Han Changsheng frowned, it seemed that he didn't quite agree with Xie Zhao's hasty inference.

"Can't fight? How is this possible? Lu Wound Bird is the sword attendant of the 'Thousand Years Old Sword Immortal', a master of the half-step Void Heaven Realm!

Now that he is blocked by others at the door of his house and 'asks' sword competition, if he avoids it, won't it be very disgraceful? Let the world dismiss him as timid as a mouse, without the martial arts heart of a sword fighter? ”

Xie Zhao shook his head slightly.

She turned her head, her gaze wandering and she didn't know where to go, this person was still slightly distracted.

"No, the martial arts state of mind of the sword fighter is about having no distractions, about keeping his heart as before, and about denying himself and not forgetting the way back.

People, hearts, Tao, and instruments, the four images are one, and the sword is like divine help.

If you don't have a pure land to protect in your heart, you won't be able to understand the true meaning of holding the sword.

If a person doesn't know why he holds the sword, then one day it will be difficult to hold the three-foot Qingfeng in his palm. ”

Ling Or listened thoughtfully, and he glanced lightly at the girl who said this casually.

These words are actually very zen and have deep meaning.

Only a true master can understand that it is definitely not a lowly person in the martial arts of the Jin Yao Realm who can penetrate it.

Martial arts are all the way, all the way.

Although Xie Zhao is evaluating the person who fights the sword, the martial arts in the world are already intertwined.

For the true masters, it makes no difference whether they are holding a sword, a knife, a stick, or a mace in their hands.

Han Changsheng "cut", he looked at Xie Zhao playfully, and said with a smile:

"I said Ah Zhao, your martial arts realm is so poor, but this kind of bluffing rhetoric is handy, it seems that there are three sects and nine streams in the rivers and lakes, and all kinds of words, you don't look at it in vain on weekdays!"

Xie Zhao smiled faintly, the corners of his lips curled, and he didn't refute.

She shrugged her shoulders, picked up the teacup and took a sip, then followed his words and said very naturally:

"That's nature, as the saying goes, 'It's better to read 10,000 books than to travel 10,000 miles, and it's better to travel 10,000 miles than to walk a storyteller on the streets and alleys'."

I don't have the ability to do it, my internal strength and martial arts realm are low, and I learn the moves very often, but fortunately, my brain is still enough, and the insights and anecdotes of the side of the door and the light skills of escaping are finally reasonable. ”

Han Changsheng affirmed this, and he nodded solemnly.

"Ah Zhao, I didn't expect that although your kung fu is sparse, your self-awareness is still very clear."

His family Ah Zhao has a poisonous mouth, loves to be lively, and is easy to provoke right and wrong, and under such layers of superimposed death labels in the rivers and lakes, he can grow up to adulthood in a healthy and safe manner, which is really indispensable for luck, light work, and brains.

However, although Xie Zhao's resourcefulness has been fully verified in Han Changsheng's heart in the experience of traveling in the rivers and lakes for a year.

But Shen Wei asked about such a big event as the "Golden Terrace" road injury, even if it was just to gamble on luck, he didn't want to miss it like this.

So he frowned, still not wanting to give up easily.

"You're really not going, are you? Then I'll go by myself! ”

Xie Zhao waved his hand, signaling that it was better to leave or not.

Ling Or Ben also wanted to take a look and try his luck, but for some reason, Tuan Mei pondered for a moment, and shook his head to indicate that he would not go.

Han Changsheng pointed at Ling He with hatred that iron could not become steel, and sighed.

"Ling or, ah Ling or! I said what's good about you?

Ah Zhao is just a mere Jin Yaojing, and it doesn't matter if she is not self-motivated. You are a young master of the dignified Saint King Human Realm, how can you be willing to fall?

Hey, you have to go, this young master is leaving, no matter what you are, if you are one step later, I am afraid that the Shentai Palace will be crowded with people, and I will not be able to find a good position in the front row. ”

He saw that the two of them had made up their minds, but he really couldn't move, so he hurriedly took the first step himself.

However, before leaving, he didn't forget to bring a bag of dry food and nuts, and asked Xie Zhao, a miser who was very impatient and slammed, for two taels of silver with a smiling face.

It seems that this is going to be spent there, and he will not leave until the final result is out.

After Han Changsheng, who was chattering with Rory, finally left, Xie Zhao smiled helplessly.

She shook her head and gently propped herself up from the rocking chair in the courtyard, ready to go back to her bedroom for some sleep.

I've known each other for a year and a half, but even Ling or sometimes it's hard to see through the girl in front of me.

Xie Zhaoqi is always lazy and lazy. Drowsy and not moving, in addition to the lively watching will be interested in participating in the bystanders, plus the comments of the sharp poisonous snake, most things on weekdays, she is a picture of nothing to mention any interest.

This is also where Han Changsheng can't help but complain about her the most.

Han Changsheng always said that she was young, twenty-nine years old, eighteen girls, but her life and rest were old, like an eighty-year-old woman.

I never practiced every day for sleeping, and I was blind to that extremely smart head, and I didn't use it at all. No wonder the internal force is empty, and the martial arts realm is stuck in the Jin Yao realm.

Ling Or suddenly opened his mouth to stop her.

"Xie Zhao."

Xie Zhaozheng put his hand behind his back and gently rubbed his lumbar spine, which was lying sore and could barely stand up.

From the inside out, her whole person reveals a boneless lazy and decadent personality.

"Huh?"

She replied nonchalantly.

Ling Or looked up in the sunlight and looked directly at the girl's visibly sleepy and not too distracted face.

"I think it's best to return that 'object' of yours.

If you're worried about being discovered, I might be able to give you a try. ”

Xie Zhao sighed lightly.

She yawned, wiped the slight glow from the corner of her eye due to sleepiness, and then muttered softly.

"I had my suspicions beforehand, and sure enough, you recognized what it was."

She said this in the affirmative.

Ling He was silent for a moment and nodded slightly.

"Yes, though as soon as you came to your senses, you covered it up with dirt and twine.

But I saved you on a snowy night more than a year ago, and I've seen it for real. It was ...... at the time It is unsheathed. ”

What the two of them said was Xie Zhao's dog-beating stick that was covered in mud and couldn't see the deity.

On that chaotic and chaotic snowy night, Xie Zhao, who was covered in blood and unconscious under the Lanling Immortal Ridge, held it tightly in his palm and refused to let go.

Xie Zhao let out an "oh", nodded and smiled knowingly, and said:

"No wonder. The night you rescued me, I wasn't really conscious.

When I woke up, I saw that it was in a state of returning to the sheath, and I thought that I had inserted it back into the sheath in a daze, but it turned out that you helped me back to the sheath to cover it up.

No wonder, no wonder the immortal idiot never suspected, it turned out that he had never seen this thing unsheathed. ”

Ling He looked at her quietly.

"Xie Zhao, the thing in your hand is not a mundane thing.

This sword is five feet long, and the blade that comes out of the sheath is engraved with nine orange-gold epiphanys entwined with silver dragon patterns - this is the famous sword 'Golden Terrace', I can't be mistaken. How do you explain this? ”

Xie Zhao's eyes drooped slightly, and the smile on the corner of his lips converged.

The "Golden Terrace" originally came from the Wanbao Pavilion of the Tianchen Palace.

It is also the only five-foot sword in this world that is equivalent in length to the "Mountain, River, Sun and Moon Sword", which ranks second among the top ten famous swords in the world.

Everyone in the rivers and lakes knows that the natal sword "Golden Terrace" of the road wound bird is the secondary sword of the natal sword "Mountains and Rivers, Sun and Moon" of the "Chitose Sword Immortal".

The two famous swords are even made by the same master smith, but the difference is only in the choice of materials and blades.

The blade of "Mountains, Rivers, Sun and Moon" comes from an extraterrestrial meteorite, and its weight is incomparable, and it is a double-edged heavy sword;

The blade of the "Golden Terrace" is made of stainless steel, although it is not as heavy as the weight of the "mountains, rivers, sun and moon", but it is also a heavy single-edged sword.

"Xie Zhao."

Ling He frowned and looked at the silent woman in front of him, his tone was indeed affirmative.

"You asserted to Han Changsheng earlier that Lu Shuqi would definitely not accept Shen Wei's request for a decisive battle, saying that the two of them couldn't fight, precisely because you knew that he had already lost the 'Golden Table' in his hands, yes or no?"

He continued: "Jianghu martial arts, ask the most holy, since you divide life and death, you should do your best.

If the challenged person does not take out his natal sword of one heart and one mind when others ask, it is a contempt and disrespect for the opponent, which means that the opponent does not deserve to fight.

- And Lu Shuque's own hand does not have a 'golden platform' in his hands at all, so with his respect for martial arts and opponents, he will not agree to make a sword argument with others. ”

It was rare for Ling He to say so many words in one breath.

Xie Zhao smiled and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Although the large eye-catching and raised blue-black birthmark on her face is very eye-catching, it does not prevent her bone-like eyebrows and eyes, which are like distant mountains and green daisies, from flashing with sharp grace.

"So what?"

She didn't refute.

Since Ling Or had already seen her so-called "crutch" out of the sheath, and kept her secret without saying a word, she really didn't need to deceive him.

What's more, the ironclad evidence is like a mountain, and there is no way to avoid it.

A year and a half ago, on the night she was rescued by Ling He, even though she was in a coma, she always held it tightly in the palm of her hand, but now it has been ruined beyond recognition, is the famous sword "Golden Table".

(End of chapter)