Ling Zhen, the son of Ling Pu, was stunned when he was pointed at by the tip of the sword from a high place and heard that the other party was really going to ask Jian about his own villa.
But soon, he breathed a sigh of relief and immediately understood that the swordsman in green surnamed Zhang did not recognize his true identity.
They were just making random jokes in the form of joking.
Zhang Jing was holding his beloved blade with one hand, pretending to be imitating the posture of the old sword god. Even if he was beaten to death, he would not have thought that the young man in green robe standing underneath would really believe that he was the divine spirit. The vassal king, the son of Ling Pu, the owner of Shenshan Villa!
How could there be such a coincidence in the world? It's just that they have the same surname "Ling". Are people with the same surname necessarily related by blood? There's no chance that there would be such a coincidence.
After hearing the words "Asking Jian, you are in this sacred villa", the white-clothed swordsman Zhao Xian was a little confused and asked without understanding: "Brother Zhang...oh no, I should call you 'Brother Yu'. Brother Yu, Why are you asking about Jian Lingpu’s sacred mountain villa?”
Zhang Jing, who pretended to be the sword-god fish You Cong, raised his head and laughed a few times, then turned around and responded with his fake hoarse old voice: "You haven't heard of it, have you? I... ...No, it should be me. I have loved Ling Pu’s wife for many years. I have endured it for so many years. Now I can’t bear it anymore. I can’t bear it anymore. I don’t need to bear it anymore! I will kill that person named Ling with my own hands. When we get to Shenshan Villa, grab that Yao... Yao, who is he? I don’t remember, it’s Ling Pu’s wife anyway!”
Zhao Xian immediately couldn't help laughing and said with a smile: "You Yu Youcong's acting is too fake. Why, you can't even remember the name of the woman you have loved for many years? Is this called liking her?"
Zhang Jing also said with a smile: "I'm already old, my memory is not very good, and I forget things easily. But no matter how forgetful I am, I can't forget that guy Ling Pu, who robbed my woman in the past. , Huh, this is a big love rival, if I don’t have a sword fight today, it will be difficult to eliminate the hatred in my heart!"
The girl in white, Ling Xiaoxiao, was not happy about what she heard, so she leaned close to the ear of her ninth brother Ling Zhen and said in a low voice: "Do you want to tell them our true identity?"
Ling Zhen smiled calmly and lowered his voice: "No, those who don't know are not guilty. Let's just treat it like a show. It's so fun."
Ling Xiaoxiao raised her lips and muttered softly: "It's not interesting at all..."
No matter what sister Xiaoxiao's mood is at the moment, Ling Zhen doesn't care much about such things anyway. After all, the "notoriety" that everyone knows about her biological father Ling Pu is no longer just a pile of one or two.
As for the incident about Yu Youcong's love for Yao Ying, the wife of the owner of the Shenshan Villa, it was not widely circulated in the world. It could not be considered as publicizing the family scandal. There was nothing to hide, and it was unnecessary.
Because no matter how hard you try, you are destined to be unable to cover it up, and it will easily backfire, causing the picture to become darker and darker!
As an outsider, silently "watching the show" quietly from the side, this is probably the greatest thing that the Crown Prince of Shenyuan can do.
As for the rest? What the hell.
As long as he didn't insult his biological parents too much, Ling Zhen wouldn't interfere and didn't bother to say a word.
"It makes sense. We should go to Ling Pu to ask about the sword. We hate to take away my wife. If I were Yu Youcong, I would go to Shenshan Villa with my sword and fight to the death with the feudal king named Ling!"
The white-clothed swordsman Zhao Xian said with a solemn voice, "Brother Yu, I'm here to wish you victory, kill Ling Pu with your sword, and eliminate a big scourge for the Splendid Wulin!"
Zhang Jing, the swordsman in green, grinned, "What? I, the Sword God, have already gone to ask about swordsmanship, and you, the great 'Sword Master', don't ask the previous question? Then Ling Pu destroyed the world you longed for. Isn't that right?" Is it also a blood feud? You should go with me!"
Zhao Xian thought for a moment and nodded, "Yes, that's right! When the sword masters gather together and join forces to ask the sword, there is no doubt that the sacred mountain villa is destined to be destroyed in an instant!"
The two of them laughed together. After a while, Zhang Jing burst into tears and said in a rather joking tone: "Brother Zhao... No, no, you are Sword Master Ying Chun, and that is 'Brother Ying'" .Brother Ying, are you actively admitting that your swordsmanship is no better than mine? Thinking back to those days, in that famous 'sacred battle', the one who finally won was the sword god Yu You Cong, and you, Ying Chun, were defeated by me. Cut off both legs..."
Zhao Xian quickly let out a "poof" and shouted: "That's nonsense. Since you can become a sword god, don't you allow me, the sword master, to be better than the sword god? If you have the ability, let's arrange a 'sacred second battle'." Let’s see who has better swordsmanship and deeper swordsmanship!”
"Come just come, am I still afraid of you?"
Zhang Jing still pretended to be an old man with a low voice, "Since I, Yu Youcong, can beat you once, of course I can beat you a second time. By then, if you lose again, I advise you to change your name. Don't No matter how you call it 'Win' Chun, just change it to 'lose Chun' or 'Beat Chun'. Anyway, you can't win if you fight me!"
Zhao and Zhang, who were high up, were still engaged in the meaningless but very funny "war of words". They were arguing with each other from the perspective of the sword god and sword master respectively, laughing and scolding each other constantly.
Looking at the two swordsmen above the archway who were full of vitality and confident in their future prospects, Ling Zhen felt a strange feeling deep in his heart.
It seemed to be a kind of...warmth, or a feeling of relief?
Thinking about it carefully, the reason why he felt compassion was probably because Ling Zhen knew that in this Central Plains "Martial Arts", which had been wiped out by his father's troops and that only the White Bone Sword Sect was the top sect, there were not many real trees left. Ginseng tree.
The only ones left are roadside "grass" like Zhao Xian and Zhang Jing who have low cultivation levels and low swordsmanship.
When strong winds pass by, no matter how solid and upright the trees are, they will fall over!
But those worthless weeds that grow everywhere miraculously survive. When spring comes next year, they are still green and healthy.
Without the large sects that carve up the power of various parties, many masters who were good at conspiracy died, and only fights like this are left.
There is no intrigue between them, and they no longer have to fight to the death. The greatest wish in life is nothing more than to be free in the world and walk away with a sword.
If you are lucky and can do some chivalrous deeds to benefit the people, that's the best. If you really can't do it, then it doesn't matter, just stay alive...
This kind of world is not bad.
Just when Ling Zhen seemed to be so calm and quietly feeling his thoughts, there was a rumble from the mountains not far away.
The earth shook!
The beast tide is coming.
