Chapter 093 – The Nine Swords of the Wu Family

The fledgling young warrior met the same only just debuted female warrior, the result is a defeat, can only let the female warrior spare her life. Sent sweet potatoes back to rest, Xu Fengyen heart also do not expect the last few days in the palace dragon chair to do that meticulous thing, women first broken melon, on the daily coil battle, also too not pity, Xu Fengyen alone back to the palace roof sitting in a daze, during the period of time to raise the sword Xuan Lei, after the sequential drop of blood spring plums and bamboo horses, when the dawn after the dawn, the sunrise slowly in the eastern sky bloomed, Xu Fengyen look at the nine skies above the magnificent Scenery, at this time it happens to be a giant immortal palace melodious morning bell ringing, one by one, sound by sound, unceasingly. I do not know why, perhaps a killings in Changle Peak, the hostility, Xu Fengyen’s chest conversion has a vast qi bulging, the speed of qi flow is far more than usual, especially when he stood up and saw the sky and the earth’s morning sunshine from the east to the west, a ray of sunshine sprinkled down in front of him, Xu Fengyen sat down on his knees, harnessing the sword towards the exposed sleeve, the flying sword sword awns skyrocketed.

This twelve flying swords only counted in the middle and lower texture of the flying swords flying out of the hand, uncontrolled, joyfully flying and swirling.

Like a demon in the gods and monsters, hundreds of years of arduous cultivation, once enlightened to get the spirit of nature.

The sword tire is complete.

There is a sword coming east.

Xu Fengyen was ecstatic, stepped through the iron shoes without looking for a place to get all the effort, at the moment without the need for qi traction, a thought, the flying sword Chaolu will be a flash of light, where the heart is, the sword to. Teasing for a long time, Xu Fengyen’s mind is filled with only one idea that no expert can say, your mother, finally can less raise a sword! Xu Fengyen did not rush to collect the sword, sitting quietly in place, looking at the Chaolu flight trajectory, eyes little by little revealed horror, dead lips pursed up, gritted his teeth and said: “Good one Deng Tai’a, the flying sword of the wonderful, not at all in the flying sword itself, not even in the raising of the sword, but in the hidden sword art!”

Xu Fenian laughed to himself, “If I had said it earlier, with my nature I would have definitely had to chip away at shortcuts, it’s better if I didn’t say it.”

Xu Fengyen raised a smile, five fingers flipping, flying swords lingering, like a delicate woman in love, let Xu Fengyen more and more want to laugh, I’m afraid this is the fun of practicing martial arts, martial arts road, the bitter hearted people heaven not to be disappointed, if then touch some chance, there will be all sorts of darkness and light, there will be a jump out of the bottom of the well heaven and earth open up the surprises. Xu Fengnian put away the morning dew back to the sword bag, jumped off the roof, walking in the purple gold palace, return to the Qingwuzhai, to his only memory before practicing sword and martial arts, high up in the palace courtyard veins, will not get lost, perhaps sweet potato has had a word, some of the early rise to do things of the palace maiden eunuchs are respectful, although not kneeling to salute, but also lowered his head to the side, never dare to look at one more glance.

Seeing her leaning against the courtyard door waiting for her return, Xu Fengyen was a bit lost in thought.

Sweet Potato softly said, “Sir, the slave girl has already made a congee and a few small dishes according to your taste.”

Xu Fengyen nodded her forehead, “Don’t you know some ways to nourish yourself? Won’t you be lazy?”

Sweet Potato laughed, “That’s the days of the young ladies, the slave girl can’t envy them and doesn’t like it either. If you blow a wind, you will get cold, if you sunbathe, you will get heatstroke, if you read a few lines of palace poems, you will cry and cry, this is not the temperament of our Northern Liang women.”

Xu Fengyen ate breakfast, today’s world is generally rich people three meals, poor people two meals, as for the qualification to go to raise the courtesan eunuchs, has not been the general sense of the rich and noble family, so to say, can wear a dragon robe to play the female emperor sweet potato is really more than the golden lady is also rich and noble, she single-handedly in charge of the city of Dunhuang seventy-eight thousand people’s right to life and death, the results to him, or the life of the maid of the vegetarian hand spoon, the life of the maid, the life of a woman. Xu Fengnian really can’t find a place where he doesn’t know what to do. To the study room as if in the wutong courtyard of the Beiliang royal residence, rosewood case full of sweet potato moved archives and her aunt’s handwritten books, Xu Fengyen saw a brass axle scroll, glanced at the side of the sweet potato stood in the rolled up sleeves grinding, see the corner of her mouth curled up, open up, unsurprisingly, it is a portrait of a clearly from the hands of the palace artists, with a top of the bright phoenix crown, motherhood gesture, Xu Fengnian in the painting and sweet potato, the mother of the world. Xu Fengyen went back and forth between the painting and Sweet Potato a few times, tsked: “It’s really like, the shape is like seven and a half, the god is like six.”

Seeing Sweet Potato’s sight sizzling, Xu Fengyen waved his hand expressionlessly and said, “Rest for two days.”

She skimmed her head and smiled.

Xu Fengyen slapped her on the buttocks and laughed, “Virtuous! Beyond the Wutong Courtyard, you’re wild as hell. When Gongzi I’ve recuperated a bit, I’ll make sure to make you beg for mercy next time.”

Xu Fengyen didn’t touch those secret scrolls that martial artists dreamed of, his own Hearing Tide Pavilion was still less? Those root and bone talent is not bad martial artists, is worried about the clever woman is difficult to cook without rice, neither the famous teacher to lead the way to the hall, after the master led into the door, but also no secret manuals to help enter the room, is indeed difficult to move forward, the hero is short of breath, difficult to become a climate. But messy flowers charming eyes, the same legacy of long, these two things, for the gate valve children is not uncommon, on the one hand, is not enough perseverance, can not eat the pain of rowing against the current, but to a large extent there are too many paths to the high-level realm, so that I do not know how to get started, or go astray, kind of martial arts are learning, the book of the secret manuals are looking at, but it is difficult to become a master, for the close to the water of Xu Fengyuan, knowing that For Xu Fengnian, he knows that he can’t chew too much, so he has been choosing only the secrets that are beneficial to the sword to chew on, and now that he has Wang Xianzhi’s sword manual, he is even more undistracted, and Xu Fengnian is so desperate, he really thinks that if he doesn’t play hard to get to know martial arts again, he can stand up to the guy who is hanging around together and stealing chickens and dogs, and now he is still carrying a wooden sword? The next time they meet, once they know their identity, they will be cut to death by Wen Hua with a wooden sword.

Put down the scroll, flipping through the sweet potato aunt’s journal, a thousand handwriting fonts, it is obvious, is the civet hair for the heart covered with autumn rabbit hair brush, the so-called word from the heart, in fact, not quite accurate, after all, writing is good for countless people, but coupled with what kind of pen, especially the bull’s-eye only with a kind of class of people, generally can guess eight or nine not very close to the ten, the woman is worthy of with the current North Mang female emperor to compete with the queen of the fierce people, though is a rigorous strokes of the dignified lowercase, extremely well mannered style, but in terms of a single word, the pen but the word hate into the wood, Xu Fengyen some understanding of how she taught the sweet potato such a woman. Slowly browse through the past, mostly some of the last generation of the North Mang Jianghu lords and devils fame, just reading, many wonderful place is enough to clap, sweet potato understanding carried a pot of green ants shipped from Northern Liang wine, Xu Fengyen finally saw the Wu Family Sword Mound nine swords of that battle, sweet potato aunt is also hearsay, but compared to the ordinary people of the sky, the Dunhuang City “two kings “The words of this Dunhuang City” will be too much credible, she herself is a top martial arts expert, penned a few hundred words, so that the later Xu Fengyen shocked.

Xu Fengyen read it over and over a few times before he couldn’t get enough of it, sighing, “So that’s how it is.”

Wu family sword mound two hundred years ago those two generations, known as the sword mound the most amazing talent generation of time, nine sword road master, one high in the heavenly image realm, two to reach the finger Xuan height, a diamond realm, plus the remaining five small master, can imagine, as long as the Wu family generation time, even counting one or two people died of old age, the same may be possible to do the unprecedented and no one after the one door of the five first grade! Xu Fengyen for the Wu family nine swords to go to the North Mang, just heard a guardian slave said that at that time the North Mang have self-proclaimed land sword fairy swordsman came out of nowhere, threatening to say that there is no sword in the Central Plains. However, for this statement, Xu Fengyen does not take it seriously, although the Wu family has always been high, always underestimated the world’s swordsmen, but then again, it is not to the point of going to the North Mang, once on the way to ask Li ChunGang, the old man of the sheepskin fur just God said a sentence of the western sword east, no longer explain.

With the sweet potato aunt wrote content, Xu Fengyen understand a general, nine swords against ten thousand riders, not their own battle, but by the strongest one, the Tianxiang realm sword crown as the eye of the formation, eight people take turns to do the sword master sword servant, finally become a shocking imperial sword array, you can imagine that the dense ten thousand riders, dead surrounded by the nine scene picture, desolate and bloody, a set of iron riders charging, coupled with a thousand times of flying swords to take head, is how the sword is so strong, so strong, so strong. What kind of sword qi is it singable?

Xu Fengyen marveled and marveled again, leaned back in his chair, muttering to himself: “This sword formation needs a top swordsman to create, it’s not possible to use it in the battlefield, can it be simplified like the set of punches for riding a bull? It seems to be quite difficult, jianghu masters are impatient with the rules and regulations, to the powerful mansion as a watchdog, is only rushing to a stable martial arts climb, fools are happy to go to kill and fight for their lives. But if you can get your hands on the rough embryo of the sword array, where to find? Wu family sword mound? It seems unrealistic. Will the Northern Mang Royal Court have a secret text? Even if there is, it’s even more unrealistic, it’s not something that can be exchanged for gold and silver.”

Sweet Potato laughed softly, “If your son really wants it, he can use the dead soldiers lurking in the royal court to do it.”

Xu Fenian shook his head, “That would be too unworthy of human life, it’s not worth it.”

Sweet Potato let out an oh.

Xu Fengyen didn’t lift his head and continued to flip through the pages, saying, “Don’t you move your head either, you’re not allowed to put this together, do you hear me?”

Sweet Potato softly snorted a hmmm.

Xu Fenian raised his head and laughed in anger, “Don’t beat a dead horse with me!”

Sweet Potato’s brows and eyes were infinite in flavor, wrinkled her small delicate nose, and said in a very rare childish manner, “I know!”

Xu Fengyen’s impression, in addition to being a scrupulous maid, she was like a meticulous sister, unable to pick out any flaws, making people feel like a spring breeze. In the yard several second-class maids and His Highness the Prince have been with for a long time, know his good temper, there will be some small scoundrels small naughty, but never angry black face of sweet potato and cold nature of the green bird, more than ten years as one day, never the slightest transgression. Xu Fengyen re-lowered his head, looked at, coldly scalding general retracted his hand. Curious sweet potatoes fixed their eyes, the four words of Topaz Bodhisattva came into view, and would smile. Come to North Mang, how to bypass this god of martial arts this bodhisattva, not to mention the Prince also with Tuoba Spring Falcon had life and death.

Three full pages are in the story of this North Mang military god, according to the handwriting format arranged to see, is a number of cumulative, almost every time Tuoba bodhisattva jumped the realm, the woman Dunhuang City Lord will write a sense of insights.

Xu Fengyen read it over and over again upside down, not tired of it, sweet potato looked at the table of the dragon spitting beads engraved funnel, to lunch time, she quietly left the house, and then quickly brought a food box in, Xu Fengyen pickled his food, continue to read those three pages of precious text, sweet potato moved a chair to sit beside him, see his mouth corner of the rice particles, reach out and pick it down into his mouth. Xu Fengnian also do not think, with sweet potato with many years, can say that their first teenage semen are her clean up the mess, always what things are warm hearted, even last night’s twice the plum blossomed into a water, there is what is good to be melodramatic?

Sweet potato took away the food box, sat down and said softly:

“If the slave girl dies today, will your son remember sweet potato for the rest of his life?”

Xu Fengnian calmly said, “Sweet Potato, if you dare to die, I dare to forget you, forget all about you. I’ll do what I say.”

Sweet Potato’s eyes reddened, but he smiled cheerfully and said, “Gongzi is so heartless.”