Qingliang Mountain.
When Xu Fengnian returned to Qingliang Mountain.
What greeted him was not the joyous scene he had imagined.
Xu Xiao accompanied Wu Su and stood outside Wutong Garden, watching quietly as he walked into the palace in ragged clothes.
Although there were smiles on their faces.
But more of it is sadness.
The eldest sister Xu Zhihu followed the Wudang bull rider to a foreign country, while the younger brother Huang Maner was taken to Longhu Mountain to practice Taoism.
The second sister Xu Weixiong stayed in Shangyin Academy all year round and could not go home.
Forget it.
After all, if you want to see them, you can go and see them if you go through another turmoil.
But what Xu Fengnian couldn't accept the most was.
His eldest brother.
Wu Changqing passed away in Wudang Mountain!
This news was no less traumatizing than the death of one of Xu Xiao or Wu Su.
The big brother he has always been proud of and regarded as his goal in life.
How could he die...
That's when it started.
Why practice martial arts and become the next King of Northern Liang?
Why do you want to be the hero of a place who works hard to govern?
It seemed that all this was not so important after his eldest brother left.
From then on, Xu Fengnian began to live in debauchery all day long. He pretended to be a dandy on the outside but had gold and jade on the inside, and truly degenerated into a dandy.
Whether it is Xu Xiao Wu Su or Xu Fengnian’s teacher Li Yishan.
They all couldn’t stand it.
But the saddest thing is Lao Huang, who has accompanied Xu Fengnian for three years and six thousand miles.
When Xu Fengnian returned to Qingliang Mountain drunk that day, Lao Huang, who was shouting, drank with him twice more.
As a result, I received the letter that Lao Huang left before leaving.
The meaning of the letter is simple.
It expresses Lao Huang's understanding of Xu Fengnian's sadness after losing his eldest brother.
But Xu Fengnian should not fall like this.
Instead, he has to shoulder the responsibility of his elder brother and live well.
"Old Huang is going to Emperor Wu's City to retrieve the sword he left behind in Emperor Wu's City."
"Just think of it as setting an example for His Royal Highness."
When I saw these two sentences.
Xu Fengnian sat blankly for a long time.
No words were spoken, only the blurred eyes were filled with tears.
"Mom, can Lao Huang come back?"
Xu Fengnian was sitting in the pavilion in Tingchao Lake.
Next to him is Wu Su, who is wearing a soft white mink fur.
"Old Huang just doesn't plan to come back."
"That's why I wrote you this farewell letter."
"People always grow through loss."
Wu Su looked gentle and gently stroked Xu Fengnian's head.
Just like when she was a child, she was stroking the baby she picked up outside Tai'an City.
"It would be great if eldest brother is still here."
"Even if Lao Huang really goes to Emperor Wu City to die, I just need to ask my eldest brother to bring Lao Huang back safely."
"Even Old Monster Wang, who is invincible for sixty years, will definitely not be able to stop my brother."
Xu Fengnian's expression was gloomy, and in front of his eyes appeared the figure of the elder brother who had been looking up at him and regarded him as his target.
When Wu Su heard this, he was speechless.
But those confused eyes were also full of longing...
…
Emperor Wu City.
The angry waves rise, and the sword energy reaches the world!
In Wang Xianzhi's response to the old swordsman, "Just go up the stairs."
In a huge restaurant.
Everyone looked at the inconspicuous old swordsman in horror.
Touch the red sandalwood sword box.
The sword box leaves first, and others arrive later.
Emperor Wu City has always had an unchanging rule.
Want to challenge the city lord Wang Xianzhi.
You must first pass the level of being a slave in the pavilion.
There are six slaves guarding the pavilion, and they are all top-notch warriors who were willing to surrender after being defeated by Wang Xianzhi.
Among the six, the weakest are all in the pseudo-Vajra realm.
That's it.
It has already prevented ninety-nine percent of the warriors in the world from challenging Wang Xianzhi.
But this swordsman who became famous thirty years ago is obviously not one of the 99%.
Six pavilion slaves, one for each pavilion, stood in front of the stone steps.
They all have the spirit of one man being in charge.
But Lao Huang's response to this was extremely simple.
The sword box that came first was picked up by Lao Huang who came later.
The sword box opened wide, and a delicate and simple flying sword flew out.
A sword swept across a hundred feet.
It wanders around like a snake in the void.
A large number of spectators have already gathered inside and outside the city.
Everyone looked at this scene like a sword fairy wielding a sword, and they were all amazed.
Just enjoy the magical scene of flying swords in the sky.
I completely forgot to observe the current state of the six pavilion slaves.
The six people seemed to be surrounded by invisible formations.
He actually stood there, his upper body struggling constantly, and his lower body motionless.
Until the flying sword finished its performance and fell into the sword box again.
When everyone came back to their senses, they looked at the six people on the stone steps again.
The six people had their heads cut off long ago and turned into cold corpses.
Lao Huang used a very fancy sword move to move the dragon and snake and successfully climbed the stairs.
Standing in front of the burly old man in black robe.
Wang Xianzhi turned his back to Huang Zhentu, but looked towards the vast East China Sea.
In other words, it is the young man who is looking at this place on the edge of the East China Sea.
Wang Xianzhi raised the corners of his mouth, with a look of expectation in his eyes.
He turned slowly.
Calmness returned to his eyes.
He put his hands behind his back, waiting for Huang Zhentu's energy to return to its peak after that sword blow.
Outside Emperor Wu's city.
Wu Changqing and Liu Songtao just sat quietly.
"The world of the world a hundred years from now will be far more exciting than that of my time."
"I came all the way east, anyone who can stand in my way."
"I can already be considered the top master in the world."
"If Wang Xianzhi blocks the way, I'm afraid I won't be able to reach Emperor Martial City in this lifetime."
Perhaps he wanted to know more about this amazing young man next to him when he was awake.
Liu Songtao took the initiative to raise the topic.
"Every era has its own invincible characters in the arena."
"The shadow master eight hundred years ago, Lu Dongxuan six hundred years ago, Gao Shulu four hundred years ago, Qi Xuanzhen two hundred years ago."
"A hundred years ago, it was you, Liu Songtao, who would dominate the world alone."
"And now this world is at its most prosperous in the past eight hundred years."
Wu Changqing was touched and couldn't help but look up to the sky and sigh.
"Wang Xianzhi is undoubtedly the invincible figure of this era, but he is not absolutely invincible."
As he spoke, he suddenly looked at Liu Songtao.
Liu Songtao looked puzzled for a while.
Especially after seeing the enthusiasm in Wu Changqing's eyes, Liu Songtao's calm state of mind suddenly trembled.
He seemed to see the reflection of an invincible figure in the other person's eyes.
"In this era, many people will have moments of absolute invincibility!"
"Wang Xianzhi walked out of Emperor Wu City, Cao Changqing when he landed in Tai'an City, and Deng Tai'a came to Tianmen with one man and one sword."
"Xu Fengnian when he found his daughter Xiao Digua."
"And when you, Liu Songtao, dropped that Bodhisattva sword."
Wu Changqing's words are no longer a prophetic word.
Instead, he was completely revealing to Liu Songtao the invincible moments that would happen in the future.
Liu Songtao was also in Wu Changqing's words.
Gained insight into his future direction.
The monk suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed. He was not crazy.
It's just as if I got the answer I wanted, and I'm just happy.
"here we go."
Wu Changqing suddenly said.
The two of them looked at the city's head where sword energy was already flying.
"One sword cuts the dust and moves the dragon and snake away!"
"The two rituals complement each other and are tied together with the lotus!"
Accompanied by a loud and heroic drink.
On top of the city, in front of the burly old man, Ping Gang was already full of sword energy.
One after another, the sword energy, which can be said to be the best in the world, continued to hit Wang Xianzhi brazenly.
But for Wang Xianzhi.
At this level, it’s just not worth mentioning!
