The lion opens its mouth, dares to be more powerful?
Ten taels of silver is already an astronomical figure to Wen Hua. Let alone the fine flower wine, even if it is a local wine that few people like to drink, if it is loaded into a cart, why can't it cost more money?
God, that was a load of flowers and wine. If he could do it again, Wen Hua would definitely touch his feet and say that he would never accept that ridiculously expensive sword technique.
Xu Fengnian sneered and said: "Wen Hua, Wen Hua, how come you are still so promising? I thought you dressed a little bit like a dog and had some money on you. Why, you are still poor and your waist is cleaner than your face?"
How much money does this truck of wine cost, and you’re so scared?”
Wen Hua said anxiously: "Xu, don't talk sarcastically here. I'll give you a cart of wine. Are you not in a hurry? If you have money, go and buy two jugs of wine to satisfy my craving. I haven't drank in a while."
, there are almost birds flying out of your mouth!”
Hey, who doesn't know how to brag?
Not to mention buying a car full of wine, if Mr. Xu could buy half a car, he would be called Wen Hua backwards!
After months of hanging out together, who doesn’t know who?
If this kid hadn't been poor and poor, how could he not even know what meat tasted like? He still had a pair of rag shoes after all, but this kid and Lao Huang's two pairs of straw sandals were still half-worn, and they would wear them every time they got some free time.
He got in the face of the fat man and said that he was from a noble family.
Who doesn’t daydream?
He is not only the son of an aristocratic family, but in his dream he is rolling in bed with that young lady who is swaying when she walks with the scenery in front of her dancing!
Xu Fengnian smiled heartlessly: "After all this time, you are still so virtuous! I thought that after you became famous and became a hero, I would be able to take advantage of you, but now I see, you have eaten one meal and not another.
.What do you think, do you want to go to Beiliang with me? If nothing else happens, if there is another competition to recruit a bride, I will protect you!"
After saying that, Xu Fengnian took out the treasured sword from his waist, which was hard to replace, and slashed forward in a rather domineering manner, and then waved several swords in succession. However, this action fell into the eyes of Wen Hua, who thought he knew Xu Fengnian well.
It's lame, like a child dancing with branches, it looks good but useless. Otherwise, when we were robbed, how could Xu Fengnian pretend to be a grandson from beginning to end?
But these flowing movements are really enviable!
This knife, regardless of whether it is lame or not, how do you say the word "scholar"?
Yes, it’s called the elegant hall!
Damn it, no wonder Mr. Xu can change his outfit, but I don’t know which young lady is so unlucky to be defrauded of money by this boy Xu Fengnian.
It's okay for the young lady to be defrauded of money, but she wasn't defrauded of sex by this guy, right? Otherwise, it would be really unreasonable!
Wen Hua was no longer in a hurry to run away leisurely, and said with an angry smile: "Let you brag, I will take you to the Gold Selling Cave in a while, and I will have ten or eight girls to make you sober. Stop talking nonsense, my surname is Xu
Yes, if you are a brother, quickly take off these eyesore clothes and exchange them for two kilograms of beef and two bottles of wine!"
After saying that, Wen Hua took out his crotch again, turned his head to Jing Zhou, imitated a shrew and cursed in the street, and said with full force: "His uncle, don't think that I, Wen Hua, have never seen money. I am just spending money and drinking. How many can I have?"
Money, what are you asking for? I, Wen Hua, have never had the habit of owing anyone in my life. The promised car of wine is just a car of wine. I will treat you sooner or later, but even a drop of it will not suffice!"
Jingzhou shook his head and sighed: "It's a pity. I originally had a world-famous sword that I wanted to give to you, kid. A cart of wine can't exchange for a peerless sword and a peerless sword manual."
The words "peerless sword" rang like thunder in the Wooden Sword Ranger's mind.
Wen Hua was excited, rubbed his palms, and said flatteringly: "Sir, what sword is it? Is there a sword manual?"
Jing Zhou turned around and mounted his horse, and said with a smile: "A peerless sword, a peerless sword manual. If you want it, follow me."
"The surname is Xu, did I hear that correctly?" Wen Hua asked Xu Fengnian in a low voice.
Xu Fengnian said calmly: "I can't be wrong."
Wen Hua scolded: "Damn it, what are you still standing for? Accompany me to chase after you. Don't give up the good things that are delivered to your door in vain!"
Let alone one cart of wine, so what if it was ten carts of wine?
Mom, that’s a famous sword!
For the rangers who are too poor to even afford a rusty iron sword and can only use wooden swords, owning a hundred-forged iron sword can only be a dream.
A famous sword, I dare not dream of it!
Although he had never touched the weak and boneless hands of the little widow or the eldest girl, he had seen them on the street.
What does a famous sword look like?
Who knows!
Pulling Xu Fengnian along the way, Wen Hua was so embarrassed that half of his face was wet.
In fact, this sword is too tempting for a ranger who wants to travel to the ends of the world with a sword.
Wen Hua originally thought he was going to a grove, a cliff, or a mansion with a high wall. Unexpectedly, the purple-clothed young man finally stopped in front of a temple, which made the Wood Sword Ranger a little dumbfounded.
Damn it, can there be a sword in the monk's temple?
There are two magic pestles, but although this thing can crack mountains and crack rocks, he, who is determined to become a swordsman, can't look down on it!
How can you be as handsome as practicing with a spear or a stick as you are with a sword?
A few days ago, he heard someone say on the street that in the heavy snow in Huishan, someone killed a heavenly being with a sword. Oh dear, this heavenly being is a god!
I have a sword that can move mountains, topple seas, suppress monsters, and kill immortals. Look, these words are so domineering!
If you don’t practice swordsmanship in this life, you really have no future!
Wen Hua raised his head and looked at the three golden characters "Baoguo Temple" on the plaque. He stopped and whispered in Xu Fengnian's ear: "Xu, why do I feel that that boy is lying to me? Grandpa is not pregnant yet."
I have a son who will carry on the family lineage, but I don’t want to be a bald donkey in the temple!”
Xu Fengnian chuckled and said: "Wen Hua, you think too highly of yourself, and you don't even look at how poor you are. Even beggars are afraid of you, for fear that if you go to the roadside to grab a job, someone will cheat you? Besides, you are a monk.
, there’s nothing wrong with it. It’s no better than the steamed buns that you haven’t seen for several days after you’ve had your last meal. A monk can also cultivate the Buddha of Joy. I heard someone say that there is a female Bodhisattva in the Landa Mountain in the Western Region. She is looking for it.
We are destined to study Buddhism together!"
Wen Hua looked like he believed you were a fool, and curled his lips and said: "If there is such a good thing as the Happy Buddha in the world, how can you not become a monk? Don't think that I don't read enough books and don't know that monks have precepts. Form is emptiness, emptiness is form, and a monk
If he could hold the little lady and roll on the bed, wouldn't the Buddha be so angry that he died?"
Xu Fengnian clicked his tongue and said, "Have you never heard of Hua Monk? Abbot, poor nun, and so on. There are so many ways here! Besides, I have touched more women than you have ever seen, and all of them are young and capable.
If you pinch out the water, will you be hungry and not choose food, so you can become a happy Buddha?"
Wen Hua snorted: "I don't know what your virtues are? You are very familiar with deception, which means you are very talkative. By the way, where is Lao Huang and the old horse? You didn't ask Lao Huang to trade for the old horse.
This outfit, right? Damn it, I know your surname is Xu is a treacherous person, he enjoys the blessings himself, and the dirty work is always left to Lao Huang."
"Xu, why didn't you say anything? Did I guess you?"
Xu Fengnian said calmly: "Old Huang died. He died over there in Emperor Wu City. He was buried by a mountain ghost. There is no monument or grave."
Although Wen Hua's eyes fell into the copper plate, he could care about half a penny for a long time, but he was quite indifferent about life and death. Who would die sooner or later while alive? When he heard about Lao Huang's death, Wen Hua just felt a little regretful in his heart.
, sighed: "If you die, you will die. If you give birth to a good child in the next life, maybe Lao Huang can be a rich young man. This old guy has never touched the little lady's body in his life. The last time he peeped at the widow taking a bath, he only
Halfway through the peek, I was found to be driving him two miles away with a broom. It's a pity that I almost took off my bellyband. Lao Huang is unlucky."
Xu Fengnian looked towards the direction of Emperor Wu City in the East China Sea and murmured: "Yes, you are not lucky, why did you meet me?"
Wen Hua said to himself: "I remember that he loved to drink rice wine. He would take a small sip at a time and smash it in his mouth. He would hold it in his mouth and be reluctant to swallow it. A small bowl of wine can last for most of the day. Next time during the Qingming Festival,
I have to go to Emperor Wu City to give Lao Huang a bowl of wine and some incense sticks. Lao Huang, you are a good man!"
Wen Hua was seriously thinking about where to get some copper coins and exchange two taels of rice wine for going to Emperor Wu City to worship Lao Huang. Suddenly, a voice came to his ears: "Old Huang is not wrong about the person. This kid Wen Hua is pretty good."
Have a conscience."
Wen Hua followed the sound and saw that the young man in purple walked out of the temple, followed by a girl in green. The girl seemed to be holding a sword in her hand.
Taking the sword from Qingniao's hand, Jingzhou tossed it casually. The sword, which had been inserted at the top of Emperor Wu's city and made all swordsmen jealous, rolled around in the air and was inserted three feet in front of Wen Hua.
Wen Hua was stunned, he didn't expect that there was actually a sword.
God has mercy!
Wen Hua stretched out a hand and was about to pull out the sword when he thought of something else. He suppressed his impatient mood and wiped his dark hands with his clothes before stepping forward and pulling the sword out from the ground.
The long sword was unsheathed. It was simple and thick, and the blade glowed with a sharp clear light.
The wooden sword ranger imitated the accents of those heroes and shouted two words: "What a sword!"
The sound was so loud that even the young novice standing in front of Baoguo Temple could hear it clearly.
Several pilgrims who were about to enter the temple to offer incense looked sideways at him. Wen Hua straightened his body again and danced a few moves that he thought were quite cool. Lest others didn't know, Wen Hua was a swordsman.
Jingzhou took out another piece of silk from his arms and threw it forward.
The silk fell on Wen Hua's head.
The Wooden Sword Ranger paused, took the silk from his head, and glanced at it casually, only to see that there were crooked paintings on it, which were actually painted with blood.
Just as Wen Hua was about to say something about ghost-drawing talismans, a mighty sword intent rushed towards him.
The Wooden Sword Ranger's expression became serious, and he looked at the paintings on the silk again, not as distracted as before.
Wen Hua could think with his buttocks that the paintings on this silk must be something good!
Jingzhou sighed and said, "This sword manual is also given to you."
Wen Hua was shocked: "Seriously?"
Jingzhou nodded and said: "Before Lao Huang died, he was still thinking about your son getting a wife. He was afraid that you would be looked down upon, so he left these things for you."
What was left by Lao Huang?
That wizened old man who speaks with a Xishu accent, eats a lot, drinks a lot, has stinky farts, and always likes to grab grass with him to wipe his butt when he poops?
Wen Hua was stunned.
Jingzhou thought to himself: "The name of the sword is Huang Lu, and it ranks fourth among the most famous swords in the world. It was originally Lao Huang's sword. Decades ago, when Lao Huang first came out of the martial arts world, he went to Emperor Wu City to challenge Wang Xianzhi. After losing to Wang Xianzhi, Huang
The hut was left at the top of Emperor Wu's city. Later, I felt that this sword was thicker and more suitable for you, so I took the hut back."
"The sword manual is Lao Huang's lifelong understanding. From Sword One to Sword Eight, they are the most superior swordsmanship in the world. Sword Nine Six Thousand Miles is considered a rare secret. The Eight Swords refer to Xuan, Nine Swords
With the celestial phenomenon and the emergence of Sword Nine, even Wang Xianzhi will treat it with caution."
"There are thousands of swordsmen in the world, but only a few can truly be regarded as masters. None can compare with Lao Huang by even one palm. If we only talk about swordsmanship, who dares to say that Lao Huang is far inferior to Deng Tai'a? Deng
Tai'a's sword is indeed powerful, but it is a killing sword. These nine swords are extraordinary!"
Wen Hua remembered that Old Huang once said to him that one must be sincere when practicing swordsmanship, just like a pilgrim burning incense and worshiping Buddha. Being sincere is spiritual. At that time, he did not expect that a wizened old man could say such details.
It makes perfect sense when you think about it?
Is it because Lao Huang doesn't have the slightest bit of mastery?
A master of swordsmanship, how come he is chased away even for stealing sweet potatoes?
Wen Hua asked with a complicated expression: "How did Lao Huang die?"
Jingzhou said calmly: "I fought with Wang Xianzhi and died of exhaustion."
Wen Hua remained silent.
Lao Huang usually escapes faster than a rabbit, so why did he stupidly go to Emperor Wu City to challenge Wang Xianzhi, the second best person in the world, and fight to the death?
Xu Fengnian beat Wen Hua's chest and said: "The sword is nine to six thousand miles away. Even Cao Changqing once said that once this sword is released, there will be no more brilliant sword moves in the world. You kid, don't embarrass Lao Huang. Learn these nine thousand miles."
Jian, I have to make a name for myself in the future, and I can’t do it without finding a beautiful wife."
For the first time, Wen Hua did not argue with Xu Fengnian. He stroked Huang Lu with one hand and whispered with red eyes: "Old Huang, how can you like me, Wen Hua? I grabbed the roasted sweet potatoes from you, and I grabbed the bird eggs from you.
I even tried to wipe my butt from you."
Jing Zhou glanced at Wen Hua and said, "Okay, don't act coy and cry like a girl! If you can practice these nine swords, Lao Huang is down there, and you might be laughing so hard.
Mouth."
Wen Hua tore off a piece of clothing, wrapped Huang Lu around his waist, took a deep breath, and returned to his careless demeanor. He turned to Xu Fengnian and said: "Xu, hurry up and exchange some wine and meat for comfort."
My Five Internal Organs Temple, damn it, is it possible that you really are a member of a third-rate family from Beiliang? It’s so damn unreasonable!”
Xu Fengnian laughed angrily and said: "Bullshit, how many times have I told you, I am the son of the most powerful family in Beiliang! I am easy to talk about wine and meat, but I am afraid that you won't be able to eat it in a while!"
Wen Hua scoundrel said: "Hahaha, I can't eat and take it away!"
After eating a meal of wine and meat in a restaurant, Wen Hua carried Huang Lu and left. Before leaving, he wrapped Huang Lu's scabbard in rags. This was a truth he had pondered for many years. Otherwise, with Huang Lu's
Like this, carrying it on your shoulders, I don’t know how many kids it will attract.
He wanted to go to Emperor Wu City first, pour a bowl of wine for Lao Huang, and then go to the border of Liangmang to have a look. He heard from Shangui that if you want to achieve success in swordsmanship, you need to practice more.
What else can be compared to sharpening a sword through life and death?
In this life, Wen Hua, even if he is not qualified, has to practice swordsmanship to be good at it, not for anything else, just to let the world know that his Wen Hua sword, learned from Jiujian Jiuhuang, let Lao Huang