It's getting late.
The alley is remote and there are no visitors.
The down-and-out scribe was punching and kicking Huang Longshi, and no one came to care about him.
An old man with empty sleeves squatted on the wall.
He was tall and tall, with extremely long eyebrows and a long snow-white braid. He looked at this scene with his teeth straightened with joy.
"Huang Longshi, Huang Longshi, you too have today."
The sword-eating ancestor let out a jeering laugh and slapped his thigh: "No, I was beaten like this before in Xiangfan City. Today I got another good beating. I really met my nemesis."
The one-armed old man turned to look at the confused Wen Hua next to him, and nodded happily: "This boy can be regarded as half of my disciples. His temperament and temperament are to my liking. I will train him well in the future." We can’t let that guy Huang Longshi ruin it.”
This old man with eyebrows as long as willow branches is the sword king of Western Shu, the master of Jian Jiuhuang, and the ancestor of sword eating, Sui Xiegu. He sometimes did business with Huang Longshi, who was responsible for giving him a good sword.
Although Huang Longshi can enter the realm of Confucian Sage at any time, he is not a swordsman, so how can he create those two stunning swords? Behind the two swords is the sword-eating ancestor.
Based on this calculation, Wen Hua is indeed half of his disciple.
"Cuihua, am I not dazzled?"
In another room in the courtyard.
A man with a sword behind his back looked at Huang Longshi, who was being punched repeatedly, and rubbed his eyes vigorously.
The woman beside him, who was dressed simply and had a dull appearance and temperament, reached out and pinched the man with the sword around his waist.
"Hiss~" The man carrying the sword felt pain, turned around and looked at the woman beside him, and couldn't help but glare: "Cuihua, what are you doing?"
"Prove you are not dreaming." The woman named Cuihua said coldly.
The man and woman now are Wu Liuding, the contemporary swordsman of the Wu family, and Cuihua, the maid.
This courtyard was actually rented by this pair of masters and servants. Wen Busheng's money bag was depleted. After the first battle in Beijing, he was his maid Cuihua. They didn't know each other before, so he simply relied on these masters and servants.
Fortunately, although Wen Hua is a bit more rogue, his temperament is quite good and he smells like a human being, so we get along with him very well.
Wu Liuding's master and servant had a deal with Huang Longshi, so he naturally recognized this old man.
Now that Huang Longshi, who was famous all over the world for killing three million people with his three-inch tongue, was beaten like this, his pupils were inevitably shocked.
"Could it be that this old guy only knows how to scheme and his cultivation is very poor?"
Wu Liuding, the contemporary swordsman of the Wu family, rolled up his sleeves and rushed towards the courtyard with a look of great interest: "I've long been disgusted with this old guy. Today I'm going to give him a good beating, and by the way, I'll give it to that kid Wen Hua." Speak out of anger."
Wu Liuding had already rushed into the courtyard without being stopped by the maid Cuihua.
"Mu, Rong, Tong, Huang!!"
At this moment, a loud shout sounded like a thunderbolt.
At the same time, the awe-inspiring energy that belonged to the scholar suddenly burst out, rewriting in all directions like a flood that broke a bank. Even Wen Hua and Chen Yu, who were standing in the courtyard, couldn't help but step back with surprise on their faces. They felt as if they were in a vast ocean. The waves were furious, setting off waves of tens to hundreds of feet, and they might be swept away at any time. Knocked over.
Wu Liuding hurriedly retreated into the room, noticing Dao Cuihua's glaring eyes, he smiled sarcastically: "Just kidding, I, Wu Liuding, am also the Tangtang Wu Family Sword Crown, the top expert of the younger generation, how can I do something to an old man, respecting the old and loving the young? knew."
"What are you calling me for!?" The down-and-out scholar snorted, and then patted Huang Longshi's face: "No, no, I am now the down-and-out scholar Yu Liancheng. Do you hear me clearly, Yu Liancheng. Beautiful jade is flawless and priceless. Don’t shout the wrong thing again.”
"Emperor Murong Tong, I have no grievances against you..." After a violent beating in Yulian City, Huang Longshi felt as if his bones were falling apart. His clothes were torn, his body was covered in bruises, and blood spilled from the corners of his mouth. He no longer had the extraordinary magnanimity that he used to strategize and keep all sentient beings in the world under his control, and he was in a state of embarrassment.
"I'll beat you when I hit you, and I have to choose the time." The down-and-out scribe sneered: "I told you, don't do things to the extreme, you just have to do it. And don't think that I don't know, Old Monster Wang is staying well in Emperor Wu City Yes, it turns out that you came to Tai'an City now because of the instigation of you old guy."
“不过我不在意，高处不胜寒懂不懂，能有一个对手，才能让我不会寒的慌。只是你既然算计我，自然是免不了要挨揍。好了，我尊老爱幼， I’ll just give you one last punch.”
Yu Liancheng lifted Huang Longshi up and threw him into the air.
Huang Longshi lost Yu Liancheng's suppression and wanted to fly away, but he felt that all the energy in his body was scattered and he could not condense even a single bit.
next moment.
A fist hit him on the left side of the face.
boom!
The fist firmly collided with the left side of the face, which quickly distorted and deformed, and several teeth flew out along with blood.
Then Huang Longshi flew out.
Yu Liancheng used a clever punch, so it flew out diagonally. Without hitting any buildings, it flew into the sky and turned into a shooting star, gradually disappearing from sight.
"I will definitely come back." Yu Liancheng looked at Huang Longshi from a distance and added a line for him.
You turned around and walked towards the courtyard, and said to Li Baishi with an expression on his face: "Baishi, that old man has been beaten away by me. No one can stop us anymore. Lovers will eventually get married. Can you come with me?" "
After that, he stretched out his hand.
A pair of eyes also became more and more expressive.
Li Baishi was about to cry but had no tears, so he could only stretch out his slender hand and put it on the hand of the poor scholar.
Of course she also knew the identity of Murong Tonghuang. How could she dare to resist him? Didn't she see that her ancestors were all blown away?
"Little brother, I watched the sword show this morning. Old Man Huang passed my sword manual to you. But I think highly of you, so I won't ask for the sword manual back."
The down-and-out scholar patted Wen Hua on the shoulder.
Wen Hua had a dull look on his face, and since the down-and-out scholar broke into the courtyard, everything had changed so fast that he hadn't come back to his senses yet.
Suddenly, his body was so light that he was lifted up by Emperor Murong Tong and tossed casually.
"I have a servant who is also a swordsman. From now on, you should worship him as your master."
As soon as the words fell, Wen Hua was pinched by a big hand.
He turned around and saw a one-armed old man with eyebrows as long as willows.
The sword-eating ancestor pinched Wen Hua a few times, nodded and praised.
"Although my bones are a little different, my temperament matches my ancestor's. Boy, why are you so stunned? Why don't you kneel down quickly and bow to me as a disciple? Also, don't listen to that guy Murong Tonghuang's nonsense. The two styles of swordsmanship were created by me, and I am not his servant."
Wen Hua scratched his head.
Turning around, Emperor Murong Tong had already gone away with Li Baishi, and there was no trace of him.
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