Chapter 202 Traveling East and Returning

Kill one person in ten steps and no matter how to keep it, you will go and hide it in a thousand miles. After the matter, you will go and hide it deeply. The highlight of this popular poem about Rangers is the word "kill". If it is modified into the word "rescue", it is obviously inappropriate. At this time, the prince, who is sitting in the carriage sickly, is in a very strange mood. Aunt, that is, Jia Jiajia, who raises a big cat as a pet, originally thought that even if it was not a national hatred, he was still a cold-blooded and ruthless super-class assassin, would never rescue him. He moved flowers and wood to pass over Zhao Xuansu's Three Pure Damage.

A few days ago, on the top of the East China Sea slope, Xu Fengnian's body was like an alchemy furnace, which was extremely booming. Unlike the outer pills using gold and stone medicinal materials as bait, it was the inner pills melting the essence and spirit. It was dangerous and not inferior to the killing move of Zhao Laodao. Zhao Xuansu's purple qi came from the east and faced Wang Chonglou's Dahuangting, like a soldier. Xu Fengnian fell into a coma and was almost dying. When he woke up, he learned from the blue bird beak that it was Jia Jiajia who saved his life, which led to the purple qi flowing backwards into her body. Then she escaped and left without leaving a single word.

The Peach Blossom Sword God asked the Blue Bird to leave two words to his distant nephew, saying that he had erased the secret method of the twelve swords and needed the new master to drink blood and raise it. It can produce spiritual harmony as long as it is full of energy and learn a superior sword control technique, and then he can lead and control the twelve swords. He owed the Xu family or Wu Su a life-saving grace, even if the two Qing dynasties are gone, they will never meet again if they don’t see each other in the future.

Old Man Li of Sheepskin Fur lifted the curtain and bent down into the carriage, and sat down lazily against the wall of the car. Xu Fengnian glanced at how the battle in the East China Sea ended. He only heard that it was unbeaten. No one could see the clue. Wang Xianzhi opened the sea to see the old sword god, giving him enough face. Obviously, the favor of half a wooden horse and cow, Wang Laoqi, who stood on the highest peak of martial arts for a long time, never forgot about it. This made Xu Fengnian feel a little fond of the Martial Emperor City Lord. The old sword god saw a pineapple wooden box on the cotton blanket with hundreds of birds to pay phoenixes. He opened the sword box very unceremoniously. It clearly showed that the sword energy was strong, but when it came to the old man of Sheepskin Fur, he said: "Sister, embroidery needle. Is this junior Deng a wool?"

Xu Fengnian, whose injuries spread from the inside out, looked pale, and a small satin blanket of Xishu Tiangong was covered with her knees. In addition, a new charcoal furnace was added in the car. It was not yet winter yet. It can be seen how weak the prince was at this moment. He smiled bitterly: "Fortunately, Deng Tai'a was not present, otherwise you would have to fight."

Li Chungang reached out and took off his boots, clasped his feet comfortably, and glared at him, "What, I can't beat Wang Xianzhi, and I can't beat Mr. Deng?"

Xu Fengnian raised his eyebrows and asked carefully: "Above the East China Sea, have you lost?"

Li Chungang curled his lips and said bluntly: "If I lose, I lose. What's there to hide? Wang Xianzhi has been in a state of affairs over the years, and his cultivation has been steadily rising. His foundation is solid and his understanding is good. It's not surprising that Wang Xianzhi can't beat Wang Xianzhi. However, in that fight, Wang Xianzhi really put nine points in his strength. If he fights hard, it's probably only Lu Zu five hundred years ago that I can control this man. I'm still a little short of time. Unfortunately, you boy didn't see the scene where he let the water of the East China Sea stand up, which is very good at scaring the outsider."

Despite the shock in the prince's heart, the old sword god bet his eyes on the sword box again. This time he did not speak harshly and sighed softly: "These twelve pocket flying swords were wiped out. They are almost half-dead things, and they can still have the current sword intent. It is very difficult to raise swords and flying swords. Deng Tai'a is indeed the best in the world. He is worthy of being a sword genius who can make the Wu family's sword tomb lose face. However, he is called childhood sweethearts, spring water and peach blossoms, and so on. It is really a stingy man. Compared with the Trojan Cat, it is 100,000 miles away. The swordsmanship and Taoist arts are incompatible with each other. In fact, the arts are at its peak, and it is no different from Tao. Deng Tai'a is a smart man. He is similar to Wang Xianzhi's proverb with strength. Only such a world is interesting."

Xu Fengnian looked strange, and the old man with sheepskin fur was comfortable, so he reached out and closed the sword box again. Seeing Xu Fengnian had a headache. Fortunately, the person in front of him was Li Chungang, so he could treat the sword box given by Deng Tai'a like this. He put it on ordinary heroes in the world, and he was not allowed to enshrine the small box high. Li Chungang probably saw the look of His Royal Highness the Prince and said angrily: "Have you ever heard that the cold people are warm, so you should take off people's clothes and make lichens?"

Xu Fengnian is no longer ignorant, but this poem that criticizes current problems is easy to understand, and he still clearly hears the irony. He lowered his head and saw a precious blanket of gold. He was stunned and said, "The old man is worried about the country and the people, and he is indeed a great hero and grandmaster."

The old man with sheep fur is indifferent to the boy's flattery, and took out his earwax, and said, "I heard that Zhao Xuansu has tried his best to blame you for his life. The girl assassin who killed Wang Mingyin will not take advantage of the situation to rob you, but he will help you? The thousand taels of gold from King Zhao Heng of Jing'an have been wasted? This is a mess, and I can't figure it out. You said that your boy is not lucky, but it is indeed a very bad one. He has been involved in Zhao Xuansu, a great master who has not produced dragons and tigers for a hundred years. But it is not wrong to say that you are lucky, it is clearly a disaster that is about to be the first to be a disaster.

, Can it still be a great opportunity? By chance, the Sanqing purple qi pounded your acupoints in one fell swoop, how many levels of Dahuangting are there? When your injury recovers, aren't you about to touch the threshold of the Vajra body? In response to the words of wealth and honor, you are not a big guy. You are not capable of challenging Xu Xiao and the 300,000 cavalry of Beiliang. You only know how to find the bad luck of you, the younger generation, and you will find your soldiers to solve them by passing the Thunder Pool. Hey, it is said that the temple is a little demon. In my opinion, this Longhu Mountain is deep and there is more turtle, and I can't steal the chicken and lose rice. If you get involved in Tai Tai, you will not be at peace in the Heavenly Master."

Xu Fengnian covered his stinging chest and gritted his teeth and sneered: "This stinky old Taoist was blocked by Deng Tai'a. If I couldn't kill me, I took the opportunity of the old senior's sword opening the sky gate. He wanted to leave his body and ascend, but he was still intercepted by Deng Tai'a's flying sword. He had no choice but to burn his jade. Originally, I saw that Zhao Xituan accepted Huang Man'er as his apprentice, and I didn't care about anything with Longhu Mountain in Jianzhou last time. As expected, people are good at being bullied. No matter how Deng Tai'a takes action, I will climb Longhu Mountain again next time, and I must let these noble people Huang Zi suffer a lot!"

Li Chungang sneered: "Just your kindness? Do you really think that you are like Mr. Deng, Acao Changqing?"

Xu Fengnian smiled calmly and said, "You are young. With the old seniors on the side, practicing swords will make you twice the result with half the effort, and there will always be a day of revenge and relieving you."

Li Chungang stretched out a finger and tapped the sword box, and said lightly. The sword box slid open, and the twelve flying swords were lined up in the air, just like Deng Tai'a's array on the hillside. He ignored Xu Fengnian's surprise and said to himself: "The sword intention has reached its peak state. The turbulent rivers and rivers rush to the East China Sea, and the rolling thunders down the heavenly court seems to be too domineering and has no rules. In fact, in the end, it is still going along the way and there is a method to follow. Both art and path are indispensable. For example, when people travel far away, art is foot strength, and path is the path. If you have only foot strength, you will go astray, but you will go astray. It is just a prison for drawing the ground and not walking for a long time. Only knowing the direction but not walking is nothing more than looking for plums to quench your thirst. Deng Tai'a is still too stingy, just sending you the twelve flying swords, but not leaving behind the sword-controlling method.

It is better to teach people how to fish than to teach people how to fish. I showed the green snake with two sleeves no less than a hundred times. If you really remember it and remember it in your heart, it would be a superior method of controlling swords. One day, it would be able to break the bottleneck and use the Dahuangting inside your body to kill people with flying swords. It is not a fool. The ancients said that reading thousands of books is like writing and writing is like a god. This is also the painstaking effort of me to ask Jiang Yatou to practice calligraphy but not swords. How can I practice calligraphy not swords? It is not that I boasted that the green snake with two sleeves has been the ultimate sword technique in this world for a hundred years. It is equivalent to laying those ten thousand books on your desk. As for how clear you can be, it depends on your luck. I can never help you teach you how to practice swords like walking. Once it is too much, it will only help you grow up and it will not be beneficial."

The twelve flying swords trembled slightly at a rapid speed that was almost invisible to the naked eye.

"fall."

The flying sword slowly fell down and lay quietly in the sword box.

Facing the old sword god Li Chungang sighed and sighed, Xu Feng shouted "Senior" lightly, and there was no more information.

One-armed Li Chungang lifted the curtain, looked out the window, and smiled and said, "As you guessed, after the battle with Wang Xianzhi, I have no regrets in both swords and life. I have no descendants, a bad old man who has no support, no worries. What I say today is a person who is about to die, and he is kind to say. I have been young and frivolous in this life, and I have used a sword to cut the sword, but I can't settle it with the greatness of the world? I remember that a female writer in the poetry world praised me for destroying the Five Mountains of the Five Mountains. I don't want to take responsibility, but when I put my sword in my mouth, I say it horizontally before chewing my knees, and now I chew it carefully, it really feels a bit."

Xu Fengnian was filled with mixed feelings for a moment and was speechless.

Logically speaking, Li Chungang is the undeserved leader of the swordsmanship by returning to the realm of Sword Fairy to shock the world and crying ghosts. He is already the well-deserved leader of the swordsmanship. No matter how bad he is, he can be with Deng Tai'a. He is the top three martial arts master in the world. It is time to take advantage of the situation to rise and make this new world look at him again. But now the old man with sheepskin fur is calm and has the intention to completely withdraw from the world. It is not disheartened, but has no worries and no desires. He has truly become a fairy-like character. Li Chungang put down the curtain and chuckled softly: "Send you back to Beiliang, and then go to Jiang Yatou to meet for the last time, so as to teach you all your life's learning. Do you have any words that I need to tell you for your relay?"

Xu Fengnian shook his head.

Li Chungang was not a petty figure who was affectionate, so he no longer lingered on this topic. He suddenly smiled to himself and said, "I wonder who will take over the old monster Wang Xianzhi in the future."

Xu Fengnian asked tentatively: "What is the face of the white fox who climbed to the top and then came out of the building? What is the Huang Man'er who pointed to the mysterious one?"

The old man with sheepskin fur thought for a moment and said, "If the white fox face is just out of the building, it is still a big shortage. But if you give him some experiences, you will have a few more masters to practice, and then sharpen them for more than ten or twenty years, and then go to Wudi City. There will be a wonderful battle. As for your brother, hey, hey, he is the second Wang Xianzhi, what are you going to fight?"

Xu Fengnian is in a good mood.

Xu Fengnian lifted up the curtain and saw the beautiful scenery outside. There was a green mountain in front of him, full of green bamboos. He made a sound to stop the blue birds and walked off the carriage. He was refreshed and happy. This was the first time Pei Nanwei and Murong brothers had seen His Royal Highness the Prince. In addition, the scenery in the distance was unique, so they both got off the car to enjoy the scenery. Shu looked at the young prince who was seriously injured and slightly depressed. For some reason, after the white horse left Liangzhou, he had been nurturing something until outside the Wudi City, the man who had experienced the great disaster finally transformed, and the momentum was natural. Shu Shu looked at his back in a daze, and was a little confused for a momentum.
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