Xu Fengnian was confused after hearing this, and hurriedly asked the Toothless servant: "Old Huang, what's going on? Why are you related to Emperor Wu City?"
The old horseman scratched his head and said: "Back then, I fought against the old monster Wang Xianzhi in Emperor Wu City and lost to him with one move. I left a 'Huang Lu' sword there."
Xu Fengnian's mind suddenly flashed with lightning: "Is that the giant sword inserted on the wall of Emperor Wu City? The 'Huang Lu' that ranks ninth among the top ten famous swords?"
Lao Huang chuckled and nodded: "I can't let go of that sword all these years, and I've been thinking about asking for it back."
"Oh it's you."
Except for Murong Tonghuang of "One Sword to the Sky" and "Peach Blossom Sword God" Deng Tai'a, the only master who has used swords in the past fifty years is an unknown soldier from Xishu. The swordsmith took action and traveled the world single-handedly, collecting famous names from all over the world. She put the sword into its sheath and fought with Wang Xianzhi, leaving a sword stuck in the wall.
Who could have imagined that a swordsman who could move forty states with one sword would be like this. He could be happy for most of the day drinking a pot of rice wine and eating two sweet potatoes.
Xu Fengnian's eyes lit up: "Old Huang, tell me, how many swords are in this sword box? Everyone in the world is guessing."
Old Huang Hanhan said: "The sword box has three floors and six compartments. Originally, there were six of the ten famous swords in the world, but now there are only five."
Only five?
Xu Fengnian was speechless.
Lao Huang, you master, master, do you dare to go higher?
Lao Huang smiled and said, "If the young master wants to play with swords, I can leave three or four of them before I go to Emperor Wu's city."
"Really, that's not right. I was interrupted by you, Lao Huang, and I forgot about the main business..." Xu Fengnian slapped her forehead, her eyes rolled around and said, "Murong Tianzun, you said that Lao Huang will die if he goes to find Mr. Wang."
"Not bad." Yu Liancheng nodded.
"It shouldn't be." Xu Fengnian asked incomprehensively: "Old Huang used to fight with Old Monster Wang, but he left a sword behind. Now his martial arts is more powerful than before, and he has also practiced Sword Nine. It doesn't make sense this time Instead, I will lose my life in Emperor Wu’s city.”
"It is precisely because of the Ninth Sword that he is going to die." Yu Liancheng said calmly.
Xu Fengnian said cautiously: "Why is this?"
"Monster Wang fights in the same realm as everyone else, and most of them have their own tricks. Very few masters who challenge him die in Emperor Wu City. This is probably the reason why Jian Jiuhuang was able to leave in the first place."
Yu Liancheng explained briefly: "But the power of Jianjiu is quite good. If Old Monster Wang wants to keep his hand, I'm afraid he won't be able to do it. If you fight with all your strength, your old servant will probably die with his meridians broken." .”
Lao Huang thought for a while and nodded naively: "That seems to make sense."
Xu Fengnian finally came to his senses: "Lao Huang, are you going to Emperor Wu City?"
"Of course I want to go, young master." Lao Huang said without thinking.
"Fuck your mother's legs, why are you going to die?!" Xu Fengnian looked heavy and shook Lao Huang's shoulders vigorously.
This servant with missing front teeth was one of the closest people to him, so how could he watch him die.
Lao Huang just giggled.
Xu Fengnian was silent for a while and said, "Old Huang, isn't it boring to get along with a dude like me who is a frog in the well?"
Lao Huang shook his head and said cheerfully: "It's very interesting, really. Doesn't the young master often say that I can tell the truth?"
Xu Fengnian said angrily: "Then you don't want to feed the young master's horses, but you want to die."
Lao Huang was speechless and showed a toothless smile.
Yu Liancheng said calmly: "For a swordsman, having his sword taken away and hung on the wall is no more comfortable than dying."
Xu Fengnian sighed softly in his heart.
Now, he doesn't quite understand the pride that belongs to a swordsman.
But he knew that when a person is determined to do something and has the courage to sacrifice his life for it, there is absolutely no way to stop him.
For such people, even life is just a matter of time, and life and death have long been ignored.
Xu Fengnian turned his eyes and said: "Murong Tianzun has great supernatural powers. I wonder if there is any way to help Lao Huang and save his life?"
"have."
The Prince of Beiliang asked casually, but he didn't expect that the other party actually had a way and answered so quickly. He immediately said excitedly: "Is there any way?"
Yu Liancheng was very simple: "Just create another Ten of Swords. Even if you can't beat Wang Xianzhi, it's enough to save your life."
Xu Fengnian was confused.
Lao Huang scratched his head: "Ten of Swords? There is also Ten of Swords?"
Yu Liancheng picked up a dead branch at random, and then stabbed it forward. The whole process was natural and just right, with a charm that was in harmony with heaven and earth.
When the sword was completely thrust out, the dead branch suddenly broke apart and turned into powder before it fell to the ground.
"This sword, this sword..." Lao Huang's eyes widened, as if a bolt of lightning pierced his mind.
"Let's figure it out for ourselves." Yu Liancheng turned and left, taking two beauties in flowing white clothes with him.
Xu Fengnian looked at Lao Huang who was in a daze, then at the three people in Yu Liancheng, and immediately chased them: "Wait, wait, how about we do a business..."
No matter what, we must abduct these three guys to the palace, even if it is not for our own safety, we must also think about Lao Huang.
What's more, with such a master guarding you, it's just a matter of waving your hand to deal with that guy from Wudang Mountain. From now on, you can hit whoever you want, how majestic it is.
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Northern Liang Prince's Mansion.
Listen to the Chao Pavilion.
Dazhuguo, who was not tall and slightly lame and hunchbacked, arrived on the eighth floor of Tingchao Pavilion.
Bamboo slips and ancient books were scattered all over the place. There was a red sandalwood table with a dim and flickering light on it. There was a green gourd filled with wine on the corner. A red thread was tied to the mouth of the gourd and a person's skinny arm.
This man was sitting on the ground, his hair disheveled, his face as pale as snow, and his eyebrows a little red, like an upright red phoenix eye. He was dressed in a linen shirt and his writing was flying.
Xu Xiao from Dazhu Kingdom picked up a dozen bamboo slips and put them neatly, so that there was a place to sit: "Yishan, Feng Nian is coming back. There were two people when we went out, but there were five people when we came back."
The man, who was as dry as a ghost, just said "Hmm", his voice was like stone.
Dazhuguo chuckled: "I forgot, you can get the news faster than me. Murong Wuzhu and Nangong Pushe are nothing, but Emperor Murong Tong is a big trouble."
"Oh? What's the trouble?" the decadent man said calmly.
"King Guangling was also one of the vassal kings after all. He died like this. This man was more domineering than Cao Guanzi who had entered the palace three times." Xu Xiao smiled and looked very much like an idle rich man: " The imperial court will not let it go. If those bullshit civil servants find out, the impeachment memorial will probably crush the emperor."
The man known as "Yi Shan" said: "Will the prince be afraid?"
Xu Xiao laughed. At this time, he finally had a hint of the heroism of the Northern Liang King.
"Afraid of shit."
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