I left the capital overnight and came to Shishan.

There is Dingdu Pavilion on the top of the mountain, which echoes the Tongzhou Grand Canal. Feng Wanli made an appointment with me to meet here.

When I came to Dingdu Pavilion, a lay Buddhist stood at the door. When I saw me holding an iron sword in my hand, I asked, "Is Mr. Su?"

At this moment, I was still disguised as Jiang Xiaobai. After hearing what he said, I had to smile and nod.

Then he said, Mr. Feng has been waiting for you in the top of the pavilion for a long time.

I feel much more confident in my heart.

Although I had fooled him with half a piece of sheepskin, with his strength, if he had caused trouble for me, he would not have had such trouble. When he came to the attic, he saw Feng Wanli standing on the pavilion with his whole body straight as a sword, which was completely different from the morning hours.

Looking down at the capital from Dingdu Pavilion, you can see the whole capital.

According to northern customs, the New Year will be the twelfth lunar month.

It is half a month before the New Year, and there is already a little New Year atmosphere in the capital. On the streets, red lanterns have hung on the doors of many people.

The snow that had fallen a few days ago had not melted. The bright moon was in the sky, and the moonlight was flowing on the capital, reflected by the snow, making the entire capital look a little confused.

Not far away is the Tongzhou Grand Canal, which is now frozen. As planned, the tribute silver arrived in the capital at the end of last month. Officials from the Weaver Bureau and the Jinling Beijing Office have begun to take turns to visit the Beijing officials who posted "No gifts during the holidays this year" at the door. Now that the tribute silver theft case has occurred, the situation in the court and China is in turmoil. These officials only want to protect themselves and not stand in the wrong team, so they still care about this little bit of charcoal.

Feng Wanli didn't even look at me, but he said, "The Grand Canal in the east and the Dingdu Pavilion in the west." When the King of Yan succeeded, he ascended the top to see the capital here, and there was a saying that he was a Dingdu City.

I nodded and said, only by looking at the eight-armed Nezha Beijing City from here can you sense the wonder of this city. Liu Bowen built a city and trapped the evil dragon, but it was amazing.

Feng Wanli said with a slight mockery, Liu Bowen built the capital? When Liu Ji died, Chengzu was still the King of Yan. Why do you like to hear people tell stories about the perfunctory?

I said to Senior Feng, you called me to come, it was not to popularize history for me, right? Feng Wanli said that he had come, and he didn't even have such patience. I handed the iron sword forward and said, "I came to return the sword at the order of Master Zhao Jiu, and also gave him a message."

Feng Wanli said calmly, "The sword is given to you."

I was shocked, what?

This is the sword of the sword god Feng Wanli. This sword alone can cause Zhao Jiu to suffer internal injuries. If he really gave it to me, one day it suddenly cramps and smears me like this, I can't afford to take care of it.

When you leave later, someone will send you the scabbard.

I cheered up and looked at him with confusion on my face.

Feng Wanli continued, "Today's sword is useless to me."

Indeed, Feng Wanli is no longer the same as before. He only uses his will to fight the sword with his will and gives Master Zhao Jiu a heavy blow. There are few opponents in the world. Of course, this move is slightly insufficient from the move of the Alien Sword against Zhao Lingxiao in Songjiang Mansion a few months ago.

For Feng Wanli, this sword is optional, and he is a sword himself.

Feng Wanli said that Feng never owe favors in his life. If you become a sword envoy for me today, we will be considered equal.

I thought to myself that it was a little bit too, but fortunately Zhao Jiu was not dead. If his sword really killed Zhao Jiu, I wouldn't have been chopped into meat to make dumplings for the New Year. Of course, I was very grateful.

Say thanks to Senior Feng for giving the sword.

Feng Wanli sighed, turned around, looked at the capital, and said, "I wonder if you have time to listen to a story?"

I thought to myself that it was cold now and it was almost frozen into ice. It would be strange if I was willing to listen, but he was the sword god. He could kill me thirty times with one sword. I can only say that he was willing to listen carefully.

Only then did Feng Wanli slowly tell his story.

In the second year of Kaitai, Feng Wanli was born in a scholarly family in Suzhou Prefecture. Some people in his family have been officials for generations. When his father's generation was his master, he became the prefect of Suzhou. He was smart since childhood, never forget everything he saw, and was praised by the village as a child prodigy.

At the age of twelve, he was awarded the scholar in Wanli. At the age of 15, he was awarded the Juren again, and he was in a glorious place.

According to the script, he should have been a Jinshi in high school, then become an official in the court, and be appointed as a marquis and ministers, thus spending his extraordinary life.

However, when he entered Beijing to take the exam at the age of sixteen, he met someone.

A woman, a woman who makes him dream of.

"I am the scholar who went to Beijing to take the exam but did not study. I came to Beijing just to take a look at your reflection."

A glimpse on the bridge of Yuanding changed Feng Wanli's life.

One is a scholar and the other is a chivalrous woman.

One studied and went to the exam to serve the court, and the other cared for the people and cared for the people.

The two fell in love at first sight, traveled to the capital together, traveled to the Nine Gate and Eighteen Pavilions, and visited the Six Peaks and Thirty-six Temples, and spent a wonderful time together.

This year, the world suffered a huge catastrophe. Thirty years ago, the underworld forces who were sealed in another world were rekindled, intending to collude with people in the world to return to the world. However, they had a fearful person in the world, and that person was the father of this chivalrous woman.

In order to return to the world, the underworld designed to hijack the woman and wanted to force the man to submit.

At this moment, Feng Wanli was participating in the palace examination in the capital.

On the day of Fengwanli High School, news came that the woman was killed in the Hanging Sword Pavilion.

When Feng Wanli said this, he was depressed and looked sad. He fell into deep thought and continued: In one day, from the joy of Tanhua in high school, I received the news that my sweetheart was tragically injured, which made me collapse.

I didn't sleep for three days and three nights, and I was in front of me with the official uniforms sent by the Honglu Temple, and I couldn't get any interest at all.

On the fourth day, I disbanded my hair and bought an iron sword at the blacksmith shop at the city gate, determined to kill the cult forces and avenge her. At this moment, the angry person was not the only one, but also a father who was angry.

When I arrived at Mount Hua, blood flowed into a river on Mount Hua, and all evil in the underworld were sealed on Mount Hui.

Since then, I have been determined to learn swordsmanship, and no matter how long I have, I have been out of control.

From then on, there was a madman who learned swordsman in the world who looked for people to compete. With his unforgettable skills and insights, he learned and improved his sword moves secretly. Within three months, he broke through the realm of hearing and the realm of enlightenment. At that time, there were some young handsome men in the world who were as famous as Xu Kaishan, the Tiandao, Zhao Qiansun, and Zhao Jiubian from Sihetang.

I wondered, since the underworld has been sealed, why do you still need to learn swords?
Chapter completed!