Chapter 083 – The Last Trip to Jianghu

Shen Jiafang in Tianyuan is one of the largest manor, many people, mountain deep water secluded, diligent farming and reading and avoiding soldiers and knives, feng shui is not bad. An old man and a small walk in the field, winter frost, not show fluffy, field stacks on some frost-beaten shriveled eggplant, the old man stooped down to pick a few pockets in his arms, behind the little girl wore a top of cheap sable hat, and from time to time to turn back and look away. The old man is still reading: “Do not look at this moment the eggplant is not bright, but was frosted, but into the mouth on the sweet, the taste is not worse than the winter carp, with the asparagus can be a match. I’ll find a house later, and I’ll give you a pot of fried eggplant myself. The Shen family owes me a big favor, and I picked this piece of feng shui land for them, not to mention a few worthless eggplants, or even a few lives, and said to take it away. Don’t look at me. Since I got Luoyang to help that kid, it’s a toss-up between life and death. Don’t stare at me. Yes, I let him fall into this trap, but he made my daughter suffer such a big loss, who am I counting on if not him. I, in general, do not help anyone, the East Vietnam emperor sound and color, I still preserved most of the East Vietnam royal family, the last king of the South Tang dynasty to inspire, there are ambitious, called a bright king, but now everyone in the South Tang territory is ashamed of surnamed Hong, to say in accordance with the reasoning that the world likes to speak, I do those hooks, is completely unjustified. When I asked you to assassinate the boy, and you said that the boy’s life is thin, sooner or later die, rather than die in the woman’s belly, or other people’s hands, not also like dying in your hands to clean, at least there is a whole body, there is a burial place, compared to the spring and autumn millions of lonely ghosts, why ever worse.”

The old man did not speak okay, a said these than the eggplant is also dry axioms, the little girl simply stopped, carrying sunflowers, looking towards the city dozens of miles away, the old man snapped, reaching out to grab a handful of sunflower seeds down, the little girl gamely twisted body, withered sunflowers spinning, do not let him have his way. The old man surprised eek, squinted and looked, only to see the distant city side of the storm, the sea of qi rumbling down, as if heaven and earth squeezed a line, sighed, rubbed his daughter’s sable hat, softly said: “partial is the most obsessive heartless people.”

The old man could not get any verbal response, well used to, weighing the amount of eggplants in the pocket, not enough for a lunch, and then picked a few, which muttered to himself: “If the city of 20,000 to 30,000 people can not be dispersed in time, the hand of Luoyang, heavenly grudges, the anger of the three teachings of the people, the Dragon and Tiger Mountain to take care of their own, but according to the two Zen Temple Li Dangxin’s temperament, sure to be out. The world of martial arts to pick up the steps, the realm of climbing, before entering the first grade, especially the second grade below, there is a simple and clear law, is to break the armor a few Xu, a fist Gang break a few armor, a sword sword gas through a few armor, at a glance, can be among the second grade, especially after the first grade, there is no such thing, because the law is too rigid, people are alive, Deng Tai’a sword is called the ultimate sword art, a sword breaks away from the thousands of armor, easily, but if it is cloaked in armor, it is not easy, but if it is not a good idea, it is a good idea, but if it is not a good idea, it is a good idea. It is easy, but if the person wearing armor is equipped with martial arts, it will be greatly reduced, if Wang Xianzhi armor, even if Deng Tai’a can not easily break the armor, is Deng Tai’a is a sword art fledgling? The saints of the three religions are blessed with a unique talent, Li Dangxin cut off the river to send a gift to the Taoist sect, if the river throws down, a move to drown thousands of people in the North Mang is not difficult, and may drown a few second-class martial artists? This is the root of the three saints do not enter the martial arts assessment, borrowing the power of heaven and earth, we have to look at the eyes of God to act, Wang Xianzhi top trek bodhisattva stream is not used. These two or three hundred years, the most real to kill more, in fact, there are only three, one is the Wu family nine sword to break ten thousand horsemen, one is Li Chungang a sword to break armor two thousand six, one is not long ago the south of Luoyang, because the other side are armor not to say, but also equipped with superb martial arts iron horsemen, especially the latter two, their own body to reach the realm of the heavenly image, even if it is not as obvious as the three teachings of the saints, can be more or less to be influenced by the number of qi, and some of the time! Killing a small pawn who is clearly unknown will cause more trouble than killing a general in battle. By Zhao hook lead, send elite iron horsemen to expel the people in the city, most of them are willow artemisia division, old but not dead is a thief, is a thief on the cowardly, willow artemisia division which is afraid of Luoyang out of nothing to worry about, then be affected by the pond fish, heavenly apocalypse of purple thunder rolling down, even if Luoyang to bear the ten of the seventy-eight, he was affected by the pond fish of the ten of the two or three, can be due to his sojourn too many years in the realm of the sky and months, and in the side of the emperor to attach to the sky of time of the dragon suspicion, the same to suffer a great sin. The same to suffer a great sin, must know that those who do not know is not guilty of the statement, used in the heavenly image realm on the most appropriate, the three teachings, precisely because they know not to divulge too much of the heavenly opportunity, but instead of bound hands and feet, the entry time of Luoyang is relatively short, and is not a member of the three teachings, more able to completely let go of their hands.”

Oh girl squatting on the ground silently pinching mud, the sole Spring and Autumn three ace Huang Longshi exhaled a mouthful of mist, whispered: “I do not know what I say I do not want. Where is the person who knows me? Tai’an City half-tongue Xunping knows, but unfortunately different aspirations and paths do not match, Northern Liang poisonous Li Yishan knows, but unfortunately one mountain can not accommodate two tigers, Liyang no longer have his position. Nalan Yuci also knows, but unfortunately born with me to go against the grain. Scholar ruling the country, scholar peace world, scholar scourge, these three people have their own needs, I am afraid that the last bright time of the strategist, and later can no longer see so my generation of readers so spirited and upside down scene, later ah, the scholar is all the emperor’s family of the playwrights actor la.”

Pocket full of eggplant old man smiled and said: “Spring and Autumn readers of the spine is crooked, I want it to straighten. The Spring and Autumn martial artists’ bullying and banning, I’m going to destroy thousands of secret books, put reins on them, and turn wild dogs into domestic dogs. I want to teach the world in the next few hundred years, no longer see the rivers and lakes of green shirts fighting sword flow, no longer see the earth immortal toward the North Sea and twilight Cangwu, no longer see the real person riding a crane to fly over the gate of heaven.”

The little girl Jia Jia Jia laughed.

Huang Longshi suddenly laughed to himself, “Back then, Li Dangxin scolded me for farting and thinking that I was hoary, a good scolding.”

The little girl was famished and her stomach rumbled. The old man laughed, took her to the village, Shen Jia Fang do not know the real identity of Huang Longshi, only as a god of the Dragon’s head and tail of the Immortal Founder, when Huang Longshi pointing out, only to let the Shen family of the Southern Tang Dynasty escaped, leaving this line of incense, and even the family’s lifeline of the genealogy of the Huang Longshi handwritten. The village of several clan house elders heard of the benefactor visit, are determined to raise a large table feast, but Huang Longshi did not agree, just borrowed a stove room and a jar of wine, and daughter Jia Jia Jia alone, the old man personally cook, fried a carp and a plate of eggplants, the old man did not how to eat, but just a few cups of wine surprisingly will be drunk, the room is dim, the candlelight wavering, the old man drunkenly pillowed in the The old man’s drunken eyes were resting on the desktop, and when he closed his eyes, tears were faint, and he murmured softly, “The world of a thousand years is the same as the banana deer, and I dream of butterflies and butterflies dreaming of me?”

The little girl took off the warm sable hat, gently put on the old man’s head, chin against the desktop, looking at the old man sleeping, stunned.

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Inside the city, both hostile sides were vocal.

Heaven and earth only left a line into the sword, the world’s first devil Luo Yang to heavenly image realm to make unprecedented sword fairy a sword, Song Nianqing two ears, two eyes, two noses, six orifices bleeding more than, always shut up and do not say a word, the city street surface overturned, the six broken swords sword folding gas is still there, in the rounded sword tire support, the six strands of the sword as thick as the thigh of an adult man stood in the sky and the earth, vaguely bells and drums, the sound of the sound, melodious and stirring, the heaven and earth a line of slit as a grinder grinding The gap has been only one person height, flying sand and stones, dim light, still not able to destroy the six sword sword tire on the spot. This trip out to the long-lost rivers and lakes, and not too many masters frame of the sword pool patriarch is only to change into a pair of brand new plain green cloth shoes, this time to white cloth framed into gusset, multi-layer stacked up to become the soles have been worn out for most of the time, which makes Song Nianqing floated up a trace of regret, focusing on the sword in this life, has never been a love affair, and the marriage of the sword pool of the quiet woman also stops at the respect for each other as a guest, just do not know why, the enemy in front of the life and death! A line, I do not know why but remembered that night when I was young, lifted her head, candlelight under her blushing face, so many years of love stops the ritual, but I do not know when she slowly became a frosty-haired crone, I do not know when she made this pair of shoes, the two parted, and took over as a burdensome bag, he is only treated as a woman’s family of the right and wrong, and now I realized that at that time, if I could have taken over the bag, read out a word her I’m not sure how good it would have been if I could have taken the bag, read her name, and said thank you.

Song Nianqing remembers a lot of past events, in his prime, carrying twelve swords, spiritedly going to Wudi City to challenge the world’s first person.

She also did not say much when he left home, just a polite smile, helped him to carefully arrange his clothes, sent to the door, stood there alone, did not wait for him to turn back. Later, Song Nianqing returned home, cold face and she brushed shoulders in front of the house, she wanted to say, just squeeze out a clean smile, not at all aggrieved and resentful.

Song Nianqing always in the past, not caring, inevitably some gloomy, how to find such a boring gourd boring woman, how to match their own sword?

This a touch of fatal trance, should have let Song Nianqing’s momentum frustrated, do not want to trance, for the first time in his life, the heart of the guilt, Song Nianqing only feel the sword heart in a flash net as glazed.

Outside the city originally had as much as a large sword box on the back of the sword pool swordsmen more than a hundred riders, before Luoyang shot began to machine around the city galloped, wherever they passed, flying swords out of the box, suspended outside the wall in the air, stopping but not falling, outside the city, has been hanging sword nearly a thousand handles, the sword array is majestic, the sword momentum is overwhelming.

The sword pool swordsmen who stopped their horses looked at each other in dismay, because the hanging swords outside the wall coincidentally fell to the ground, losing the qi traction, the patriarch seems to have given up the idea of using the sword array, but this set of sword array should be the patriarch Song Nianqing’s fourteenth sword of the deepest hidden, ah? With the nature of the Patriarch, it is simply impossible to face a strong enemy and choose to stand by and wait for death. Since the Patriarch had always regarded the Martial Emperor Wang Xianzhi as the last enemy of his life, even if he had met a rare and strong opponent within the city, it wouldn’t have ended up like this, for a while, the Halt Horse Swordsman were at a loss for words, and felt a strong crisis. But when the sword pool swordsmen according to the realm of high and low, one after another perceived the rising rich sword intent within the city, their faces showed surprise.

Song Nianqing lowered his head and looked deeply at the surface of his shoes, smiled faintly, let the six wisps of sword qi dissipate in the mill, let the flying wood and rolling stones pounce on his face, gently stepped on the only remaining intact street surface under his feet, heavily exhaled a mouthful of turbid air, finally could not suppress the blood that was churning in his throat, and spit it out in front of his body, which was soon hidden by the dust and disappeared.

Song Nianqing softly said, “It’s time to take a trip to the jianghu for you.”

Song Nianqing stepped on the ground and began to run wildly.

The last sword was also the last time to walk the rivers and lakes.

Song Nianqing herself was the sword.

Song Nianqing’s line of swords clashed with Luo Yang’s line of swords.

Song Nianqing’s clothes and skin were like a thousand cuts, and began to be bloody, but this great master of the Way of the Sword did not realize it, and laughed boldly, and swept away the green rainbow.

Give up the powerful sword array of a thousand swords, in exchange for a sword immortal sword in the eyes of outsiders who somehow take life in exchange.

This sword can be said to be invincible, raw tearing open the world of Luoyang and together, heaven and earth dim clouds and fog, Song Nianqing sword qi such as a fairy driving a dragon map, do not see Song Nianqing himself, only see the sword qi horizontally meandering, thunder and lightning, clouds and rain.

Did not anticipate that Song Nianqing will have this sword of Luo Yang held his breath, qi flow eight hundred miles in a flash, vajra finger XuanTianXiang three kinds of magic, melting and casting a furnace, clearly to prove that Song Nianqing this must die a sword can not seriously hurt her.

In fact, the two are still a few feet apart, Song Nianqing has almost died.

But the dying gas rushed nine days, the sword is still growing majestic.

Luo Yang launched his hands, sleeve cuffs are broken, head full of green hair blowing fluttering, as with a dragon wrestling, footsteps continue to slide back.

In the nick of time.

Outside the city, a thunderbolt exploded into the city.

The speed is so fast that where the thunder enters the city, there are sword pool two riders are wrapped up so that the horse is off the ground in the air, and fly to the city, the thunder breaks through the wall and enters, but the two swordsmen even with the horse directly hit on the wall of the same height, bang bang two sounds, turned into two puddles of blood, there is no power to fight back, and then die on the spot.

Luo Yang arduous turned his head to look to the east, a trace of unwilling irritation appeared in his eyes.

The Running Thunder, which was well versed in the resonance of heaven and earth and therefore had excellent concealment, arrived in the blink of an eye.

Luo Yang did not anticipate that Song Nianqing would die to make a sword immortal sword, also did not anticipate that that Liu Artemisia division will be the beginning of the spearhead pointed at himself, rather than that Liyang court is bent on killing after the fast guy.

Luo Yang gritted his teeth, the two tails of the green and red fish tried their best to reveal the small half of the floating body, trying to use this to resist Liu Artemisia’s sneak attack that was just right.

A white shadow almost coincident with Liu Artemisia division ran to the side of Luo Yang, hard to carry down the full force of the Tianxiang realm.

Even if this unknowing fellow only fought for a blink of an eye, Liu Artemisia had already brushed past Luo Yang and the sword qi.

Liu Artemisia was furious, and after weighing the situation in his heart, he didn’t chase after the white-robed devil who had lost the best time to hit him hard, but instead ran towards the little bastard who had spoiled his good deed.

From the city to the west of the whole four or five miles, that back I do not know how many walls upside down and crashed, in the last wall in front of the city, Liu Artemisia one hand, five fingers into a hook, as if from the person’s body grabbed an object, the other hand, a fist launched, will be smashed from the city to the city outside this guy.

Liu Artemisia coldly crushed the wisps of vaguely visible qi in his hand, like a lotus flower swaying in the wind, sneering: ”Unconscionable! Dare to jeopardize my intention of killing two birds with one stone, not only do I want you to die, but I also want you to be left with nothing before you die!”

In the city came a heaven-shattering and ear-piercing woman’s wail, poignant to the extreme, letting Liu Artemisia Master have a heart palpitation for no reason.