Nothing lasts forever.
When Yu Liancheng and his party arrived at the barren area bordering the two states, it was the time of separation.
The sword boy Sanlu is sitting on a donkey, holding a sword in his hand, and his eyes are shining with the light called dream.
This is the sword he bought for eighty taels of silver. In the future, he will rely on it to travel across the world and become famous.
This sword was entrusted with his dream of becoming a martial artist, and it was even ready to be left to future generations as a family heirloom.
The young man treasured this sword very much. Even if the master wanted to touch it, he would avoid it in disgust.
Sanlu held the sword for a long time. He was satisfied and looked around again. He always felt that the atmosphere was not right since he came back from buying the sword.
Especially my master, every time I look at Mr. Tong Huang’s eyes, he always feels fishy. He can’t be in love with Mr. Tong Huang, right?
Although Mr. Tong Huang is handsome, he is still a man after all. Moreover, the generation gap is just here, so it is impossible for him to achieve success.
What's more, how can two men continue the family line?
This can't be done. If the master really has this idea, he, the sword boy, will do anything to bring him back to the right path.
If Deng Tai'a knew Sanlu's thoughts, even if he had a good temper, he would probably kick him in the ass.
Sanlu glanced at the "white-robed beauty" with two swords on her waist again, sighed softly in her heart, and looked bitter.
Just Prince Tong, why is this guy so handsome?
If there were a few more guys like this in the world, wouldn't all the limelight be robbed, and there would be no chance for the Sanlu heroes to come forward?
Sanlu quickly looked away again.
I can't look at it anymore. This gentleman in white robe is so handsome. If I keep looking at him, he will look like the master.
Sister Wu Zhu is better, not only is she beautiful, she is also gentle and kind, and more importantly, she is a woman.
"Xiao Sanlu, stop looking, you are not my type." Murong Wuzhu noticed Sanlu's gaze and looked back with a smile.
"That, that..." Sanlu's face suddenly turned red and he was speechless.
Murong Wuzhu seemed to have anticipated what he was going to say, and said with a slight smile: "If you can beat my brother one day, then let's talk about it."
Sanlu's head immediately dropped.
Although the young man was very angry, he still knew how much he weighed.
The five of them walked for a long time. Deng Tai'a stopped, looked at the sky, gently turned the peach blossom branch in his hand and said, "Okay, little Murong, it's time for you and me to say goodbye."
Yu Liancheng had already expected it and said, "Are you going to Emperor Wu City?"
"Not bad." Deng Tai'a looked into the distance with a serious look: "These days have been quite fruitful. Deng is about to go to Emperor Wu City to see if he can pull that old man Wang Xianzhi off his horse."
Yu Liancheng cupped his hands and said with a smile: "I wish you a prosperous military fortune and success."
"It's very rare." Deng Tai'a shook his head with a rather sad expression: "Wang Xianzhi is really an old monster, a peerless genius who only meets once in a hundred years. Even if Lu Zu is alive, he may not dare to let him get close."
Sword boy Sanlu was dissatisfied with Deng Tai'a's depressing words and crossed his arms: "In that case, what else are you going to do in Emperor Wu's city? Are you asking for a beating?"
"Some things, just do it if you want to do it. If you think too much about the gains and losses, you will lose the original flavor."
Deng Tai'a smiled slightly: "Wang Xianzhi is really invincible. He has been waiting for nearly a month. We old guys couldn't pull him down. Not Cao Changqing, not me, not Tuoba Bodhisattva in Beimang. It depends on you from now on. , Wang Xianzhi has been invincible all his life, and he always needs to taste what it feels like to fail, otherwise life would be very boring."
Yu Liancheng stood tall with his hands behind his back, exuding an aura of loneliness, and said with a desolate expression: "The so-called invincibility is nothing more than the pride and loneliness of 'seeing all the mountains at a glance'."
"You're really out of breath when I say you're fat. Let's wait until you really defeat Old Man Wang." Deng Tai'a waved his hand and said: "Okay, I'm leaving. When I see you again, I hope there will be less Wang Wudi and more Murong Wudi in the world. "
Yu Liancheng waved his sleeves and said: "Go ahead, go ahead, I'm too lazy to see you off."
"Haha, where did the children of our generation come from with so much affection and pretentiousness?"
The old donkey rode away into the sunset. A young man dressed as a book boy rode the donkey backwards, holding a sword in one hand and waving backwards with the other hand, his eyes filled with tears. The ordinary-looking middle-aged man next to him raised his lips, holding a peach blossom branch in his hand, spinning it gently, as if feeling the gaze behind him, he waved it casually.
People have gone away.
The world remains the same.
Yu Liancheng only glanced at Deng Tai'a's back, then turned his head and looked at Nangong Pushe: "Nangong, we are destined, what are your plans next?"
The beauty in white robe rubbed the handle of the knife with her bare hands, and said with determination and perseverance in her voice: "Practice and become the best master in the world." She secretly added in her heart, 'Then kill the enemy cleanly'.
"Good ambition." Yu Liancheng nodded and said with a smile: "Are you interested in going to Beiliang with me, entering Tingchao Pavilion, and reading half of the martial arts secret books in the world?"
Nangong Pushe said: "Are you going to Beiliang?"
Yu Liancheng nodded.
Nangong servant blinked his peach-blossom eyes and said with gleaming eyes: "Beiliang Prince's Palace is one of the three forbidden areas in the martial arts world. It is not easy to enter the Tingchao Pavilion of the Prince's Palace."
Yu Liancheng smiled and said: "The mountain man has his own clever plan."
"In that case, Nangong will stay with you until the end." Nangong Pushe smiled slightly, and when the setting sun illuminated her, her beautiful cheeks were painted with a magnificent color, making her even more charming.
Yu Liancheng said sincerely: "If you were a woman, you would definitely bring disaster to the country and the people."
Nangong Pushe said without any sign of weakness: "If you were a woman, all the men in the world would be unlucky."
Feeling the strange atmosphere between the two of them, Murong Wuzhu felt a little uncomfortable and asked with a smile: "Tonghuang, you didn't even ask me if I was interested in going to Beiliang."
Yu Liancheng smiled and said, "Sister, are you interested in going to Beiliang with me?"
"Not interested, but..." Murong Wuzhu hugged Yu Liancheng's arm and smiled brightly: "Wherever you go, I will go there. Don't think about getting rid of sister."
The warm fragrance of nephrite hits your face, especially the elasticity and softness on your arms, which makes people miss you. Yu Liancheng rubbed Murong Wuzhu's head and said with a smile: "Okay, okay, then let's go to Beiliang together and get rid of no one but sister."
…
"The one who kills the king is Murong Murong."
These seven words spread with the battle of Guangling River.
Not to mention martial arts people, even traffickers and foot soldiers are familiar with it.
Later generations recorded that on August 18th, on the day of watching the tide, Tianzun Murong broke three thousand pieces of armor with just one hand. The king of Guangling, Zhao Yi, the crown prince Zhao Bi, and a bodyguard died violently, and the world was shocked.
There is also a story among the people that "Tian Zun broke through the armor of three thousand cavalry and cut down Jiang Chao with a snap of his finger and flying sword." Every time someone tells this story, he will always win a lot of praise, but he may be thrown into jail.
After defeating Xuanyuan Dapan and becoming the master of Huishan, Yulian City once again became the focus of the world. It was even more shocking than before. Even Beimang's senior officials paid attention.
The outcome of the Guangling battle exploded like a bolt from the blue, causing shock and uproar all over the world. The entire martial arts world became like a boiling oil pan, boiling completely.
The impact is as great as when Wang Xianzhi defeated the old sword god Li Chungang.
King Guangling is one of the six vassal kings, and he is among the best in strength, with many soldiers, generals, and masters.
That dead fat pig was greedy for money and lustful. He offended many people and was assassinated countless times. However, he often lost his life before even seeing Zhao Yi's face.
If Emperor Murong Tong was waiting for an opportunity, he would just look for an opportunity to assassinate him. But in full view of everyone, he raised his hand to defeat the guards, collapsed the parade platform, and beheaded Guangling King Zhao Yi in a majestic manner.
As for the elite backing troops under Zhao Yi and the martial arts masters he had enlisted, they suffered countless casualties in this battle.
You know, from ancient times to the present, martial arts masters have rarely had the upper hand when facing an organized army, let alone such a huge victory.
Such a record, even if it is not said to be unprecedented or unprecedented, can still be said to be the best in the contemporary era. How can people not be shocked by it?
Emperor Murong Tong was born. Even though his rise was short-lived, his reputation has already surpassed that of the official Cao Changqing and the peach blossom swordsman Deng Tai'a.
Some people even think that he has the capital to challenge the man from Emperor Wu City.
As for killing a famous vassal king, the Liyang court naturally refused to give up. It issued a wanted order and offered a reward of 100,000 gold. At the same time, it sent Zhao Gou to try to capture Emperor Murong Tong.
But everyone knows that this is just a show.
Facing such top masters, the imperial court was powerless, Cao Changqing was an example.
…
In dusk.
On the mountain road, the figures of an old man and a young man were elongated by the afterglow. The old man was carrying a long bag wrapped in rags. He was dressed in ragged clothes and had white hair mixed with a few thatches. The poor man could get a bowl and squat on the ground. Begging, leading a scrawny lame horse.
The younger one seems to be quite young. He has a stubble on his face and is dressed in a street hemp shirt. He looks like a refugee fleeing from famine. If you have a sharper eye, you may be able to find that this boy is actually quite handsome if he tidies up. If you meet a shameless old man, he will definitely point it out and say: This boy has the demeanor of when I was young.
"Old Huang, I've calculated the time. We can go home in a month at most. Then there will be a big piece of meat and a bowl of wine. Damn it, I didn't think this wine and meat was something rare before, but now that I think about it, I’m just so greedy.”
The young man, whose true age could not be discerned, wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve.
The sloppy old man who looked like a servant chuckled, revealing a pair of yellow teeth that were missing his front teeth, making him look naive and ridiculous.
"You're laughing your ass off." The young man rolled his eyes: "I hope this journey will be safe, but be sure not to show up any more bandits or bandits, otherwise we will have to deal with each other."
"No, Master, I, Old Huang, will protect you." The old servant with missing front teeth patted his bony chest and immediately coughed several times.
The young man rolled his eyes again: "Come on, you can run faster than me."
Lao Huang's habitual silly smile revealed two missing front teeth.
The young man looked at the baggage behind Lao Huang again, picked a piece of weed at random and held it in his mouth: "I don't know why I went crazy after carrying this thing for three thousand miles."
Lao Huang just smiled naively.
The young man didn't know what he thought of. He touched his stubble-covered chin and said, "Old Huang, I remember I asked you if you were a master, and you nodded."
Lao Huang lowered his head, showing a "shy" posture like a lotus flower, and nodded coyly.
The young man asked: "How tall are you?"
Lao Huang blinked his eyes, seeming to be thinking, and after a while he stretched out his hand to make a gesture. It seemed to be about the same height as His Highness, and then he lowered his height again.
"Hey, I see you're about the same height as me."
After walking with Lao Huang for more than two years, why didn't he know his background? The young man smiled and put his arm around Lao Huang's shoulders.
"When you had a stomachache this morning, I slipped away to listen to a book. It's the most popular one at the moment, 'Tianzun breaks armor with three thousand cavalry, snaps his fingers and flies sword to cut down Jiang Chao'. Do you want to listen to it?"
Lao Huang nodded hurriedly.
"Ahem, let me tell you. Wasn't there a big tide in the Guangling River some time ago? The fat pig of Guangling King Zhao Yi watched the military parade..."
The young man also became interested. He immediately spit, scolded Fang Qiu, and told the story that he had half heard in the teahouse with added detail, and he told it vividly.
"What a great Heavenly Lord, what a great Emperor Murong Tong. If this prince encounters him, he will definitely be rewarded heavily, isn't that right..."
At the end of the sentence, the young man was still slapping his mouth with more than he wanted to say.
"You can shake three thousand cavalry with one hand. Killing the King of Guangling on the Guangling River is really an unparalleled skill. I can't reward you. If I had known that I would have taken that guy Wen Hua to the Guangling River with me, even if You can’t learn skills from a teacher, but it’s worth it to meet such a magical person.”
Lao Huang raised his hands high and tapped his toes again.
"Old Huang, what do you mean by this?" The young man was a little confused, and then he slapped his forehead with a look of understanding: "I understand, you mean that Emperor Murong Tong's martial arts is so high."
"It's as high as two stories."
Old Huanghan smiled and showed his two front teeth, and pointed to the teacup floating in the wind not far away. There was a big word "tea" on the teacup: "Master, there is a tea shop."
The young man licked his chapped lips and said he was thirsty, but he happened to beg for a bowl of water.
Perhaps it was the previous story that aroused the young man's interest in exploring the world. As he walked, he continued to discuss things about Murong Tianzun with the old servant who was missing his front teeth.
"I used to think that practicing martial arts was vulgar and required the courage of an ordinary man. But if you can practice martial arts to this point, tsk tsk, you won't be able to go anywhere in the world..."
At this moment, Lao Huang suddenly froze.
"What's wrong?" the young man asked
Lao Huang scratched his head and said, "Master, isn't Murong Tianzun very good-looking? He also has a sister who looks very similar to her."
The young man nodded.
Old Huang asked again: "Is there a woman in white with them? She is also very good-looking. She has two knives on the right side of her waist."
"Lao Huang, you have a very good memory. You also listened carefully to what I said. You can remember all these small details. Not bad." The young man nodded with a smile, very satisfied with Lao Huang as an audience.
"No." Old Huang pointed forward with his hand: "It's just that Old Huang's eyes are not blind."
The young man looked along and saw a tea shop.
And three beautiful people in the tea shop.
It seems that they are one man and two women, but they both have a majestic appearance.
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ps: Thanks to the book friend "Da Zi Zai Wu Worry" for the 5,000 reward.
Haha, due to the lack of updates and quality, I haven’t dared to appear in the comment area for a long time, and I haven’t dared to respond to reminders for updates.
Snow is too long, I have never written such a long fanfic. And I read it a long time ago, so it takes a long time to look up information every time. It’s not very smooth to write, so it’s as slow as ever.
It's the end of the month, and the current monthly ticket price has not increased to 1,000, so I'm completely exhausted.
I'll sort out the outline in these two days, save a few drafts, and try my best to break out next month, sorry.
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