Chapter 10: Asking the Sword

The wooden road people are on the road.

It's a long road, up and down.

Mudao people seek not to walk the world and break through the world.

If he still had this kind of thinking and thinking thirty years ago, he had been to too many places in the past 30 years, seen too many deceits, and seen too many people, and he had seen most of the joys and sorrows in the world, and he had already seen the struggle for power and profit.

He has let go of everything in the world.

Now he is just a hermit who is free from the red dust, and he has seen through and let go of everything in the world, but there is one thing he can't see through or through.

I can't figure it out.

He also hopes never to figure it out.

Because not understanding is the most fascinating part of life, and it is the most fascinating place of things.

What he couldn't figure out was the sword.

The sword is already the most persistent thing in his life, and perhaps the only thing he is obsessed with. Therefore, even if he is too old to walk, he must come and take a look at this peak showdown.

Ye Gucheng, Ximen Blowing Snow, Chu Feng, Xue Yiren, Bai Yujing, Bai Xiaolou, one by one, the peerless names appeared in his mind, but the most terrifying and powerful thing was not this person, it was a little old man, a little old man named Wu Ming.

What kind of realm has this little old man's martial arts cultivation reached?

Mudao people do not believe that there is a god in the world, if there is a god in the world, then the person closest to God may have surpassed God is Wu Ming.

A unique Wu Ming in the sky and on the earth.

He came this time for a once-in-a-lifetime peak event in five hundred years, and also for Wu Ming.

Zijin Town is approaching, gradually approaching.

Chu Feng had also come to Zijin Town, and he had also seen the Mudao people.

He walked in front of the wooden road man, looked at the dusty wooden road man, and sighed lightly: "The Taoist chief is also here." ”

Mu Daoren raised his head and looked at Chu Feng, who was pale, and said, "Yes, I'm here, you're here too." ”

Chu Feng nodded: "I can't help but come, there are some things that I can only understand when I come here, it seems that everything has become a ring since I came here, a ring that cannot be unraveled." ”

Ring, invulnerable.

It is indeed not easy to unravel the ring, which is constantly to find the source, and it will tear a hole, otherwise the ring is a ring.

Mudao said: "Some things can never be answered, some things can be found answers, whether you can find it or not, just do your best." ”

"Yes, just do your best. Chu Feng looked at the Mu Dao man, "Dao Chief's words are not at all like what the cultivator said?"

Mu Daoist smiled faintly, and a light flashed in his eyes: "Cultivator, there is no cultivator here, only an ordinary swordsman. ”

The wooden road man is still the wood road man, but this wooden road man is already a famous swordsman, an ordinary swordsman who can no longer be ordinary, and ordinary can no longer be ordinary.

Mudaoren is a swordsman, but he is not ordinary at all, not at all unusual.

A swordsman is a swordsman, so how can there be ordinary and unusual people?

Chu Feng had also dismounted, and he and the Mu Dao people walked into Zijin Town, into the place where all the puzzles had been surrounded into a ring.

At this time, Lu Xiaofeng was drinking.

Lu Xiaofeng drinks alone.

Ximen blows snowdrops and doesn't drink alcohol, and Ye Gucheng rarely drinks alcohol.

At this moment, Lu Xiaofeng can drink, but Ximen Fuxue and Ye Gucheng can't drink, and they can't drink, not to mention that they don't like to drink at all, and they don't need to anesthetize themselves with alcohol.

Now they are very conscious, and they need to be very conscious, so they can only be sober, very sober, because they can only be sober, they can only be very sober.

To tell the truth, the people in the rivers and lakes who want to see Ye Gucheng and the West Gate blowing snow are enough to line up from the east gate of the Forbidden City to the west gate, and the south gate to the north gate, but Lu Xiaofeng is very sure, no matter who sees Ye Gucheng and West Gate blowing snow, it is difficult to say a sentence or two.

There is an atmosphere in the two of them, an atmosphere that makes people lonely, embarrassed and even desperate, and it is precisely because of this atmosphere on them that it is difficult for anyone who is with them to say a word, even if you speak, Ye Gucheng West Gate Blowing Snow will not necessarily reply to you.

No one knows this better than Lu Xiaofeng.

Lu Xiaofeng was very curious about why Ye Gucheng and Ximen Blowing Snow came to Zijin Town together, and he was also very curious about why Ye Gucheng and Ximen Blowing Snow came to Zijin Town, but no matter whether Ye Gucheng or Ximen Blowing Snow didn't give him what he wanted.

Ximen Fuxue didn't say a word, he got a bowl of white water for himself, and as for Ye Gucheng, he just smiled and didn't have any words.

Lu Xiaofeng has always been a very methodical person, but he has no way to blow snow in Ye Gucheng and Ximen.

Ye Gucheng and Ximen Blowing Snow have no desire, and it is difficult for anyone to deal with this kind of person, Lu Xiaofeng even believes that no matter who faces these two people, there is no way, as long as they don't want to speak, no one can force Ye Gucheng and Ximen Blowing Snow to speak.

There was simply no one in the world who could make Ye Gucheng and Ximen Blowing Snow do something they were not willing to do at all, and Gong Jiu appeared in front of Lu Xiaofeng in this atmosphere where Lu Xiaofeng was extremely embarrassed and overwhelmed.

He didn't come to find Ye Gucheng or Ximen to blow snow, he came to see Lu Xiaofeng.

He only said one sentence to Lu Xiaofeng: "The Mudao people are already on the way." ”

The Mudao people are also Lu Xiaofeng's friends and Lu Xiaofeng's elders, for the Mudao people, Lu Xiaofeng has a very special emotion, for him, the Mudao people are too mysterious and unfathomable.

It is recognized that there is no Mu Dao person among the top masters in the rivers and lakes, but Lu Xiaofeng always has an intuition that Mu Dao people are absolutely qualified to be the number one master in the world.

So far, no one knows why Mu Dao people gave up their position as the head of Wudang back then, and no one knows that Mu Dao people suddenly reined in the edge of Wudang's first swordsman, and sometimes even his beloved sword was rarely pulled out.

There are many reasons for this.

Lu Xiaofeng was a curious person by nature, and when he found out about the many inexplicable doubts in Mu Daoren, he was already incomparably curious.

But so far, the performance of the Mudao people is just a mountain and wild Taoist, a passerby, only this time the Mudao people seem to be not a passerby, but a swordsman in the rivers and lakes.

More than thirty years ago, there were not many people who had the opportunity to defeat the Mudao people, and now the Mudao people appeared again with his sword and came to Zijin Town.

Lu Xiaofeng didn't hesitate, he didn't say anything tactful to Ye Gucheng and Ximen Blowing Snow, he left without any farewell.

Whether it is Ye Gucheng or Ximen Fuxue, they are not the kind of people who are sad or happy because of parting and reuniting.

Gong Jiu was also ready to leave.

He didn't want to stay with Ye Gucheng and Ximen Blowing Snow, although he was a swordsman like Ye Gucheng and Ximen Blowing Snow.

But Gong Jiu didn't walk out of the room, and a voice as cold as ice and sharp as a sword had already sounded in his ears.

"You use a sword?"

Gong Jiu has a sword on his body.

The sword is at the waist.

This is an ancient sword, and it is also an extremely rare bronze sword.

The bronze sword is really very old, and it seems that it is the work of a famous artist, and it is obvious that it is at least four or five hundred years old.

A sword that has been preserved for four or five hundred years can still have the edge of the past, and this sword is naturally an extremely precious sword.

Gong Jiu has a sword, Ye Gucheng and Ximen Blowing Snow are swordsmen, but he didn't hold a sword, nor did he draw a sword.

He looked at Simon Blowing Snow, who asked this, and said, "I use a sword." ”

A light flashed in Ximen Blowing Snow's eyes, a light like lightning and a blast of wind, at this moment Gong Jiu suddenly found that Ximen Blowing Snow seemed to have a soul, and the quiet West Gate Blowing Snow just now seemed to have come to life.

There are people in the world who seem to have souls only when they talk about swords in front of them, and Simon Fuxue seems to be such a person.

Simon Blowing Snow doesn't seem to be talking about swords, but about the heart, about the way of the sword.

He said, "How is the swordsmanship?"

Even Lu Xiaofeng couldn't help but admit that Gong Jiu's swordsmanship was indeed very clever, and Wu Ming, the little old man who was proud and conceited and looked down on the world all his life, couldn't help but admit that Gong Jiu was indeed a rare martial arts wizard, and Gong Jiu's swordsmanship was naturally very clever.

This question should not have been asked by Ximen Blowing Snow, but Simon Blowing Snow did.

Gong Jiu shouldn't have answered this nonsense, but Gong Jiu responded to this sentence, and he thought about it for a long time before responding to this nonsense.

Gong Jiu said: "The sword moves are extraordinary, the sword intent is mixed and impure, and the sword heart is uncertain, which cannot be regarded as the pinnacle of the sword." ”

Simon blows snow: "Now that you understand, why don't you change it?"

Gong Jiu looked at Ximen Blowing Snow, and said lightly: "I don't ask for a sword, why change the sword, why do I ask for people if I don't ask for people?"

Ximen Fuxue no longer spoke, he only talked about swordsmen as swordsmen, and Gong Jiu was not a swordsman.

Gong Jiu didn't say anything, turned around and exited the room.

Outside the house, Gong Jiu pulled out the bronze ancient sword at his waist.

He looked at the cold sword in his hand that had lasted for four hundred years, and a trace of trance flashed in his eyes: "Do I ask for a sword?"

He asked himself if he had ever asked for a sword in his life, whether he was seeking a sword or a martial arts or a heart? Gong Jiu didn't know, he was telling the truth, his sword intent was mixed and impure, his sword heart was uncertain, if his heart couldn't even if the sword moves were extraordinary, he would eventually fall behind, and it would be difficult to comprehend the mystery of swordsmanship.

The sword was in its sheath, but he had no regrets.

Mu Daoren and Chu Feng walked into Zijin Town, and they met Lu Xiaofeng when they just walked into Zijin Town.

Lu Xiaofeng appeared in front of Mudaoren and Chu Feng on a horse.

He didn't expect Chu Feng and Mu Dao Ren to be together, but he didn't think about it, but looked at Mu Dao Ren and sighed lightly: "You're late." ”

Mu Daoren looked at Lu Xiaofeng: "Why am I late?" ”

Lu Xiaofeng said: "He is already gone." ”

Mu Daoren was shocked, his eyes were even more sluggish, and he looked at Lu Xiaofeng for a while: Gu Daoren has already left?

Lu Xiaofeng nodded.

He couldn't bear it, but he should still tell the Mu Dao people this fact.

Isn't Bashan Gu Daoren a friend of Mudao people?

The Mudao people were silent, the heaven and the earth seemed to be dead at this moment, and the warm wind swept through the Mudao people, as if they were also swept away by the coolness......