The end of a great journey, the last years of a hero, lose a bit of pride and add a bit of tragedy.
Luo City was like this in previous years, and it is still like this this year.
Legend has it that Luocheng was originally a fiefdom assigned by the Dragon Emperor to his younger brother Hua Ye, a great hero. However, Hua Ye carried the Feng Luan Bow and the Soaring Dragon Sword, rode the Dragon Emperor's white dragon pony, and led his two charming ladies there.
Outside the Great Wall, I only set foot in the Central Plains in my later years.
In Luo City, there is a world-famous villa called Huajiazhuang. The people living there are all descendants of the hero Hua Ye of this generation...
The storyteller was talking eloquently, and judging from his meaning, it seemed that he did not intend to stop there.
In the tea shed, the dirty boy of seventeen or eighteen years old was whittling wood with a short knife. He whittled the wood sharper and sharper, and gradually whittled it into the shape of a sword. If this wooden sword was for children to play with,
There shouldn't be a sword edge. If the sword was sharpened by a young man for hanging, then the sword would only make people laugh.
"The roar of the iron cavalry, the blood-stained oath, and the sound of bells and drums accompanied by the golden sword are the ambition and hope."
The storyteller was still going on, but the wooden sword in the young man's hand had already come out. The only thing missing was the pattern on the sword. He put down the short sword in his hand and looked at the sword.
"A sophistical scholar, a world-shaking frivolity, a flying sword from the west, a song in the blue sky."
What story was the storyteller telling? He didn't listen carefully, and it seemed like it was no longer the story at the beginning. A storyteller eats a lot of food and tells stories from all over the world. If this is the case, then a storyteller will not stay in one place for a long time.
After a long time, no one came to listen to his storytelling, because he could no longer tell new stories for people's entertainment.
"Falling dynasty, decadent years, what stories are there to tell?" The young man muttered. He gripped the dagger again and continued to carve the wooden sword. He gently blew away the sawdust and ashes to carve more.
What goes up?
"A dynasty may fall, but how can time decay?"
The young man stopped again. He looked up. The young man who spoke was dressed cleanly and decently. Apart from the folding fan in his hand, he could not find any other luxury items. The young man was sitting in the tea shed, just a block away from the young man.
The distance between the benches. Such people would not come to this kind of place. People who read books in the tea shed think so, maybe it is just because they have divided themselves from others, and divided themselves into three, six or nine grades.
, humble and noble.
The young man smiled at the young man, looked at the wooden sword that was still carved in the young man's hand, and said in a gentle voice: "This sword in your hand is a good sword, little brother."
The young man glanced sideways at the young man, and then began to carve dragon scale patterns on the sword, saying in a lukewarm tone: "How can a sword that has not been tempered and burned be a good sword? What a weirdo.
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After hearing this, the young man laughed and said: "Since it is a wooden sword, it cannot be tempered by fire before it becomes a sharp weapon. If the wood is cut with gold, and the violent energy is gone, but the sword's intention is left behind, how can it not be used?"
When the young man heard this, he laughed and said: "It's a mess, I don't know how to pretend to understand."
The young man sighed and said: "How many talented swordsmen in this world are looking for a peerless sword and an unparalleled sword manual? There may not be anyone who can come here alone with a wooden sword like my little friend.
people."
The young man could only shake his head and said with a smile: "It seems that concealing my whereabouts is indeed not my strong point..."
Before he could finish his words, there were more than a dozen warriors in blue uniforms standing next to him, armed with various weapons and full of murderous intent, as if ghosts from purgatory had come to the world to seek souls. So many people suddenly appeared like ghosts.
The listeners in the tea shed were all startled, and then exclaimed that the beasts had dispersed.
"I really didn't expect that the person who attracted Hancheng with a mere hundred thousand fine silver would actually be..."
This time it was the young man's turn before he finished speaking, and the young man's wooden sword had penetrated his chest.
The young man looked at the young man in disbelief. The young man's eyes were the same as his previous tone, neither cold nor hot. Hearing his righteous words: "Pay back debts and kill people to pay for their lives." Hancheng lizard hunter Wu Ziqian was accused of intercepting the imperial court
One hundred thousand taels of disaster relief money left tens of thousands of refugees without food, and many people died of hunger and disease. With this, everyone was ordered to double the amount of silver taels and send it to Luo City within three days. If anyone did not comply, there would be consequences.
Such a sword!"
The young man pulled out the wooden sword from Wu Ziqian's chest and threw it into the air. The sword burned itself without fire and turned into ashes in an instant.
Among those warriors in blue clothes, there was a bearded man with a nine-ring sword that clinked to the ground. The man with such an evil face actually had his legs trembling, and his voice trembled as he said: "Sosoul Soul Man..."
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The young man called him Anan. After doing this, he walked out of the door. Whether anyone took care of the subsequent matters had nothing to do with him. It was still a bit cold in the cold city in this season, and it was the season to wear spring clothes in the south.
But here in Hancheng, if you don't wear a cotton-padded jacket, you will freeze to death on the street.
Anan stopped at the door of an inn. He crossed the threshold and walked in. He looked around at the decorations in the building. This inn was indeed the same as the rumors.
Average, luxurious and exquisite. What Anan was wearing was not made of silk, satin, gold and silver threads, but just a linen dress to keep out the wind and cold. When he appeared, the waiter frowned, and at the counter
The shopkeeper who was doing the accounting seemed not to see anyone, and was still fiddling with the abacus.
Anan's steps were light and steady, and there was no sound when he walked. He walked to the counter, took out a piece of silver and placed it in front of the shopkeeper: "If you want a private room, if it's good, that's fine. If you don't have one, just clean it."
The shopkeeper stopped his fingers, glanced at the money, and then continued to fiddle with his abacus made of green pine: "How many days do you need to stay here objectively?"
"How many days' rent is this ingot of silver enough for?"
"If you include three meals a day, rice porridge and buns for breakfast, one meat, one vegetarian and one soup for lunch and dinner, ten taels of silver can last four days."
"You just want a wing room, no need for tea or meals?"
"Then these ten taels of silver can stay for four days."
Anan didn't say much and just followed the waiter upstairs.
The boy who was fifteen or sixteen years old pushed open the room No. Hai on the fourth floor. Then he slightly bowed his body and made a gesture of invitation. He said respectfully: "Master, please, this room on the fourth floor is the cleanest and quietest. If Mr.
If there is anything else, feel free to tell me."
After sending the guy away, Anan closed the door and jumped onto the beam like a flying swallow. He saw a mark on the beam, which looked like a snake dancing pattern. He didn't pay attention to it and took out a blue book from his arms.
Then use a short knife to carve a groove on the beam the same size as the blue book, and put the blue book into it.
After finishing this, he turned over and landed without making any sound, as strong as a cheetah.
"Xiaowen, how many days will you stay in this small town?"
Anan turned around, and at some point there was a man in black behind him. The big hood covered most of his face, leaving only the area below the tip of his nose.
"Why are you here?" Anan didn't show any kindness to this person, so he showed his short knife and pointed it at him.
"Put away your knife. If I come to capture you and take you back, can you stop me? I'm just here to warn you. Don't stay in Hancheng for too long. Storms are about to gather here. It's boring to add a few more lives. It's over as soon as possible.
leave."
After the man in black finished speaking, he turned around and was about to leave, but was stopped by Anan, who said: "The storm is about to gather, so why don't you tell me what's going on?"
Regarding Anan's question, the man in black did not hide anything and replied: "People are coming to Muhanlou, people are coming to Jingzhou, and people are coming to Lincheng. Do you think no one will come to other cities? Muhan.
The White Shadow Snitch from Han Tower and the Silent Swordsman from Seven Star Sword have arrived at Han City. You can decide whether it is a blessing or a curse."
"So what? I am working in the inner government, and a small Jianghu organization dares to invade my own country?"
The man in black turned around again, took out a wooden sign and threw it towards Anan, then said: "Look carefully, can you recognize this wooden sign?"
"The snapping turtle is in the mountain and is the waist badge of the master of the Muhan Pavilion."
"A few days ago, Marquis Zhong Xi arrived at Jinling in Lincheng. On the day he arrived, he saw several dead people at the entrance of Jinling Street. This was the waistband of one of the dead people. Its owner, the third is Shen Wanli, the master of the Nineteenth Pavilion.
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After finishing speaking, the man in black turned around this time, opened the door and left the house, and never came back.
"People from the brothel dare to move. Could it be that they are Yan Yunqi's people?"
As the man in black said, the first ones to come to Banfeng City were indeed the White Shadow Snitch and Buyu Sword Master from Muhan Tower.
Yaowan, known as the King of Thieves, is dressed in white. His black hair is disheveled, and his long bangs cover his left eye, revealing only his right eye, which is as sharp as a knife and has clear black and white skin. Although he is dressed in white,
, the white robe on his body was at least lined with some black edges, but the pair of climbing boots on his feet were pure white. They were as white as new and not stained with dust.
This man walked with light steps, like a night cat stepping on tiles, making no sound at all.
The contemporary sword master who accompanied him, Leng Buyu, was more fancy than Yaowan. He tied up his hair with an exquisite golden peony crown. He wore bright clothes with a blue background and a lot of embroidery on the blue.
The soaring dragon wears a white cloak with pine-colored shoulder armor. The robe is too long and the boots on his feet cannot be seen. The cloak is too large, making the sword he wears looming.
If you take off the cloak, you can see that he has three daggers with a length of more than one foot with dragon and phoenix designs on his chest, and two double-pronged swords with a height of more than three feet on his back. What is even more worth looking at is his belt. This
The belt looks like iron, with a snake's head in the center, and snake scales tattooed on the belt. Looking at it this way, it's not that conspicuous.
It's better that it's not so conspicuous, because people who know him well know that this belt is also a sword, and it is a snake software that kills many people.
Leng Buyu suddenly stopped and said in a cold voice: "Yaozi, are you paying attention?"
Yaowan chuckled, stopped, and then said: "You think too much, if you can notice it, I will naturally notice what you haven't noticed, and I, Yaowan, can also notice it.
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Leng Buyu's lips curled up slightly. Although he was teasing, his voice remained the same and no emotion could be heard: "So confident."
"necessary."
While the two of them were talking to each other, a girl of sixteen or seventeen bumped into Yao Wang. If Yao Wang hadn't quickly caught her with his hand, she would have fallen to the ground without grace.
Yaowan helped the girl upright and whispered softly, "Is she hurt?"
The girl stood up and apologized to the two of them, then ran away.
Seeing the girl throw away, Yaowan couldn't help but clicked his tongue a few times, and said with emotion: "Don't tell me, the girls in Hancheng are so beautiful, unlike those in Luocheng, they all look like they just came out of the bandits' den."
Smiling coldly, he closed the cloak a little so that his whole body was buried in the cloak and only his head was exposed.
"What you said is true. If people in Luo City heard what you said, I'm afraid your reputation as a thieves would lose some of your chivalry and gain more of a ruffian."
Hearing his partner's teasing words, Yaowang said with a serious face: "No, I always act carefully."
While the two men were still bragging and mocking each other, people on the street avoided each other as if they were seeing the plague. Some vendors did not dare to stop and pick up things after they dropped them. The two looked strange. They had just come to Hancheng, and
He didn't do anything serious or evil, yet these people all ran away as if they had seen a ghost.
"What a strong sword spirit."
In the cloak, Leng Buyu's hands couldn't help but press the double swords on his waist, while Yaowu crossed his arms in front of his chest. The two of them turned around, and there were no less than thirty people standing behind them, all of whom were dressed in white.
, the whiteness of their white clothes overshadowed Yao Wang's. Compared with theirs, Yao Wang's white looked slightly grayer.
"But your enemy?" Yaowan bumped his shoulder and said nothing with a smile.
"I just said it, the sword energy is so strong, but the strength of this sword energy is compared to yours." Yaowan couldn't help but glare at Leng Buyu after hearing this, Leng Buyu didn't take a chance and continued,
"If swordsmen are divided into nine levels, then this sword energy can be called the sword energy of an eighth level swordsman."
"Hahaha." Laughter came from the crowd. It looked like she was a thin person over 16 feet tall. She should be a woman. The big robe covered her whole body. It was unclear whether she was slim or not. The woman shouted softly.
Leng said, "Seven-star swordsman, Leng Buyu. It is said that his swordsmanship is superb and there are few opponents in the world. So let me ask Hall Master Leng, if we talk about opponents, what kind of person is worthy of being Hall Master Leng's opponent?"
Leng Buyu drew two swords, one was as bright as clouds, and the other was as dark and bright as stone. The other was as true as the rumors. Leng Buyu used both hands, and the two swords, black and white, were both true and false.
"Mr. Leng asked himself whether he is the best swordsman in the world. If he really wants to say that, there is a man in Xicheng whose swordsmanship can be called first-class. There is a man in Lincheng whose swordsmanship can be called first-class. Others, Mr. Leng really doesn't know."
"Speechless, Xicheng, I know you are talking about that Xisha proud tiger Zhong Xihou, but who are you talking about in Lincheng? Mr. Mo?"
He smiled coldly, inserted the black and white swords into the soil on both sides, and then said: "The Mo family's sentimental sword and the ruthless sword are indeed exquisite. Unfortunately, the Moh family has no great masters in modern times, and its power is only recorded in books, so it cannot be counted.
First class.”
"The tone is indeed not small. Then let me ask Hall Master Leng, is it possible that the Liufang Sword Master of the Su family, the Luo City hermit Donglai Yijian, and Dugu Bupo, the brother of Dugu Shaohua, the former lord of the West City, are not considered good players?"
"Wen Gong only married into the Su family. How could a weak scholar know the art of swordsmanship? He came from the East and pretended to be a magician with a sword, so he was not a wise man. He was alone and unbreakable. I don't know when the rumor came out that made him related to Xicheng. I only know that this man is related to Xicheng.
I don’t have much, I only have one sword.”
"Buyu, it's troublesome." While Leng Buyu was talking eloquently, Yaowu frowned instead. He still stood upright with his hands in front of his chest, motionless, "I, it seems like I can't move."
"Bai Ying, who is known as the best thief in the world, is sometimes taken advantage of by others. It's interesting." This person pulled off his veil and took off his robe. She was really a handsome and refined girl.
Seeing the lineup of girls, Yaowu couldn't help but stare and said, "Wow, aren't you the girl who hit me just now?"
"Yes, just now Yao Zi praised you for your smartness." Yao Wang glared at Leng Buyu fiercely. The two of them were still poor at this time, as if they didn't care about the scene in front of them, "Heroes love beauties,
Although you, Yaowu, are not a hero, everyone has a love for beauty and can understand it."
The girl covered her mouth and smiled again, a bit shy for her age, and said: "The slave family touched you when I bumped into you just now. Your body is full of hidden weapons. Since the slave family thinks you are a threat, they will strike first and Feng
Stop what you are doing."
Yaowuan laughed, bent down with a smile, patted his knees with his hands and continued to laugh. Now it was the girl's turn to be dumbfounded, Yaowuan straightened his back and stood up straight, laughing
Said: "I'm sorry, I couldn't help laughing when I heard about sealing my actions. So, is this how Hancheng entertains guests from afar?"