Lu Qingyao, who was new to the martial arts world, became famous as the Six Musketeers thanks to Lu Qingyao fighting off monsters and monsters one by one along the way. But he always kept in mind the martial arts taught by He Qun, "Soldiers are also deceitful. Therefore, you can show them you can't, use them to show them you can't use them, use them to show you they are far away, and show them you are far away. It's the same with martial arts. But remember, stop there and don’t hurt anyone when there is no right or wrong.”
It is true that He Qun did not have higher martial arts attainments to teach him, but Lu Qingyao kept this lesson firmly in mind during the process of practicing martial arts and even creating martial arts. When he competed with martial arts masters, his dream seemed like a beautiful sword dance with deadly moves, but every move and every move allowed the opponent to escape from the murderous aura of this sword technique. . It's not that Lu Qingyao can't, it's that he doesn't want to.
It's just a fight to determine the outcome, so why fight to the death? This world that is useless and has not yet fully prospered also needs people to revitalize it, doesn't it?
Also because of his self-consciousness as the eighth prince, he did not want to be discovered one day, and the murders caused by the emperor's disciples. Although this father usually did not discipline him very much and had little love for him, Lu Qingyao was unwilling to He shouldn't bring trouble that his father can't deal with. Jianghu is far away from the court, but it affects the status of the man in the temple. It's not that he doesn't know.
But the winner should always be rewarded, right? When Lu Qingyao first entered the martial arts world with a sword he used for daily martial arts practice, he had already thought about it. He wanted to defeat all the invincible opponents in the world, and then give this ordinary sword a name that could shock the martial arts world. , but after much thought, he never came up with a good name. Then let's let his subordinates give his sword a more elegant name, so that the sword of his Six Musketeers can be famous in the world. As a result, word began to spread throughout the world that there was always only one rule for the Six Musketeers' competition. The person who lost to his sword had to give his sword a name, and it was up to the Six Musketeers themselves to decide whether to adopt it or not. This resulted in many people not coming to compete with the Six Musketeers. They just wanted to see what the Six Musketeers' sword, which wanted to be famous all over the world, looked like.
That day, Lu Qingyao met the first person he wanted to compete with, but his Dream Swordsmanship only used the second move. Zhang Tianfeng, the second disciple of the Kunlun Sect, could not catch the move and was defeated. The competition is not important, the important thing is to choose the name. Zhang Tianfeng took a closer look at the sword of the Six Musketeers. It was really ordinary. It was just that the cast iron used by the royal swordsmith was Tianshan black iron. The sword was white and glowed with a faint green light. It was just that the Tianshan sword was made of black iron. Dark iron is not a rare treasure that cannot be found, and it is not enough to be the special feature of this sword. This scabbard was something that Lu Qingyao had specially told the armory to make for him not to be so flashy. There were no extra decorations on the white scabbard. Only when the blade was sheathed could one see that the scabbard and the hilt were combined to reveal a sword. It looks like a long and thin wicker.
"Let's just call it Liu Jian?" Zhang Tianfeng asked Lu Qingyao cautiously, fearing that the sword wind would offend him.
Lu Qingyao couldn't help but laugh, "If the pattern I carved here was a flower, then it would be called a flower sword?" You disciples of the Kunlun Sect are really of the same line, and you all judge people by their appearance. No wonder you can't help but beat them. Lu Qingyao cursed a few words secretly in his heart.
The name "Liu Jian" was naturally rejected by Lu Qingyao.
The second person in the world who was defeated by his sword and forced to name him was Gu Yanzhi, a divine thief that is difficult for ordinary people to find. It's a pity that this thief only knows the skills of three hands, doesn't know much, and can't come up with a good name. While Lu Qingyao defeated him, he also took away the token stolen from his waist. It turned out that what he stole was the access token of Anhe Guard. The thief must be said to have some real abilities, and he could actually Sneaking to his father's door.
Gu Yanzhi remembered that the swordsmanship that defeated him just now was called You Meng, "You Meng Sword?" Of course Lu Qingyao shook his head.
Gu Yanzhi still remembered that he had just walked by him and touched the jade handle that a passer-by had just passed by today. His steps were as light as a swimming dragon and as fast as a waterfall. "You can steal my things with your footwork. I think it's called the Wandering Dragon Sword."
Lu Qingyao was frightened when he heard that the word "dragon" was a taboo for the emperor. Along the way, he also knew that there were more or less Anhe Guard whistles following him, no matter what whistles they were. In order to keep him safe or just to track his whereabouts, he didn't want to personally deliver Xiang Shang's head to the court of his careless father for a while.
Lu Qingyao said lightly: "Are you very uneducated? You don't want to kill me for the word dragon. You can be hunted by the court even if you walk in the rivers and lakes." After that, he threw away the token of Anhe Guard. Gu Yanzhi replied, "This can also make you lose your head, so put it away."
Of course he was not satisfied with the result of this competition.
After nearly a year of wandering around in the world, fighting back and forth several times, and only having to learn from the leaders of several sects directly, Lu Qingyao still didn't give his sword a name. Is it so difficult? Maybe, after all, Lu Qingyao couldn't come up with a satisfactory name even after thinking about it.
After going around in circles, Lu Qingyao remembered to ask Monk Wuliang. This was the first time he entered the White Horse Temple under the name Six Musketeers. Monk Wuliang knew from his figure and temperament that it was his old friend the Eighth Prince who came to visit. It's still different. The Eighth Prince likes to wear moon-colored clothes in the palace, but now he wears black clothes when he enters the world. It seems that he has grown a little taller, maybe he won it back along the way, and his youthful temperament looks more youthful. A little taller.
When Lu Qingyao saw Monk Wuliang in the Zen room, he deliberately lowered his voice and said, "Master Wuliang, I am here to visit you and hope to teach you."
Monk Wuliang understood and chuckled. The young man wanted to be a knight, just like every young man he had ever seen entering the world for the first time. "An old friend is here to visit, and I hope you won't be welcomed from afar. I hope the Eighth Prince won't take it too seriously."
Lu Qingyao was a little angry after being exposed and pulled off his mask. Under the mask was an angry young man.
"Old monk, how can I compete with you if you look like this? Or do you just don't want to compete with me in the first place?"
Monk Wuliang was not angry at all, "Eighth Prince, there is no problem for us to drink tea and enjoy the snow. It's just that the monk from White Horse Temple has never been involved in the world, so he has never made a name for himself in the world. It would be pointless for you to compete with me."
Lu Qingyao thought about it, yes, the White Horse Temple is right next to the Imperial City. No matter how powerful the old monk was when he was young, he was still afraid of the Imperial City next to him.
"Let me take a guess, old monk. The main reason why the Eighth Prince came here is not to compete with me, but to get a name." Although he did not ask about Jianghu affairs, the old monk would still hear about some Jianghu affairs. As soon as the name Six Musketeers appeared in the world, the old monk remembered the pseudonym "Lu Jian". In addition, the Eighth Prince had not come to White Horse Temple to drink tea with him for a long time. It was not difficult to guess that this Six Musketeers was today's Six Musketeers. The eighth prince.
Lu Qingyao was disappointed by the old monk, and was wronged again, and he instantly became angry. "Then tell me, what should I call it? If you like it, I will consider it as losing to you."
Monk Wuliang rolled up his sleeves, poured some freshly boiled water, took a handful of freshly made tea, poured out two cups, handed one to the eighth prince, and spoke slowly. "It is the sword of the Eighth Prince. It is the sword of the Eighth Prince. Why does it need a name? Buddha said, even those who have signs have no signs." The new tea smells really good. It seems that I haven't smelled such a fragrance in a year. When the new tea became fragrant, Lu Qingyao realized that when he left the imperial city, it was also the time when the new tea was just on the market. It turned out that the year had passed in the blink of an eye. He is the eighth prince and the Six Musketeers who is famous in the world. His sword does not need a name, it is the sword of the Six Musketeers.
At that time, neither he nor Monk Wuliang thought that this sword would disappear from the world a few years later, and that even more years later, another storm would arise in the world.
