Wu Liuding was carrying a half-dead bastard on his back and was still talking about asking Cuihua to carry him, and he was relieved at the same time, and he would flamboyantly tongue, indicating that he had no intention of dying. With the sword in my hand to cultivate the way of heaven, the sword heart is the most valuable, the skin of the body, but secondly, the sword heart is stained with dirt, then it is destined not to expect to enter the realm of transformation for the rest of your life. Wu Liuding flew over the snow, and the cuihua in front of him carried the Suwang sword to open the way. The night ban in the capital is strict beyond ordinary people's imagination, but the night patrol soldiers and some elite spies in this large area of Gyeonggi have already received a clear order from the top, and they can turn a blind eye to the whereabouts of the three people, as long as they don't do the act of killing people and robbing houses, they will ignore it, so the sword crown and sword attendant violated the rules and walked at night, and the road was still unimpeded. Wu Liuding arrived at a courtyard, did not knock on the door, thought of jumping directly over the wall, but the heavy snow in the courtyard tilted like a million swords for a moment, and the Cuihua who honestly pushed the door ignored it at all, Wu Liuding was forced to retreat into the alley, shrunk his neck, and had to follow behind Cuihua, entering the courtyard from the courtyard gate, there was no one in the courtyard, Wu Liuding hurriedly shouted: "Old ancestor, old ancestor, anxious to get out of the city, you old face is big, show the way?"

There was only a tiny light in the room, and it was silent, Wu Liuding looked at Cuihua with a bitter face, and the latter said calmly: "I still hope that the tomb master will make a move." ”

A bland voice came out, "How many percent have you learned from those two swords?"

Cuihua opened her eyes and said slowly: "Ninety percent is similar, and sixty percent is divine will." ”

There was a soft hum in the room, the thin old man bent out an index finger, and his figure walked out slowly, with a ball of light on his fingertips, he didn't look at Wu Liuding, frowned and asked, "What's the matter?"

Wu Liuding was about to speak, the old man flicked his fingers, the small ball of lights came suddenly, Cuihua was indifferent, Wu Liuding closed his eyes and waited for death, the lights slowly swirled back to the old man's fingertips, like a moldy dead tree lifeless old man "carrying a lantern" Walked out of the yard, stepped into a carriage, and the driving groom was an old guy who was even older than the old man, that is, the age of his two Jiazi was also believed, in fact, this person was forty years old and thought that his sword path had fallen into a bottleneck, so he went to the Wu family sword mound to get the sword, and as a result, he became a dry swordsman in the Wu family's painting of the ground, and Jiazi became the swordsman of the old man in the carriage at an advanced age. Wu Liuding sat in the carriage with Wen Hua on his back, Cuihua continued to lead the way, the carriage drove to the central axis of the royal road, the old man flicked his fingers lightly, the lights came out of the car, still in front of Cuihua, and the snowy road with a thickness of more than a foot suddenly melted.

The old man sat down and asked softly, "This is Wen Hua?"

Wu Liuding was a straight man who couldn't hide his words, and poured beans into the bamboo tube and said: "This kid has a tendon, Huang Longshi's thousand-year-old Wang Ba taught him to practice swords, and asked him to kill Xu Fengnian, the brother of the Beiliang Shizi, but he refused, not only did the Baxiu sword won from Lu Baijie's hand leave it to Huang Wangba, but even the wooden sword that was heavier than life was broken." It doesn't matter if you break an arm and a leg, after all, with Li Chungang Zhuyu in front, you may not be able to make a comeback, but this kid has lost the wooden sword, destroyed the hole, like water bursting the embankment, there is not a single thing left, and he will practice a fart sword in the future! What do you say to borrow ten taels of silver from Lao Tzu to repay twelve or three taels, you have no return for all your blood, more than twenty taels! Wen Busheng, your head was kicked by a donkey?

Wen Hua leaned against the wall of the car, covered in blood, gritting his teeth and not making a sound.

The old man said flatly: "If you don't do this, do you think Huang Longshi can let him live? Huang Longshi, that madman, when did he read the old love with someone? No one can understand the truth in his stomach." Since he is his pawn, if he wants to leave the chessboard alive, he must be like a dead man. ”

Wu Liuding snorted coldly.

The old man always closed his eyes, and his tone was still gentle, "Liuding, if it were you, like him, you wouldn't be able to practice swords?" Okay, if you think so, I will cut off your hand and arm, abolish your cultivation, and throw it away from Sword Mountain, when do you think you can practice swords." ”

Wu Liuding didn't think that the old ancestor was joking at all, and hurriedly smiled: "Don't be angry, old ancestor, I'm just worthless for Wen Busheng, I can practice swords, 10,000 swords!"

The old man opened his eyes, looked at the young ranger covered in blood, and asked, "One person is alone, you are empty now, should you come to Jitai, have you ever thought of returning to the sword mound with me?"

Wen Hua covered the broken arm with one hand, his face was as pale as snow outside the car, he shook his head, his eyes were unusually clear, and said: "I know that you are the great ancestor of the Wu family's sword mound, but I said that if you don't practice swords, you will never touch a sword in this life." ”

The old man laughed at it, didn't force it anymore, and closed his eyes.

The floating light on the street is a sword, the countless snow outside the car is a sword, and even this capital can be a sword, and it is a sword itself.

Wu Liuding's eyes widened, his face was shocked, the old ancestor was actually laughing?!

Before the carriage arrived, the city gate slowly opened, it can be seen that the Wu family's sword mound is not all as far away from right and wrong as the rumors in the rivers and lakes, the horseman got out of the car, and the reins were handed over to Cuihua, who was also a sword attendant, and the head of the Wu family wiped his two fingers before getting off the car, and the lights outside the car went out, and said: "Wen Hua, I wrote down this name." When do you remember that you lack a sword, you might as well come to the sword mound to take a look, eight hundred years of hidden swords to collect swords and grab swords, hundreds of thousands of swords in the sword mountain are piled up into a mountain, if there is no one you want at that time, it is not too late to go down the mountain and come out of the mound. ”

Wen Hua still shook his head miserably.

Wu Liuding couldn't wait to slap this uninteresting Wen Busheng to the ground, and then buried it directly with snow.

The old man of the Wu family, known as the "Su King" of the sword, stood on the street with the swordsman, watching the carriage go out of the city, and the heavy snow behind him soon covered the seemingly endless imperial road.

The old man said to himself: "Outsiders mistakenly think that the Wu family's dry sword is the ruthless sword, it is a big mistake, this time, Liuding should understand this truth." Heaven is ruthless, never to say that the world is cold and ruthless, but the word fairness, if people are ruthless, let alone lifting a sword, they are not worthy of being a man. ”

The sword attendant beside King Su remained unmoved.

The old man looked back, "I don't know why, from here to the palace, there are a total of eighteen gates, and I always feel that there are juniors who can pass through with a sword in the future." ”

The carriage drove out of the capital for half a mile, and Wen Busheng in the carriage suddenly said, "Let me take another look." ”

Cuihua stopped the carriage and hung up the curtain, and Wu Liuding helped this guy to look at the capital.

Wu Liuding said softly: "Do you regret it? It's still too late, the swordsman who entered his eyes in the eyes of my ancestor in this life has killed one hand, if you kid want to go to the sword shrine, I will send you." ”

Wen Hua was sitting precariously and looked straight at the capital, "There is something I wanted to say to the two of you a long time ago, I used to be my little belly chicken intestines, I am afraid that you will listen to me, and the realm of kendo has advanced by leaps and bounds, so I have hidden my selfishness." Since I don't practice swords, I'll just say a few more words, whether it makes sense, I'm not sure, it's your business whether you listen or not. Liuhan, you are practicing a domineering sword, but since I know that Xu Fengnian is really the son of Xu Xiao, then I believe more in the so-called domineering, it is impossible to be truly ruthless and unjust, because I believe that I can teach a son like Xiao Nian, the king of Beiliang who stepped on the Spring and Autumn Period, must be a good old man. Again, Cuihua, Princess Beiliang's birth sword transferred to the world sword, you can learn it, how to reverse it, I can't say it, I have to spend my brain, anyway, you are not only smart or smart, I actually know what sword Tao is, it is all nonsense. ”

Wu Liuding scolded: "You kid confess his last words to me?

Wen Hua shook his head and said: "Why do you want to die, I still have to find a daughter-in-law, and I have to give birth to a baby, my brother is not angry, and gave birth to a nest of daughters without a handle in the crotch, and you have to count on me to inherit the incense." I'm going back to my hometown to open a small restaurant, green onion noodles, I'm good at it, but it's a pity that sauerkraut noodles, it is estimated that no one in my house likes to eat, and they can sour their teeth, so you are willing to eat them in six jars. Cuihua, let me say something from my heart, the six cylinders are good, don't dislike him for not being as good as you, the man who has no interest is reliable. Also, when Sensei comes to me in the future, Lao Tzu is ashamed and can't afford to lose that person. When my injuries are almost healed, find a random place to put me down, go their separate ways, and go their separate ways. By the way, Liuquan, I can't afford to pay back the money I owe you in the capital, but no matter what you think, I will treat you as a little half brother, and if I don't be polite to you, I will take it as the red envelope owed by you two when I marry my daughter-in-law in the future. ”

Wu Liuding snorted, but his eyes were a little astringent.

Wen Hua stretched out his one arm, rubbed his face, only to find that he was full of tears, grinned, and shouted towards the capital: "Xiao Nian, let's say goodbye to the two brothers, know you, Lao Tzu will not lose in this life!

Wen Hua smiled bitterly: "Let's just talk about it, how can I really not treat you as a brother." ”

Wen Hua stretched out his hand and waved, "Xiao Nian, it's easy to go." ”

He Wenhua, a nobody who went to the prodigal son in the dirt, went to the rivers and lakes, hooked his shoulders and crossed his back with Xiao Nian when he was in trouble, was called a son, rode the bad horse and rode a mule, practiced two swords, and took the most breath of the rivers and lakes, and he was not sorry for his brother, this life is worth it!

Wen Hua was a little sleepy, closed his eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled slightly.

Because before he went to sleep, he remembered the crooked tune he had hummed together that year.

The steamed buns are white, white, but they are not as white as the cool breasts.

The lotus tip is warped, but it can't be the little girl's ass.

......

Wen Hua didn't know that in the capital, a person was crazy and ran wildly on the central axis royal road, full of white hair.

He swept up the city.

"Wen Hua, fuck - your ancestors are eighteenth generation, who the hell allowed you not to practice swords!"

A sword was thrown out of the capital by him.

"Don't pull it down, Lao Tzu shouldn't have this sword!"

The white-haired man lost the stalk.

He lowered his head, his eyes blurred with tears, his lips trembled, he choked softly, and he couldn't cry.

"Whoever forbids you not to practice swords, I will not forbid you. I said that we would work together so that everyone would not dare to look down on our brothers. ”

"You are stupid, we used to partner to cheat people out of money, so you don't know how to pretend to kill me? Xu Fengnian even if he stabbed Wen Hua with a sword? That year, when did I not pretend to be a wicked person to help you cheat those little ladies?"

"You are allowed to be my brother, not your brother?

Xu Fengnian was hoarse and cried, crying and crying, crying and bending over.