Chapter 250 The old sword god is silent and Xu Fengnian settles in the black shop
Li Chungang pulled up the ancient sword that had not been unsheathed for half a century, and with a light sword, he slashed the entire cliff.
He looked up again and said loudly: “Tailor Deng, I will borrow a sword from you and dare to take it!” 』
A voice came from the sky like thunder, “Why don’t Deng Tai’a thank Li Chungang for opening up the mountain for our swordsmanship! 』
In the Honglu Cave in the south of the Yangtze River, there are rice fields between the green waters and green mountains.
An old sheepskin fur man sat barefoot on the field to rest barefoot, with a wooden water truck beside him.
The young man wearing a sword who followed his father to the mountains to live in seclusion was squatting beside the old man and asked, “Hey, Old Man Li, what are you doing, I don’t ask them, Sister Jiang only said that you are a sword practitioner, then have you walked through the world? Let’s talk about it.”
The old man with sheepskin fur bent over and splashed water on his feet from the water wheel, washing away the muddy brought by the fields, and said angrily: “Go and go, don’t disturb me to see the elegant scenery.”
The young man with sheepskin fur joked, “Where are so many heroes in the world, they are all small fish and shrimps, and it’s not interesting to say it.”
The young man with her lips cursed, “Stubborn old man, do you know who my father is, he is a famous hero!”
The old man rolled his eyes and said, “Don’t talk about your father, I’ve even beaten your grandfather.”
The boy blushed and said angrily, “You’re talking nonsense. My father is the top swordsman in Xichu. My grandfather has excellent swordsmanship. He is the only remaining swordsman in our Xichu!”
The old man clenched his toes and laughed, “You’re also a grandmaster. Go and call your grandfather. Look at him blushing but not the little kid of the Lu family. Look, your father wipes the broken sword every day and caresses the skin of the little girls. But whenever he sees me asking for advice on Jiandao, he doesn’t dare to wear a sword.”
Although the young man was born in a noble family in the Spring and Autumn Period, he could not help but get some arrogance brought by his mother’s womb in the details, but he was not arrogant and always abides by etiquette when treating people and things. However, the one who lives in this mountain is either a famous general or a literary master. He was willing to chat with the most ungraceful old man in front of him. After listening to the words of the old man with sheepskin fur, he thought carefully and seemed to be true. He said skeptical: “So, you are also a great swordsman.”
The old man looked at the gurgling stream like a thick green silk belt and asked, “Why is it big?”
The young man hummed, “I heard that your surname is Li, and he is a swordsman like Li Chungang, so that’s great! But although you both broke one arm, the difference is 108,000 miles away! I heard from my grandma that Li Chungang is the most handsome and elegant man in the world, and even she is so impressed. Look at you again!”
The old man wiped the fur with his hand and took out the fur.”Young boy said enough, just play with the bird in your crotch. I’m not in the mood to listen to you.”
The boy was born smart and knew the principle of saving the country on a curve. He laughed and said, “Senior, since even my father wants to ask you for swordsmanship, what do you think of me? Why don’t you teach me what kind of famous skills? I’ll be your registered disciple!”
The old man in sheep fur was amused, “Then you really suffer a great loss. I want to learn swordsmanship, and I’m the first. Do you understand that your child’s family has a large nest of famous officials and generals, so will you go to the fields to plant rice seedlings?”
The boy slapped his sword sheath and said angrily, “How can I do crops? It’s too late to learn military tactics and practice swords!”
The old man smiled and said, “That’s right, so you can’t learn my sword.”
The young man said angrily, “It can be seen that your swordsmanship is not good either.”
The old man with the same surname as Li Chungang laughed and stood up and said, “Little kid from the Lu family, go and say to your grandparents, I’m going to go down the mountain. I won’t come back. By the way, I’ll give you Sister Jiang a sentence, killing people to save people, a line of separation is also a separation between heaven and man.”
Although the boy often talked back to this old guy, in fact, he still liked this sloppy old man who was not arrogant from the bottom of his heart. When he heard that he was going down the mountain, he would not be too bored in the future and asked: “Old Man Li, what are you doing to go down the mountain? You are so old that you will never have to go around the world. It’s all of us young people. Why are you joining in the fun? Isn’t it good to retire here? Don’t go. At most, I won’t scold you for being a bad old man in the future. Is it okay?”
The old man left.
The helpless boy had to turn around and run to the mountainside, and first said to his grandfather. The old man who was once a famous general in Western Chu was shocked. He threw down the books and was about to rush out of the hut to chase people, but then he was depressed and sat down, feeling lost.
The boy asked curiously, “Grandpa, what’s wrong?”
The old man touched the child’s head, walked out of the hut together, looked at the foot of the mountain, and whispered, “Now it can be said that Grandpa Li, you, not only has the same surname as the sword god Li Chungang, but also has the same name, because you are the same person! Grandpa was beaten by Senior Li when he was young, and he was not afraid of jokes. He could marry your grandma because of this blow. The little book boy who led the donkey up the mountain a few days ago, was about the same age as you, and was said to be a peer with the Western Chu rhyme. If my grandpa was not wrong, he was Deng Tai’a’s sword boy.”
The boy was as if he was struck by lightning.
The water truck still draws water and irrigates it continuously, but the people have already walked away.
A burly old man with white hair and white beard left the city.
Whoever doesn’t want to go out of the city will always have to go out of the city
But this time he left the city, and there were already eight thousand iron cavalry hanging a hundred miles behind him! When passing Guangling Road, I followed Sanqianjia and went south to Yan.The territory of King La followed three thousand cavalry, and there was another 800 miles of capital city secret order in the middle, and two thousand iron cavalry were added.
No matter what he wanted to do, the eight thousand iron cavalry just looked from afar and didn’t interfere.
The entire eight thousand riders were like a shy little lady who wanted to speak but stopped. She only dared to look at the man she admired in her heart from afar, but she didn’t dare to get close.
The old man in a thick hemp robe was wearing a pair of hemp shoes, holding a seven or eight-year-old little girl in green clothes. She walked as fast as she could fly, and the speed was beyond the reach of the galloping horse. The scary thing was that the little girl was weak and being pulled by the old man with white hair as snow, she could still fly like a grass.
One old and one young, it is shocking and eye-catching.
The child brought from the old Southern Tang Dynasty tilted his head and asked, “Grandpa, where are we going?”
The old man was probably serious for a long time, but he spoke more about the child for the first time, saying, “Go to meet an old friend. He is both a senior and a confidant.”
The child nodded, but he didn’t understand it very much, so he pretended to understand and nodded, “Old friend.”
The old man smiled, “Old friend is the meaning of an old friend. If it was too late, it was just a deceased person. It would be meaningless to see or not.”
The child in green silk said obediently, “Grandpa, then we should hurry!”
The old man suddenly stopped and saw the little girl blinking her eyes and looking confused. He smiled and said, “Green Fish, wait a moment, I will see the old friend in another three hundred miles. I want to drive some flies.”
The old man flew in a flash and returned in a flash.
Then I pulled up the little girl with the nickname “Green Fish” and continued.
Three hundred vanguards in the eight thousand cavalrymen were on the top of the 8,000 cavalry and they did not dare to cross the mine pool half a step.
How they are not afraid