Chapter 282: The Iron Horseman’s Wind and Snow Down South (IV)
East China Sea Wudi City, since the young man surnamed Jiang is not here to beat the tide to sharpen the body, here is completely without a backbone, quickly from everyone’s aspirations of the jianghu holy land into a most unusual but the city, no more out-of-this-world white old man Wang Xianzhi, no longer sitting on a high building to watch the battle of the Cao Changqing, not riding a donkey upside down to carry a branch of the peach Deng Tai’a, no more a sword hanging into the city of the slow entry to the Sui Xiaogu, there is no more on the groom Lin crow and others. The groom Lin Crow and other people, not to mention the year the bowl on the head of the northern Liang King, without the Emperor’s Wudi City, mediocre and boring. Although so far there is still no official troops stationed in Wudi City, but the city people understand that this is sooner or later, so those who are wanted by the government in the early years of the devil and hermit here, those who are hiding from their enemies and living here in the martial arts, those who are not willing to pay attention to strife in the gold basin, have left the city of the East China Sea.
At the head of the city where the tide was beating, a slender figure suddenly appeared at the head of the city.
Not far away from the tide like thousands of troops and horses surging, violently beat the city head, instantly obscured the figure.
In the next moment, the figure disappeared, perhaps it had been swept away by the waves.
But wait until the tide receded, the city head again appeared a figure, unlike the former who came and went in a hurry, this man did not immediately disappear, only to see his simple clothes, ordinary appearance, full of stubble, boots are also a little torn.
Only this unremarkable middle-aged uncle in front of his body, hovering a three-foot sword, a tiny tremor like a mosquito fly wings.
The dusty man stopped the sword and looked around, his eyes were stern, and he was like the sharpest sword in the world.
A hundred miles and a flying sword, from Tai’an City Chintian Supervisor to Liaodong Snow Mountain, then from Liaodong to Liaosi, and then from Liaosi back to the capital city, all the way south to this place.
The man reached out and rubbed his chin, “Xie Guan Ying, your ability to run is truly the best in the world, but if you have the ability, you can run to the South China Sea in one breath.”
After about an incense burned more than an inch in height, the man sneered, “Found you!”
The hovering psychic flying sword, like hearing the edict, preceded its owner and flashed away.
Not long before that, because it was past the point of eating, in front of a baozi store whose business was slowly cooling down, the child who had been nicknamed by a certain green-robed girl as a dog’s heart was staring wide-eyed at a poor scholar with frosty temples, and the child whose real name was Gou Youfang was looking up at the poor man who was shy in his bag, and looking down at the last of the baozi which hadn’t been able to be sold out in exchange for copper coins, and the child’s line of sight went back and forth in The child’s eyes went back and forth between the two, beside him, Master was already cleaning up the dishes on the table, the old man in the end is the Wudi City to make a living for most of his life, this does not hear, to be honest in the Wudi City, strange things and strange people have seen a lot, so much so that when they run into a normal one, instead of being surprised. The old man has seen too many strange guests, smacking buns too much meat do not want to pay, also smacked the buns why not sweet, there are a few dollars in the pocket are not, the sword and knife on the table and left, but also ate a few dollars worth of small dumplings, mouth yells their own year tasted how many kinds of delicacies, and pretending to pull out of the arms of this broken manual for a cage of buns, and even more claimed to be the Cao Changqing is Deng! There are even those who claim to be Cao Changqing or Deng Changqing, or who claim to be Tai’a or whoever, so they are not happy to pay the bill, there are just too many of them.
The child asked, “Want to eat Xiao Long Bao?”
The poor scribe with tattered but clean clothes was expressionless.
The child asked again, “No money?”
The scribe just stared at the child.
The child is not the kind of people who fall into the well, although since childhood no father and no mother to follow the master to live in the days of struggle, but the family is very good, so even if the poor scribe in front of him is clearly want to eat for nothing, but the child still did not say bad words, just hesitant to whether to give him the small dumplings, after all, to send a cage of dumplings is not a big deal, but I’m afraid of the guy ate the buns after relying on their own and the master, I remembered that the name of the Jiang I remembered that the guy named Jiang Axe Ding, who used to live in the city and frequented this place, had once said that he was grateful for the rice, but he didn’t care about the rice. Just when the child was planning to still give a cage of buns for nothing, that poor scribe suddenly opened his mouth and asked hoarsely, “What is your surname and name?”
The child was instantly a little tired, alas, since he helped Master Ah with the odd jobs, those jianghu diners who claimed that their roots and bones were clear were martial arts practicing wizards, there were eight without ten, so the child subconsciously did not have the good sense to say, “This cage of buns can be sent to you, but I don’t practice martial arts.”
The child suddenly remembered that this older fellow in front of him didn’t look like that fighting martial artist, but more like a teacher, so the child quickly added, “I don’t go to private school either.”
The poor outsider repeated the question with an expressionless face, “What’s the last name and what’s the name?”
The child subconsciously took two steps back, with some heartfelt fear and awe.
The middle-aged scribe standing in front of the child frowned, and after raising his hand, the child saw that this person was pinching a small half of a broken bowl in his hand, and in front of the child’s face broke off pieces the size of fingernail slices, and threw them into his mouth, and chewed them up just like that.
The child was dumbfounded, this man starved to insanity is not?
When the child easily back to God, suddenly scared pale, only to see their own neighborhood, the master seems to give the immortal cast a stasis, always maintain the posture of bending down to wipe the desktop, not only the master, the pedestrians on the street are still, some people lift their feet forward, but that one step just can not step on the ground is still half a foot in height, some people feel the inversion of the spring cold is really difficult to get through, and would like to use the jumping and stomping to drive away the cold, so the The whole person is suspended in the air, some people in and side by side with friends gag, turn the head of a bright smile, so solidified …… All this is beyond the limits of the child’s imagination, hands trembling, a moment did not hold the cage of buns, but wait until the small bamboo cage fell to the ground, then it is a picture of the sky shaking the ground in the child’s line of sight. In the child’s line of sight, Master, the table, pedestrians, the street, all shaking violently, see the child a dizzy spell.
The middle-aged scribe took a few steps forward, bent down to pick up the cage of buns, and stood shoulder to shoulder with the child, the child then saw that in the silence of heaven and earth, the only thing that came slowly was a sword.
The man said hoarsely, “My name is Xie Guanying, from now on you will be my only disciple.”
The man pulled out the other half of the broken bowl from his arms, relatively much more intact, and put it into the child’s hand, then one hand suddenly pressed on the child’s head, and said blandly, “Hong Zaixiang is unwilling to act for the heavens, and be the one who loathes to win over Xu Fengyin, and me, I am the one who wants to do it, but can’t do it.”
The man looked up at the sky, the hand pressed on the child’s head slightly increased the force, suddenly the mist rose, immortal qi, and finally coalesced and took shape at about three feet, a picture of the mountains and rivers with a thousand weather conditions, and there were scaly dragons hidden in the mountains and rivers.
Raise your head three feet there are gods.
The fallen man retracted his sight, looked at the flying sword that broke free from the boundaries of the Heavenly Dao, and regretfully said, ”It turns out that a thousand years of longevity, a hundred feet further than Lu Zu, is just a joke in the end. Admitting you as a disciple was a last resort. I will be the first, Cao Changqing will be the second, as for who will be the last, I hope it will be you. Remember, when you meet someone named Yu Di Long in the future, don’t show any mercy. Just don’t bother thinking about certifying ascension in the future, and as a second best, you might as well try to make yourself famous.”
After saying these words, the man disappeared.
The rosy-cheeked child looked around in bewilderment, Master Ah began to continue wiping the tabletop, the pedestrians on the road continued to move forward, and the heavens and earth continued to bustle with activity.
And the flying sword disappeared with it all the same.
The child looked down, only the half broken white bowl in his hand unmistakably told himself that the encounter was not a daydream, this child murmured, “My name is Gou Youfang.”
Hearing a hello.
The child looked up sharply and saw an ordinary-looking middle-aged uncle, who smiled and asked, “Is there any food left in the store?”
Gou Youfang hurriedly turned around and hid the broken bowl in his arms, “This customer, our store’s signature xiao long bao is gone, wontons and noodles are still available.”
The unimpressive middle-aged uncle didn’t seem to care at all about a child and half a broken bowl, just grinned, “Then let’s have a bowl of wontons, and add a plate of spicy oil, how spicy how to come.”
The child smiled and responded, “Okay, our spicy oil is something that even the guests from Sichuan can’t tolerate, so I’m afraid that you will ask us for cold water.”
Uncle suddenly looked embarrassed, “Xiao Er.”
The clever child was the first to snatch the words, “Just put it on the bill!”
The uncle was still a bit embarrassed, “It’s best if I can put it on the account, but I’m in a hurry to get on the road, and I may not be able to come back here for a few years, so this will be troublesome.”
The child laughed, “It doesn’t matter, our store has been doing business in the city for thirty years since my grandfather, as long as you have the heart, not to mention a few years later, ten years later will be fine, of course, if you really want to forget about it, just forget about it, it’s just a bowl of wontons.”
The child was not such a poor and generous person, but somehow met a strange man who called himself Xie Guanying, and by magic became that person’s disciple, the child is young after all, and even if the disposition is stable, it is also a little happy.
Uncle glanced at the child a few times, and suddenly reached out in the child’s shoulder arm pinch a few times, eeked, tsked: “surnamed Xie does have some luck, is it the return of the light? This can also pick up leaks? If not, even I, Teng Tai’a, would have to hit my eyes.”
The uncle squinted his eyes and hemmed and hawed, “Little brother, I observe that your roots and bones are clear ……”
The corner of the child’s mouth twitched, helplessly said, “Customer, I really don’t practice martial arts, so don’t accept me as a disciple, a bowl of wontons only …… A master, this customer wants a bowl of wontons!”
That side A master answered and went to work.
Uncle waved his hand and said, “Don’t worry, I have an apprentice, that kid is fond of jealousy temper, if he knows, he will not be able to avoid being blankly stared at by him, but I don’t have the habit of eating people’s food for nothing, surnamed Xie exchanged half a bowl for your cage of buns, then I, Teng Ta’a, exchanged a box of new swords for a bowl of wontons for you.”
After saying this, the uncle could not help but pull out a small wooden box, unusual white wood texture, at a glance is not a precious thing, the value of the object inside or not, it is even more obvious.
The middle-aged man obviously some face embarrassment, when the gift to the son of His Highness’s sword box, that is from the Wu family sword mound hand in hand the top grade rosewood, until he himself wandering the world, where to go to make money?
Only the sword box is a world of difference, the box hidden in the few pocket flying sword, can definitely not follow the price.
Teng Tai’a threw the wooden box to the child, “Little brother, your ‘qi’ is actually enough, the things in the small box, have time to play more play, which the doorway, I think will soon be able to figure out.”
Flying sword how sharp, and Teng Tai’a slightly moved a small hand, will open the box and move, is bound to be the first time to drink blood to recognize the master. General martial arts, without the child hidden that unique “qi”, is the whole body blood are poured into the sword body also make not move.
Deng Ta’a did not rush to kill Xie Guanying, but leisurely sat at the table waiting for the bowl of ravioli.
When the ravioli was brought to him, the child summoned up the courage to ask carefully, “Senior, I thought about it just now, and I think that you are actually the Peach Blossom Sword God, aren’t you?”
Without the slightest surprise, Teng Tai’a nodded his head and said, “Surname Xie tossed out such a big commotion, I’m sure you also saw my flying sword that entered the city, hence this question, right?”
The child scratched his head and said, “Just now, senior Sword God didn’t report his name himself.”
Speechless Teng Tai’a lowered his head and ate the wontons.
As he ate, he was even more reluctant to raise his head. Just now, he accidentally poured all the spicy oil into the ravioli, and now he was sweating profusely, so he couldn’t bear it. But Deng Tai’a to use qi to cover up the embarrassment is too difficult for the Peach Blossom Sword God, to a large extent, it is not the original heart, not the sword intent. To a lesser extent, Deng Tai’a never cared about the style of a high ranking person.
Teng Tai’a managed to deal with that big bowl of wontons, only then as if relieved, looked up and said in a serious manner: “Little brother, if in the future the sword and practiced the sword, decided to go on in the sword road, then we must remember one thing, the sword is not a sword, even if it has been withdrawn from the battlefield, gave way to the sword, and even in the future, in the temple, the officials also began to like to wear a sword as a decorative, but no matter what! Things change, the sword is still a sword, the sword has two blades, so raise the sword against the enemy, in addition to a blade to kill and injure people, there is also a blade as a self-reflection of the use of ……”
Speaking here, Teng Tai Ah’s complexion changed slightly, “No more, something to be busy, see you again in the future with destiny. Also, those elders grudges, you juniors do not need to take seriously. How to live how to live. Mixed rivers and lakes, no matter how other martial arts people live, we use the sword of the people, can not have too much hostility, otherwise any of your cultivation through the gods, can not be counted as a true immortal.”
Deng Tai’a stood up and turned around, hurriedly exhaling, this spicy oil is really powerful.
The reason why this Peach Blossom Sword God does not continue to nag, spicy oil is one thing, there is also that he really do not know how to reason with people.
Teng Tai’a reached out a little, a flying sword appeared in the southern air, the next moment he stood on top of the flying sword, one person and one sword passed away in an instant.
In the entire Wudi City, only the child named Gou Youfang noticed this scene.
In the first hundred years, there was Li Chun Gang, Wang Xianzhi, Xu Fenian, and Xuanyuan Qingfeng.
Like the battle of Spring and Autumn, a group of heroes rose up side by side.
In the latter hundred years, there were only two.
Like the new dynasty, the two countries on the grasslands of the Central Plains confrontation.
Those two people in the world after the fame, each is regarded as the world’s first person, in the subsequent one a, ten years for about, six fights, winners and losers are equal.
And every time, after someone won one match, the situation would be equalized by another person in the next match.
Yu Di Long is not truly invincible, the world is still Gou You Fang!