It was late at night, the wind was beginning to cool, and the streets of Xiangyun City were unusually lonely.
In the dark corners of the city, spies from the Golden Blade Sect peered into the streets.
Every time a person comes from a distance, these spies will observe them very carefully, and then curse in their hearts, you ungrateful guy, why are you wandering around at this time?
The night was getting deeper and deeper. Near the city gate, a spy dozed off. His upper and lower eyelids were almost closed. Someone suddenly tapped his right shoulder. He trembled and was about to jump up. When he turned around, he saw that
I saw the moonlight shining on the face of a young man, his eyes were like stars, his lips were dyed red, and his black hair was spread casually. He looked really good-looking.
The young man was a little embarrassed and said, "Brother, could you please give me some directions?"
Being suddenly frightened, the spy was really a little angry, but the young man was polite and had a nice face that was pleasing to the eye. He suppressed any curse words he wanted to say and only said: "Where are you going, little brother? Xiang
Yuncheng may be uneasy tonight, so please don't wander around."
The young man said: "I want to go to the Golden Knife Gate Main Hall."
"You can ask the right person about this... hmm? What are you doing in the main hall?"
The spy immediately became suspicious and looked at the young man carefully, only to see that he was wearing gray linen clothes, wearing a pair of straw sandals, and his belt was a hemp rope, with a black wooden handle about two feet long with a backward hook attached to it.
Bamboo cutting knife. At first glance, it looks like a woodcutter in the mountains.
Suddenly, the spy realized something. His face turned extremely pale, his legs trembled, and he took two or three steps back with a bang. Cold sweat poured down his back.
The young man stretched out his hand and said, "Brother, are you sick?"
The spy hurriedly took another five or six steps back, opened his mouth wide, raised his head to the sky, and let out a long howl of "Ouch".
Immediately afterwards, another long howl sounded a hundred feet away, and two breaths later, more long howls sounded further away.
"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!"
Long howls came and went in Xiangyun City, like a pack of wolves calling each other in the wilderness, one after another, continuously transmitted into the main hall of the Golden Knife Gate.
In the living room, the owner of the Golden Knife Sect "Wang Yuanwei" stood up, raised his head and looked outside, frowning deeply, and said solemnly: "The bamboo cutter is here."
The disciples of the Yunmo Sect immediately stood up and picked up their respective sabers. The leader, senior brother "Qi Yue" glanced at the junior brothers and sisters, and said softly: "Don't be reckless when you meet the bamboo cutter later.
There are five sect leaders who have suffered losses at his hands. I am afraid that their martial arts skills are still superior to mine."
Wang Yuanwei shouted to the left and right: "Bring me the 'Leng Jin Dao'!" Within a few dozen breaths, two disciples of the Golden Dao Sect came from the back hall to the living room carrying a gold-backed machete.
The blade is about three feet long, and the blade exudes a cold light. The back of the blade is gilded with a carved dragon, wide and thick, and the handle is also made of rare paulownia wood. The whole blade is more than five feet long, and it seems to be extremely heavy. The two
The disciple had just taken these few steps, and his face turned red and he was mumbling. Wang Yuanwei grabbed the knife and slashed it twice out of thin air, lifting the weight as if it was light, causing a few waves and making the whole hall cheer.
He is already much taller than the average person, and now with his beautiful beard and golden sword, he is even more generous.
Qi Yue couldn't help but admire: "What a golden sword!"
Wang Yuanwei flicked the blade with his finger, and the sound was as clear and crisp as a piano. He smiled and boasted: "Fifty years ago, our ancestors got a piece of cold stone black iron and asked a famous craftsman to make this 'cold gold knife' weighing more than three hundred kilograms."
'. Later, he killed the bandit leaders and recruited disciples to create the "Golden Sword Sect", which became famous in Yunzhou. This sword was passed down from my ancestors to my late father, and my father passed it on to me. So far, it has killed 139 thieves and villains.
There is not a single chip on the blade."
"Good knife!"
"Lifting a three-hundred-pound sword with one arm is as easy as plucking hair and blowing it. Master Wang actually has such physical strength."
"Famous swords match heroes. This 'Leng Jin Dao' ranks thirteenth in the Yunzhou weapon list. The leader is also a hero from Delong Wangzun in Yunzhou. He has the demeanor of the founder of the Golden Dao."
The people of the Golden Sword Clan immediately burst into flattery and praise, and the disciples of the Yunmo Sect did not hesitate to make flattering remarks. However, a disinterested voice sounded at an inappropriate time: "It's clumsy and heavy, and the decorations are gaudy. It's far worse than Master's Cloud Sword."
."
The speaker was Liu Dan, the youngest among the disciples of the Yunmo Sect.
Qi Yue frowned and said, "Junior Brother Liu, please pay attention to your words and don't be disrespectful."
Wang Yuanwei smiled as if he didn't care: "Nephew Liu Xian is right. Who doesn't know the name of Yunmo Sect's Yun Dao Mo Sword? This Leng Jin Dao is certainly inferior." But he didn't think so in his heart, secretly thinking that the material of Leng Jin Dao was different.
Sheng Yun Dao and Mo Jian only lost some of their fame.
Liu Dan added: "Headmaster Wang's internal strength has reached the fourth level of martial arts. His strength is not small, but it is not shocking. If Senior Brother Qi were to use this sword, it would be even easier."
Wang Yuanwei looked slightly sullen, Qi Yue saw this and said hurriedly: "Junior Brother Liu, the martial arts passed down from generation to generation of the Golden Sword Sect are from the same origin as those of my Yunmo Sect Sword Sect.
Picking it up, I definitely won’t be able to do it as smoothly as he does.”
These two sentences not only boasted the martial arts of the Golden Knife Sect, but also did not reduce the reputation of the Yunmo Sect. Wang Yuanwei heard it and said in his heart that Liu Shan was just starting out and his eyes were higher than the top. Only those like Qi Yue who had traveled through the rivers and lakes had the skills.
Really insightful.
"Haha, nephew Qi Xian is ridiculous. Bamboo cutters will come from time to time, and it is best for us to meet them."
Wang Yuanwei led the disciples of the Yunmo Sect to the main courtyard. At this time, the Jindao disciples in the courtyard had drawn out their weapons, and they were all staring at the gate as if facing a formidable enemy.
The whole courtyard was silent and the atmosphere was solemn. Even the bats in the sky hung upside down on the eaves and became motionless. After a quarter of an hour, two new figures suddenly appeared in front of the main hall door.
One person was wearing the clothes of Jindaomen, with a shocked and flustered expression. He was one of the spies sent to the city. The other person was a young man, about sixteen or seventeen years old, with fine features, neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin, wearing cloth clothes and straw sandals, with a waist
He was carrying a bamboo cutting knife.
After entering the gate, the spy ran toward the crowd in a panic: "Master! The bamboo cutter is here!"
"What?"
"Is this the bamboo cutter?"
Wang Yuanwei, Qi Yue and others had heard that the bamboo cutter was young, but they were still surprised when they saw it with their own eyes today. Qi Yue thought to himself, this bamboo cutter was younger than most of the Yunmo Sect disciples present, how could he defeat Yun Mo in a row?
The five sect leaders in the state? Where did they come from and who did they learn from?
The bamboo cutter bowed his hands towards the courtyard and even bent down. Seeing that he was so polite, Wang Yuanwei also wanted to return the salute with his fists, and slammed the knife on the ground. He just raised his arms to his chest, with his left hand on the back of his right hand.
Before they even touched each other, I heard a sentence pop out from the young man's mouth: "Thank you, brother, for leading the way."
Wang Yuanwei's movements suddenly froze, and the others were all stunned, looking at the spy from the Golden Knife Sect. The emotional bamboo cutter came to seize the knife, so he asked my family for the way.
Wang Yuanwei stopped clasping his fists, and patted the spy who ran in front of him with his left hand on the shoulder. He said with a smile, "Thank you for leading the distinguished guests."
The spy felt a sharp pain in his shoulders. He knew that the master had secretly used his inner strength, and he would suffer for ten and a half months at least. However, he did not dare to show it, so he ran to the side without saying a word and rubbed it.
My shoulders were sweating profusely.
Wang Yuanwei picked up the Leng Jin Dao with his right hand and pointed the blade directly at the young man dressed as a woodcutter: "Wang Yuanwei of the Golden Dao Sect is here, dare I ask my brother's name?"
The bamboo cutter's face was a little confused: "What's the name?"
In the crowd, Liu Dan shouted: "I just want to ask your name."
The bamboo cutter suddenly said: "Thank you, brother. Uncle Jin, I don't have a name, but it seems that many people call me bamboo cutter recently. You can just call me bamboo cutter."
People only said that the bamboo cutter deliberately pretended to be stupid and didn't tell his name. Many people didn't understand where "Uncle Jin" came from. Liu Dan shouted again: "My surname is Wang Yuanwei, not Jin, my name is Daomen Wang Yuanwei."
!Wang Yuanwei of the Golden Sword Sect means that he is Wang Yuanwei of the Golden Sword Sect.”
The bamboo cutter raised his hand again and bowed: "Ah, thank you brother for your teaching. Uncle Wang, I'm sorry I called you by the wrong name just now. I want to take a look at your 'calm knife'."
As soon as these words came out, not only Wang Yuanwei and other members of the Jin Dao Sect suddenly changed their expressions, but the disciples of the Yunmo Sect also felt unhappy. The Yunzhou accent has always been slightly vague on the words "Jin" and "Jing", but each of the bamboo cutters
The pronunciation of each word is smooth, but the pronunciation of "jing" is very accurate. It seems to be mocking the people of Yunzhou for their unclear enunciation.
"ha."
A burst of laughter suddenly sounded from the crowd, and many people glanced back, only to see that the person laughing was a guard of the courtyard. When the guard saw a group of people looking at him, he lowered his head and took two steps back. The enemy was at hand.