"Don't you know that there is a sky outside the sky, and there are people outside the world? Kou Hao said, picked up the wine glass, and tasted it slowly.

has been wandering the rivers and lakes, and Kou Hao rarely has the opportunity to sit down so quietly, drinking wine and chatting in such a comfortable and beautiful room.

"Could it be that the enemy who can threaten me is Your Excellency?" the purple-clothed marquis stared at Kou Hao and smiled.

His eyes grew deeper and sharper.

"I admire the arrogance of the Hou Ye on the sea, such as the prince's carefree detachment, of course, it is a friend but not an enemy. As for Hou Ye, your opponent will appear soon, so there is no need to say more. Don't you smell it, there are a thousand glasses of wine for a confidant, come, have a good drink!" Kou Hao said with a smile.

"It's not your wine, it's you who keep drinking. Ziyi Hou teased.

"Whoever he is, drink it. Master Hou, your wine jug and wine glass are too petty, is there any liquor in the big altar, let's have a good drink!" Kou Hao said.

Ziyihou put down his wine glass and said with a smile: "Although when I was young, I was as bold as you, but later I lived this carefree life, and I realized that I should take care of my body and not drink too much. It's so late, Zhu'er, you take this young man to the guest room to rest. ”

The beautiful maid on the left, who was peeling grapes, answered and came to lead the way for Kou Hao.

Since Kou Hao didn't want to say his name now, Ziyi Hou didn't ask again. Kou Hao understood that there was only one thing that always lingered in the heart of the Purple Yihou like a cloud, making it difficult for him to completely transcend the object.

Kou Hao said in his heart: "Back then, the swordsmanship of the Purple Marquis had always been inferior to his senior brother Jinyi Hou Zhou Fang, and later in a competition, the Purple Marquis clearly lost a move, and he still didn't want to admit defeat and give up, so he continued to play the sword." However, at this time, Zhou Fang reined in his internal strength, so he was shocked by this sword and suffered serious internal injuries. On the way back, Zhou Fang met the great enemy, the King of Jinhe of the Five Elements Demon Palace, and after trying his best to escape, Zhou Fang's internal strength was completely lost, and it is estimated that he was splashed with concentrated sulfuric acid and was disfigured. The Marquis of Ziyi has been quite guilty all these years, this is the last thing he can let go, and he swore never to take it seriously with anyone again. ”

With ups and downs in his heart, Kou Hao went to the guest room with Zhu'er, although Zhu'er was very beautiful, compared to Dai Qisi in the Heaven and Dragon Slayer, it was far behind. Besides, Kou Hao didn't like to plunder other people's concubines, so he meditated and cultivated in the guest room in a very low-key manner.

The next morning, the sun was shining, and Kou Hao went to the bow of the boat to relax, but saw that many people were surrounding the colorful sailboat, and there were also many people in the place where the hall was located. Kou Hao expected that this was because many people had sent birthday gifts to Ziyihou and had asked for him.

However, no matter how precious the gifts brought by those people were, the Purple Marquis disdained them, and only Hu Buchou, the eighth disciple of Qingping swordsman Bai Sankong, only brought a branch of the tree.

That branch was cut off by the white-clothed man in the East China Sea with peerless swordsmanship, which was nothing in the eyes of others, but in the eyes of the purple-clothed marquis, it contained infinite changes in swordsmanship.

Kou Hao was guessing what was happening in the hall when he saw a middle-aged man with a beard and a hooked nose quickly flying to the colorful sailboat. Not only was this man very good, but he actually made two different sounds at the door of the hall, but he could speak with his mouth and at the same time in ventriloquism, as if he were singing a double reed.

"This is the Wang Banxia who sells his reputation and reputation, also known as the king half crazy, both good and evil. usually pretends to be anxious for justice and righteousness, and acts chivalrous and righteous, this is what Wang Banxia is called, once he kills innocents indiscriminately and is extremely vicious, he says that he has become Wang Banfang, no wonder he. Therefore, people thought he had schizophrenia. Kou Hao felt funny in his heart.

Thinking about the boring war book in the hall, Kou Hao felt that standing on the deck of the bow of the ship, watching the colorful brocade sails and the clear blue water, and the brilliant sunlight reflecting each other, it looked very spectacular.

And a few seagulls flying on the surface of the sea will show the changes of movement and stillness vividly.

"The martial arts contained in nature are too complex and mysterious, and if I say that the little movement and static changes I feel at the moment are only half of them. If you have the opportunity, you have to go to the senior brother of the Marquis of Ziyi, Zhou Fang, the Marquis of Jinyi, and ask this old hermit for advice on the way of nature. Kou Hao said in his heart.

After a long while, a person came from behind, Kou Hao didn't look back, and said with a light smile: "Deep internal strength, dignified bearing, among these colorful sailboats, except for the purple-clothed marquis, I can't think of anyone else." ”

"Your Excellency is really good at complimenting people, it's really high!" The purple-clothed marquis had already walked to Kou Hao's side, with his hands behind his back, and also looked at the vast sea in front of him.

"It's not a compliment, it's the truth. For example, let me ask you, what do you think of the white-clothed man in the East China Sea who has never met yet?" Kou Hao smiled lightly.

The purple-clothed marquis was silent for a moment, and said, "The branch that was cut off by the sword of the man in white is quite fast and accurate, and it contains at least thirty-five kinds of backhand changes. Moreover, the three whirling sword qi generated by that sword, even I have to be in an excellent state to do my best. This man is indeed my fierce enemy!"

"The Purple Marquis is so optimistic about the man in white, this is indeed not a compliment. As far as I know, since his debut, the man in white has challenged Feihe Liu Song, the eight-armed divine ape, the Qingping swordsman, the wind and rain double eagle card, etc., and has never been defeated. Among the people who fought against him, only Qingping swordsman Bai Sankong survived, and the rest were directly killed. Kou Hao said.

"Hmph, although the swordsmanship of the Dongying swordsman is high, it is a killing swordsmanship that has been painstakingly studied, and it only cares about the level of skill. And the truly grandiose kendo should be tolerant and broad-minded. How can you kill innocents indiscriminately? The martial arts spirit of my Central Plains people, these Dongying swordsmen will never understand. Ziyihou said indignantly.

"This is not true, they are even more ruthless, they have long dedicated their lives and spirits to martial arts, and when they are fighting, they have no intention of surviving, so they think that it is natural for the enemy to kill him, and it is natural for him to kill the enemy. Maybe it's really cruel, but their martial arts are more paranoid, and they can be regarded as a kind of martial arts. ”

Kou Hao sighed and said: "I heard that Master Hou once swore that in your lifetime, if you don't really do anything with anyone, I don't know if you will still fight the man in white?"

"The man in white is no longer unstoppable, Fang Jinwulin, who else will I go to hell, who will go to hell. The purple-clothed Hou said loudly, and his bearing became more and more like a mountain.

"Actually, I also want to fight the man in white, which of us will do it first?" Kou Hao said with a smile.

The purple-clothed marquis turned his head and glanced at Kou Hao deeply, and said, "Who is Your Excellency?"

"In Xia Kou Hao, an ordinary Central Plains swordsman. Kou Hao smiled lightly.

"I'll strike first, it's always coming. Although your martial arts skills are also very high, the swordsmanship of the man in white is really terrifying, and I am not completely sure of defeating him. Ziyi Hou said.

For the next two days, Kou Hao was wandering around the colorful sailboat, while the Purple Yihou was burning incense and bathing, retreating and cultivating, and adjusting to the best state.

Now, nearly 10,000 martial arts people have gathered around the colorful sailboat, and they all rushed to see the decisive battle between the unstoppable white-clothed people in the East China Sea and the long-famous purple-clothed marquis.

This is no longer a personal honor or disgrace, if the Marquis of Ziyi is defeated, it seems that no one in the entire Central Plains martial arts can defeat the man in white, and the dignified Chinese martial arts will be disgraced from now on.

At dawn on the third day, a tall and thin man dressed in a white linen robe, with a rope tied to his forehead, and a narrow black sword, walked with a very determined step.

His face was expressionless, like a statue, and it seemed that he did not know any martial arts from his movements, because he would never want to waste any strength outside of combat.

Every step this person takes, it is the same length.

He's the man in white!

He was followed by Hu Buchou, who led the way, short and with a big head, and his eyes were very bright and full of wisdom.

Although the martial arts people hated this arrogant man in white, they all retreated one after another to make way for them.

At this time, Kou Hao recalled the explanation of the life experience of the man in white in the original book: The father of the man in white was originally a warrior in the Central Plains, erudite and talented, and possessed all kinds of arts. But because of this, he was not specialized, and it was difficult to practice every martial art to excel, and since then he has been defeated repeatedly and down.

Later, the father of the man in white learned from the pain, so he brought his child to Dongying, and let him concentrate on learning swords since he was a child, and ignore other things.

Later, when the man in white was a teenager, he challenged all kinds of famous people in Dongying. These kendo masters are reluctant to kill children, so they let them keep improving.

The man in white concentrated on learning swords, and he didn't even bother to care about his father's death.

When the man in white was about twenty years old, he lived in seclusion in the chess island, playing chess with himself with black and white stones, and comprehending the profound way of yin and yang changes.

Then the man in white fought all over the invincible opponents in Dongying, and decided to go to the Central Plains to find an opponent, and by the way, he fulfilled his father's last wish, raising his eyebrows.

"His person is his sword, he has dedicated his life to the way of the sword, only the moment he uses the sword, he feels that he is alive!" Kou Hao sighed in his heart.

At this time, a ray of morning sun shone brightly, and the clouds in the sky were illuminated brilliantly and colorfully.

This master swordsman duel has come to the curtain.