Shangguankan's sword wound has healed a lot. He waved his right hand and said to himself: "Fortunately, I won't be crippled."
One day, after noon, the clouds were thick and it was about to rain heavily. Shangguankan quietly walked to Shangguanliang's former residence again. He stood under the eaves, seemingly taking shelter from the rain.
I saw a black pigeon flying towards Shangguankan under the dark clouds in the sky. Shangguankan swung his left hand into the air, and the black pigeon landed on Shangguankan's left hand. Shangguankan suddenly stretched out his right hand and quickly took out a small tube from the black pigeon's claw. He took out the paper ball from the small tube and spread it in the palm of his hand to take a look. I saw that the note said: "Find a good person quickly. Otherwise, it will bring disaster to the whole family. Boss!"
After Shangguankan saw the words, his heart trembled suddenly and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He didn't dare to think too much, so he crushed the note into pieces, stuffed it into his mouth, and swallowed it with a "gulu" sound.
"I finally opened the secret room and found the "Nine Realms of the Supreme Good" sword manual. Unexpectedly, the man in the bamboo hat had a hand in it. How should I retrieve it now? How should I explain to the boss? My whole family is in danger. That’s it!” Shangguankan didn’t dare to imagine further. The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, and the whole family died tragically because of the heavy clouds in the sky.
"Who was the man in the hat who stole the sword manual of "The Nine Realms of Superior Goodness" from his hand that night?" Shangguankan pondered hard and was puzzled. He smiled bitterly, jumped up, and used Qinggong to fly into the pearl-like rain lines.
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Yingzui Peak, thirty miles outside Zezhou City, is deserted and the mountain is high and steep. Lu Jianchuan, a swordsman from Wei State, deliberately avoided Duanmulang and spent twenty days and nights in a row, repeatedly figuring out the two sword techniques in "Nine Realms of the Supreme Good" and practicing them one by one. Unfortunately, the more he practiced, the more confused he became.
"Hey, hey, hey!" Lu Jianchuan suddenly laughed wildly, "I want to kill someone! I want to kill someone!"
It turned out that Lu Jianchuan didn't know that the sword manual "Nine Realms of Superior Goodness" that he broke into Shangguan Mansion at night and snatched from the hands of a man in black with a masked face was only a forgery of "Nine Realms of Superior Goodness" by Shangguan Yu. "How can this be the ultimate swordsmanship of the Supreme and Holy Nine Realms of Superior Goodness?"
"Who is that man in black with his face covered?" Lu Jianchuan asked himself in confusion. "Of course, I have to thank him for opening the secret room first and taking out the 'black box'. Otherwise, I would have had to go through a lot of trouble!" Lu Jianchuan suddenly sneered, thinking that he was a lucky man.
Thinking of this, Lu Jianchuan started practicing the Supreme Sword Style again. Not long after, I saw his eyes bulging out, and his face became unusually ferocious. "I want to kill! I want to kill!"
Duanmulang has not seen Lu Jianchuan for almost a month. He only remembered clearly in his heart that since he and Lu Jianchuan eavesdropped on Jiang Zicheng and the others at the Longmen Inn that night, he and Lu Jianchuan immediately left the Longmen Inn on horseback. Lu Jianchuan took advantage of a stomachache and took the opportunity to sneak away alone on the outskirts of the city.
"He wants to monopolize the "Ruoshui Heart Sutra", no way!" Duan Mulang began to doubt in his heart, and made secret calculations.
A month later, Duan Mulang met Jiang Zicheng and Jiang Mohun, swordsmen from Qi State, in an ancient inn outside Zezhou City.
It was one afternoon, and Duanmulang was bored. He stopped at the inn and drank alone. "Damn Lu Jianchuan, you want to leave me Duan Mulang, bah!" Duan Mulang took a sip of wine and cursed: "You Lu Jianchuan dare to be unkind, don't blame me Duan Mulang for being unjust!"
"I didn't expect that the famous Ice Sword Maniac was played like a monkey. How pitiful!" Jiang Zicheng jumped off the horse and scolded Duan Mulang.
"You, the sword-mad Jiang Zicheng, are not the same. You have been tricked like a monkey. You are even more pitiful than me, Duan Mulang!" Duan Mulang took another sip of wine and replied slowly to Jiang Zicheng.
"You!" Jiang Mohun's soul summoning sword has been unsheathed, and the sword is pointed at Duan Mulang.
Jiang Zicheng laughed "haha". He was not angry but asked Duan Mulang: "Duan Mulang, tell me why I was also fooled?"
"That day at the Longmen Inn, you only knew about romance!" Duan Mulang seemed to be drunk, and suddenly talked about the eavesdropping at the Longmen Inn that night.
When Jiang Zicheng heard this, he felt very uncomfortable and his face turned red and blue. He controlled his emotions immediately and said slowly: "Men, who is not romantic!" Then he laughed "haha" again.
"Oops! The Nine Realms! The Heart Sutra!" Jiang Zicheng then realized that Lu Jianchuan and Duanmulang had already arrived first and had obtained the "Nine Realms of the Supreme Good" and the "Ruoshui Heart Sutra". He immediately pulled out the Soul-Living Sword, pointed it at Duan Mulang, and asked angrily: "Where is Sword Maniac Lu Jianchuan?"
"Lu Jianchuan? Didn't I get tricked by him, and am I looking for him too?" Duan Mulang shook his head, took another sip of wine, and asked Jiang Zicheng: "Maybe he has mastered the 'Nine Levels of Superiority' sword Is it legal?"
"Although Lu Jianchuan is known as a swordsman, he is not a martial arts genius. Can he reach the 'Nine Levels of Goodness'?" Jiang Mohun said to Jiang Zicheng and Duanmulang disapprovingly.
"A madman has his own crazy method. Is it possible that you can master it?" Jiang Zicheng felt unhappy and said to Jiang Mohun, "However, I am already drunk on "Nine Realms of the Supreme Good"!" He said Then he laughed "hehe".
"Let's find Jian Kuang first! Brother Soul, let's go!" Jiang Zicheng said and jumped on the horse. "Drive" and "drive" were heard twice, and the two horses of Jiang Zicheng and Jiang Mohun flew away in the dust and disappeared into the dusk after a while.
"Hey, wait for me! Let's go find that madman together!" Duan Mulang also chased after him on horseback.
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It snowed heavily. The cities of Zhangcheng, Zezhou and Handzhou are covered with snow inside and outside, and silver snakes seem to be dancing wantonly on the banks of the Wuqian River.
At the end of the day, the agarwood curled up in Prince Zhenhan's palace, as if it was about to scatter the snowflakes outside the palace.
Sima Ji was wearing a purple coat and holding a military book in his hand, sitting calmly in his mansion. Ying Zhixiong and other soldiers sat on both sides, not daring to disturb Sima Ji, and kept surprisingly quiet.
Sima Ji slowly took a sip of tea, stood up, and stretched his body.
The heroic hero stood up and walked forward slowly, clasped his hands and reported to Sima Ji: "King of Han Dynasty! The snow scene outside is very spectacular!"
"Let's go! Go out and take a look!" Sima Ji said with a smile.
The hero of Ying said "hey" and then slowly walked out of the house with Sima Ji surrounded by other soldiers.
An old man with a stooped figure was sweeping snowflakes in the courtyard outside the mansion. When he saw Sima Ji and others approaching, he put down his broom and went to greet them. He pointed at the snowflakes on the ground and made gestures to Sima Ji, saying "babbling" without knowing what to say.
"Although this old slave is deaf and mute, he is very diligent!" Ying Zhixiong said to Sima Ji with a smile.
"Humans, you must have some spirit when you are alive. It is better to be diligent than lazy!" Sima Ji said to Ying Zhixiong with a smile. Then he took two more silver coins from his pocket, slowly took the old slave's hand, and handed the silver coins to the old slave.
The old slave took the silver dollar, looked excited, gave Sima Ji a thumbs up, and wanted to say something again. Seeing Sima Ji and others gradually walking away, he picked up the broom again and swept away the snowflakes. I could only hear the broom in his hand making the snowflakes "swish", and the snowflakes flew away from the ground, flying in the air.
The old slave thought to himself: "The wind and snow are flying, and the sword energy is flying into the sky! Who said a broom is a broom? In my hand, a broom is a sword, a long sword that kills people without blood, a sword that can wipe out everything in the world. The sword of the sky that blocks obstacles!" He was thinking about it, and a strange and unpredictable smile suddenly flashed across his lips.
Snow was silent. The old slave was also silent, but there was a voice in his heart: "Nowadays, no one can say for sure who can own this magnificent country?"
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Sima Ji saw the spectacular white snow scenery all over the mountains and fields in Zhenhan, like a beautiful picture scroll. He was also fantasizing and dreaming, deeply intoxicated by the silver-covered pictures.
Sima Ji turned back and looked at the majestic Wolong Mountain behind him. I saw the snow on Wolong Mountain shining like white jade. He secretly rejoiced in his heart: "I seem to have seen the great truth, great goodness, and great beauty inside and outside Zhenhan!"
Sima Ji stood for a long time staring at the white snowflakes covered in the dense forest, imagining the scene of early spring. He turned to Ying Zhixiong and other soldiers and said: "Winter is passing soon, and spring is coming. I, Sima Ji, pray that 'the world will be full of spring and the world will be warm'!"
Ying Zhixiong and others clasped their hands and said: "The king of Hanzhi has the country in mind and the common people at heart. He is the true hero of the world today!"
Sima Ji smiled faintly and said: "The so-called king can only become the true master of this world by describing this picturesque country with great love! Only by guarding this magnificent and boundless country with true feelings can he become such a king. The eternal master of the world!"
Ying Zhixiong and others clasped their hands again and said: "The King of Zhenhan has a deep affection for the country and the mountains. He will definitely be able to hold the country tightly in his hands. The country will be prosperous for thousands of years, and the people of the world will be blessed forever!"
Sima Ji fell into deep thought again after hearing what Ying Zhixiong and other soldiers said. He then laughed "haha" again.
When Ying Zhixiong and other soldiers saw this, they were startled secretly. They looked at each other, but they didn't understand what Sima Ji was thinking, so they just remained silent for a moment.
"General Ying, the mountains and rivers are beautiful! The country is magnificent!" Sima Ji suddenly opened his mouth and expressed his feelings to Ying Zhixiong.
"The mountains and rivers are beautiful! The rivers and mountains are magnificent!" Ying Zhixiong and other soldiers immediately followed Sima Ji loudly.
Sima Ji saw the beautiful scenery and was filled with joy. He walked on the snow with bold steps. He improvised songs and made impassioned speeches. I could only hear him walking in the snow and singing loudly: "The snow is falling, the mountains and rivers are beautiful! The mountains and rivers are magnificent, my heart is intoxicated! My heart is already drunk, the people will follow! The people will follow, the world will return!"
Ying Zhixiong and other soldiers were very happy to hear the artistic conception of Sima Ji's song. Ying Zhixiong secretly thought in his heart: "The King of Zhenhan used the scenery to express his feelings, expressing his arrogance, contempt for all the heroes in the world, and his heroic ambition to unify the world!"
"The King of Zhenhan is awesome! The King of Zhenhan is so talented and wise that all the soldiers and I were shocked." Yingzhixiong clasped his hands and smiled at Sima Ji.
Sima Ji laughed again and said, "What do you think of this song?"
Ying Zhixiong and other soldiers clapped their hands in admiration and shouted in unison: "The king who suppressed Han Dynasty has great ambitions, and the world has returned!"
