Chapter 732 Are you going to show off your cards and stop pretending? Then I'll show off my cards
With a sigh, the man's hand strangely bent behind him, from bottom to top, and caught Su Wang covered with sword radiance with his bare hands. The red light radiating from his palm rubbed against the cyan sword radiance. , a squeaking sound, and after a few breaths, bang, Su Wang He was captured with a cry, and his forehead lit up. It was not the golden pattern of the Dahuang Court, but a tangled green and red color. The dark ancient sword struggled in his palm, moving faster and faster, and the movement became more violent. The sword energy that pierced the roof of the building and went straight into the sky exploded. King Su was divided, and the broken sword fell to the ground.
Poof!
Cuihua's body trembled violently, and Yangtian spat out a large mouthful of blood. She fell to the ground, her eyes were blank, and she was fixedly looking at the strongest sword in the Wu Family Sword Tomb, which was also the toughest sword. The sword, which was also the object of love between her and Wu Liuding, was so useless, so useless? !
As King Su’s sword attendant, over the years, she was the one who carried the sword, fed the sword, and raised the sword. King Su had become a part of her life, and now he was taken over by Lin Qing Break it with your bare hands? How strong is this guy? ! No wonder Li Chungang persuaded her not to act rashly before sending Wu Liuding's body back to the Wu Family Sword Tomb, knowing that it was useless.
"Do you think I really care about the sword from the Wu Family Sword Tomb? The Daliang Dragon Bird is just a toy used to stimulate Xu Fengnian." Chu Pingsheng picked up the broken sword that had lost its spirituality: "Two-handed sword? You raise it and feed it , you still want to respect it and love it? In my opinion, you are just an accessory in its thousands of years of life. The sword is a weapon. If you ignore it indifferently, you will lose a piece of spirituality. If you cherish your life, you will be ignorant. end Nothing in the world can be better than this. The swordsmanship of the Wu Family Sword Tomb has been possessed. It would be good if it was destroyed."
The small building was shaken and dusted. It was raining like rain, and a wisp of green smoke escaped from the five-piece palace lantern in the shape of a bronze sacred tree, and finally went out. There was light outside the window, illuminating Chu Pingsheng and the broken sword in his hand, and illuminating the unwilling Wu family swordsman who was lying on the ground. . Not moonlight, not starlight, but sword light.
The three sword pillars went up, overturned the roof, and the black tiles flew horizontally, and pieces flew into the air. The three sword pillars went down, breaking the wall and destroying the wood, and fell three feet into the ground. I encountered a sword energy from the inside out. The severely damaged small building was even worse. The south wall was overwhelmed, and with a crash, it and the verandah fell forward. Countless dust was raised, and the bricks and wood filled the garden.
Chu Pingsheng held the broken sword in his hand and looked at the six long swords with towering sword energy, three up and three down, shining brightly in the palace.
"Song Nianqing of the Eastern Yue Sword Pool, Fourteen Swords on Horseback."
Outside the Plum Garden, to the north of the Li Garden, there is a jujube tree that has been struck by spring thunder. It looks like it has been split from the middle by an axe, leaning toward the plum blossom garden. Half of the tree crowns in the garden have lush foliage and are still green in early winter, while the other half of the tree crowns in the garden have early bald branches and heavy rotten wood. An old man in blue shirt carrying eight long swords, one foot withered and one withered, stooped and coughing softly, as if afraid of waking up the nearby residents from their sweet dreams, clenched his fists to cover his mouth, cautiously.
There are eight long swords behind him and six long swords in front of the building, a total of fourteen swords, corresponding to the fourteen swords on the back of the horse. The Dongyue Sword Pool and the Wu Family Sword Tomb have different ideas. They advocate the idea that people are not as good as the old and swords are not as good as the new. Song Nianqing traveled around the world for a period of time, learned fourteen swords, and forged fourteen swords.
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There are no plum trees in the Plum Garden, but there is a bookstore in the Liyuan Garden. In the bookstore, the bookshelves are arranged horizontally and horizontally, and the classics of Confucianism of the great sect are placed horizontally and the Neo-Confucianism works of the Yao sect are placed vertically. Wang Mingyin is known as the best in the world. Eleven, eighteen Jin second grade At the age of twenty-two, he entered the Vajra Realm, and at the age of thirty-three, he entered the Zhixuan Realm. Now he is forty-four. He knows that if he continues to practice step by step, he will not be able to experience the celestial phenomena in this life. Classics, I want to use martial arts to become a Confucian sage.
Cuihua, the swordsman of the Wu family, bought time for Song Nianqing, the master of swordsmanship, and laid out the decisive battle of the ninth to fourteenth sword. He took the "Collected Works of Zhu Gong" borrowed from the Liyuan Dihao Bookstore and thought about "the person with pure temperament, for A sage is like a pearl in clear water; a sage with a turbid temperament is like a pearl in turbid water; a fool is like a pearl in turbid water." How should we interpret this sentence?
He regretted that he did not study well when he was a child, and it was not easy to change his career when he grew up. It was all because of lack of money. In order to prevent future generations from following his own old path, he had to make more money. King Jing'an was a generous man. Man, after this transaction is completed, he will no longer have to worry about money. The dusty Neo-Confucianism works in the four dark and yellow bookstores of Liyuan Tiandi will belong to him after today.
So, Liyuan is his territory. If anyone thinks about it, ask his opinion first.
Wang Mingyin jumped into the room, holding a green book in his left hand, clasping the belt with his right hand and pulling it out, the golden soft sword was unsheathed, the night breeze was blowing, and a lantern with the word "Jing'an" written on it was under the corridor leading to Meiyuan. Shake, the sword in his hand is also shaking.
"Who did I think he was? It turned out to be a groom."
The skinny old man on the top of the corridor was holding a riding whip in his hand, his hair draped messily on his shoulders. The wind blew a faint smell of onion oil and alcohol. Old Xu couldn't get used to the food cooked by the chef of Yuelai Inn, so he He borrowed the stove to make a bowl of scallion noodles, and sat at the small dining table, sipping the noodles and drinking cheap green ant wine. Halfway through the meal, Chu Pingsheng called him, then he put down his chopsticks and followed the drunk driver out of the house to Prince Jing'an.
The sky was clear and the moon was bright and the wind was warm. I was so drunk that I almost fell asleep. However, I was awakened by a sword energy flying into the air. I jumped over the wall and left without thinking. When I got close to the place where the incident occurred, I realized that the sword was gone. Take it, the polished riding crop in your hand is really shabby compared with the golden soft sword in Wang Mingyin's hand.
Crack.
Lao Xu didn't even bother to go back to the carriage to get his sword. He waved his hand and raised a ball of whip flowers, which hit the side of Wang Mingyin's face. The golden light rose lightly, winding like a snake, stirring around the tip of the whip, sticking to the body of the whip and hanging at an angle. Lao Xu quickly used his true energy to escape, but it was still too late. The tip of the whip fell to the ground, rolled from the ridge to the eaves, and fell into it with a pop. pond, with a splash of waves.
“Half-step to Zhixuan?”
Wang Mingyin folded a corner of the collected works of Zhu Gong and put it into his arms. He poured his true energy into the soft sword, and the sword was stretched straight. A regular sword was three feet three, while his sword was four feet five. It could be used softly or hardly, and could be used as a spear. . In his opinion, as a master who has been trapped in the Zhixuan Realm for many years, it is not difficult to deal with the old groom who is half-stepped in Zhixuan. This battle is considered overtime, and the prince has to pay more, because his task is to delay the possible arrival of Zhixuan. The fire unicorn and the big eagle come to rescue Jia.
Old Xu knew that he was no match for Wang Mingyin, but he did not retreat. He looked north and glanced at the small building that was swaying under the sword energy formation. He danced his riding whip into a whirlwind and swept it towards his opponent. The excitement was really The Qi crushed the tiles along the way, and the fragments were scattered in all directions. The sound was astonishing, but it could not break through the Zhixuan master's external Qi wall at all, and was completely blocked from the outside.
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Opposite Prince Jing’s Mansion is the residence of Wei Zhao, the former Qingzhou Navy Commander. Now, from the front door guarded by stone lions to the back garden with a boat-shaped waterside pavilion, dozens of rooms are empty. No one was around. The father and son who had created all this stood under an old Arhat tree opposite the waterside pavilion, looking at the sky above the palace.
"If possible, I really don't want to use my home as a battlefield." Zhao Heng held the beeswax beads that he carried with him wherever he went, and moved them to his right hand one by one, speaking eloquently and carefully. Listen to the ten palaces Zhao Xun, the eldest son of King Jingan, who was named Yama, was not as calm as him. From time to time, he would lift up his bloated skirt and armor, step on the stone table with nine vertical and nine horizontal chessboards carved under the Arhat tree, and look to the north. Every move touched his heart.
"Xun'er, be careful and don't rush. It's useless to rush the matter to this point."
After learning that Lin Qing actually didn't care about the life and death of the Lin family, Zhao Heng had the idea of appeasement. , but Song, the leader of Dongyue Jianchi Sect, The existence of Nian Qing made the idea of appeasement just an idea, and it involved the thoughts of the Supreme Being in Tai'an City. He could not do whatever he wanted. The plan to use Lin Qing's coveting of the princess' body to lay out the hunt was proposed by Song Nianqing.
“Where is Zhao Kai?”
“He took his talisman, Red Armor, to rescue the princess.” Zhao Xun said: “I’m worried...”
"Are you worried that Zhao Fengya will return to Tai'an City to file a complaint against you to the emperor?"
"Yes."
"Why do you think that Zhao Kai will bring Princess Suizhu back to Tai'an City? "< br>
Zhao Xun looked puzzled: "Father, didn't you ask him to rescue Princess Sui Zhu?"
"Lin Qing took a boat to go south and stayed at Laoshan Island. Why did Zhao Kai do this? time to return "Yin Xuegong, who summoned him? Have you ever thought about it?" Zhao Heng said: "This morning, someone sent a message that Cao Changqing, the surviving minister of Western Chu, has been following Xu Fengnian's carriage south since Qinghu City, but he has not yet launched an attack. , do you think this is just a coincidence? We hope that Lin Qing will die, and the Xu family of Beimu also hopes that there is someone hiding in the dark who not only wants Lin Qing to die, but also muddies the water."
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"Father, what do you mean? Not only Song Nianqing, but also Cao Changqing will take action tonight? There is also a yellow bird that will catch them all?"
Zhao Heng He didn't say anything, he just shrank his hands on the sleeves of the bright yellow dragon robe, feeling that the night breeze was much cooler.
Zhao Xun said: "What about us? Who are we?"
"Ambition is a good thing, but if there is no wisdom and action to match the ambition, it is not a good thing."< br>
"..."
Zhao Xun knew that his father was trying to nudge him, and he was annoyed and unconvinced.
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In the back kitchen of Yuelai Inn, there are bowls and pots on the tattered table where the cook and waiter usually eat. There is half a bowl of noodles in the bowl. Not only are they cold, but they are also lumpy. Formed into a ball, the smell of scallion oil continues to ferment, and it is a little bit thorny. No, there is green ant wine in the pot. It is less than half full and is still a little warm. This commoner family can buy three pots of strong wine during the New Year and festivals. It is like scallion noodles. It is hot in the mouth, fragrant and smooth. Once it cools down, not only is it difficult to swallow, but it also loses its soul.
Bilibili.
The oil lamp placed on the kitchen table jumped, splashing tiny sparks, and in a flash there was an old man in the room. He was wearing a white robe, his hair was messy, and his eyes were half closed, as if he had just woken up. Touching the half bottle of green ant wine on the food table, he walked into the mess In front of the dishwasher, put the oil lamp farther away, peel off the dry skin and dead leaves from the remaining two green onions, pick up a kitchen knife with two green onion leaves, and cut the green onions into pieces as thick as your little finger. It was spicy, and I would dip my sleeves into my tearful eyes from time to time.
Bah...
After a few breaths, the pot on the stove was churning, the egg yolks were fried, smooth and tender, and the fragrance of green onions filled the room. The old man stir-fried After a while, I poured some salt into the pot, tasted the saltiness, and then took it from the side of the stove. He took out a black porcelain bowl from the spice rack and poured the steaming scrambled eggs with green onions in the iron pot in one go. Then he saw that the small bowl was filled with half a bowl of shiny black sesame seeds. A full spoonful was poured into a black porcelain bowl with green egg yolk and green onions, and he picked it up and walked to the food table.
When he passed the open kitchen door, he saw several blue rainbows rising in the eastern sky. He stopped and frowned. After taking a few breaths, he shook his head and served the dishes to the table without washing the ones used by Lao Xu. Wine glass and chopsticks, pour wine into the cup and take a sip Cold wine, pick up the green onions and scramble the eggs, pick up a small green onion segment and put it in your mouth, take another sip of cold wine, pass over the large green onion segments, pick up another small green onion segment and put it in your mouth, repeat the process, black porcelain There were only large pieces of green onion and large pieces of eggs left in the bowl.
(End of this chapter)