Chapter 354 Xu Fengnian has a gap in his sword, and Wen Bu Sheng is the sword of righteousness
The old man fell into deep thought, and Huang Sanjia was not in a hurry to urge him to leave the city. “The romantic people in the world, for love, righteousness and benevolence, are inevitably bound by themselves. Wang Xianzhi is trapped in a city, Xuanyuan Jingcheng is trapped in a mountain, Cao Changqing is trapped in a country, Li Yishan is trapped in the first floor, Li Doujing is trapped in a Zen. The one who is truly transcending to the world, you, the Yuanbenxi who is looking for revenge everywhere, is not considered a Deng Tai’a who goes out to sea. He is counted as a crane. Hong Xixiang who went to Wudang, Li Chungang after the broken arm was then Wen Hua who broke his sword and did not practice swords. Jianghu was destined to not remember Wen Hua soon, but it was such a person that made Jianghu lively and angry. I lost but I was willing to lose. Because of Wenhua, I would give Xu Fengnian a big gift, otherwise this kid would live a little miserable life. At a young age, he would have to fight with an old fox spirit like Yuan Benxi.”
The old man who had no sword in his hand and liked to eat sword jumped off the wall. He was so scary that he was two heads taller than Huang Longshi. “It is said that people are good at dying. Huang Longshi, you know that time is not too long.”
Huang Sanjia smiled indifferently and said, “How many years have you been waiting for me to die?”
The old man’s eyebrows were knee-length, “It doesn’t matter whether you die or not, where can I find a good seedling to inherit my sword”
Huang Sanjia chuckled softly and said, “You want me to say, you can exchange your sword for his Spring and Autumn Sword. The Spring and Autumn Sword is dead, so what should I do if you want the Spring and Autumn Sword?”
The old man sneered and said, “This is the gift you gave to that kid.”
Huang Sanjia shook his head and walked towards the gate of the courtyard. When the old man who once carried the Wu family’s sword tomb alone walked out of the yard first, he closed the door, “Wen Hua and you are not a master and apprentice, they are just a business I have done with you. To count it, you have only accepted two apprentices, and both apprentices died in Beiliang.”
The old man chuckled and said, “What’s this? The swordsman died for the sword. There is no more blessing than this. Since it aroused my interest, Huanglongshi, then don’t hide with me. Tell me, who else was there except for Wenhua to kill the Xu family boy? I have to go and see. Li Chungang is the only swordsman I have regarded as a great enemy and confidant in my life. Since he taught that boy two-sleeved green snakes and swords to open the sky gate, I have to go and take a look; the female sword servant learned half of the two-sleeved green snakes, which is too few. If that boy is as interesting as Li Chungang respects, I don’t mind asking him to learn this sword.”
Huanglongshi laughed it off. This introverted and weird old man taught people to learn swords. The worse your qualifications on the surface, the less you teach you. The Sword Emperor of Western Shu was taught four swords and realized hundreds of swords. As a result, he devoted himself to the sword arts throughout his life, but no sword could catch the old man’s eyes. The disciples behind him only taught three swords, but one sword made the old guy praise him. Then Huang Longshi kidnapped him and passed it to Wen Hua two swords, but unfortunately he didn’t see the crops growing this time. After all, that kid chose Huang Liang Yimeng instead of the famous sword that is expected to reach the top, and the most beautiful woman in the world. As for the old man with a tricky taste, he really saw Xu Fengnian. He was arguing with the wrong words, or he was confused about the sword, but it was not the unnecessary thing that Huang Sanjia would miss. The reason why this is mentioned is just one sentence, or two sentences.
“I will guard the northwest for the Central Plains.”
“Outside the three states of Beiliang, we will not be affected by the disaster of a million cavalry in Beimang!”
Huang Longshi smiled, with a little idea of when he was young.
Huang Longshi looked at the white alley, bent down and grabbed a handful of snow, and asked, “Then let’s go out of the city first, and you can enter the city again.”
The old man ignored him.
People in the world do not know that there is righteousness between heaven and earth, and they are mixed and manifold. This aura is majestic and harsh forever.
Huang Longshi raised his head and smiled, “Yuanbenxi, Yuanbenxi, no matter how I die, it will not be at your hands, but you have to wait, so naturally someone will deal with you. The white-clothed case in the capital, new and old accounts, it depends on how you pay it back!”
Wu Liuding carried one of them half-dead and was still muttering to ask Cui to carry him. While he was resentful, he felt relieved and was also slick, which meant that he was not heartbroken. With the sword in my hand, it is the most precious thing to cultivate the way of heaven. The sword heart is the most clear and clear. The skin of my body is secondarily. If the sword heart is contaminated with dust, then I will be destined not to expect to enter the realm of transformation for the rest of my life. Wu Liuding flew past the snow, and Cui carried Su Wang’s sword in front of him to open the way. The night ban in the capital is beyond ordinary people’s imagination, but this large area of night patrol soldiers and some elite spies in the capital have long received clear orders from their superiors, and they can turn a blind eye to the whereabouts of the three. As long as they do not commit the act of killing and robbing, they will ignore them. Therefore, Jianguan and Jianshi are still unobstructed when they go on night.
Wu Liuding arrived at a courtyard and did not knock on the door. He thought of climbing over the wall and jumping into it. As a result, the heavy snow in the courtyard tilted like thousands of swords in an instant. Cui, who was honestly pushing the door, ignored it at all. Wu Liuding was forced to retreat back to the alley, shrank his neck, and had to follow Cui and enter the courtyard from the gate of the courtyard. There was no one in the yard, and Wu Liuding hurriedly shouted, “Old ancestors, I’m in a hurry to leave the city. You are so handsome, so let’s take a way.”
There was only a tiny light in the house, silent. Wu Liuding looked at Cui with a bitter face, and the latter said calmly, “I hope the tomb master will take action.”
A plain voice came out: “How many of the two swords have learned”
Cui opened his eyes and said slowly, “Ninety-sized in shape, sixty-sized in spirit.”
The person in the house nodded gently, and the thin old man bent out a index finger, and his body was hunched and slowly walked out. There was a piece of light on his fingertips. He didn’t even look at Wu Liuding, and frowned and asked, “What’s going on?”
Wu Liuding was about to speak when the old man bounced his fingers, and the small ball of light suddenly came. Cui was indifferent, and Wu Liuding even closed his eyes and waited for death. The lights are slowly spinning back to the old man’s fingertips, like a moldy and dead tree.The old man walked out of the yard with a lantern and into a carriage. The driving groom is an old guy who is even older than the old man. Even if he is two years old, someone believes that he is still aged 2 years old. In fact, at the age of 40, this man believed that his swordsman had fallen into a bottleneck, so he went to the Wu family’s sword tomb to get the sword. As a result, he became a stern swordsman who painted the land as a prison in the Wu family. At the age of Jiazi, he became the sword servant of the old man in the carriage. In this year, he could compete with Song Zhiming, a elixir in Wudang Mountain. Wu Liuding walked into the carriage with Wen Hua on his back, Cui continued to lead the road and ran, and the carriage drove towards the central axis of the imperial road. The old man flicked his fingers gently, and the lights came out of the car, still in front of Cui, and the snowy road of more than a foot thick suddenly melted.
The old man sat down with his back and asked softly, “This is Wen Hua.”
Wu Liuding was so straightforward that he couldn’t hide his words. He said, “This kid was a stubborn man. Huang Longshi’s thousand-year-old turtle taught him to practice swords. He wanted him to kill the brother Xu Fengnian of the Prince of Beiliang. He refused. Not only did the Baxiu sword won from Lu Baijie’s hand be left to Huang Wangba, but he even broke the wooden sword that was more respectful than life. It’s okay if he broke an arm and broke a leg. After all, with Li Chungang’s pearls and jade in front, it may not be impossible to make a comeback. But this kid threw the wooden sword and destroyed the acupoints, like water collapsed, without any left. He would practice a sword in the future! He said that he would borrow ten taels of silver to pay twelve or three taels of money. You have lost all your money, more than twenty taels! You can’t bear to win, your head was kicked by a donkey.”
Wen Hua leaned against the wall of the car, smelling bloody all over his body, gritting his teeth and making no sound.
The old man said calmly: “If you don’t do this, do you think Huang Longshi can make him survive. No one can understand when he has ever had an old love with others. Since it is his chess piece, if you want to leave the chessboard alive, it must be no different from a dead person.”
Wu Liuding snorted coldly.
The old man always closed his eyes and still said in a gentle tone, “Six Dings, if it were you, if he did, you wouldn’t be able to practice swords. If you think so, I will cut off your hand and arm, destroy your cultivation, and throw it away from Jianshan. When will I think I can practice swords?”
Wu Liuding didn’t think that his ancestor was joking at all, and hurriedly smiled and said, “Don’t be angry, I’m just worth it for Wen Busheng. If you can practice swords, ten thousand swords can be practiced!”
The old man opened his eyes and looked at the young ranger covered in blood, and asked, “One person is in one person, you are empty now, and you should be at a loss, but have you ever thought about going back to the sword tomb with me?”
Wen Hua covered the broken arm with one hand, his face pale as snow outside the car. He shook his head, his eyes were extremely clear and said, “I know you are the great ancestor of the Wu family’s sword tomb, but I said that if you don’t practice swords, you will never touch the sword in your life.”
The old man laughed it off, and did not force it anymore, and closed his eyes.
The floating light on the street is a sword, and countless snow outside the car is a sword. Even this capital can be a sword, and it is even a sword itself. If the sword comes, how can it be said clearly whether there is a sword in your hand?