The lion opens his mouth, dares to be more powerful?
Ten taels of silver was already an astronomical figure to Wen Hua. Not to mention the fine flower wine, even if it was the green ants that few people liked to drink, if it was loaded into a cart, why couldn't it cost more?
God, that was a load of flowers and wine. If he had to do it over again, he, Wen Hua, would definitely touch his feet and say that he would never accept that ridiculously expensive sword technique.
Xu Fengnian sneered and said: "Wen Hua, Wen Hua, how come you are still so promising? I thought you were dressed a little bit like a dog, and you had some money on your body. What, you are still poor and your waist is cleaner than your face?" How much money does this truck of wine have, and you’re so scared?”
Wen Hua said anxiously: "Xu, don't talk sarcastically here. I'll give you a cart of wine. Are you in a hurry? If you have money, go and buy two jugs of wine to satisfy my craving. I haven't drank in a while." , Birds almost burst out of their mouths!"
Hey, who doesn’t know how to brag?
Not to mention buying a car full of wine, if Mr. Xu could buy half a car, he would call him Wen Hua by his name backwards!
After months of hanging out together, who doesn’t know who?
If this kid hadn't been poor and poor, how could he not even know what meat tasted like? After all, he still had a pair of rag shoes, but this kid and Lao Huang's two pairs of straw sandals were still old and not new. Every time they got some free, they would slap the fat man in the face and say that they were from aristocratic families.
Who doesn’t daydream?
Not only was he a gentleman from an aristocratic family, but in his dream he was rolling in bed with that young lady who was swaying as she walked with the scenery in front of her dancing!
Xu Fengnian smiled heartlessly: "After all this time, you are still so virtuous! I thought that after you became famous and became a hero, you would be able to take advantage of you, but now I see, you have eaten one meal and not another." . What do you think, do you want to go to Beiliang with me? If nothing else happens, if there is another competition to recruit a bride, I will protect you!"
After saying that, Xu Fengnian took out the precious sword from his waist that was hard to replace, slashed forward in a rather domineering manner, and then waved several swords in succession. However, this action fell into the eyes of Wen Hua, who thought he knew Xu Fengnian well. It's lame, like a child dancing with branches, it looks good but useless. Otherwise, how could Xu Fengnian pretend to be a grandson from the beginning to the end when he was robbed?
But these flowing movements are really enviable!
This knife, regardless of whether it is lame or not, how do you say the word "scholar"?
Yes, it’s called the elegant hall!
Damn it, no wonder Mr. Xu can change his outfit, but I don’t know which young lady is so unlucky to be defrauded of money by this boy Xu Fengnian.
It's okay for the young lady to be cheated out of money, but she wasn't cheated out of sex by this guy, right? Otherwise it would be really unreasonable!
Wen Hua was no longer in a hurry to run away leisurely, and said with an angry smile: "I'll let you brag, I will take you to the gold selling cave in a while, and I will have ten or eight girls to make you sober. Stop talking nonsense, my surname is Xu Yes, if you are a brother, quickly take off these eyesore clothes and exchange them for two kilograms of beef and two bottles of wine!"
After saying that, Wen Hua took out his crotch again, turned his head to Jingzhou, imitated a shrew and cursed in the street, and said with great momentum: "His uncle, don't think that I, Wen Hua, have never seen money. I am just spending money and drinking. How many people can I have?" Money, why are you urging me? I, Wen Hua, have never had the habit of owing anyone in my life. The promised car of wine is just a car of wine. I will treat you sooner or later, but most of it won’t be enough!"
Jing Zhou shook his head and sighed: "It's a pity. I originally wanted to give you a world-famous sword, but a cart of wine can't exchange for a peerless sword and a peerless sword manual."
The words "peerless sword" rang like thunder in the Wooden Sword Ranger's mind.
Wen Hua was excited, rubbed his palms, and said flatteringly: "Master, what sword is it? And the sword manual?"
Jing Zhou turned around and mounted his horse, and said with a smile: "A peerless sword, a peerless sword manual. If you want it, follow me."
"The surname is Xu, did I hear that correctly?" Wen Hua asked Xu Fengnian in a low voice.
Xu Fengnian said calmly: "It can't be wrong."
Wen Hua scolded: "Damn it, what are you still standing for? Accompany me to chase after you. Don't give up the good things that are delivered to your door for nothing!"
Not to mention one cart of wine, so what if it was ten carts of wine?
Mom, that’s a famous sword!
For rangers who are too poor to even afford a rusty iron sword and can only use wooden swords, owning a hundred-forged iron sword can only be a dream.
A famous sword, something I wouldn’t even dare to dream about!
Although he had never touched the weak and boneless hands of the little widow or the eldest girl, he had seen them on the street.
What does a famous sword look like?
Who knows!
Pulling Xu Fengnian along to run wildly, Wen Hua was so angry that half of his face was wet.
In fact, this sword is too tempting for the ranger who wants to travel to the end of the world with the sword.
Wen Hua originally thought he was going to a grove, a cliff, or a mansion with a high wall. Unexpectedly, the purple-clothed young man finally stopped in front of a temple, which made the Wood Sword Ranger a little dumbfounded.
Damn it, can there be a sword in the monk's temple?
There are two magic pestles, but although this thing can crack mountains and crack rocks, he, who is determined to become a swordsman, can't look down on it!
How can practicing spear and stick be as handsome as wielding a sword?
A few days ago, he heard someone say on the street that in that heavy snow thing in Huishan, someone killed a heavenly being with a sword. Oh dear, this heavenly being is a god!
I have a sword that can move mountains, topple seas, suppress monsters, and kill immortals. Look, these words are so domineering!
If you don’t practice swordsmanship in this life, you really have no future!
Wen Hua raised his head and looked at the three golden characters "Baoguo Temple" on the plaque. He stopped and whispered in Xu Fengnian's ear: "Xu, why do I feel that that boy is lying to me? Grandpa is not pregnant yet." I have a son who will continue the family lineage, but I don’t want to be a bald donkey in the temple!”
Xu Fengnian chuckled and said: "Wen Hua, you think too highly of yourself, and you don't even look at how poor you are. Even beggars are afraid of you. Are you afraid that if you go to the roadside to grab a job, someone will cheat you? Besides, you are a monk." , it’s not bad at all, it’s no better than the steamed buns where you can’t see the white flowers for several days after eating the last meal? A monk can also practice the Buddha of Joy. I heard people say that there is a female Bodhisattva in the Landa Mountain in the Western Region, who is looking for We are destined to study Buddhism together!"
Wen Hua looked like he believed you were a fool, curled his lips and said: "If there is such a good thing as the Happy Buddha in the world, how can you not become a monk? Don't think that I don't read enough books and don't know that monks have precepts. Form is emptiness, emptiness is form. Monk If he could hold the little lady and roll on the bed, wouldn't the Buddha be so angry that he died?"
Xu Fengnian clicked his tongue and said, "Have you never heard of Hua Monk? Abbot, poor nun, and so on. There are so many ways here! Besides, I have touched more women than you have ever seen. All of them are young and capable." If you pinch out the water, you will be hungry and not choose food, so you can become a happy Buddha?"
Wen Hua snorted and said, "What kind of virtues do you have that I don't know about? You are very familiar with deceiving and abducting, which means you are very talkative. By the way, where are Lao Huang and the old horse? Didn't you ask Lao Huang to trade for the old horse?" Is this what you are wearing? Damn it, I know your surname is Xu is a treacherous person, he enjoys the blessings for himself, and the dirty work is always left to Lao Huang."
"Xu, why didn't you say anything? Did I guess you?"
Xu Fengnian said calmly: "Old Huang died. He died over there in Emperor Wu City. He was buried by a mountain ghost. There is no monument or grave."
Although Wen Hua's eyes fell into the copper plate, he could care about half a penny for a long time, but he was quite indifferent about life and death. Who would die sooner or later while alive? When he heard about Lao Huang's death, Wen Hua just felt sorry for him and sighed: "If you die, you will die. If you give a good child in the next life, maybe Lao Huang can be a rich young man. This old guy has never touched him in his life. The last time I peeped at the widow taking a bath, I only peeped half of it, and then I was caught chasing her with a broom for two miles. It's a pity that I almost took off my bellyband. Old Huang is unlucky."
Xu Fengnian looked towards the direction of Emperor Wu City in the East China Sea and murmured: "Yes, you are not lucky, why did you meet me?"
Wen Hua said to himself: "I remember that he loved to drink rice wine. He would take a small sip at a time and smash it in his mouth. He would hold it in his mouth and be reluctant to swallow it. A small bowl of wine can last for most of the day. Next time during the Qingming Festival, I have to go to Emperor Wu City to give Lao Huang a bowl of wine and some incense sticks. Lao Huang, you’re a good man!”
Wen Hua was seriously considering where to get some copper coins and exchange two taels of yellow rice wine for going to Emperor Wu City to worship Lao Huang. Suddenly, a voice came to his ears: "Old Huang is not wrong about the person. Wen Hua, this kid, is pretty good." Have a conscience.”
Wen Hua followed the sound and saw that the young man in purple walked out of the temple, followed by a girl in green. The girl seemed to be holding a sword in her hand.
Taking the sword from Qingniao's hand, Jingzhou tossed it casually. The sword, which had been inserted at the top of Emperor Wu's city and made the swordsmen in the world jealous, rolled around in the air and was inserted three feet in front of Wen Hua.
Wen Hua was stunned, he didn't expect that there was actually a sword.
God has mercy!
Wen Hua stretched out a hand and was about to draw the sword when he thought of something again. He suppressed his impatient mood and wiped his dark hands with his clothes before stepping forward and pulling the sword out from the ground.
The long sword was unsheathed. It was simple and heavy, and the blade glowed with a cold clear light.
The wooden sword ranger imitated the accents of those heroes and shouted two words: "What a sword!"
The sound was so loud that even the young novice standing in front of Baoguo Temple could hear it clearly.
Several pilgrims who were about to enter the temple to offer incense looked sideways. Wen Hua straightened his body again and danced a few moves that he thought were quite cool. Lest others didn't know, Wen Hua was a swordsman.
Jingzhou took out another piece of silk from his arms and threw it forward.
The silk fell on Wen Hua's head.
The Wooden Sword Ranger paused, took the silk from his head, and glanced at it casually, only to see that there were crooked paintings on it, which were actually painted with blood.
Just as Wen Hua was about to say something about ghost-drawing talismans, a powerful sword intent rushed towards him.
The Wooden Sword Ranger's expression became serious, and he looked at the paintings on the silk again, not as scattered as before.
Wen Hua could think with his buttocks that the painting on this silk was definitely something good!
Jingzhou sighed: "This sword manual is also given to you."
Wen Hua said in shock: "Seriously?"
Jing Zhou nodded and said: "Before Lao Huang died, he was still thinking about your son getting a wife. He was afraid that you would be looked down upon, so he left these things for you."
What was left by Old Huang?
That wizened old man who speaks with a Xishu accent, eats a lot, drinks a lot, has stinky farts, and always likes to grab grass and wipe his butt with him when he poops?
Wen Hua was stunned.
Jingzhou thought to himself: "The name of the sword is Huang Lu, and it ranks fourth among the most famous swords in the world. It was originally Lao Huang's sword. Decades ago, when Lao Huang first came out of the martial arts world, he went to Emperor Wu City to challenge Wang Xianzhi. After losing to Wang Xianzhi, Huang The hut was left at the top of Emperor Wu's city. Later, I felt that this sword was thicker and more suitable for you, so I took the hut back."
"The sword manual is Lao Huang's lifelong understanding. From Sword One to Sword Eight, it is the best swordsmanship in the world. Sword Nine Six Thousand Miles is considered a rare secret. The Eight Swords refer to Xuan, and the Nine Swords With the celestial phenomenon and the emergence of Sword Nine, even Wang Xianzhi will treat it with caution."
"There are thousands of swordsmen in the world, but only a few can truly be regarded as masters, and none can compare with Lao Huang by even one palm. If we only talk about swordsmanship, who dares to say that Lao Huang is far inferior to Deng Tai'a? Deng Tai'a? Tai'a's sword is indeed powerful, but it is a killing sword. These nine swords are extraordinary!"
Wen Hua remembered that Old Huang once told him that practicing swordsmanship requires sincerity, just like a pilgrim burning incense and worshiping Buddha. Sincerity leads to spiritual success. At that time, why didn't he expect that a wizened old man could say such things that made perfect sense after careful consideration?
Is it because Lao Huang doesn't have the slightest bit of mastery?
A master of swordsmanship, how come he is chased away even for stealing sweet potatoes?
Wen Hua asked with a complicated expression: "How did Lao Huang die?"
Jingzhou said calmly: "I fought with Wang Xianzhi and died of exhaustion."
Wen Hua remained silent.
Lao Huang usually ran away faster than a rabbit, so why did he stupidly go to Emperor Wu City to challenge Wang Xianzhi, the second best person in the world, and fight to the death?
Xu Fengnian beat Wen Hua's chest and said: "The sword is nine to six thousand miles away. Even Cao Changqing once said that once this sword is released, there will be no more brilliant sword moves in the world. You kid, don't embarrass Lao Huang. Learn these nine thousand miles." Jian, I have to make a name for myself in the future, and I can’t do it without finding a beautiful wife.”
For the first time, Wen Hua did not argue with Xu Fengnian. He stroked Huang Lu with one hand and whispered with red eyes: "Old Huang, how can you like me, Wen Hua? I stole the roasted sweet potatoes from you, and I snatched the bird eggs from you. I even tried to wipe my butt from you."
Jingzhou glanced at Wen Hua and said, "Okay, don't be so coy and crying like a girl! If you can practice these nine swords, Lao Huang is down there, and you might be laughing so hard Mouth."
Wen Hua tore off a piece of his clothes, wrapped Huang Lu around his waist, took a deep breath, and returned to his careless demeanor. He turned to Xu Fengnian and said: "Xu, hurry up and change to some wine and meat to comfort you." My five internal organs temple, damn it, is it possible that you really are from a third-rate family from Beiliang? It’s so damn unreasonable!”
Xu Fengnian laughed angrily and said: "Bullshit, how many times have I told you, I am the son of the most powerful family in Beiliang! It is easy to talk about wine and meat, but I am afraid that you won't be able to eat it in a while!"
Wen Hua scoundrel said: "Hahaha, I can't eat and take it away!"
After eating a meal of wine and meat in a restaurant, Wen Hua carried Huang Lu and left. Before leaving, he wrapped Huang Lu's scabbard in rags. This was a truth he had pondered for many years. Otherwise, with Huang Lu's Like this, carrying it on your shoulders, I don’t know how many kids it will attract.
He wanted to go to Emperor Wu City first, pour a bowl of wine for Lao Huang, and then go to the border of Liangmang to have a look. He heard Shangui said that if you want to achieve success in swordsmanship, you need to practice more.
What else can be compared to sharpening a sword through life and death?
In this life, Wen Hua, even if he has no qualifications, will still practice swordsmanship to be good at it, not for anything else, just to let the world know that his Wen Hua sword, learned from Jiujian Jiuhuang, let Lao Huang I know, he Jian Jiuhuang saw the right person!
