Chapter 114: 'Joining' the Temple of the Dead Heart
"Then you also need to give me a reason to believe you, after all, you led troops to defeat the Japanese warriors, and Lu Yan led troops to defeat the Jurchen people, you all have a strange connection, if you don't say a reason that can convince me, I can't believe you. ”
Seeing that Shangguan Nancheng was so difficult, the flying sword simply put away the red tape, and said lightly: "Can you believe the reason? Okay, I'll tell you now, the reason is that I can kill everyone you present now, with my strength, even if I want to kill you and kill the new hall master of the Dead Heart Palace, it's not a difficult thing to kill the new hall master of the Dead Heart Hall alone, but I didn't do that, but I was grinding those useless mouths with you!!"
As soon as these words came out, the faces of everyone present changed drastically, because they had never heard anyone dare to speak to Shangguan Nancheng in such a tone, which really shocked them and made them feel a little dizzy, the flying sword is really bold.
The two shadow-like people who followed behind Shangguan Nancheng stepped forward with weapons and pointed at the flying sword, and one of them said angrily: "How can this be reasonable!
The other person also said angrily: "I don't care who you are, I don't care what kind of young man you are, you dare to insult the hall master, damn it!"
After that, the two wanted to make a move, but Shangguan Nancheng did not stop it, but quietly watched the development of the situation.
When the two saw that Shangguan Nancheng didn't speak, that was the meaning of acquiescence, and then the two of them were about to make a move with a long sword in their hands.
Seeing this, the flying sword smiled, took out two palm-length hidden weapon flying swords from his waist, and smiled at the two people: "My two little flying swords can easily kill you with long swords, do you believe it or not?"
"How can it be!"
Hearing the words of the flying sword, the two of them were very angry, the long sword in their hands was not good, the swordsmanship of the two seemed to be combined, the sword light and sword shadow, extremely sharp, and attacked the flying sword up and down, left and right, and the back road of the splash seemed to have been blocked, but there was still a little indifferent smile on the face of the flying sword, as if he was not afraid at all.
It turned out that he was indeed not afraid, holding a small flying sword in each hand, squinting at the two sword-wielding people, swinging two flying swords at the same time with both hands, but for a moment, only heard a 'flutter', the movements of the two stopped completely, and the long sword also fell to the ground, and they all collapsed to the ground, howling miserably, because there was a small flying sword inserted in their chests that deviated from three inches, and blood flowed.
Feijian said with a smile: "For the sake of the face of the Shangguan Hall Lord, I will show mercy, otherwise you would have died by now, hurry up and find Lang Zhong, you can't die." ”
Shangguan Nancheng clapped his hands and said: "The flying sword young man, worthy of his name, this kind of secret weapon kung fu is really jaw-dropping, admiration and admiration." ”
Flying Sword smiled lightly: "The Shangguan Hall Lord wants to test me, but the temptation is clear?"
Shangguan Nancheng shook his head and said, "I want to test you, these two wastes are not qualified, and maybe, I am not qualified either." ”
Hearing Shangguan Nancheng's words, everyone present was shocked and their eyes were about to fall out, when did Shangguan Nancheng say such soft words, the meaning of this is that Shangguan Nancheng admitted that he was inferior to the flying sword, this kind of thing, for the invincible Shangguan Nancheng in their eyes, it was really unprecedented.
Feijian shook his head with a faint smile and said, "Shangguan Hall Master doesn't have to be so arrogant, your strength is just as confident as yourself." ”
Shangguan Nancheng said: "The self-confidence of strength depends on the person, who is facing and who is fighting, if I fight against you, I will definitely lose more than I win." ”
Fei Jian said: "The self-confidence of strength does not depend on who you fight against, but depends on you no matter what kind of scene you are in, what kind of predicament, you have to believe that you can win, this can be said to be your own self-confidence, it can also be said to be blind self-confidence, just like when these little girls face Shangguan Ding, no matter how confident they are, they are bound to lose, but when Shangguan Ding faces me, no matter how confident he is, he has no chance of winning." ”
Shangguan Nancheng said: "So, what do you want to say?"
Fei Jian said: "What I want to say is that the clouds cover the peak, and the sun turns to the mountainside. Saga seems to be connected to the sky, and the uneven invasion of the Han table. The flowers and trees dance in front of the rock in the spring breeze, secretly spitting out the fragrance; the vine and the vine at the entrance of the cave are draped in the rain, and the tender line is hung upside down. Feiyun Waterfall, the Milky Way shadow soaked in the cold moonlight, the cliff is pine, and the iron horn bell shakes the dragon's tail. The mountain roots are majestic in 3,000 realms, and the mountains are high for tens of thousands of years. Self-confidence is not blindness, but state of mind, if you play against a person who you think you can't beat, you will definitely lose, because you don't believe in yourself, how can you win?"
Shangguan Nancheng had some sudden realization, and hugged his fist at the flying sword and said: "Shangguan Nancheng, I have been taught, the long-term vision of the flying sword young man is beyond our reach, I really admire it from the inside out, I will not have the slightest hesitation about the flying sword young man joining the Hall of the Dead Heart, if the flying sword young man does not dislike it, but when I am the hall master of the Hall of the Dead Heart, Shangguan Nancheng will immediately give way!"
Everyone was shocked when they heard this, did Shangguan Nancheng's head break up?
Shangguan Ding stepped forward and said, "Father, you are crazy?!!
On the other hand, he looked at the flying sword, waved his hand and said: "I don't want you to get the position of the hall master, I just want to be a member of the Hall of the Dead Heart, but if there is no emergency, I don't want to make a move, I don't like trouble the most, and I am free and easy, and that's what I do." ”
Shangguan Nancheng said: "Okay! From now on, you are the fourth helmsman of my Dead Heart Palace, and you are the helmsman who can be equal to me, you can mobilize everyone in the Dead Heart Palace, and no one in the Dead Heart Hall can mobilize you!"
Seeing that the goal was achieved, Feijian smiled and hugged his fists and said, "Thank you to the hall master for making it happen." ”
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A few hours later.
This is an elegant room, a faint sandalwood fragrance is filled with the side, the hollow carved window is shining into the speckled and fragmented sunlight, take a closer look, under the body is a soft wooden bed, the delicate carved decoration is extraordinary, the body is a bed of brocade quilt, turn sideways, a room of ancient women's boudoir comes into view, the guqin stands in the corner, the copper mirror is placed on the wooden dresser, the room is so fresh and leisurely. In the room, there is a large case of pear marble, on which there are various celebrity legal texts, and dozens of treasure inkstones, various color pen holders, and pens inserted in the sea of pens are like woods. On that side, there is a big Ru kiln flower sac, and a bag full of crystal balls is inserted in the white chrysanthemum. On the west wall, there is a large rice Xiangyang's "Smoke and Rain Map", and a couplet is hung on the left and right, which is Yan Lugong's ink, and its word cloud: Yanxia idle bones, Quanshiye career. There is a big tripod on the case. On the left red sandalwood shelf is a large plate of a large official kiln, which contains dozens of delicate yellow and exquisite Buddha's hands. On the right lacquer shelf hangs a white jade flounder, and next to it hangs a small hammer. The couch is a stepping bed with a green double-embroidered flower and grass insect gauze tent. It gives people the impression that the overall width is dense and the details are dense, full of a chic and elegant bookish atmosphere.
Flying Sword lay on the bed, playing with the flying sword in his hand, thoughtful.
At this time, the door was opened, Shangguan Ding walked in, sat on the chair, and said bitterly: "I haven't been thinking about this Leng Xiang Pavilion for a long time, I didn't expect my father to give it to you, I am a little suspicious that I am not biological." ”
Feijian smiled and said, "Don't say it, this Leng Xiang Pavilion is really good, no wonder you, the young hall master, are very coveted." ”
Shangguan Ding rolled his eyes and said, "I really don't know why my father takes such a fancy to you, not only giving you the power to be on a par with him, but even giving you this Leng Xiang Pavilion as a place to live, I really can't figure it out, is it because of your martial arts?"
Feijian smiled and said, "If you don't spend your time eating, drinking, and having fun, you can also understand a little bit of what we said." ”
Shangguan Ding said: "Why should I understand your words, redundant." ”
Feijian shrugged his shoulders and said, "If you understand what we say, I guarantee that the Shangguan Hall Lord will also take a fancy to you, but even if you learn now, you won't be able to learn anything in a few years." ”