There are many people who use swords in the world, but now when it comes to kendo cultivation, most people will think that Chen Changsheng is the highest.

Because Chen Changsheng has learned countless swordsmanship, has countless swords, and has also learned swords with Su Li.

In fact, although Luo Buhui's swordsmanship is not as much as Chen Changsheng's, his sword cultivation is by no means below Chen Changsheng, and it is even faintly better.

I don't know how long it took, the Snow River broke suddenly, it was an extremely steep river, and the difference between the top and bottom was more than ten zhang.

Snow and ice covered the fields and rivers, and where the rivers broke, the water beneath the ice rushed out with a roaring sound.

The Tsing Yi Monster walked to a boulder in the middle of the river.

The river cascades like a waterfall, mixed with ice and snow remnants, pouring down from both sides of the boulders.

Sitting at the front of the boulder, she looked at the unclean and somewhat muddy water, wondering what she was thinking.

The stranger in Tsing Yi said a few words to the pastoral poem.

Rob hid among the frost grass, quietly watching the side.

It was too far away, and the sound of the water was too loud for him to hear what the two were saying, but he could draw the scene.

The charcoal moved on the white paper, making a slight grinding sound, and soon there were two people on the snowy river, the waterfall, and the boulder.

The stranger in Tsing Yi suddenly turned around and glanced into the mountains and forests by the river.

Rob's hand holding the charcoal was a little stiff.

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Leaving the Gobi, Chen Changsheng continued to walk towards Wenshui City, but now there are not only Nanke around him, but also folded sleeves and Guan Feibai.

He knew very well that there must be a lot of trouble on the road in the south, and after entering Wenshui City, he would face even more troubles.

Neither he nor the folded sleeves said why they wanted to go to Wenshui.

Just like at the beginning, after defeating Zhou Ziheng outside the National Education Academy, he got into the carriage and headed towards the North Soldiers and Horses Hutong.

At the time, neither he nor the guy said anything about what they were going to do.

At that time, they were going to pick up people in Zhou Prison, and now, they are going to Wenshui City to pick up people.

That guy is in Wenshui City, and he hasn't heard from him for a long time.

Regardless of whether these people he met on the road really dared to assassinate Chen Changsheng, in short, many people didn't want him to go to Wenshui.

So he must go to Wenshui.

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In the winter of the third year of Xinguo, it was an ordinary sunny day, the winter clouds suddenly dispersed, and the sun was rare and bright, Chen Changsheng and his party came to the field outside Wenshui City.

When he could see Wenshui City from afar, Wenshui City had already seen him.

It is safe to say that by this time, the entire Wenshui City knew that he was coming.

But nothing happened.

Whether it was the Tang family guards at the city gate, or the traders and pedestrians seen along the way, they didn't show any unusual emotions when they saw them.

To be more precise, the guards and vendors didn't even look at them, including the customs clearance papers.

Wenshui City is very prosperous, the streets and alleys are connected, extending in all directions, especially the main street that passes through the city from north to south, compared to the Suzaku Street in Kyoto or the Dongshen Avenue in Luoyang, it can accommodate eight carriages in parallel, extremely spacious, magnificent.

But when Chen Changsheng and the others appeared, the street suddenly seemed a little crowded.

It was not that they deliberately blocked the footsteps of those vehicles and pedestrians, but that those vehicles and pedestrians began to change lanes when they were still more than ten feet away from them.

It was clear that pedestrians and vehicles were walking around them, or far away from them.

They were like a big reef in the river, squeezing the water on both sides.

Except for the curious children at the mouth of the alley, no one looked at them, but they stayed away from them, as if they were beasts of the flood.

The atmosphere was very weird, and Chen Changsheng even had a feeling that he didn't dare to approach their side like the fragrance wafting from those restaurants.

He folded his sleeves and looked at the building with white walls and black eaves at the end of the long street, and was silent.

The building was still far away from them, but the old sense of history was already there.

It is the world-famous Tang family ancestral hall, which is said to have a longer history than the Kyoto Imperial Palace.

Guan Feibai was also looking at the building, his right thumb, index finger and middle finger slowly grinding some old sword hilts, his eyes narrowed slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

If the news from the palace is not wrong, that guy should be locked up there at this time.

Nanke didn't think about anything, and held Chen Changsheng's sleeve with two fingers, just feeling a little hungry and wanting to eat meat.

Chen Changsheng walked forward.

The crowd naturally separated, leaving the middle of the street, like an ocean parted by divine forces.

Chen Changsheng didn't walk to the building with white walls and black eaves at the end of the long street, he stopped somewhere, and then turned around and walked up the stone steps.

There is a quiet passage behind the stone steps, and in the depths of the passage is a forest, and in the depths of the forest there is a Taoist hall.

It is the bishop's hall of the state religion in Wenshui City.

The door to the hall closed slowly.

Chen Changsheng and the others could no longer see it.

The pedestrians on the street suddenly stopped, and then looked at the closed door of the temple.

In the silence, only a few dogs barking and the crying of children could be heard in the distance.

This picture is even more eerie, like those hard-to-understand pantomime in the old snow town.

I don't know how long it took, but the people withdrew their gaze towards the temple and continued to walk forward, returning to their respective lives.

The door of the temple was closed, and the snow-covered woods were silent.

No one knows what's going on inside.

Until twilight falls.

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The pedestrians on the street no longer looked at the Taoist hall in the woods, with some kind of deliberateness, but in other places, there were countless pairs of eyes looking at it.

Wenshui passes through the city, and one of the sections of the water is gentle, and the scenery is beautiful, just behind the Taoist hall.

On the other side, there were seven vendors, six servants, three fortune tellers, two old men selling hemp candy and a little girl buying fat powder all the way to the back garden of the Taoist hall.

There was also a bearded officer who occasionally glanced over there.

The rays of the setting sun fall on the mirror-like water, turning into countless fires, like a burning sky.

The light then reflected back and fell on his face, and his beard seemed to turn into a burning bush.

Rob remembered the Tang family's famous Wenshui Three Styles.

The three sword moves have a very nice name, which are - Evening Cloud Collection, Sunset Hanging, and Yichuan Feng.

The former sage of the Tang family back then, or it was in this place that he saw such a scenery and felt something, that he would create such a wonderful and beautiful swordsmanship?

The back garden of the Dao Hall was quiet as usual, and there was not a single figure in sight.

Suddenly, there was a sound of the piano, which was like water, which was very good.

He turned his head to look and saw a blind violinist, sitting on the bank of Wenshui, plucking the strings.

Although it was twilight, the light from the west was brighter and more dazzling, but the blind luthier did not feel this, and did not cover the light with his hands like the others, but squinted his eyes, and gently shook his head to the sound of the piano, and seemed to be extremely enjoying and intoxicated.

Looking at this scene, Rob walked up to the luthier and threw down a few pieces of broken silver.

Listening to the sound of broken silver falling, the blind violinist was in a happier mood, his eyebrows seemed to fly, and the movement of his fingers pulling the strings became faster, but the music style suddenly turned and became low, no longer the thousands of gold leaves on the river, but the old people of Chengguan under the sunset in the distance.

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(As I said before, there are 10,000 gold coins on the surface of the water under the sun, this saying is more vulgar and likes to use it the most, I like to read his books, so I have been using it very happily in the past few years, and when I go to Wenshui City, the richest place in the world, this usage is too suitable.) ）