Chapter 043 – The Sword Arrives When People Arrive

Wudi city no one dares to go out of the city, Xu Fengyen didn’t give an inch, many times his fingers slightly curved, pulling a few weapons swept away in the air, like that elm pod sword nailed into the ground a few feet in front of the ink stained sword Zhou Mu, the big gun dragon around the beam is slanting in front of an expert with a gun, a red short sword of the famous slender waist swept away to the city, fell into the hands of a swordsman, in bits and pieces, more than a dozen of the sharp weapons have a new owner. These dozen of people after a short shock, without exception all clasped their fists and bowed to Xu Fengnian outside the city to show their gratitude. This was not just rejoicing at Xu Fengyen’s gift, but also the kindness of knowing them. In the crowd, a nameless skinny boy is the most notable, he actually got the sheathed big frost long knife, after being presented with the knife, the boy momentarily can not control the heavy knife of the living thing, was dragged by the knife for dozens of steps, and then fell on his butt to sit on the ground, only then hugged the frost knife tightly, grinning foolishly. No one on the sidelines laugh, the teenager was born in the city, his parents were a pair of retired top killers in the jianghu, some years ago died in a bloody attack by an unknown enemy, the teenager ran out of the city with the knife on his shoulder, to the guy who regarded the city full of experts as nothing, said that in the future he would follow the gods and goddesses you hang out, as long as he was willing to teach him to practice the knife, he Lu Yunchang was willing to sell his life.

Xu Fengyen asked for three spacious carriages to carry the goods, one of them, an old spy of the whisking water room who had been hibernating in the Wudi City for many years, surfaced and drove the first carriage, driving with old tears in his eyes, how could he stop them. Lu Yun Chang has been hanging out with the three religions and nine schools in Wudi City since he was young, and is well versed in all things, and is responsible for the second carriage, with his apprentice Wang Sheng, who has learned to drive sloppily, in the back, and Xu Fengyen sitting beside her, continuing to tell her some introductory matters about martial arts training. In addition to the carriage, the aged spy also has to take care of six additional horses, because the carriage is overloaded, need to change horses from time to time.

Four people, three carriages, twelve horses, plus the more than four hundred weapons, just like this leisurely sailed out of the East China Sea, and then along the southern fringe of the capital city of Pingfan, circled out a small arc of seeming, the team traveled to the top of the arc position, Xu Fengyen stood on the top of the hill near a lonely city pass, looked at the southern scenery for a long time.

Wang Sheng and Lu Yunchang two people of the same age have not been very opposite, Wang Sheng is not accustomed to Lu Yunchang’s playfulness, in front of her master is also not a proper behavior, Lu Yunchang do not like this sturdy “teenager” pedantry, the two people pinpoint each other, as long as they meet each other to fight non-stop, but Lu Yunchang is most afraid of is not that the immortal figure who gave the sword, in the In the opinion of the intelligent young man, since it is a land god’s expert, naturally, he will not bother with him. But the old man who always like to whisper to the horse, the oily Lu Yun Chang is afraid to death, it is very simple, the old man is a very powerful man in Wudi City, rumor has it that he sleeps in a mountain of gold and silver, and even the groom has borrowed silver from the old man surnamed Liu nicknamed “oil seller”.

When Xu Fengyen stood at the highest point of the terrain when looking south, not far away Wang Sheng in addition to the waist with that wooden sword, but also carried the rosewood sword box, but also with a rope tied crookedly four city sword, respectively, is the moth-eaten fish fine sword, the old Northern Han Confucian saint Cao Ye personally cast the three-inch sword “Cornelian”, the Taoist fairy Huang Ci Shan’s sword of the charm “Wild Crane”, and the “Pearl”, the sword that once pierced through the abdomen of the Emperor of East Vietnam. The coldness of the swords penetrated her skin and made her lips turn blue. Her master didn’t say why she had to suffer, but only told her that she would have to carry another sword in less than half a decade. In contrast, Lu Yunchang is too relaxed, all day carrying that big frost long knife stink show off, with a watery daughter-in-law like, sleep also want to embrace in the arms, at the moment came to the side of the Wang Sheng, the young man immersed in a lot of jianghu habits, but also know in the clan is concerned about seniority, although he and Wang Sheng some of the offending, but in the end do not want to be too rigid with the relationship with this fairy’s disciple.

Lu Yun Chang asked in a low voice: “Wang Mu Tou, what is our master looking at?”

Wang Sheng’s lips pursed up tightly, just gazing at his master’s side profile, unwilling to pay attention to the teenager beside him.

Lu Yun Chang was used to being ignored by this elm lump, and tirelessly asked, “Do you know who that aged green-shirted swordsman was earlier, I’ll tell you, the identity can be remarkable, called Chai Qingshan, is the old sword immortal of the East Vietnam Sword Pool, the number one expert in the Guangling Road, and has been a guest secretary to Zhao Yi, the Sword Pool Patriarch Song Nianqing had to call him an uncle, otherwise our master would have handed it back to him! Otherwise our master would have given him back four swords, including the Strange Grass? Of course, it’s not that our master is afraid of him Chai Qingshan, this is the learning of human feelings between good people in the jianghu, Wang Wood, you learn ……”

Wang Sheng finally couldn’t help but turn his head and glared, “Don’t say ‘our master’, my master has never recognized you as his disciple!”

Lu Yun Chang reached out and patted the sheath of the “Great Frost”, he said: “Speaking with a clear conscience, where can I find such a talented disciple, look at you, you have carried so many swords, but together they are not as famous as my sword.”

Wang Sheng simply didn’t talk to him.

The old spy surnamed Liu probably had enough of nagging the horse, walked over to the two kids, squatted down, grabbed a handful of dirt and pinched it in his palm, sniffed it.

One thing led to another, and Lu Yunchang was instantly silenced and took the initiative to sew his mouth shut himself.

Wang Sheng was not afraid of this silent old-timer, but he could not afford to be close.

The old man also does not with the two originally destined to have a lifetime will not have interactions with the children deliberately enlisted, but deep down really envious of these two heavenly lucky children, they may not know for the time being this chance is how big.

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

The most powerful feudal lord of the Liyang Dynasty, the King of Northern Liang, is the martial artist who personally did away with Wang Xianzhi.

The old man had no reason to sigh in a low voice: “such as sitting inside the glazed screen, the four cloth circumference is still windy. All these years, it is really difficult for our great general’s firstborn son.”

Wang Sheng is not heard the old man muttering what, Lu Yunchang ear sharp, could not help but squat down and asked: “Liu old man, what to say, to say?”

The old man turned his hands rubbing the soil, looking into the distance, said nonchalantly: “The most coincidental encounter, the most difficult to lead the interest. Kid, remember to cherish your good fortune, you such good luck, under the sky can not find a few.”

Lu Yun Chang was silent, sitting cross-legged, carrying the Great Frost Long Sword on his shoulder, his hands casually resting on the sheath, his eyes resolute.

After that is straight to the northwest, along the way no one dares to touch this big bad luck, many of the local first-class Jianghu sects of the big men have taken the initiative to give escort to the three carriages, at most, is in the roadside stand respectfully, see the carriage on the young feudal king, clasped fists and bowed to, regardless of whether the years of age, are in the status of a junior to do all the etiquette of the jianghu, as a mix of a familiar face.

When the carriage drove into Hezhou, Wang Sheng’s body had been bundled with eight swords, like a hedgehog, quite comical.

Today, Xu Fengyen sat on Liu spy’s carriage, chatting about spring and autumn warfare, this name has been abandoned for half a lifetime of the aged spy, now looking at the already very unfamiliar northwestern winds, laughed softly: ”All are already three skips of yellow soil and two skips of the people pressed on the body, I really thought that I can still come back alive to smell the flavor of the wind and sand here. As I get older, even if I can dream of this side, the old people and old things become vague.”

Xu Fengnian calmly said, “The Wudi City side is no longer the center of gravity of the Southeast Spy, the North Mang will soon invade south next, this side needs you even more.”

The old man nodded, “Taking a step back, as long as I can die here, it’s better than anything.”

Xu Fengnian smiled, “Master often mentioned you when he was alive.”

The old man lamented, “Southeast is full of green mountains and green water, and although it is hot, it is cold, but it is this side of the northwest, where it is cold, but it does not feel cold.”

Xu Fengnian smiled and said, “No wonder master always said that you like to drop books and privately called you a sour seller.”

The old man froze for a moment and cackled with laughter.

The old man suddenly looked solemn, Xu Fengyen waved his hand and said, “You guys keep walking, no need to wait for me.”

A thin old man appeared on the stagecoach road, both hands empty, but the weight of the sword intent was close to Li Chun Gang who had re-entered the Land Immortal.

Xu Fengyen got off the carriage and slowly moved forward, while the three carriages brushed past the old man whose appearance was not conspicuous.

When Xu Fengyen reached a distance of about ten feet between the two, the old man intentionally or unintentionally took the initiative to step back, and Xu Fengyen stopped along the way.

Xu Fengyen opened his mouth and asked, “Mound master didn’t bring a sword?”

The calm old man did not say anything, just staring at the young man who had turned the tide in the jianghu.

The old man finally said slowly, “You are going downhill.”

Xu Fengnian said blandly, “A reasonable thing. The mound master is not ashamed to have picked a good place and time.”

The old man laughed, “And picked a good opponent?”

Xu Fengnian did not say anything, some cold smiles at the corners of his mouth.

Wu Family Sword Mound, the contemporary head of the family, the true owner of the second most famous sword in the world, the Soo King Sword, Wu See.

An old man who had almost never competed with an expert outside of the withered mound in his entire life, yet had become a well-deserved great master of the Dao of the Sword.

Truly counting, Xu Fengyen and the old man are still related to each other, only back then, when his mother gave up her identity as a sword champion and violated the rules of the Wu Clan, that face of his sword servant aunt was scratched down with countless sword qi, which forced him to cover his armor on his face. Xu Fengyen did not have the slightest good feeling towards this old man whom his mother had said she liked to go to the Sword Mound mountain year after year to count the swords and wash and sharpen them.

Li Chun Gang once went to the Sword Mound to obtain his sword, Trojan Bull.

Deng Tai’a, the illegitimate son of the Wu family, had also been left to fend for himself on the Sword Mountain, and finally set up his own business, raising his own flying swords and becoming the Peach Blossom Sword God.

The two generations of worldly swordsmen leaders had not been able to bypass the withered mound where countless famous swordsmen had been buried.

Perhaps because of Li Chun Gang in the front and Deng Tai’a in the back, none of the old men on the stagecoach road could claim to be the first in the Way of the Sword, but there were definitely not a few who could take it lightly.

In the past, Wang Xianzhi was the only one who could.

Xu Fengyen, who had outwitted Wang Xianzhi in the beginning, could naturally do the same, only that he was no longer able to do so at the moment.

The old man’s qi was introverted, without any semblance of a master’s demeanor, smiling as if he was nagging his juniors about family matters, and asked in a pleasant manner, “You asked me why I didn’t bring my sword with me?”

Xu Fengyen frowned, quickly relieved.

The old man finally took a step forward.

A person arriving means a sword arriving.

What’s the harm in having or not having the Sovereign King Sword?