Late at night.
The dim yellow oil lantern in the room gave out a warm glow. Father Sang was wrapped in his clothes, with one foot on the chair, drinking wine to himself. Waking up from a dream in the world was intoxicating. He didn't know whether he was drunk at this moment. Still awake.
This slightly drunken atmosphere made him think a lot, and he couldn't help but think of the past again.
Suddenly, a bright knife came straight in front of him, catching him off guard. He raised the wine bowl to block the knife. The blade was slightly deflected, but it lifted the clothes on his shoulders.
"The Evil God"
Father Sang's eyes widened and he looked directly at the person who attacked him. That person turned out to be Chu Mubai.
Chu Mubai said: "Senior Sword Emperor, do you still want to hide your identity?"
Father Sang steadily raised the wine bowl in his hand. At such a critical moment, the wine bowl in his hand did not spill a drop of wine.
He laughed and said: "Hahaha! Brat, what nonsense are you talking about? Sword Emperor? You actually said that I am the famous Sword Emperor? I am just a bad old man, how can I be the Sword Emperor?"
Chu Mubai said: "Why do you lie to me? The look in your eyes when you saw the Evil King's Divine Sword for the first time cannot fool anyone. And when I fought with Zhao Xi today, I deliberately You can tell when a flaw is exposed. Although you try your best to hide it, you still can't hide a person's first reaction to a crisis. The moment you raised the wine bowl to block the knife in my hand was enough to prove your identity. .”
"It's a joke. Even if it is true, it only proves that I am a martial arts master who hides his skills. It does not prove that I am the Sword King."
"That's right, I really don't have enough evidence to prove that you are the Sword King!"
After Chu Mubai finished speaking, he lifted up the corners of his robe, knelt on his knees and said, "If you are the senior Sword Emperor, please give me some advice for my father's sake so that I can understand the meaning of the sword. Chu Mubai Thank you very much! I will never reveal a word about your seclusion here."
Father Sang raised the bowl of wine in his hand, drank it down, and then said: "You are a grown man, what are you doing kneeling in the room of a bad old man like me? I told you that if you are not the King of Swords, you are not!"
"I know." Chu Mubai stood up suddenly, opened the door curtain and walked out.
Father Sang held up the empty bowl, frowned, and whispered: "Is this... the son of the evil king so impatient?"
Father Sang quietly walked out and looked outside. He saw Chu Mubai walking out of the house, carrying the Evil King's Divine Sword on his back, turned around and faced the house, and knelt down on the ground.
Father Sang raised his eyebrows slightly, thinking to himself that this brat is quite persistent.
Early the next morning, Father Sang was awakened from his sleep by the shouts of Sang Cuiqiao and Lan Zuiwu.
"Dad! Dad!"
Father Sang walked out lazily with his clothes on his face, his hair messy, yawning, and shuffling his shoes. He said: "Cuiqiao, what are you doing in the yard so early in the morning? Disturbing people's dreams. !”
Sang Cuiqiao hurriedly pulled him and said, "Dad, look at Mr. Chu kneeling in the yard!"
Father Sang yawned and said, "Ah...this...what's so strange about this? This kid is kneeling there all night long!"
Sang Cuiqiao screamed: "What? You said Mr. Chu was kneeling there last night? Why?"
Father Sang said: "This boy insists on saying that I am some kind of sword king... How can I, a fisherman, be some kind of sword king? It's ridiculous! He insists that I teach him sword skills, but I don't agree. , he’s kneeling right here, what a stubborn ass!”
Lan Zuiwu looked at Chu Mubai and said, "Mubai, Father Sang really
Is it the Sword King? "
Chu Mubai looked up at Father Sang and said, "Senior Sword King, please teach me the sword skills and help me understand the secrets of the sword skills. Please! If you refuse to agree, I will never be able to kneel down!"
Sang Cuiqiao looked at Father Sang and said, "Dad, please get Mr. Chu up quickly. Don't let him kneel. He has been kneeling all night. How can he bear it?"
Father Sang shook his head and said: "It's not that I asked him to kneel, it's that he refused to get up. Brat, let me tell you again, I'm not a sword king. It's useless even if you kneel until you die. Hurry up." Get up!"
Lan Zuiwu looked at Chu Mubai distressedly and advised: "Mubai, get up quickly! Stop kneeling!"
Chu Mubai looked at Lan Zuiwu and said, "Zuiwu, the reason why we went to sea this time is to ask Senior Sword Emperor to teach me sword skills. I will not give up easily unless Senior Sword Emperor is willing to teach me sword skills!" "
Father Sang ignored him and went to sea with his fishing net on his back. Chu Mubai knelt in the yard for three days and three nights without eating or drinking. Even a hardened man couldn't bear it.
Seeing that he could no longer hold on any longer, Lan Zuiwu angrily ran to Sang's room and cursed: "What kind of martial arts senior are you? Just admit it when you clearly know that you are the King of Swords. Mu Bai has traveled thousands of miles to look for him." You, do you know how many small islands we have searched for? Now you are torturing him like this!"
Father Sang blew his beard and glared: "You little kid, and... I didn't ask him to kneel down, he knelt down himself, why are you scolding me?"
Lan Zuiwu pointed at his nose and said: "I just want to scold you. When I first heard that you were very passionate about your wife, I had a good impression of you. I thought you were a guy who valued love and justice. Who knew you were such a person?" Cold-blooded and ruthless, not only that, but also a coward!"
"You bastard! How dare you scold me like this?" Father Sang slammed the table angrily, stood up and roared.
Sang Cuiqiao, who was cooking dinner, was startled and rushed in to see what happened.
Lan Zuiwu has been arrogant and arrogant since he was a child. He was pampered by his master and brothers, and he is an emperor. How can he put his father Sang in his eyes? Even if he is the Sword Emperor, so what, he can't be like this. Brother Chu who bullied her.
When Father Sang slapped the table, she slapped him even more fiercely and said loudly: "What is your name? Not only will I scold you, I will also beat you. Aren't you unwilling to admit that you are the King of Swords?" I, Lan Zuiwu, will beat you until you admit it today, let’s see how you still pretend!”
Chu Mubai, who was kneeling in the yard, heard the sound of fighting coming from the house. He was afraid that Lan Zuiwu would really hit someone, so he immediately stood up and tried to stop it. Unexpectedly, he knelt for too long and stood up suddenly. His brain was congested and he fainted.
Inside the house, Sang's father was hit in the left eye by Lan Zuiwu's punch, and his eyes suddenly turned black and blue. Now that Lan Zuiwu had taken action, he had nothing to worry about. He just had to use all his strength to hit the knife. Until the emperor can no longer pretend.
Father Sang cursed loudly and ran around the house: "Damn girl, this damn girl is probably crazy, she dares to hit this old man, oh my!"
Sang Cuiqiao looked confused as she watched Lan Zuiwu chasing her father around the house. Seeing that Father Sang had been beaten badly by her, she hurriedly shouted: "Miss Lan, stop quickly, what are you doing?"
"What are you doing? Since your father doesn't admit that he is the King of Swords, I have to teach him a lesson. My martial arts skills are not vegetarian. I wonder if he, an old boy, still pretends? Now I am willing to give it all, even if you It’s no use being the Sword King, we won’t learn sword skills from you anymore, so just keep pretending, you coward, I’m going to beat you half to death today!”
"Oh - you bastard
Boss, you don't follow martial ethics and don't play your cards according to common sense. You are really ruthless! Oops - my hand...hand..."
There was a crunch, and Father Sang's left hand was broken by Lan Zuiwu.
Father Sang secretly thought, this girl is really cruel. In the end, she stopped pretending. In order to save her life, she had to fight back and knocked Lan Zuiwu to the ground with one palm.
Lan Zuiwu fell badly. He stood up and looked at Father Sang. He pulled out the corpse-turning fan and shouted loudly: "This is the corpse-turning fan! A third-grade artifact. It is made of thousand-year-old mysterious iron. The iron fan itself contains drama. Poison, when this fan comes out, hundreds of corpses will turn into bones! Dead old man, you should die!"
"Damn girl, are you serious!"
"Dad - be careful!"
The room was in chaos. The iron fan in front of him was merciless, slamming towards his door. Father Sang couldn't bear it any longer. He pulled out the tobacco stick from his waist, waved it left and right, backed away quickly, and slapped the corpse fan out.
The corpse-turning fan was driven into the wall, and the fan body was already submerged into the wall. The candlelight flickered, shining coldly on Father Sang's livid face.
The next morning, a bird sat on the windowsill and chirped.
Chu Mubai had a splitting headache and slowly got up from the bed. Lan Zuiwu was lying next to the bed. He passed out last night, so she stayed with him all night.
He reached out and rubbed her soft hair. She woke up, rubbed her eyes with her hands, and looked at him sleepily.
When Chu Mubai saw that Lan Zuiwu had a bruise on his forehead and it turned out to be someone who had beaten him, he said angrily: "Zuiwu, who beat you?"
Lan Zuiwu said with a smile: "Who else could it be? Yesterday I gave you a lesson on the Sword King, and of course it was him who did it..."
Chu Mubai clenched his fist and said angrily: "What? Father Sang dares to hit you!"
He lifted the quilt and was about to avenge Lan Zuiwu. Suddenly he realized something. He turned to look at Lan Zuiwu and said, "You... what did you just say? Your name is Sang, Sword King?"
"Yeah." Lan Zuiwu blinked, stretched out his hand and yawned.
He was overjoyed and said: "So, he...he admitted that he is the Sword King?"
Lan Zuiwu smiled and said, "He has to admit it! There is nothing that I, Lan Zuiwu, can't do if I take action, but..."
"Zuiwu, you are so awesome, you actually made Father Sang admit that he is the King of Swords. Oh my god, Zuiwu, you are simply my lucky star!"
Chu Mubai shouted loudly, picked her up and spun her around a few times.
Sang Cuiqiao happened to lift the curtain and walked in. Seeing the two of them like this, she couldn't help but said awkwardly: "Ahem... Mr. Chu, you're awake. My father asked you to come over!"
"Oh..." After hearing this, Chu Mubai quickly put down Lan Zuiwu and ran out happily.
Lan Zuiwu reached out and scratched the hair that was messed up by him, and whispered: "But... now it will be even harder to ask the Sword Emperor to teach you sword skills..."
Of course, Chu Mubai had no time to hear these words. At this moment, he was rushing into Sang's father's room happily. He saw Sang's father wearing clothes and a white bandage on his right hand, hanging on his chest and on his head. The bandage was wrapped crookedly, the left eye was black and blue, and the right cheek was stained, as if it had been rolled over by a boulder, as miserable as it was.
Chu Mubai blinked, opened his mouth and said in shock: "Senior Dao... Sword Emperor, you... what's wrong with you? Who... who beat you like this?"
The Sword Emperor lowered his head, stared at him angrily, and shouted: "You brat, you are asking questions knowingly. Of course, the little girl you brought has done a good job! Ouch -" Because he spoke too fiercely, he touched the corner of his mouth again. The wound caused him to scream in pain.
