Chapter 362: Sword Qi Full of Northern Liang

Jiang Nai this trip sword back and forth, undoubtedly to Feng Zongxi group of people to find a step down, really seen the young banished immortal’s sword power, there is no longer the heart of the competition, Feng Zongxi self-confessed fight, certainly to lose to Chen Tianyuan this Jianghu reputation is worth the rising star, if with the Lu Jiejun teamed up to fight against the enemy, it will only be reduced to a pile of laughs, the two people together have lived for more than ninety years, and bully a young generation not yet reached the age of majority. The two of them together are over ninety years old, and they are teaming up to bully a youngster who hasn’t even reached his prime, what’s going on. If you lose, you will not be able to save your life, and if you win, you will not be honored, it is not worth it.

Even the Snow Lodge Gun Saint Li Houzhong, who had already announced the name of the Great Snow Cone, hesitated for a moment, and after glancing at Xu Fengnian, he put away the famous gun that was on par with Wang Xiu’s “Shasta” and Chen Zhi Bao’s “Plum Wine”.

This in the Central Plains Jianghu is regarded as the force is extremely heavy but the martial virtues of the master, originally known for his violent character, but Li Houzhong than Feng Zongxi Lu Jiejun two jianghu the older the more timid “friends”, to have a more indeterminate intuition, in fact, he does not fear the sharpness of the unparalleled Chen Tianyuan, but instead of that the air of the mediocre sword wearing gentleman Instead, he was much more attentive to that man with a flat aura.

When you are in the Finger Xuan realm, you will have the heart, you will be able to see things before they happen, you will be able to see things in a small way.

Li Houzhong as a pure martial artist with a diamond body, his finger Xuan realm, down-to-earth, one step at a time, and the jianghu reputation of the Northern Liang sword master Mi Fengjie, far more than the Taoist real person can anticipate the enemy, and also more able to kill.

Chen Tianyuan saw that the Snow Lodge Gun Immortal had no thoughts of life and death killing, so he obediently sat back in his original position, his mind was more on that sword-carrying woman, and he wondered, “When did Wudang Mountain have an additional reclusive woman sword immortal?”

Xu Fengyen of course would not answer this question, there was no need to make shallow conversation, appreciating this young relegated immortal was one thing, how to deal with it was another. Putting away his money pouch, he picked up a jug of green ant wine in one hand, then threw a wink to Fan Xiaochai, who silently pulled out a silver grain and placed it on the table, ready to follow Xu Fengyen as he climbed the mountain, the two of them walked towards the two mounts together, as they were superior Northern Liang war horses produced from the Fiber Leaving Ranch, they did not need to be tethered and would not get lost, much less be ridden by strangers at will. Chen Tianyuan hesitated for a while, just about to open his mouth to pair up, he was turned around and glanced coldly by Fan Xiaochai, the young swordsman who was confident that he could defeat the three renowned jianghu masters with one manpower was a bit discouraged, he sat down in his original position and drank a mouthful of calming soup, tasteless.

Suddenly, in the distance, someone riding a donkey came leisurely along the post road, the sound of hooves dripping, compared to the majestic and dense hooves of a horse, the sound of the donkey treading out was really a bit soft and comical.

Xu Fengyen froze for a moment, looking at the middle-aged man who rode a donkey to see the mountains and rivers, his face complex.

Fan Xiaochai did not recognize the middle-aged man, but she guessed the identity of the swordsman from the clues on the young feudal king’s face.

Riding a donkey, wearing a sword on his waist, and able to make Xu Fengnian stop and wait.

The only person in the world who was a swordsman.

Unexpectedly, when Chen Tianyuan saw this middle-aged swordsman, his face paralyzed expression blossomed with surprise, rising violently, striding forward, grabbing before Xu Fengyen and Fan Xiaochai, thrilled, trembling, “Greetings, Master!”

The middle-aged man jumped off the donkey and said helplessly, “How many times have I said, I am not your master, and I only have one disciple.”

Chen Tianyuan smiled brightly and said, “Whether or not you recognize me as your disciple is the matter of the master, whether or not I recognize my master is the matter of me, Chen Tianyuan.”

The middle-aged man did not have the good sense to say, “It’s also thanks to the fact that you’re still a little accomplished in swordplay, otherwise, with this kind of unpleasant obstinate temperament of yours, you would have long since given someone a beating that you wouldn’t be able to recognize your father or mother.”

He led the donkey to Xu Fenian’s body, sized him up and asked strangely, “Isn’t it just a Hong Jingyan, why is it so miserable?”

Xu Fengnian softly said, “Taking a punch from Tuoba Bodhisattva’s pouring power, not dying is already an earned favor. Later on, Chen Zhi Bao found me at Huai Yang Pass and had another point-blank fight, slightly delaying my chi recuperation.”

The middle-aged man drifted off and let out an oh.

This time it was the turn of Chen Tianyuan, whose heart was higher than the sky, to be dumbfounded, Hong Jingyan plus Tuoba Bodhisattva, and then Chen Zhi Bao?

Xu Fengyen thought about it and decided not to climb the mountain first, leading the middle-aged man with the donkey back to the tea stall, glancing at the sword on his waist, he asked with a smile, “The earliest time I met you outside of the East Sea’s Wudi City, the second time I met you in North Mang’s Dunhuang City, and the last time I was in Tai’an City, on all three occasions we met, I did not see you wearing a sword, what about this time?”

Deng Tai’a said in a serious manner, “In the middle of fall, where can I go to break the peach blossom branches, can’t it be that there are still peach blossoms blooming in Northern Liang at this moment?”

Xu Fengyen sighed, Peach Blossom Sword God or not, the exiled immortal Chen Tianyuan or not, why do these swordsmen, always like to tell some unfunny jokes.

Deng Tai’a patted the sword on his waist and smiled, “How about my disciple’s filial piety to master?”

Xu Fengnian glanced at the bland sword and had to say, “The gift is light.”

Deng Tai’a shook his head, “What about twenty taels of silver, it’s not light.”

Xu Fengnian laughed: “Listening to the tide pavilion in fact there are still a few good swords, if you want new casting of the sword, I still have some friendship with the Youyan Villa, now they Longyan sword furnace and water dragon gin furnace are also in the casting of the sword ……”

Deng Tai’a waved his hand to interrupt Xu Fenian’s kind gesture, “What do I need those swords for.”

Xu Fengyen smiled and said, “I know you definitely don’t want them, but I still have to say these words.”

Deng Tai’a sneered, “Worthy of being Xu Snapdragon’s son, it’s a pity to follow Wu Su’s looks.”

Xu Fengnian was a bit resentful, and after taking his seat, he asked, “Drinking wine or tea?”

Deng Tai’a wine can drink, but can’t talk about liking, as for drinking tea is even more boring, since he arrived in Beiliang Road, he asked for a pot of green ant wine in accordance with local customs.

When Deng Tai’a opened the seal, he squinted at Chen Tianyuan and casually asked, “What’s with this look?”

Chen Tianyuan laughed, stretched out two fingers and gently pulled off the seamless rooted face skin, revealing a handsome to the extreme face, not inferior to Song Yushu of Western Chu or Yu Luanjie of Northern Liang.

Xu Fengyen finally understood why this guy would sympathize after seeing himself, the original is really not just because of thick skin.

Xu Fengyen asked, “The rumor in the jianghu is that you have taught him swordplay, I didn’t believe it originally.”

Deng Tai’a said blandly, “I can’t talk about teaching sword skills, after Li Chun Gang borrowed a sword for ten thousand miles, I returned from North Mang and just happened to see this person in the territory of Nanzhao at the top of a mountain to realize the sword, so I nudged a few words, and then I returned from a visit to the Immortals in the East China Sea, and landed from the South China Sea Goddess of Mercy Sect, and I saw him once more on the way.”

Xu Fengnian looked deeply at Chen Tianyuan and sighed, “No wonder.”

No wonder Chen Tianyuan was able to advance in the sword path by leaps and bounds. Li Chun Gang was unwilling to ascend, after his death, he was burdened with the qi of the sword path, naturally scattered on the earth, and the little mud man because at that time, he was sitting on the qi of the Western Chu Dynasty, it was not possible to inherit this jianghu qi of the old man in sheepskin fur, so he thought that the lucky one was Chen Tianyuan, who was found by Deng Tai’a.

So Xu Fengyen blurted out, “Chen Tianyuan, do you want to learn Two Sleeves Green Snake and Sword Opening Heaven’s Gate?”

Chen Tianyuan frowned and shook his head, “Why do I want to learn?”

Xu Fengyen asked in a deep voice, “You dare not learn?!”

Chen Tianyuan argued, “Why wouldn’t I dare? How about being Li Chun Gang’s famous mastery? So what if you are Xu Fenian?”

Fan Xiao Chai was a bit strange, under the impression that although this young feudal lord was deep in his city, he was not considered to be how wantonly arrogant and domineering he was.

As for the Taibai Sword Sect’s exiled immortal, no matter what behavior, Fan Xiaochai will not feel the slightest surprise.

However, even after seeing the “real person” Chen Tianyuan, Fan Xiaochai still disliked it from the bottom of his heart, and could even be said to be even more detested.

If you like me, you don’t need a reason.

I don’t like you, there are all kinds of reasons.

Love in the world has been bitter since ancient times.

Xu Fengyen and Chen Tianyuan between the sword tensions, the latter body sword will flourish like the rising sun, so that originally thought to rest a few tables of people are like a great enemy.

Chen Tianyuan said with a straight face, “I came to Northern Liang, originally to find you for a battle.”

Deng Tai’a, who had always stayed out of the way in the jianghu, unprecedentedly opened his mouth and said, “In a battle of certain death that cannot be retreated from, pulling out the sword is just as good as pulling out the sword; in a needless battle that is certain to be lost, what is the point of pulling out the sword for?”

Chen Tianyuan gripped the hilt of his sword, his face cold, “He was the one who was aggressive in the first place!”

Xu Fengyen gently exhaled a breath and sneered, “If you don’t learn it, I guess old man Sheepskin Fur’s Two Sleeves Green Snake, people like you can’t learn it even if you want to.”

Chen Tianyuan sneered, “There is no sword move under the sky that I, Chen Tianyuan, cannot learn!”

Xu Fengyen turned his head to look at Fan Xiaochai, “Have you ever felt that this guy has a face that owes you a beating?”

Fan Xiaochai nodded.

Only she added with the suspicion of great disrespect, “Just like someone.”

Chen Tianyuan was doubly relieved, the woman’s elbow really turned towards her own family.

Xu Fengyen ignored Fan Xiaochai’s disobedient words that made two birds with one stone and glanced at Chen Tianyuan, “You’re so ugly, you’re far worse than Li Chun Gang.”

Chen Tianyuan sneered, “Same as each other.”

Xu Fengyen took a sip of wine and said smugly, “Who is in the same boat as you, do you Chen Tianyuan have a legitimate daughter-in-law?”

Chen Tianyuan looked at Fan Xiaochai who was near but as far away as the sky, looked at the villainous young feudal lord, a little melancholy, for the first time in his life, he wanted to drink to drown his sorrows.

Deng Tai’a poured some green ant wine in his hand and turned around, that old donkey immediately bumbled closer and licked all the wine.

Xu Fengnian asked, “Why did you come to Northern Liang?”

Xu Fengyen simply did not feel that a Wudang martial arts discussion could cause this transcendent Peach Blossom Sword God to come here on hearing the news.

Deng Tai’a said flatly, “I don’t care how Liyang North Mang fights, I’m not even interested in how Liang Mang dies.”

As a result, Xu Fengyen waited for half a day, but Deng Tai’a always spoke half of his words and did not give an answer.

It took Deng Tai Ah a long time to realize that the young vassal king was waiting for him to open his mouth, and only then did he tsk, “This green ant wine …… is really strong, let me slow down.”

Then Xu Fengyen and Deng Tai’a raised their heads coincidentally, except that the two raised their heads in diametrically opposite directions.

In the direction of Escape Summer Town, it was East Vietnam Sword Pool Chai Qingshan, Longhu Mountain Qi Xianman.

At that time, the two sword masters had previously gone to Liang in company, quietly up the mountain, temporarily living in Wudang’s newest open peak of that Qing Shan Guan, and did not attract attention like many Jianghu big brother.

To the east of the stagecoach road, on the other hand, was a carriage with an aged horseman carrying a longsword instead of a sword at his waist.

Chai Qingshan and Qi Xianman came together, quickly recognized by Feng Zongxi Lu Jiejun identity, especially Feng Zongxi, has visited the East Vietnam Sword Pond many times, and the last patriarch Song Nianqing is quite familiar with, but at that time to face the Song Nianqing, now but not the age of Feng Zongxi is naturally to the younger generation, Chai Qingshan from the Spring and Snow House chief guest secretary into the East Vietnam Sword Pond, Feng Zongxi is the first set of guests, mouth must be called Mr. Chai Qingshan, this former Liyang, the first time in the past, the first time in the past, the first time in the past. Chai Qingshan, the first expert in the southeast of Liyang in the past, had immense respect and admiration. Lu Jiejun recognized Chai Qingshan, from the misty peak and the Ministry of Justice deep relationship, the last time Cao Changqing soldiers in Tai’an City, Lu Jiejun should have fought with Chai Qingshan side by side, only due to the closure of the life and death to miss the event that can be called a breathtaking, but Lu Jiejun in the jianghu has always been released in the East Vietnam Sword Pool, no matter Zongxue heritage, or the sword Road intention, are higher than the Wu Family Sword Mound, the world knows that the inverse of the Wu School.

So when Chai Qingshan appeared, Feng Zongxi Lu Jiejun two people quickly rose, look respectful, Dou Changfeng and those misty peak disciples even more dare not openly sit, as local officials Xu official to see the center of the purple and yellow ministers.

Chai Qingshan is not the kind of martial arts master who rejects people outside of a thousand miles, in the face of Feng Lu’s two attentive and warm, but also pleasantly polite pleasantries, and by the way introduced the side of that forgettable Qi immortal warrior.

Immortal Warrior Qi looked warm and gentle, a gentleman like jade.

He was originally at the foot of the mountain to escape the summer town to wait for Mr. White Lotus, who was also a Dragon Tiger, and only rushed here with Chai Qingshan after inadvertently sensing the rich sword qi here.

At this moment, the Four Great Masters of Martial Assessment, there were two of them, Xu Fengnian and Deng Ta’a.

The New Martial Assessment Four Minor Patriarchs, there were also two of them, Chen Tianyuan Qi Xianman.

At the same time, the people in charge of the East Vietnam Sword Pool and the Wu Family Sword Mound had in fact arrived.

Chai Qingshan, Wu See.

The carriage stopped by the side of the stage road, and Wu See slowly got off.

Deng Tai’a, who had his back to the old man, snorted coldly.

He, the Peach Blossom Sword God who came out of nowhere, never had any good feelings towards that sword mound.

In the past hundred years in Jianghu, only a handful of three people were able to get out of the Wu family’s sword mound, the earliest being Li Chun Gang who took the wooden horse oxen in a big way, then the previous generation’s Sword Crown, Wu Su, who completely broke with the family, and lastly Deng Taia, who left in a dashing manner with an invincible appearance.

The old man sat nonchalantly on the bench beside Xu Fengnian and said with a smile, “Little Tai’ah, how many years have we not met?”

Deng Tai’a had a stern face and lowered his head to drink, not happy to speak.

Xu Fengyen felt odd as he faced this elder of his mother’s family, wanting to speak.

The old man stretched out his dry palm and gently patted the back of Xu Fengyen’s hand, then smiled amiably at Deng Tai’a, “Being born in a different ancestral hall, it is true that my Wu family did not do right by you in the first place, when you left home you threatened that you would not share a common grave and mountain in death, do you really want to be like this?”

Teng Tai’a coldly laughed: “What, the hall Wu family sword mound, still need me a surname Deng foreigner to support the face?”

The old man smiled and said, “If you are willing to recognize your ancestor, it is also possible.”

Teng Tai’a estimated that he was almost about to swear, but still held back and swallowed back his stomach, fiercely pouring a mouthful of wine.

The old man’s eyes seemed to be in a bit of a trance, “At the top of my Wu family’s sword mountain, there were once four swords erected, Trojan horse ox, Tai’ah, Daliang Dragon Sparrow, and Chest.”

The old man took the bowl of wine handed over by Xu Fengyen, lowered his head to take a shallow sip, and looked towards the Wudang Mountain side, “The Trojan Horse Ox was taken away by Li Chun Gang and broken. Fortunately, the hilt of the Great Liang Dragon Sparrow taken by Su Maiden is still intact and has a successor. Vegetarian king sword was originally my sword, and then gave to Cuihua that child under the false pretense of six tripods, only the ancient sword chest has not recognized the master, so far it is even more lonely inserted in the top of the sword mountain.”

Not only is Xu Fengyin Deng Tai’a and Chai Qingshan the sword master, even Lu Jiejun Feng Zongxi heard a sword ringing in the box in the distance.

It could be seen that there must be a world-renowned sword hidden in the box nearby, and it was trembling slightly.

Deng Ta’a face indifferent, indifferent.

The old man sighed, and did not continue to persuade Deng Taia.

Deng Tai’a put down the wine pot, ”The favor that Wu Su saved me at the Sword Mountain back then, I have long since repaid it by saving Xu Fengyin’s life at the East China Sea Wudi City. The favor of Wu Su passing on my Wu family’s sword skills, I also gifted Xu Fengyen with twelve flying swords, and it has also been cleared.”

The old man seemed to be a bit tired, “What you say is what you say, I just feel sorry for that Tai’a sword, how is it not an outcast?”

Teng Tai’a finally raised his head to look squarely at the old man for the first time.

When he was a child, he lived alone in the dead silence like the ghost of the netherworld above the sword mountain, only when hungry, only to go down the mountain to look for food, otherwise it is to stay in the jungle of ten thousand swords, let Sen Sen sword qi invasion of the body, fainted again and again, again and again to wake up. That kind of pain, deep

Into the bone marrow.

During those years, only two people climbed the sword mountain, Xu Fengyen’s mother, Wu Su, who taught him the most basic sword skills in various ways.

Another person was the old man in front of him.

He once carried a fainted teenager on his back to the top of Sword Mountain, overlooking the Sword Mound.

It wasn’t until the day he left the Sword Mound that Teng Tai’a realized the identity of that eccentric old man.

The sound of the sword shook loudly.

Like a woman covering her mouth and whimpering, like a sob, mournful to the extreme.

Almost pierced the eardrums.

In addition to the old man, Xu Fengnian Deng Tai’a and Chai Qingshan four people only, even Chen Tianyuan and Qi Xianman Li Houzhong frowned, Feng Zongxi Lu Jiejun is the flow of qi non-stop, as a way to resist that moving invisible sword qi, Dou Changfeng and the stream is desperately covering the ears.

On the contrary, the tea stall owner of this ordinary people, only feel that the sound is noisy, and not the slightest injury.

The old man didn’t turn his head, he just reached out and pointed to the side of the carriage, ”In more than thirty years, that sword flew away from Sword Mountain on its own three times, the first time was when you left the Wu family and it was left behind by you by force. The second time, it was when you ascended the East Sea Martial Emperor City to challenge Wang Xianzhi. The third time, it was when you fought Tuoba Bodhisattva to the death in Northern Mang. In Tai’an City, during your battle with Xu Fengyin Cao Changqing’s trio, it did not leave the Sword Grave, but merely chirped sadly at the same spot. Probably because it feels that the master will not hold it in his hands for the rest of his life. Since ancient times, all heirloom weapons have spirits, and I believe that there are only a few as pathetic as the Tai’a Sword.”

Xu Fengyen suddenly laughed at himself, “As one of the same Four Great Masters of Martial Assessment, originally, after Cao Changqing’s death, when I returned to the peak, among the three, it would be hard for Tuoba Bodhisattva to go further, and I think I’m closest to being the No. 1 person in the world.”

The old man looked at Xu Fengnian and Deng Tai’a and laughed cheerfully, “It’s all the same anyway.”

Deng Tai’a let out a heavy sigh.

Xu Fenian couldn’t help but snicker, “Old Deng ah, pretentious isn’t it?”

The old man nodded his head deeply, “That’s right!”

Deng Tai’a looked forlorn.

The old man collected the meaning of jokes, said in a deep voice: “Don’t forget, your Deng Tai’ah ancestor, was once one of the nine people of the Wu family who broke the ten thousand cavalry of the Northern Mang! He was even the one who presided over the sword formation!”

Deng Tai’a took a deep breath and gazed at Xu Fenian, “North of the Guanwai Rejecting North City, give me 10,000 Northern Mang iron cavalry!”

Xu Fengyen narrowed his eyes and smiled, “10,000 is a bit less, 20,000 don’t be too much.”

The old man pulled the corners of his mouth and muttered to himself, “Sure enough, he’s the same as Xu Snapdragon.”

Teng Tai’a raised his arm violently.

A white rainbow swept in.

Teng Tai’a was holding the Tai’a sword.

Sword Qi filled the earth!