The book boy rode his donkey upside down into the town and asked curiously: "Master, why do you suddenly want to go out for a walk?"
"It's just something I feel for a moment."
The middle-aged man had an average appearance, except that the corners of his mouth were habitually raised, and he seemed to be smiling all the time. Along with this, his unremarkable face became softer and gentler.
"Master, don't try to lie to me. Recently, Murong Tonghuang appeared in the world. It is said that his sword skills are very good. He has occupied Huishan and calls himself 'Tianzun'. We are on the way to Huishan. You must want to go and see it." Look at that man." To be precise, he was a sword boy, but the young man who had almost never carried a sword for his master chuckled.
"You are the only one who is smart." The middle-aged man chuckled.
He didn't lie to the sword boy, he just felt something in his heart.
"Hehe, it is said that Emperor Murong Tong is not only good at martial arts, but also very handsome. He also has a very beautiful sister. I don't know if it is true or not."
"So what if it's true? So what if it's false? It's just a skin." The middle-aged man didn't take it seriously.
"No, when I want a wife from now on, I have to choose a beautiful one. I don't want to be a bachelor like you, master." The sword boy's eyes lit up.
"I miss my wife before I grow up." The middle-aged man laughed dumbly.
The sword boy said again in a tone that said he hated iron but could not make steel: "Master, I heard that the old sword god Li Chungang was very romantic when he was young. He had countless confidantes in his life and made countless heroines fall for him. But you, the new sword god, are lonely. You know, I haven’t seen that heroine going crazy for you. If you throw yourself into the crowd, no one will recognize you.”
The middle-aged man in coarse linen clothes was indeed a good-natured man with no temper. He touched his face and said with a smile: "Maybe I'm not handsome enough. I'll work harder in the future."
"Master, don't be discouraged. If you put things in order, there will still be women who will like you."
The sword boy patted the middle-aged man's shoulder again and said calmly in a calm tone.
"What's more, what we people in the world value most is martial arts. Sir, you, the new swordsman, fought against Wang Xianzhi three times, and you didn't win or lose. But Li Chungang was forced to break the wooden ox and horse with his fingers by the forty-year-old Wang Xianzhi. It has become a stepping stone for others, and I think it is just an embroidered pillow in name only."
The middle-aged man showed a rare serious look and said in a deep voice: "Sanlu, don't be disrespectful to Senior Li."
Seeing that the old man was angry, the young sword boy did not dare to say anything. He said "oh" obediently, and then changed the subject and belittled him: "I think old man Wang is also a dog sitting on a dog dung heap. He is the king and hegemony. If the old man makes a fool of himself, Use all your strength to beat him so that his parents won’t even recognize him.”
The man shook his head and looked up at the sky: "Don't count on me in this life. He beat me to the point where my parents don't even know me."
The sword boy held his chest with both hands, angrily groaning angrily.
The middle-aged man didn't take it seriously: "You kids, of course you don't understand what it means that Li Chungang was not born in heaven, and the way of swordsmanship lasts forever. Over the past five hundred years, there have been countless swordsmen in the world, but in the end, only this old man's swordsmanship has caught up with Lu Zu ah."
"As for the old monster Wang Xianzhi, as long as he is ranked second, no one in the world will dare to be called first. Even if Lu Zu comes to this world, he may not dare to let him get close. He is truly invincible."
"I might be lucky enough to be better than Senior Li in killing, but it's only slightly better. But when it comes to swordsmanship, it's far behind."
The sword boy just picked it up and listened to it, and immediately smiled: "Whether it's martial arts or sword practice, isn't it just for fighting and killing people? Master, you are the number one."
The middle-aged man smiled and said: "You think clearly."
"That's natural." The young man sitting on the stove suddenly puffed up his chest and assumed the air of a master. However, as his stomach made a "gurgling" sound, he suddenly stopped and said, "Master, I'm hungry. .”
The man from Zhongnan stopped spinning the peach blossom branches and said with a smile: "Okay, let's find a bun shop and let's cushion our stomachs."
Gu Di
The donkey-riding sword boy suddenly stepped down and said, "It's Baozi again."
The middle-aged man patted his head: "It would be good to eat some."
The sword boy rolled his eyes and said, "Master, I don't eat steamed buns. Can you please give me my share of copper coins?"
How could the middle-aged man not know what he was thinking? He smiled and said, "How much money have you saved?"
The sword boy smiled and said: "It's fifteen taels. I made an agreement with Blacksmith Wang. When I save eighteen taels, he will sell me the sword at the bottom of the box."
The middle-aged man said: "You still have to eat when you have to. At your age, you won't even have the strength to use a sword if you don't have a full meal."
The sword boy muttered: "But I really don't want to eat steamed buns. How about we eat something else?"
The middle-aged man smiled bitterly and touched the bag, but there was not a few taels of silver left.
Everyone in the world has heard of the reputation of the Peach Blossom Sword God Deng Tai'a, but no one would have thought that he would worry about a meal.
It is too easy for a master like him to get gold and silver, but if he had done things that went against his true intentions, there would be no Deng Tai'a today.
"Deng Taohua, are you interested in coming up for a drink?" A clear voice sounded, but it came from the restaurant next to him. A man stuck his head out and looked at the middle-aged man with a smile: "I'll treat you."
"What a handsome young man." The middle-aged man has seen countless people, but when he saw this handsome face, he was still amazed.
The sword boy was also fascinated for a moment, then jumped off the donkey and handed it to the waiter. With an excited look on his face, he pulled the hesitating middle-aged man upstairs: "Master, what are you doing? Someone is inviting you to dinner." Drinking, no one would be an idiot not to.”
"Are you a loser?" The middle-aged man shook his head and smiled, but if he didn't want to meet the man upstairs, how could the sword boy move him?
The master and servant went up to the second floor and saw a pair of fairy-like people. What was even more strange was that their appearances were almost similar.
The handsome young man looked at the middle-aged man holding a peach blossom and said with a smile: "Peach Blossom Sword God Deng Tai'a?"
Deng Tai'a's eyes were also fixed on the young man: "Tianzun Murong Tonghuang?"
The two seemed to be asking each other, but there was an affirmation in their tone.
Yu Liancheng smiled and said: "It's better to meet by chance than to meet. Deng Jian Shen, please sit down. I will be your host today."
"Thank you very much." Deng Tai'a still had a warm smile on her face, but there was a slight wave in her heart.
When the other party poked his head out from upstairs, he could not detect a trace of the other party's energy. It was so elusive and unpredictable, as if there was no such person in the world.
Even though the other party is sitting in front of him now, it still seems to be shrouded in fog, making it difficult to see.
At this time, how could the Peach Blossom Sword God not know that the handsome young man in front of him was a master who stood at the top of the world, and his martial arts skills seemed to be unfathomable.
There are talents in this generation.
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