birth of natural swords. While the old spy was relieved, he also inevitably laughed at himself. When he was young, he was also regarded as an outstanding talent by many seniors, but he had never been taught by a real master, so that his interests dictated him, and what he learned was mixed but not perfect. Martial arts go further. Regardless of qualifications, whether there is a leader or not often determines the level of achievement.
The old spy hesitated for a moment, and said, "Wang Sheng, follow me ten steps forward."
Wang Sheng hummed, and Lu Yunchang said impatiently, "Mr. Liu, what about me?"
The old spy said angrily: "Stay where you are and stare at the carriage."
Lu Yunchang sighed heavily, turned his head and glanced at the five-foot-long frost knife carried on his shoulder, "It's just us brothers who depend on each other for life."
At the front of the post road, after the Patriarch of the Wu family took a step, there was no movement, but it was even more unexpected. The old man didn't seem to be hostile to life and death, but he started to chatter, with a lot of emotion in his words.
"My ancestors once said that when I was born, there was a vision in the sky. Nine dragons were flying clouds and raining in the sky. On the sword mountain, eight dragons held nine famous swords. On the first day I practiced swordsmanship, my ancestors who taught swordsmanship personally told me that after pulling out the Prisoner’s Ox Sword, I would go out of the grave every ten years to find a sword handle.”
"When I was ten years old, I went to Jianshan Mountain to find a sword, and I was able to pull out the prisoner's ox. At the age of twenty, I went to the deep mountains of Liaodong, and found Chiwen from the bottom of a pond. At the age of thirty, I found Xiaofeng in the wild forest of Beihan. In the teaching place of Manjusri Bodhisattva in Western Chu, I met Suanni on the Buddha seat. At the age of 50, I went to Shu and found Jiaotu. At the age of 60, I went to southern Xinjiang to seek revenge. At the age of 70, I found a cockroach under the stone slab at the head of the ancient bridge in Tai'an City. At the age of 80, I went to visit friends in the old East Vietnam. After mastering the Nine Swords, life should be complete."
When the old man said this, he smiled, "In this life, I have only looked for swords, and I have never asked why I practice swords. As long as I get a sword every ten years, I will figure out how to get rid of the sword for purpose. Ten years after ten years, I really missed a lot of people and a lot of scenery.”
Xu Fengnian raised his head and looked towards the sky.
In the field of vision, there is a sea of golden clouds, and the sun shines down like feathers, which is gorgeous and moving.
Then the sea of clouds is like a piece of satin being ruthlessly pierced by an awl, piercing a slightly inclined opening.
Xu Fengnian didn't move at all, but there were already dozens of famous swords in a carriage facing towards the gap in the sea of clouds.
A loud bang exploded in the sky, like a bell striking a bell, breaking the eardrums.
It can be vaguely seen that the dozens of famous swords that rose from the ground were all broken and fell down.
He flew over from the Bamboo Sea in West Shu again with great vigor and made a big circle with Xu Fengnian as the center.
Then there is sword energy plundering from the territory of the Northern Han Dynasty, one qi turns into ten pieces, the cuts are swords, and ten swords return to one qi. There are immortals who take the lead to guide the way.
There is a majestic spirit coming from the northeast, the Changhong pierces through the sky, with Liaodong as the starting point of the sword movement, and Hezhou as the end point of the sword movement, drawing a huge half-arc that shocks the world, wrapped in a mist of water, Huoxiang.
There is also a qi that has emerged from the far southeast, and the ancient sword qi is extremely abundant.
One after another, there are a total of nine sword qi, each with its own merits.
The old mound master of the Wu family spent ninety years finding the Nine Swords. He didn't use the ancient sword itself to fight against the enemy, but only used its divine power for his own use.
The old man did pick a good time to show up. When he rushed to Hezhou, the sword qi had already risen from the ground one after another.
If there is an immortal who can sit on the nine heavens and look down on the human world, he can see nine sword qi coming from all directions above the earth, returning to the same place where Xu Fengnian stood.
Xu Fengnian stood still, but except for Wang Sheng's red sandalwood sword box and the seven swords bound on his back, all the famous swords on the three carriages had already flown away from the carriage to defend against the enemy.
Hundreds of feet away from Xu Fengnian, a large section of post road was torn apart by the thunder.
The two places on Xu Fengnian's side are at different heights, one is seven feet apart, and the other is six feet apart. There are more than twenty famous swords of soldiers who failed to enter the territory of Beiliang, so they were shattered and destroyed.
What's more, when the air fell, a ball of powder fell, only four feet above Xu Fengnian's head.
A sword qi was closer to Xu Fengnian than a sword qi.
aggressive.
The Yazi sword with the most murderous intent rushed towards him, and the twelve ancient swords headed by the Gucheng Sword were burned together, but the mottled and messy sword energy had already stirred up two feet in front of Xu Fengnian.
But the sword aura that followed was the strongest, like the ferocious beast Pixiu that swallows everything without letting go.
Xu Fengnian stretched out his hand and drew a Yiyi sword, both swords were destroyed, but Xu Fengnian also retreated a foot, but the sword energy forced him into two feet.
At this time, the old man still had two sword qi that he hadn't made a move, one was the Jiaotu sword qi that wandered around in circles, and the other was the imprisoning cow spirit that had never been active.
The old man has obviously gotten close to Xu Fengnian.
And Xu Fengnian has almost no swords to use, the three carriages hide swords, only one relic of the sword fairy Chen Qingming is left, and an ancient sword of unknown origin, with the word plucked string engraved on the body of the sword.
Zibuyu hovered behind Xu Fengnian, holding the plucking string sword in his hand, holding the hilt with one hand, and pressing two fingers of the other hand on the tip of the sword, pressing the sword body out in a circular arc.
Xu Fengnian released the gestures of holding the sword and flicking the sword at the same time, and silently said: "Let's go."
The plucking string sword kept spinning, and disappeared in a flash, and Zibuyu also flew behind him.
At the same time, the old man who had only taken one step in a great battle finally started to move forward.
It seems to be patiently waiting for this moment.
People come to swords.
This is the old man's tenth sword.
If the Nine Swords is a gift from God, the old man has lived for nearly a hundred years and practiced one sword himself.
The old man broke through the distance of Xu Fengnian in an instant.
The nine flying swords with sleeves at the bottom of the box were all bounced away by the majestic sword energy of the old mound master.
Two fingers touched Xu Fengnian's eyebrows.
But Xu Fengnian's fist also touched the old man's heart.
The old man said softly: "Very good."
Xu Fengnian slowly withdrew his fist, a little puzzled.
The old man was relieved: "At this time, your child can still exchange his life for his life. It is the grandpa who lost."
Xu Fengnian was at a loss when he heard that extremely unfamiliar address.
The old man touched Xu Fengnian's head, with a kind expression on his face, and said, "Grandpa was worried about other people standing here, so I had to come here by myself, and I will escort you for a ride. Knowing that you, a child, will not recognize me as an elder, Jianzhong is indeed sorry for Su girl, but there are no rules, and every family has scriptures that are hard to recite, and your great-grandfather can't help it, you can only be that villain back then."
Xu Fengnian's lips trembled, but he still didn't say those three words.
The old man didn't take it seriously, retracted his hand, took a few steps back, looked at the great-grandson carefully, and smiled, "There are family rules in the family, and if my grandpa doesn't do this, there is no reason to give you a crown that I owe you for several years." present."
The old man continued: "Wu's family used to defeat ten thousand cavalry with nine swords, and my great-grandfather was able to practice swords by himself, but he was not good at being a family leader. Now let alone nine swords, even nineteen swords and twenty-nine swords can't defeat ten thousand cavalry in Beimang."
"Xu Xiao's grandson-in-law, your great-grandfather has always disliked him, who made his martial arts sloppy, and still thinks that this bastard is not good enough for a plain girl."
It seems that the old people are talking to themselves, but Xu Fengnian, the great-grandson in name, has been silent all the time.
The old man smiled and said, "Grandpa is very happy to see you."
The old man probably had finally seen enough of this promising and appetizing great-grandson, and when he passed by the younger generation, he patted the child on the shoulder, "Don't carry everything by yourself."
The old man turned his back on the stubborn young man who never called him grandpa, and drifted away.
"One day in the future, more than a hundred people will leave the Wu family's sword tomb and enter Beiliang on horseback with their swords in their hands."