Wudi City in the East China Sea, ever since the young man surnamed Jiang stopped here to build his body, it has completely lost its backbone, and it has quickly changed from a holy place in the rivers and lakes that everyone yearns for to a most ordinary city. Wang Xianzhi, an old man in white, is without Cao Changqing who sits alone on a tall building to watch the battle, Deng Tai'a who rides a donkey upside down to carry a peach branch, without Sui Xiegu who is slowly entering the city with a sword hanging from the city, without the bridegroom Lin Ya and others, let alone Without the king of Beiliang who took the bowl to the city, without the Wudi city of Emperor Wu, it is mediocre and boring. Although no official troops have entered Wudi City yet, everyone in the city understands that it will be a matter of time, so those devils who were wanted by the government and lived here in seclusion in the early years, those warriors who lived here to avoid their enemies, and those golden pots The celebrities who washed their hands and refused to pay attention to the disputes left this city in the East China Sea one after another.
A slender figure suddenly appeared at the top of the city where the tide was hitting.
Not far away, the tide surged like a thousand troops and horses, and suddenly slapped the top of the city, covering the figure in an instant.
The next moment, the figure disappeared, maybe it had been swept away by the waves.
But when the tide receded, a figure appeared at the top of the city again. Unlike the former one who came and went in a hurry, this man did not disappear immediately. He was plainly dressed, plain-looking, stubbled, and his boots were a little damaged.
It's just that in front of this unremarkable middle-aged uncle, a three-foot sword hovered, trembling slightly like the wings of mosquitoes and flies.
The dusty man stopped his sword and looked around, his eyes were sharp, like the sharpest sword in the world.
A flying sword in a hundred miles, from Qintianjian in Tai'an City to the Snow Mountain in Liaodong, then from Liaodong to Liaoxi, and from Liaoxi back to Gyeonggi, all the way south, until here.
The man reached out and rubbed his chin, "Xie Guanying, your ability to run is really the best in the world, but if you have the ability, you can run to the South China Sea in one go."
After about a stick of incense burned more than an inch high, the man sneered and said, "I found you!"
As if hearing an order, the hovering psychic flying sword disappeared in a flash before its master.
Not long before that, because it was past dinner time, in front of a steamed stuffed bun shop whose business was slowly cooling down, a child who was nicknamed Goubuli by a girl in green robes was talking to a poor man with frosty temples. The scholar's eyes were wide open, and the child whose real name was Gou Youfang looked up at the poor man with a small pocket, and looked down at the last basket of steamed buns that hadn't been sold for copper coins. The old man was already cleaning up the dishes on the table. After all, the old man lived in Wudi City for most of his life, so he didn't care about it. To be honest, in Wudi City, we saw a lot of strange things and strange people. So that it is surprising to meet a normal one. The old man has seen too many weird customers, those who think the buns are too meaty and unwilling to pay, and some who don’t think the buns are sweet, and some who don’t have a few pennies in their pockets, throw their swords and knives on the table and walk away Yes, there are also those who eat steamed buns that are not worth a few pennies, yelling how many delicacies from mountains and seas they have tasted in the past, and some pretend to take out this broken secret book from their arms in exchange for a steamed bun, and some even claim to be Cao Changqing. There are too many people who are so and so unwilling to pay the bill because Deng Tai'a is so-and-so.
The child asked, "Want to eat Xiaolongbao?"
The shabby but clean poor scribe had no expression on his face.
The child asked again: "No money?"
The scribe just stared at the child.
The child is not the kind of person who makes trouble when he is in trouble. Although he lived a hard life with his grandpa without a father or mother since he was a child, his family education is excellent, so even though the poor literati in front of him clearly want to eat for free, the child still does not speak bad words, but just hesitates. Do you want to give him the steamed buns? After all, it’s not a big deal to give a steamed stuffed bun, but I’m afraid that guy will rely on himself and Grandpa after eating the steamed buns. I remember that guy named Jiang Fuding used to When I lived in the city and often came here to patronize, I once said a truth about promoting rice and fighting rice. Just when the child was about to give away a basket of steamed stuffed buns for nothing, the poor scribe suddenly asked hoarsely, "What's your last name?"
The child was a little bored at once, alas, since he was helping Grandpa with odd jobs, there are not ten or eight of those quack gourmets who keep saying that they are talented in martial arts, so the child subconsciously said in a bad mood: "This steamed stuffed bun I can send you off, but I don’t practice martial arts.”
The child suddenly remembered that the elderly guy in front of him was not like the martial arts man who fought and killed, but more like a teacher, so the child quickly added, "I don't go to a private school either."
The poor foreigner asked repeatedly with a blank expression: "What's your surname?"
The child took two steps back subconsciously, a little frightened and awed from the bottom of his heart.
The middle-aged scribe standing in front of the child frowned. When he raised his hand, the child saw that he was holding a small half of a broken bowl in his hand. , just chew it up.
The child was dumbfounded, is this guy crazy because of hunger
When the child managed to regain his senses, his face suddenly turned pale with fright, and he saw that the grandpa seemed to have cast a talisman on a fairy near him, and he kept bending over to wipe the table. Not only the grandpa, but also the passers-by on the street They were all still, and some people raised their feet to move forward, but they couldn't step on that step, and there was still half a foot above the ground. In the air, someone was making jokes with friends who were walking side by side, turning their heads with a bright smiling face, and it just froze... All of this was beyond the limit of the child's imagination, his hands were trembling, and he didn't hold the basket of buns for a while, but when he waited After the small bamboo cage fell to the ground, there was a shaky scene immediately. In the child's sight, grandpa, tables, pedestrians, and the street were all shaking violently, which made the child dizzy for a while.
The middle-aged scribe took a few steps forward, bent down to pick up the steamed bun, and stood side by side with the child. Only then did the child see that in the silence of the world, only a sword came slowly.
The man said hoarsely: "My name is Xie Guanying, and you will be my only disciple from now on."
The man took out the other half of the broken bowl from his bosom, which was relatively complete, put it into the child's hands, and then suddenly pressed one hand on the child's head, and said calmly: "Hong Xixiang doesn't want to do justice for the sky, and being tired of doing things is better than Xu Fengnian's." People, as for me, want to do it but can't do it."
The man looked up at the sky, and the hand pressing on the child's head slightly increased his strength. Immediately, the mist rose and the fairy air lingered, and finally condensed and formed at about three feet away. Among the big rivers.
There are gods who hold their heads up three feet.
The desolate man withdrew his gaze, looked at the flying sword that had broken free from the shackles of heaven, and said regretfully: "It turns out that the thousand-year longevity is a step further than Lu Zu's hundred-foot pole, but it is just a joke in the end. Accepting you as an apprentice is a last resort. That’s all. The literati in the world’s temples have their own numbers, and it’s time for the warriors to have an ending. I will be the first, and Cao Changqing will be the second. As for who will be the last, I hope it will be you. Note Hold on, when you meet a man named Yu Dilong in the future, don't show mercy. Just don't think about proving the Dao and ascending in the future, the next best thing is to make your name go down in history as much as possible."
After saying this, the man disappeared.
The rosy-faced child looked around blankly, Grandpa continued to wipe the tabletop, pedestrians on the road continued to move forward, and the world continued to be lively.
And the flying sword also disappeared.
The child looked down, only the half broken white bowl in his hand told him clearly that what happened just now was not a daydream, the child murmured: "My name is Gou Youfang."
Hear hello.
The child suddenly looked up and saw an ordinary-looking middle-aged uncle who asked with a smile, "Is there any food in the shop?"
Gou Youfang quickly turned around and hid the broken bowl in his arms, "Guest officer, our shop's signature steamed buns are gone, and we still have wonton noodles."
The unattractive middle-aged uncle seemed completely unconcerned about a child and half a broken bowl. He just grinned and said, "Then let me have a bowl of wontons and a plate of spicy oil. You can make it as spicy as you like."
The child smiled and said, "Okay, our chili oil is not enough for guests from Sichuan. I'm afraid that the guest officials will ask us for cold water."
The uncle suddenly became embarrassed, "Little Er."
The clever kid took the lead and said, "Just put it in the account!"
The uncle was still a little embarrassed, "It's best to be able to keep accounts, but I'm in a hurry, and I may not be able to return here in a few years, which is troublesome."
The child smiled and said: "It doesn't matter. Our shop has been in business in the city for thirty years since Grandpa. As long as the guest officer is willing, let alone a few years later, it will be fine even ten years later. Of course, the guest officer is really happy." If you forget it, forget it, it’s just a bowl of wontons.”
The child was not such a poor and generous person, but somehow met a weird person who called himself Xie Guanying, and became his apprentice by a strange coincidence. After all, the child was young, no matter how stable his temperament was, he was a little happy.
The uncle glanced at the child, then suddenly stretched out his hand to pinch the child's shoulders and arms a few times, snorted, and said with a tut: "The surname Xie is indeed lucky. Is it a return to the past? This can also be missed? If not, even my Mrs. Deng Ah is also going to punch his eyes."
The uncle squinted his eyes and hehe said: "Little brother, I think you have a strange bone..."
The corner of the child's mouth twitched, and he said helplessly: "Guest officer, I really don't practice martial arts, so don't accept me as an apprentice, it's just a bowl of wonton... Grandpa, this guest officer wants a bowl of wonton!"
Grandpa over there answered and went to work.
The uncle waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, I have an apprentice. That kid has a jealous temper. If he finds out, he will inevitably look down on him. But I don't have the habit of eating for free. The one surnamed Xie will exchange half a bowl for it." If you have a basket of steamed stuffed buns, then I, Deng Tai'a, will exchange a box of new swords for you a bowl of wontons."
After saying this, the uncle couldn't help but take out a small wooden box. It was made of ordinary white wood. At first glance, it was not a precious thing. Whether the items inside were valuable or not was even more obvious.
The middle-aged man was obviously a little embarrassed. The sword box that was presented to His Royal Highness back then was the high-quality red sandalwood that was stolen from the Wu Family Sword Tomb. When he wandered around the rivers and lakes by himself, where would he make money
It's just that the sword box is very different, the pocket flying swords hidden in the box have definitely not dropped in price.
Deng Tai'a threw the wooden box to the child, "Little brother, your 'strength' is actually enough. If you have free time, play with the things in the small box. I think you will be able to figure out the way of it soon."
The flying sword is so sharp, and Deng Tai'a will open the box and move if he moves his hands and feet a little bit, so he must immediately drink blood and recognize the master. Ordinary warriors don't have the unique "vigor" possessed by children, even if the whole body of blood is poured on the sword, it will not be able to control it.
Deng Tai'a did not rush to kill Xie Guanying, but sat leisurely at the table waiting for the bowl of wonton.
When the wontons were served, the child plucked up his courage and asked cautiously, "Senior, I thought about it just now, and I think you are actually the Peach Blossom Sword God, right?"
Deng Tai'a was not surprised at all, nodded and said: "The surname Xie made such a big commotion, you must have seen my flying sword entering the city, so you asked this question, right?"
The child scratched his head and said, "Didn't Senior Sword God announce his name just now?"
Deng Tai'a, who was speechless, bowed his head and ate wontons.
I was even more reluctant to look up while eating. I accidentally poured all the chili oil into the wontons just now, and now I am sweating profusely, and I can't bear it. But it would be too embarrassing for Deng Tai'a to use Qi to cover up his embarrassment. To put it in a big way, it just doesn't suit his heart and the sword's intention. To put it mildly, in fact, Deng Tai'a never cared about being superior.
Deng Tai'a managed to deal with the big bowl of wontons, and then he felt relieved, raised his head and said solemnly: "Little brother, if you pick up the sword and practice the sword in the future, and decide to go on the way of kendo, then you have to remember one thing, A sword is not a sword, even if it has withdrawn from the battlefield and gave way to the sword, and even later in the temple, officials began to like to wear a sword as a decoration, but no matter how the world changes, the sword is still a sword, and the sword has two edges, so the sword is held against the enemy , in addition to Yifeng killing and wounding, there is also Yifeng used for introspection... "
Speaking of this, Deng Tai'a's expression changed slightly, "Stop talking, I have to be busy, and I will see you later. Also, you juniors don't need to take those elders' grievances seriously. You can live as you want. Mix in the world, no matter what other warriors do. As a way of life, those of us who use swords must not have too much hostility, otherwise, even if you cultivate as a supernatural being, you can't be considered a true immortal."
Deng Tai'a stood up and turned around, exhaled quickly, this chili oil is really powerful.
The reason why this Peach Blossom Sword God didn't continue nagging was because of one thing, spicy oil, and because he really didn't know how to reason with people.
Deng Tai'a stretched out his hand a little, and a flying sword appeared in the southern sky. The next moment he stood on top of the flying sword, each sword was gone in a flash.
In the entire Wudi City, only the child named Gou Youfang noticed this scene.
A hundred years ago, there were Li Chungang, Wang Xianzhi, Xu Fengnian, and Xuanyuan Qingfeng.
Like the Spring and Autumn War, all heroes rise together.
In the next hundred years, there will be only two people.
Another example is the confrontation between the two countries on the grasslands of the Central Plains in the new dynasty.
After those two became famous all over the world, after each of them was regarded as the number one person in the world, in the next six days, they fought six times for ten years, and the outcome was even.
And every time someone wins a game, he will be brought back by another person in the next game.
Yu Dilong is not really invincible, there is still a way in the world!