The Snowy Path of the Heroic Blade Chapter 43: People reach the sword to reach the sword

No one in Wudi City dared to leave the city, and Xu Fengnian didn’t have the chance to get into the footsteps. He bends his fingers many times and drags a few weapons into the air, like that elm pod sword nailed into the ground a few feet in front of Zhou Mu’s body. The spear dragon was inserted obliquely in front of a master with a spear, a red short knife with a slender waist swept away from the city, and fell into the hands of a knife guest. Owner. After being shocked for a while, these dozen people all expressed their gratitude to Xu Fengnian outside the city. This is not just a gift from Xu Fengnian, but also a kind of grace. Among the crowd, the most attention was paid to an obscure youth who was obliterated. He actually succeeded in getting the big frost long sword with its sheath. After being given the sword, the boy couldn't control the heavy and famous sword like a living creature for a while. After being dragged away by the knife for dozens of steps, and then fell to the ground, he hugged Frost Knife tightly and grinned silly. No one else could laugh. The boy was born in the city. His father and mother were top killers who retreated from the rivers and lakes. He died in a **** attack and killed a few years ago. The boy ran out of the city with a knife on his shoulder and faced that Regarding the master in the city like a person with nothing, he said that you will follow the gods in the future, as long as he is willing to teach him to practice the sword, he will be willing to die.

Xu Fengnian asked for three spacious carriages. One of them was an old spy who had been dormant in Wudi City for many years. He surfaced and drove the first carriage. He couldn't stop crying when he drove. Lv Yunchang had been with the Sanjiao and Jiuliu since she was a child in Wudi City. He was proficient in everything and was in charge of the second car. He was in charge of the second car. Xu Fengnian sat next to her and continued to tell her some important things about martial arts. In addition to the carriage, the old spy also had to take care of six additional horses. Because the carriage was too heavy to imagine, it was necessary to change horses from time to time.

Four people, three carts and twelve horses, plus the more than four hundred weapons, sailed out of the East China Sea freely, and then along the southern edge of the Gyeonggi Ping Domain, a small arc that seemed to exist or not existed When the team reached the top of the arc, Xu Fengnian stood on a hill near the Gucheng Pass and watched the southern scenery for a long time.

Wang Sheng and Lu Yunchang’s two peers have always been in a bad way. Wang Sheng couldn’t understand Lu Yunchang’s hippie smile, and he didn’t have a straight line in front of her master. Lu Yunchang didn’t like the pedantic of this strong "boy". For Maimang, as long as he meets his head, he will have to quarrel non-stop, but what Lu Yunchang is most afraid of is not the immortal figure who gave the sword. In the eyes of the clever young man, since he is a master of land immortals, he will naturally not care about anything with him. But that old guy who always likes to whisper to horses, Lu Yunchang, who is slick, is scared to death. Simple, the old man is an extremely powerful figure in the city of Emperor Wu. It is rumored that he sleeps in Jinshan Yinshan, even the bridegroom. I borrowed money from the old man surnamed Liu, who was nicknamed the "oil seller".

When Xu Fengnian stood at the highest place and looked south, not far away, besides the wooden sword on his waist, Wang Sheng also carried the red sandalwood sword box on his back, and even tied it with a rope crookedly. The handles of the city-head swords are silverfish rapiers, the three-inch sword "Jiuyu" personally forged by Cao Ye, a Confucian sage in the Old Northern Han Dynasty, the "Yehe" rune sword of Huangci Mountain, and the emperor who once stabbed through the East Yue. The long sword on the abdomen "beads". The sword air was awe-inspiring and cold, and it came into the skin, and Wang Sheng's lips were bruised with cold. The master didn't say why she suffered this crime, but told her to carry an extra sword in less than half a decade. In contrast, Lu Yunchang was too relaxed and cozy. He carried the big frost long knife all day long, and he was like marrying a Shui Ling wife. He had to sleep in his arms. At this moment, he was by Wang Sheng's side. He was immersed in a lot of social habits, and he also knew that in the sect, he paid attention to ranking according to seniority. Although he was a little offended with Wang Sheng, he did not want to have a relationship with this immortal apprentice.

Lü Yunchang asked in a low voice: "Wang Mutsu, what are our masters looking at?"

Wang Sheng's lips pressed tightly, just staring at the master's profile, unwilling to pay attention to the young man beside him.

Lv Yunchang is used to being ignored by this elm bump, and tirelessly asked: "You know who the old swordsman is, I tell you, his identity is extraordinary, his name is Chai Qingshan, Dongyue The old sword immortal of Jianchi, the number one master of Guangling Dao, served as a passer-by for Zhao Yi. Song Nianqing, the lord of Jianchi, had to call him uncle, or would our master return him the four swords including the strange grass? Of course, it’s not that our master is afraid of him, Chai Qingshan. This is the knowledge of human relationships among the heroes of the rivers and lakes, Wang Mu-mutu, you should learn something..."

Wang Sheng finally couldn't help turning his head and staring: "Don't take a bite of'our master', my master never recognized you as an apprentice!"

Lv Yunchang stretched out his hand and patted the scabbard of "Dashuang", hehe said: "Where can I find such a talented disciple of me, I will look at you, and carry so many swords together. Not as famous as my knife."

Wang Sheng didn't talk nonsense with him at all.

The old spy surnamed Liu was probably nagging enough with Ma, walked to the two children, squatted down, grabbed a handful of soil in his palm, and sniffed.

One thing drops one thing, Lu Yunchang fell silent for a moment, and he took the initiative to sew his mouth.

Wang Sheng is not afraid of this taciturn old predecessor, but he can't afford to be close.

The old man did not deliberately win over the two children who were destined to never meet for a lifetime, but deep down they really envy these two lucky babies. They may not know how great this opportunity is for the time being.

The most powerful feudal king of the Liyang Dynasty, the King of Northern Liang.

I even personally killed Wang Xianzhi's warrior.

The old man whispered for no reason: "It's like sitting in a glass screen, and it's very charming. These years, it's really hard to be the eldest son of our great general."

Wang Sheng didn't hear what the old man was muttering. Lu Yun had long ears and couldn't help but knelt down and asked, "Master Liu, what are you talking about?"

The old man turned to rub his hands in the soil, looked into the distance, and said, "The most coincidental encounter, the most difficult to learn. Boy, remember to cherish good luck, you can’t find a few copies of such good luck in the world. Up."

Lv Yun was silent, sitting cross-legged, carrying the Dashuang long knife on his shoulders, putting his hands on the scabbard at will, his eyes firm.

After that, I went straight to the northwest. No one dared to touch this big mold along the way. Many local first-class martial artists took the initiative to **** three carriages. At most, they stood respectfully on the side of the road. See you The young queen queen who arrived on the carriage held her fists, regardless of his age or not, as a junior, doing the etiquette of the rivers and lakes, just as a familiar face.

When the carriage drove into Hezhou, Wang Sheng had an eight-handed sword tied to him, like a hedgehog, quite funny.

Today, Xu Fengnian sat on the carriage surnamed Liu, chatting about the Spring and Autumn Wars. His real name has been abandoned for half his life. Now he looked at the strange Northwest Fengzhi, and laughed softly: "Du He is already a person with three dustpans and two dustpans pressed on his body. I really didn't expect to come back alive and smell the wind and sand here. When I am older, even if I can dream of this side, the old people and old things will become vague. ."

Xu Fengnian said calmly: "Wu Emperor City is no longer the center of the southeast spy. Next, Beimang will soon invade south, and you need you more here."

The old man nodded and said: "Take ten thousand steps and say, as long as you can die here, it's better than anything."

Xu Fengnian smiled and said: "Master often mentioned you during his lifetime."

The old man said with emotion: "There are many green mountains and green waters in the southeast, although it is hot, it is cold, but the northwest is cold, but not cold."

Xu Fengnian smiled and said: "It's no wonder that Master always said that you like to drop the book bag, and privately called you a sour man."

The old man froze for a moment, and laughed.

The old man suddenly looked solemn, and Xu Fengnian waved his hand and said, "You continue walking, don't wait for me."

A thin old man appeared on the post road, with empty hands, but the heavy sword intent, Li Chungang, who was almost reentering the land god.

Xu Fengnian got out of the carriage and moved forward slowly, and the three carriages passed by the inconspicuous old man.

When Xu Fengnian walked about ten feet apart, the old man deliberately or unintentionally took the initiative to take a step back, and Xu Fengnian also stopped.

Xu Fengnian asked: "Does the mound master not carry a sword?"

The calm-looking old man didn't speak, but just stared at the young man who turned the rivers and lakes upside down.

The old man finally said slowly: "You are going downhill."

Xu Fengnian said calmly: "It's a matter of reason. The owner of the mound is indeed a good time to pick a good place."

The old man smiled and said: "Is there a good opponent?"

Xu Fengnian had no words, and there was a sneer at the corners of his mouth.

Wu Jian Tomb, the contemporary patriarch, the real master of the second Su Wang Jian, Wu Jian.

An old man who has almost never competed with a master outside of the dry grave in his life, but has become a well-deserved master of kendo.

Actually, Xu Fengnian and the old man still have a relationship with each other, but the mother gave up her sword crown identity and violated the Wu clan rules, and the face of the sword servant aunt was cut off with countless swords. Cover the face. Xu Fengnian said to this mother that he liked to go to Jianzhong Mountain year after year to count and polish his swords, and he didn't have the slightest affection.

Li Chungang once went to Jianzhong to get the saber Trojan Horse Niu.

Deng Tai'a is the illegitimate son of the Wu family~IndoMTL.com~, who also lived and died on Sword Mountain, and finally became a self-made sword, raised his own flying sword, and became the Peach Flower Sword God.

The leading swordsmen of the two generations failed to get around the dry tomb where countless famous swordsmen were buried.

Perhaps because Li Chungang is in front and Deng Tai'a is behind, the old man on the post road can't be called the first person in kendo, but there are definitely few people who can take it lightly.

In the past, only Wang Xianzhi could do it.

Xu Fengnian, who had surpassed Wang Xianzhi and held the general trend at the beginning, is naturally also possible, but it is no longer possible to do it now.

The old man is introverted, without the slightest mastery demeanor. He smiled, as if he was chatting with the younger generation, and asked kindly: "You asked me why I didn't bring a sword?"

Xu Fengnian frowned and quickly relieved.

The old man finally took a step forward.

When people arrive, they arrive at swords.

Why does it matter if there is a vegetarian king sword?