There are many sword users in the world, but now when it comes to sword practice, most people would think that Chen Changsheng is the best.
Because Chen Changsheng has learned countless sword techniques, has countless swords, and has also learned swords from Su Li.
In fact, although Luo Buhui's swordsmanship is not as good as Chen Changsheng's, his swordsmanship is by no means inferior to Chen Changsheng's, and even faintly better.
I don't know how long it took before the Snow River suddenly broke down. It was an extremely steep river with a drop of more than ten feet.
Ice and snow covered the field and the river, and where the river broke, the river water under the ice rushed out, making a roaring sound.
The strange man in Tsing Yi walked to a boulder in the middle of the river.
The river water is like a waterfall, mixed with ice cubes and residual snow, pouring down from both sides of the boulders.
Mu Jiushi sat at the front of the boulder, looking at the unclean and somewhat turbid river, wondering what he was thinking.
The strange man in Tsing Yi said a few words to Mu Jiushi.
Rob hid among the frosty grass, quietly watching that side.
The distance was too far, the sound of the water was too loud, and he couldn't hear what the two were saying clearly, but he could draw the scene at this time.
The charcoal pencil moved on the white paper, making a slight friction sound, and soon the snow river, the chaotic waterfall, and the two people on the boulder appeared.
The strange man in Tsing Yi suddenly turned around and glanced at the forest by the river.
Rob's hand holding the charcoal was a little stiff.
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After leaving the Gobi, Chen Changsheng continued to walk towards Wenshui City, but now he was not only surrounded by Nanke, but also Zhexiu and Guan Feibai.
He knew very well that there must be a lot of troubles on the road in the south, and after entering Wenshui City, he would face even more troubles.
Neither he nor Zhexiu said why they went to Wenshui.
Just like back then, after he defeated Zhou Ziheng outside the Orthodox Academy, he boarded the carriage and headed towards Beibing Masi Hutong.
At the time, he and the guy hadn't said anything about what they were going to do either.
At that time, they were going to Zhou Prison to pick up people. Now, they are going to Wenshui City to pick up people.
That guy is in Wenshui City, and there has been no news for a long time.
Regardless of whether the people they met on the road really dared to assassinate Chen Changsheng, in short, many people did not want him to go to Wenshui.
So he must go to Wenshui.
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In the winter of the third year of the New Kingdom, on an unusually sunny day, the winter clouds suddenly dispersed and the sun was rarely bright. Chen Changsheng and his party came to the field outside Wenshui City.
When he was able to see Wenshui City from a distance, Wenshui City had already seen him.
It can be said with certainty that by this time, the entire Wenshui City knew that he was coming.
But nothing happens.
Whether it was the guards of the Tang family at the city gate or the vendors and pedestrians along the way, they didn't show any strange emotions when they saw them.
To be more precise, the guards and vendors didn't even look at them, including customs clearance documents.
Wenshui City is very prosperous, the streets and alleys are connected, extending in all directions, especially the main street passing through the city from north to south, which is no worse than Suzaku Street in Kyoto or Dongshen Avenue in Luoyang. It can accommodate eight carriages in parallel. Spacious and magnificent.
But when Chen Changsheng and others appeared, the street suddenly seemed a bit crowded.
It wasn't that they deliberately blocked the footsteps of those vehicles and pedestrians, but that those vehicles and pedestrians began to change lanes when they were more than ten feet away from them.
Obviously, pedestrians and vehicles are walking around them, or avoiding them far away.
They are like a big rock in the river, squeezing the water to both sides.
Except for the curious children at the alley, no one looked at them, but kept away from them, as if they were scourges.
The atmosphere was very strange, Chen Changsheng even had a feeling, like the smell wafting from those restaurants, he didn't dare to approach them.
Zhexiu looked at the building with white walls and black eaves at the end of the long street, and remained silent.
That piece of building is still far away from them, but the ancient historical meaning has already rushed towards them.
There is the world-famous Tang Family Ancestral Hall, which is said to have a longer history than the Imperial Palace in Kyoto.
Guan Feibai was also looking at the building. The thumb, index finger, and middle finger of his right hand were slowly rubbing the old sword hilt, his eyes were narrowed, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
If the news from Li Palace is correct, that guy should be locked up there at this time.
Nanke didn't think about anything, and held onto Chen Changsheng's sleeve with two fingers, but felt a little hungry and wanted to eat meat.
Chen Changsheng stepped forward.
The crowd parted naturally, leaving the middle of the street like an ocean divided by divine power.
Chen Changsheng did not reach the building with white walls and black eaves at the end of the long street, but stopped somewhere, then turned around and walked up the stone steps.
There is a quiet passage behind the stone steps. In the depth of the passage is a forest, and in the depth of the forest is a Taoist temple.
It is the main hall of the state religion in Wenshui City.
The door of the Dao Temple closed slowly.
Chen Changsheng and the others could no longer see it.
The vendors and pedestrians on the street suddenly stopped, and then looked at the closed door of the Taoist hall.
In the silence, only the barking of dogs and the crying of children could be heard in the distance.
This scene is even more weird, like those hard-to-understand pantomime in Xuelao City.
After an unknown amount of time, people withdrew their gazes at the Taoist Temple, continued to walk forward, and returned to their respective lives.
The door of the Taoist hall was closed tightly, and the forest covered in snow remained silent.
No one knows what's going on inside.
until dusk fell.
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Pedestrians on the street no longer looked at the Taoist temple in the woods, with some kind of deliberation, but there were countless pairs of eyes looking at it from other places.
Wenshui passes through the city, and a section of it is gentle and beautiful, just behind the Taoist Temple.
On the opposite bank, there were seven vendors, six yamen servants, three fortune tellers, two old people selling sesame candy, and a little girl buying cosmetics all the time watching the back garden of the Taoist Palace.
There was also a bearded officer who occasionally glanced that way.
The rays of the setting sun fell on the mirror-like water and turned into countless fires, like a burning sky.
The light then bounced back onto his face, turning his beard into a burning bush.
Rob remembered the Tang family's famous Wenshui three styles.
Those three sword moves all have nice names, namely - Wan Yun Shou, Sunset Hanging, and Yi Chuan Feng.
The former sage of the Tang family or it was in this place that he saw such a scenery and felt something in his heart, so that he created such a wonderful and beautiful swordsmanship
The back garden of the Dao Temple was as quiet as usual, and there was not a single person in sight.
Suddenly, the sound of a piano sounded, gurgling like water, very pleasant to hear.
He turned his head and saw a blind luthier sitting by the Wenshui River and plucking the strings.
Although it was already dusk, the light falling from the west was brighter and somewhat dazzling, but the blind luthier could not feel this, instead of covering the light with his hands like others, he squinted his eyes and followed the sound of the piano. Shaking his head, he seemed extremely enjoying and intoxicated.
Looking at this scene, Rob walked up to the luthier and threw a few pieces of broken silver.
Hearing the sound of broken silver falling, the blind luthier felt more joyful, his eyebrows seemed to fly up, his fingers plucked the strings faster, but the style of the music suddenly changed, becoming lower and lower, no longer The thousands of golden leaves on the river are the old people of Chengguan under the setting sun in the distance.
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