Chapter 122: Eight Hundred Years of Rivers and Lakes, Eight Hundred Years of Spirit

Qingliang Mountain.

When Xu Fengnian returned to Qingliang Mountain.

He was not greeted by the joyful scene he imagined.

Xu Xiao accompanied Wu Su and stood outside Wutong Garden, quietly watching him walk into the palace in rags.

There were smiles on their faces.

But more often than not, it's sad.

The eldest sister Xu Zhihu followed Wudang to ride a bull away from home, and the younger brother Huang Man'er was taken to Longhu Mountain to cultivate.

The second sister Xu Gaoxiong stayed in Shangyin School Palace all the year round and couldn't go home.

That's all.

After all, if you want to see them, you can go through the turmoil again, and you can go and see them.

What makes Xu Fengnian the most unacceptable is that.

His eldest brother.

Wu Changqing died in Wudang Mountain!

This news is no less than the inner trauma brought to him by the life and death of either Xu Xiao or Wu Su.

His eldest brother who has always been proud of him and regards it as his goal in life.

How could it be ......

That's from then on.

What practice martial arts to become the next king of Beiliang.

What to do is to be the hero of the land that strives to govern.

It was as if all of this seemed less important after his eldest brother left.

Since then, Xu Fengnian has been spending all day drinking, from the outside of the defeat, the pretense of the gold and jade, and the real degeneration into the son of the gentleman.

Whether it is Xu Xiao Wu Su, or Xu Fengnian's teacher Li Yishan.

I can't stand it.

But the saddest thing has to be Lao Huang, who has accompanied Xu Fengnian for three years and six thousand miles.

When Xu Fengnian returned to Qingliang Mountain drunk that day, Lao Huang, who was shouting, accompanied him to drink twice.

As a result, I received a letter left by Lao Huang before leaving.

The meaning of the letter is simple.

expressed Lao Huang's understanding of Xu Fengnian's sadness after losing his eldest brother.

But Xu Fengnian should not have fallen for granted.

Instead, he has to shoulder the responsibility of his eldest brother and live well.

"Lao Huang wants to go to Emperor Martial City to get back the sword he left in Emperor Martial City."

"Just set an example for His Royal Highness."

When you see these two sentences.

Xu Fengnian sat in a daze for a long time.

He didn't say a word, only his blurred eyes were full of tears.

"Mother, can Lao Huang come back?"

Xu Fengnian sat in the gazebo in the lake listening to the tide.

Next to him was Wu Su, who was dressed in a soft white mink fur.

"Lao Huang just doesn't plan to come back."

"That's why I'm going to write you this parting letter."

"People always grow through loss."

Wu Su's face was gentle, and he gently stroked Xu Fengnian's head.

It's like when she was a child, she stroked the baby she picked up outside Tai'an City.

"It would be nice if the eldest brother was still here."

"Even if Lao Huang Zhen goes to Emperor Wu City to die, as long as I beg my eldest brother to bring Lao Huang back safely."

"Even if it's an invincible old monster, he won't be able to stop my eldest brother."

Xu Fengnian's expression was depressed, and the figure of the eldest brother who had been looking up to the mountains and regarded as the target appeared in front of him.

When Wu Su heard this, he was silent.

It's just that those vast eyes are also full of longing......

……

Emperor Wu City.

The angry waves are rising, and the sword qi is towards the world!

In Wang Xianzhi's response, the elderly swordsman said, "Go upstairs."

Inside a huge restaurant.

Everyone looked at the inconspicuous old swordsman in horror.

Stroke the red sandalwood sword box.

The sword box goes first, and the people come later.

Emperor Wu City has always had an unchanging rule.

I want to challenge the city lord Wang Xianzhi.

You must first pass the level of the lower guard slave.

There are a total of six Shouge slaves, all of whom are first-class martial artists who are willing to surrender after being defeated by Wang Xianzhi.

Among the six people, the weakest are all pseudo-Vajra realms.

That's it.

has already hindered nine out of ten martial artists in the world from challenging Wang Xianzhi.

But this swordsman, who had become famous thirty years earlier, clearly did not belong to one of the nine out of nine.

Six pavilion guards, one for each of them and an attic, stood in front of the stone steps of the tower.

All have the courage of being a husband.

But Lao Huang's response to this is extremely simple.

The sword box that came first was picked up by Lao Huang who came later.

The sword box opened widely, and a delicate and simple flying sword flew out.

A sword swept a hundred feet away.

In the void, it is like a swimming snake, wandering flexibly.

A large number of spectators have already gathered inside and outside the city.

Everyone looked at this scene like a sword immortal, and they were all amazed.

Patronize and enjoy the magical scene of this flying sword in the sky.

Completely forgot to observe the state of the six Pavilion Guards at the moment.

The six of them seemed to be besieged by an invisible formation.

actually stood in place, the upper body kept struggling, and the lower body did not move at all.

Until the flying sword finished performing and fell back into the sword box.

When the people came back to their senses, they looked at the six people on the stone steps.

The six had their heads cut off and were reduced to cold corpses.

Lao Huang walked the dragon and snake with an extremely fancy sword and successfully climbed the building.

stood in front of the burly old man in black robe.

Wang Xianzhi turned his back to Huang Zhentu, but looked at the vast East China Sea.

Or rather, the young man on the shore of the East China Sea, looking here.

The corners of Wang Xianzhi's mouth were raised, and there was an expectant look in his eyes.

He turned slowly.

Peace regained in the eyes.

He carried his hands behind his back, waiting for Huang Zhentu to return to its peak moment after that sword.

Outside the city of Emperor Wu.

Wu Changqing and Liu Songtao sat quietly like this.

"A hundred years later, the rivers and lakes are far more exciting than those of my time."

"I've come all the way east, and I'm the one who can stand in my way."

"I'm already the top master in my world."

"If this Wang Immortal comes forward to block the way, I'm afraid I won't be able to reach this Martial Emperor City in my life."

Maybe he wanted to get to know more about this amazing young man next to him when he was sober.

Liu Songtao took the initiative to provoke the topic.

"In every era, there are invincible things that belong to it."

"The shadow master eight hundred years ago, Lu Dongxuan six hundred years ago, Gao Shulu four hundred years ago, Qi Xuanzhen two hundred years ago."

"A hundred years ago, it was you, Liu Songtao, who alone took the lead in the rivers and lakes."

"And now this river and lake is the most prosperous season in 800 years."

Wu Changqing felt in his heart, and couldn't help but look up to the sky and sigh.

"If you want to say that there is no enemy in this era, Wang Xianzhi is undoubted, but he is not absolutely invincible."

As he spoke, he suddenly looked at Liu Songtao.

Liu Songtao was puzzled for a while.

Especially after seeing a frenzy in Wu Changqing's eyes, Liu Songtao's ancient state of mind trembled suddenly.

It was as if in the eyes of the other party, he saw the reflection of an invincible object.

"In this era, many people will have absolute invincible moments!"

"Wang Xianzhi who walked out of Emperor Wu City, Cao Changqing when he fell into Tai'an City, and Deng Tai'a who came to Tianmen with one person and one sword."

"Xu Fengnian when I found my daughter's little sweet potato."

"And when you Liu Songtao dropped that Bodhisattva sword."

Wu Changqing: This is no longer a prophecy.

is to completely reveal to Liu Songtao the invincible moment that will happen in the future.

Liu Songtao was also in Wu Changqing's words.

I have insight into where I want to go in the future.

The monk suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, not mad.

It's just like I've got the answer I want, and I'm happy.

"Here we go."

Wu Changqing suddenly spoke.

The two of them looked at the head of the city that was already full of sword energy.

"A sword to open the dust and walk away the dragon and snake!"

"The two are born together and Tilian!"

Accompanied by a heroic snort.

Above the city, in front of the burly old man, he was already full of sword energy.

One after another, the sword qi that can be called the world's first-class sword qi continued to smash towards Wang Xianzhi.

But for Wang Xianzhi.

At this level, it is only not enough!