Chapter 157 Praise the Sword God, the old and the old, and sigh that the head of the sect finally came down the mountain.
On this day, the young Wudang master rode a crane to Jiangnan and left the river and lake with Xu Zhi. The immortal rode a crane down the south of the Yangtze River and then went out of the Yangtze River.
The rivers and lakes are so big that even if an immortal smashes a mountain of Tai into the rivers and lakes, splashing huge water, there will be no ripples after ten or a hundred years.
Therefore, most people in the martial arts world are relatively forgetful, and their lives are only a hundred years at most, and seventy is rare since ancient times. Li Chungang became famous too early and was the leader at a young age. At the age of thirty, he was almost invincible in the world. Looking up, who competed with the former old sword god who became famous early and ended early. After defeating Wang Xianzhi of his peers, the Trojan horse and cow were broken, and there were few rumors that he flowed into the world. Over time, as his confidant and beautiful face turned into loess one after another, the contemporary world was some old antiques. When it comes to Li Chungang, his impression was blurred, let alone those young and middle-aged people in the world. For these people, not to mention Wang Xianzhi, who is older and stronger, only talking about the swordsmanship in the world, the Dragon and Tiger Mountain Qi Xianxia and Wudang Wang Xiaoping were complementary, but they are still inferior to Deng Tai’a who is full of fairy spirit. As the world changes, what remains unchanged is that swordsmen are always the most common in the world, like crucian carp crossing the river, densely packed, and Deng Tai’a is undoubtedly the only sword god in the mind of the world today. But this sword god doesn’t like to wear swords, which is a strange thing.
Those who use swords lose to those who use swords and guns, can tell me what if I lose? You guys who use swords and guns, pick up the best masters. Who can beat Deng Jianshen, who doesn’t use swords, rumored that Deng Jianshen is born with a tiger’s back and bear’s waist, and can transform into three heads and six arms. There is a small yellow pear wooden sword box hidden in the bag, containing more than ten small small swords. It is raised with the secret technique of the Wu family’s sword tomb to be like a living creature. If you eat meat when you are hungry, you will drink blood when you drink blood when you are thirsty. It is very mysterious. After leaving the box, you can cut off the head on your neck without the need for qi. Unfortunately, you can only see such a magical sword immortal’s handwriting. There is no way. No matter how big the world is, for Deng Jianshen, he is really qualified to be without any children.
Nearly two thousand swords were unsheathed in the city of Wudi, and a shocking sword curtain hung in the air.
Outside the city gate, an old donkey with a tired appearance stepped on his hooves and slowly entered the city. A young man dressed in a book boy riding a donkey with a scabbard hanging around his waist. The sword disappeared. He looked annoyed and regretful. He lowered his head and said to a middle-aged man who led the donkey, “Master, I finally saved up copper coins and silver to buy it. Then Li Chungang agreed to borrow the sword in the city. Why don’t I let go of this? We haven’t arrived at Wudi City yet! Master, you are the same. You can watch the sword flying out of the sheath and don’t help me stop it. It’s so embarrassing to spread this matter. Master, where can you put your face?”
The middle-aged man has an ordinary appearance, but his mouth is habitually raised, and it looks like he is always smiling. By the way, that unremarkable face is also soft and mellow. He was holding a branch in his hand and didn’t know where to pick itThe peach, with his fingers gently rotated, looked up at the boy’s bitter face, and smiled and joked, “Isn’t the face just put on his own face?”
The boy who was a book servant was quite arrogant. He rode a donkey and asked the master to lead the donkey to walk, but he also asked the master to carry his luggage and bookcase. Hearing his master teasing, he glared at first, then was depressed, and asked worriedly: “Li Chungang agreed to borrow a sword, but he would not borrow it and would not repay it.”
The man smiled and said, “If Senior Li doesn’t fight, just act like this, I guess you’re in trouble. Think about it, almost two thousand swords are gone, and they fall from the sky and throw them all around the ground. At that time, you can recognize which one is yours, and even if you recognize it, so many heroic swordsmen will go crazy. In addition, you can take advantage of some troubled waters. If you can grab it, you can’t get the things back and return to the original owner, so you can burn the incense! Besides, this is pretty good. If you really fight with Old Man Wang, these 900 swords will be almost 100. Your sword qualification is just as qualified, and you can’t stand the wave of Old Man Wang at all. But let me see, this time, Senior Li borrows the sword well, so that you won’t have the intention to do chores for me after buying the sword. Tell me, you have half of your thoughts in cooking these days.”
To be precise, the young man who was the sword boy said angrily, “You are the one who talks the most, and you will be endless when you open it. My ears are calloused!”
The middle-aged man in thick linen clothes is worthy of being so good-tempered that he has no temper. He smiled and said, “Okay, okay, I’ll shut up.”
The young man who said it was the sword boy but never carries a sword to the master sighed, “Master, let’s talk to you something.”
He led the donkey into the city, and stood at the main road and looked at the man who was at the top of the inner city and smiled and said, “Senior Li and Old Man Wang want to fight a god. Aren’t you making things difficult for me?”
The sword boy retreated and said, “Why don’t you pick up the 17 or 18 swords for me while the chaos is in trouble? Anyway, you are picking up the sword, not stealing or robbing, what’s the matter!”
The man smiled knowingly and said, “Look, I just said where I am going to put my face. If I carry more than a dozen swords on both shoulders, I will be proud of it.”
Jian Tong was so sad that he said with a sad face: “Follow the master, I have been working hard for more than 600 hard times to make a cow and horse. I finally saved up seventeen taels of broken silver and bought swords. I would have known that I wouldn’t come to this shit Wudi City if I had killed him. I wouldn’t have shit!”
The man saw that the boy was crying and said, “Okay, okay, I’ll help you pick up a good sword when there is no one.”
The boy’s face suddenly changed, and he laughed brightly and said, “Master, are you tired? I’ll help you carry the box.”
The man smiled angrily and said, “Being a virtue. I’m just holding a box for you. I’m not tired yet, but I’m not as tired as myself.”
Sword boy grinned and looked up at the gloomy sword above the city.The man smiled and said carelessly, “User, if you think this fight is really a fight, who will win more?”
The man smiled and said carelessly, “Unless you fight to the death, the winner will be much bigger in this fight.”
Jian Tong curled his lips and rolled his eyes and said, “This Li Chungang is too useless. He will only make such a scary scene. Isn’t it an embroidered pillow?”
The man showed a rare solemn expression and said in a deep voice: “Sanlu, don’t disrespect senior Li!”
The boy finally did not dare to speak loudly when he saw the master being angry, so he said obediently. But then he said with a reluctance and said with a look of reluctance: “The old man Wang is just a dog sitting in a pile of dog dung, and he is dominant. If you do your best, you will definitely beat him to the point where your parents don’t recognize him.”
The man laughed silently and shook his head and said, “I will never expect you in this life.”