Xu Fengnian asked people to take out three good swords from the arsenal, and made them the most expensive appetizers in the world for Sui Xiegu. The old man would not be polite to this boy, so he picked up a sword with the words "Yunfeng's lack of ice springing wheel" engraved on it. "The seven-character ancient sword was placed horizontally on the knee, and a piece of the tip of the sword was broken off with a finger, and it was thrown into the mouth, like chewing soybeans. Out of the corner of his eyes, he was stunned and had a unique style. Xu Fengnian didn't look sideways. Instead, the sword-eating ancestor looked at the graceful woman, and then at the young man who hadn't yet reached his thirties. His eyes seemed to say that there are still such indifferent and pure-hearted lords like you in the world? Xu Fengnian looked at the green lake, and occasionally there was a smear of bright carp on the back. The old man with a knife was suppressed at the bottom of the lake for many years. When he saw the sun again, Lao Huang also picked up the nickname Jian Jiuhuang again. At that time, the eldest sister was still on Jiangnan Road, the second sister was still studying in Shangyin Academy, Xu Xiao was not so obviously old, and he was still full of longing and daydreaming about the world. Sui Xiegu's mouth was fast, drinking fast, eating sword fast, and soon began to eat the second "Wanhe Thunder", which was even more sharp. Looking at the absent-minded Xu Fengnian, he sneered slightly: "It's the first time we meet, you The boy's three legs are trembling, now he is better than Wang Xianzhi, he is really like a beggar who has won a mountain of gold and silver, he is extremely rich, sitting in the same pavilion with the old man, he dares to travel thousands of miles."
Xu Fengnian mentioned the last sword. It was Yao Guang, one of the three talisman swords with a handle in Longhu Mountain three hundred years ago. Glorious. Xu Fengnian thought about it, and beckoned to the maidservant who hadn't gone far, asking her to get back two good swords. Sui Xiegu didn't care about it, and joked: "It is said that there is a sword stand in Chaoge, which has been put aside. Of the six peerless famous swords, two of them rank among the top ten famous swords in the world in this sword review, one is 'Fuji' and the other is 'Shu Dao', when will you open your eyes to this old man? The more you hide, The more greedy this old man is, be careful when he is sneaked in. It must not be difficult for this old man to get close to you."
Xu Fengnian said with a smile: "It's not that I'm reluctant to take out Fuji and Shu Dao, but I can't. Those two swords are my second sister's favorite, and she has often wiped them since she was a child."
Sui Xiegu finished eating the famous sword Wanhelei, hiccupped, squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "If the old man insists on eating, what should you do?"
Xu Fengnian smiled without saying a word.
The old man stretched out a finger, and the knee-hanging long snow-white eyebrows wrapped around his fingers like a snake, and the tip of the eyebrows fluttered.
The maid who was standing sideways on the stone steps outside the pavilion suddenly felt a chill, as if someone had stuffed a handful of winter snow into her neckline. She raised her eyebrows slightly and looked at the young prince who had been sitting quietly in the pavilion. I don't know why, after seeing him, I feel a bit chilly. For a maid like her who is not on duty in Wutongyuan, the young man in front of me who heard that she will wear the vassal's python robe in a while , even if it looks close at hand and within reach, it is far away in the sky. But up and down Qingliang Mountain, everyone was already looking forward to him wearing the robe sent by the Golden Thread Weaving Bureau, guessing what color it would be, would it be apricot yellow or true blue like the general? Will it be Tuanlong or Thanglong? Is the texture Sichuan Brocade or Lingluo? Especially the women in the palace, no matter what age they were, felt that he would be the most handsome man in the world when he wore the vassal king's python robe someday. They also knew that the imperial court once had the eunuch, the supervisor of ceremonies, personally deliver a jade white python robe, but he only wore it once on the border, and then it was locked in the bottom of the box and completely thrown into limbo.
The maid opened her mouth slightly, and the pavilion where the prince and the sword-eating old fairy were sitting before was completely empty after she lost her mind for a moment, and she didn't even feel the slightest breeze blowing. The two just disappeared out of thin air before her eyes.
On the surface of the lake between Tingchao Pavilion by the lake and the pavilion in the middle of the lake, Xu Fengnian turned his back on the arsenal and swept away. Although his figure was only a glimpse, in the eyes of several onlookers in the dark, he was still It is an indescribable freehand style.
Thirty feet in front of him is Sui Xiegu with one hand behind his back, and the two long eyebrows of the immortal style are like the long beards of a dragon, fluttering in the wind.
Neither of them made a move, the illusory Xu Fengnian paused again after landing, and Sui Xiegu's slightly forward figure appeared in everyone's sight.
These two people who are very different in age but both stand at the top of the rivers and lakes, still have no shame in fighting, but the difference in size between the two has narrowed to two feet.
Nothing more than three.
Xu Fengnian stopped under the triple door plaque of Tingchao Pavilion, and did not back away.
Sui Xiegu laughed loudly, but he didn't insist on breaking into the pavilion through the gate, but tiptoed up, and went to the high place of the attic.
After a while, a strange scene appeared. The maid in the pavilion stretched her neck to look, and saw the white-browed old fairy eating the sword fell back to the pedestal of Tingchao Pavilion, and stretched out her single arm to pat her shoulder, as if patting the dust. .
Xu Fengnian was suspended in the air equivalent to the sixth floor, looking down at the old man on the ground. The robe under his armpit was cut by a ray of sword energy that reached the godless realm. The sword energy is invisible, and the heart is tied to where the sword goes. It is already considered superb, and it can compete with top masters. There are still clues to follow, but if the skill of the flying sword is invisible, it will be even more godless. As for Deng Tai'a's flying swordsmanship, it clearly has a sword but is better than a godless sword spirit. It is already an upright sword fairy. After the death of Wang Xianzhi, the middle-aged sword god who returned from the Eastern Sea Visiting Immortal, Tuoba Bodhisattva dared not say that he was sure of victory. And the hundred-year-old Sui Xiegu is undoubtedly the second person in the world of swordsmanship under Deng Tai'a. Even if the old man and Deng Tai'a went north together, he laughed at himself that he lived to be a dog at the age of one hundred, but after all... In the century-old world, only Li Chungang went straight to Lu Zu with his swordsmanship, while Deng Tai'a's swordsmanship was recognized by the world as the "lower swordsmanship" and became a sword fairy. There is no reason to talk to these two people. Sui Xiegu lost to Li Chungang in swordsmanship, and he thought he was several generations behind Deng Tai'a in his swordsmanship, but this was not the reason why Sui Xiegu could be underestimated by anyone.
Xu Fengnian stepped down Sui Xiegu who wanted to fly into the building, Sui Xiegu treated each other with courtesy, cutting off his robe with sword energy.
Listening to Chaoge's side, swords were on the verge of breaking out, and the atmosphere was extremely dignified.
Xu Weixiong, who was sitting in a wheelchair, appeared outside the steps, and said calmly, "Give him two things that are not on your body."
In her opinion, for the sake of two swords that she would never have the chance to draw out the sheath herself, there was no need to annoy that long-browed old swordsman whose name was not in the martial arts review but whose strength was long enough to be listed.
Xu Fengnian shook his head and said, "If it's mine, feel free to give it away. Second sister, you like it, no."
Sui Xiegu, who was stopped four times in a row, couldn't help but sneered: "What a big tone! Do you really think that you, a bruised local snake, can kill all the dragons in the world?"
Xu Fengnian smiled, "Senior asked for it himself."
Sui Xiegu twitched the corners of his mouth, and said grimly: "Yo, the boy is really out of breath? The old man was just joking. Since you don't know the fun, the old man just took this opportunity to rectify the name of the world's swordsmen. Without Wang Xianzhi, the world's number one swordsman After all, it's the turn of the sword wielder."
Xu Fengnian said indifferently: "After the battle with Wang Xianzhi, I have learned a little bit and realized three tricks. Senior can carry them, not to mention offering the Fushi and Shu Dao with both hands. This arsenal is also yours."
After saying this, Xu Fengnian raised his hand, and the masters and dead soldiers of the palace who were lurking in the secret place began to retreat quickly, and the infatuated maid was taken away on the spot and thrown directly to the other side of Tingchao Lake.
Sui Xiegu closed his eyes and rested his mind, waiting quietly.
Xu Weixiong didn't move, but rested his cheek with one hand, tilted his head, and stared up at the tall brother, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.
It seems that there is really no way to beat him like before.
The heroic wind starts from the end of Qingping.
There is a reed marsh beside Tingchao Lake. In autumn, the reed has turned gray, the stems are tilted, and the hairy reed leaves in clusters are gradually withering.
The wind gradually picked up, flying catkins.
If someone looks closely, they can even see that the hollow reed stalks born by choosing water are beginning to break and become disorganized.
This patch of reeds in late autumn is like flying snow.
At the same time, Tingchao Lake located on the hillside of Qingliang Mountain, the original quiet and peaceful mirror surface of green water, is fragmented and broken, like countless hammers knocking tirelessly on this water mirror. When it comes out of the water, it turns into powder.
Numerous mottled cracks began to appear on the colorful wooden pavilion in the center of the lake, and the two rows of pagoda tree willows on the path in the center of the lake also began to make dull cracking sounds.
In the end, the shore at the foot of Tingchao Pavilion was also affected. From the water's edge to the open space at Xu Fengnian's feet, there were fleeting and fleeting airflow lines, but this undercurrent, intentionally or unintentionally, After passing Sui Xiegu and Xu Weixiong, but the situation of the two is different, Xu Weixiong bypassed on his own, the old man is like a stone in the heart of a river, tyrannically smashing through the torrent.
Xu Fengnian "sat" cross-legged, looking down at the motionless Sui Xiegu.
The two people's comprehension of the sword, no matter the sword move or the sword intent, are the most outstanding figures in the contemporary world. Xu Fengnian has also pressed the gourd several times. Borrowing swords and using hundreds of swords at every turn, but Xu Fengnian is well aware that this kind of large-scale use of swords is both beautiful and practical against ordinary warriors, because even if each sword and sword energy are shared on one person, the power is extremely impressive , but once they meet an opponent who is as close as Sui Xiegu, no one will waste their energy like this before. Just like on the surface of the East China Sea in Wudi City, Li Chungang and Wang Xianzhi met again after dozens of years. The majestic sword flow of the old man in sheepskin fur seemed to be scattered, and he smashed his brains at Wang Xianzhi. , the sword energy is closely connected. At this time, Xu Fengnian was building momentum in Ting Chaohu, so he did the opposite. Although he took the lead, it was not me who made the move, but you who made the move, but gave the initiative to Sui Xiegu. Bringing out a large table is enough to be called a sumptuous meal and drink. Whether you eat or not depends on whether your appetite is big enough!
This move not only contains the meaning of Li Chungang's coming of the sword, but also Xue Songguan's Hu Jia beat in the rainy alley, it has the essence of Deng Tai'a's thunder pool, and it also has a bit of Zen meaning of monk Nagarjuna.
As soon as Sui Xiegu, who was drawn into a prison, made a move, he would move his whole body with a single shot, making him an enemy of this small world.
Whether Sui Xiegu wanted to justify his own swordsmanship or the world's swordsmen, he had to get out of this cage similar to the small world of Buddhism.
At the moment when Sui Xiegu was about to make a move, Xu Fengnian turned his head to look at Xu Weixiong, smiled, and then threw a chess piece high, slowly and casually.