In the restaurant, the originally sumptuous dining table now had nothing left for the old beggar to eat except the chicken drumsticks thrown aside. Ling Shiqing stared at the old man, she couldn't understand how there could be anyone better than him in this world.
Li Longqian could still eat, and he ate so carefully that not even a drop of soup was left.
The old man put down his right foot that was originally resting on the bench, burped at Li Longqian, patted his stomach, which seemed to have not changed at all, and said with a smile: "I had a good meal today, I'm full!
"
This sound of fullness seemed to be slightly similar to Li Longqian in Ling Shiqing's eyes.
"Boy, where are your weapons? Do you even have no weapons?" the old beggar asked while patting his belly.
Originally he was still shocked as to why the old man could feel the Yellow Dragon Breath in his body, but before he could figure out the problem, he heard the old man's cry. Li Long calmed down for a moment and said in a low voice: "To be honest with you, senior, I really don't have it."
What a precious weapon, even though I practiced swordsmanship with the old man in my family for a few days, the swords I used were all wooden."
"Wooden sword?" The old beggar stopped patting his belly and looked up at Li Longqian. After a moment of silence, he said with a smile: "Why don't you have money to exchange for an iron sword? I think this little girl next to you is not ordinary.
How come my daughter can’t spare the money to buy an iron sword for her sweetheart?”
"What are you talking nonsense about?" Ling Shiqing glared at the old beggar irritably.
"Senior, I misunderstood. It's not that I don't have money to exchange for the iron sword. It's just that I've been using this wooden sword since I was a child, and it's easy to use. Moreover, this wooden sword was left by an old friend, so naturally I couldn't bear to throw it away." Li Longqian explained.
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The old beggar curled his lips slightly when he heard this and said loudly: "It's interesting. I also knew a man who used a wooden sword before, and his wooden sword is extraordinary."
The old beggar stopped for some reason, grinned, turned to look out the window and whispered softly: "In this world, there are not many people who dare to use wooden swords, but all of them have amazing talents. Wushuanggu, you two
Have you ever heard of it?”
"It's written in the book." Li Longqian nodded.
"Where is Wushuang Valley?" Ling Shiqing asked curiously.
When the old beggar heard this, he squirted a mouthful of tea on the table, stared at Ling Shiqing and shouted: "Why don't you even know Wushuanggu? Are you from Daliang?"
"I've only been out for a few days, and there are so many things I don't know about." Ling Shiqing gave the old beggar a helpless look.
"I am also new to the world, and I actually don't know much about Wushuang Valley." Li Longqian explained.
"Oh my, there are still people in this world who don't know Wushuang Valley. If Sun Luzi heard this, he would be so angry!" The old beggar sighed with a smile, then touched his chin and said: "This Wushuang Valley is the center of the current imperial court.
It’s a cult in the eyes, but everyone in the world knows that Wushuang Valley has been helping Daliang resist foreign enemies in the East China Sea for so many years. If Wushuang Valley disappears, Daliang will probably have to cede territory.”
"Since you have been helping our Daliang to resist foreign enemies, why are you still a demon sect?" Ling Shiqing asked with a frown.
"Haha, if the court says it's a cult, then it is a cult. It's already pretty good without giving you the name of a demon cult."
"This court is really overbearing." Li Longqian frowned and whispered.
The old beggar glanced at Li Longqian and quickly changed the subject: "The founder of Wushuang Valley is the Sun Luzi I just mentioned. This man uses a knife. Sun Xiaoran, known as the sword sage in the world, used to have a Daxia Longque.
The sword also cut off a piece of the world, and the reputation
No less than the swordsman Li Taibai and the swordsman Zhan Lexin mentioned by the storyteller just now, but his son Sun Heguang in this life did not practice swordsmanship, and he would not practice swordsmanship even if he was killed.
I really don’t know what kind of evil was possessed. The angry Sun Luzi finally
He took a donkey and his grandson and ran away from home for five or six years. Because Sun Heguang didn't practice swordsmanship, he didn't know where he hid the Daxia Longque in Sun Luzi's hand.
, anyway, after so many years, there has never been a Daxia Longque and a grandson.
Xiaoran’s news. But fortunately, his son is still promising. He actually mastered a wooden sword to the Xuantian realm. Although it is only the Xuantian level, it is not bad. By the way, his wooden sword is not bad.
It seems to be called Mu Longqian, but it’s very powerful anyway.”
"Mu Longqian, what a domineering name." Li Longqian nodded slightly.
"No, a wooden sword can kill thousands of evil dragons, so it is naturally domineering." The old beggar nodded.
"It seems like there's not just one person using a wooden sword in this world." Li Longqian pursed his lips and smiled.
"You're the only one?" The old beggar rolled his eyes at Li Longqian, and then continued: "No one used wooden swords originally, but that person back then..."
The old beggar looked at Li Longqian and paused for a moment, then waved his hands and said with a smile: "Forget it, talking about the past is meaningless. If you can use the wooden sword to make a name for yourself, then it will be good, but if you use it
If you don’t come out, it will be a shame.”
"I didn't expect to be able to use it in any way. It would be good if I survived." Li Longqian subconsciously shook the wooden sword in his bag and told the truth.
"Give me your wooden sword and let me see if it has any origins." The old beggar said carelessly.
Li Longqian looked at the old beggar and hesitated.
"Why are you afraid that I will steal your wooden sword?" The old beggar squinted his eyes and curled his mouth: "Although I am not a big shot, old man, I am not going to snatch a wooden sword from you. Take it out and let me take a look.
, if your wooden sword really has any origin, I will tell you to save you from wasting a good thing."
Li Longqian knew that the old beggar had no ill intentions. After thinking for a moment, he took out the wooden sword in the bag and handed it to the old beggar.
The old beggar's eyes instantly froze when he saw the wooden sword that Li Longqian took out, as if he was attracted by the wooden sword. A trace of enthusiasm flashed in his eyes, and he quickly grabbed it before Li Longqian handed it to him.
Then he stroked Li Longqian's wooden sword with slightly trembling hands.
After the old beggar took the wooden sword and studied it carefully, he put a smile on his face and said to himself: "What a fate. After so many years, I can still see this sword."
"What happened to this wooden sword, senior?" Li Longqian asked with a frown.
"Boy, do you know the name of your wooden sword?" The old beggar looked at Li Longqian and asked.
"I don't know." Li Longqian shook his head.
"This wooden sword is named Jiuzhou Han!"
The old beggar shouted loudly.
The loud voice made everyone around look at the old beggar.