But when he landed, Yaowu's eyes changed, and so did his tone. There was a suffocating pressure in his eyes and tone. He said calmly: "I'm really curious. Yan Yunqi came in."
Jianghu, is it possible that you are planning to compete with Muhanlou so soon? Even if you have to compete, can you please use your first-class heavy cavalry to deal with me? I, Bai Ying, can't take care of my face with just a few men.
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"What do you mean, King of Thieves, that we are not qualified?" The water rider on the side was not angry after hearing this. Instead, he seemed to have heard a very cold joke and didn't know whether to laugh or frown.
"I don't want to hurt anyone's life, but you two repeatedly blocked my way and made it difficult for me."
"The four great thieves are unparalleled in the world in their lightness skills, and they are all among the best..."
"Wait a minute." Yaowan interrupted Shui Qi's words, and then picked his ear with the little finger of his right hand, "Count one to two, there are four thief kings in the world, count one to two, who is number one or two?"
Shuiqi couldn't answer. Many people would be said to be the best in the world, but there are so many talented people in the world. How should the people after the first or second be ranked? Who are the first and second? Wen Wu is the first, Wu Wu is the second, Yao
He is a thief and belongs to the category of martial artist, so he naturally has the same temperament.
Ignoring the two people's hesitation and contemplation, they only listened to the rustling sound, and the fallen leaves struck them like flying knives. Another white shadow appeared, and this Yaowu actually stepped on the fallen leaves that were lifted up by him and reached the tenth floor.
His body was in a large shape, and the wind filled his robe. From a distance, he looked like an oversized kite.
Then I heard a voice coming from above: "Fighting with you two is extremely boring, and we will never see each other again."
The sound came from the air. Some of the passers-by watching the excitement were frightened, some were dumbfounded, some were pinching their faces and rubbing their eyes, and some were taking advantage of people's wandering thoughts to get their money.
The woman in colorful clothes floated down gently, without touching the piano case. The piano case floated up automatically, as if the piano case had stuck to her back by itself. This person was just like this. He appeared from nowhere and at what time.
I don't know where and when it disappeared.
In front of the high-rise window on the sixth floor, a man wearing purple clothes and showing his domineering king let go of his hand. A fallen leaf in his hand was blown by the wind and floated into the distance. There was a smile in the voice of the man in purple, and he said: "Enchanted into a world without human beings.
I didn’t expect that besides the Hua family, this thief’s bones could also achieve Qinggong. Do you know the origin of that woman in colorful clothes?”
There was no one around the man, but there was a voice. The voice was low and cold, as if heartless. The voice said lightly: "Last night someone heard a baby crying on the street. Although there are no restrictions on outsiders, Wanfeng City has a curfew. Since there is a baby
There are cries but there is no crying baby. The Lord of the City should know where the sound comes from.”
"Could it be that the famous sword ghost is crying?"
The man leaned his hands on his lower back, looked up at the visible clouds that were difficult to reach, and frowned slightly. He thought that there was a place where no one knew him at the end of the world, but he didn't know that he didn't have the courage to go to such a place in the end.
Yaowan was wandering around, and so was Leng Buyu. Leng Buyu still hid his entire body in his cloak, with only one head exposed. He stood in front of the blacksmith shop and glanced at the whetstone that the old blacksmith had casually placed aside.
"Boss, buy rocks."
The old blacksmith put down his work and asked: "Is the sword used by the guest officer made of iron or bone?"
Leng Buyu didn't pay much attention and directly pulled out the black and white swords and placed them on the old blacksmith's dirty tea table.
The old blacksmith walked over slowly, took out a small hammer as long as a person's hand and as wide as a thumb from his worn pocket, and gently struck the two swords. When the hammer touched the blades, the sound it made was like a harp. Golden light shot out from the old blacksmith's eyes.
, with a joyful tone, he praised: "A good sword, a good sword. The guest officer's sword is made of ice black iron from the far north. There are not many swords like this in the world."
"It seems that the boss is really an expert."
Hearing that Leng Buyu confirmed his guess, the old blacksmith grinned, and then said: "Don't look at the old man living in such a bad place. When he was young... don't mention it."
The old blacksmith entered the house again, took out a box from inside, opened it, and neatly placed a bunch of whetstones inside. He picked a blue whetstone with a reluctant expression, but handed it to him with a silent gesture.
But he said very simply: "As you can see, what's inside this box is not an ordinary whetstone. This piece is powdery sand used to sharpen swords."
Leng Buyu's fingers gently stroked the stone. If it were used to sharpen a sword, it would indeed not damage the blade. He nodded and said, "Good stuff, how much does it cost?"
The old blacksmith still grinned, showing his chipped, black and yellow teeth, and said: "Since you have a good sword, I will charge you five taels of silver."
Is it cold?
Yu took out an ingot of ten taels of silver and placed it on the table, and put the two swords upside down into the scabbards behind his back. Then he turned around, holding the stone and was about to leave, but unexpectedly something came from behind, and he drew his sword and struck back.
, it turned out to be a piece of gold that he cut open.
"This is five taels of gold. If old man Zao doesn't have five taels of silver, I'll give you five taels of gold." The old blacksmith lowered his head and picked up the gold that had been cut in half. He looked at it and couldn't help but clapped his hands and cheered, "Old man Zao, I'll give you five taels of gold."
I have seen many swordsmen and swordsmen in my whole life, but I have only seen seventy or eighty swordsmen like you, so you will be formidable."
Leng Buyu frowned instead. Seventy or eighty, he always felt as if he had been humiliated. Meeting a good blacksmith is much more difficult than meeting a good swordsman. Leng Buyu also said in a respectful voice: "
It seems that the old man has friends all over the world, so who can you tell who helped me sharpen my sword last time?"
"The person who sharpened your sword last time loved swords but was not good at sharpening them. But I can see that your sword is often sharpened by someone who really knows how to sharpen it. If the old man guessed correctly, it should be the ghost woman."
Hearing that the old blacksmith just looked at him, he saw Leng Buyu then drew his sword and could guess who the sword sharpener was. This time it was Leng Buyu who clapped his hands and applauded: "I didn't expect that there are such strange people in Xiaohansu City.
awesome."
The old man waved his hand, with some pride on his face, and said: "Old man, I have known your origin for a long time, but you don't know your past, old man."
Leng Buyu frowned again, stroked his chin, and suddenly seemed to have a sudden enlightenment, and said: "Could it be that the old man is..."
The old blacksmith stroked his long beard, nodded, and laughed: "Old man, I am the Tathagata who controls the sword..."
Although Leng Buyu clapped his hands and looked applauded, he was still depressed in his heart. He kept thinking about the name "Yu Jian Tathagata". Yu Jian Tathagata, isn't Yu Jian Tathagata the senior brother of Gui Granny? Leng Buyu didn't guess that.
It wasn't Yu Jian Tathagata, he thought this anonymous person would be General Han's former friend Duan Jian Honghuangke.
"Since it is the gold given by the senior, the junior accepted it, how offended it is..." I saw a white-feathered arrow flying towards me, and without saying a word, a swallow turned over, drew his sword and picked at the sand, slowing down the arrow's momentum.
.Looking for where they came from, they saw a man in purple clothes standing on top of a large white-feathered eagle.
The strange thing is that the man in purple does not have a bow and arrow in his hand, only a thin gold folding fan that is closed.
Leng Buyu didn't care about the etiquette of the world. He held the white sword Yingzhu in his hand and jumped up with force under his feet. When he reached the air, another arrow flew towards him, but the man in purple on the white eagle did not move. Who was that arrow?
Shoot? Unexpectedly, Leng Buyu turned over again in the air, tiptoed under his feet and the arrow flew into the air again. After flying twice, the person had reached the fourth floor. The man in purple was on top of the white eagle, but Leng Buyu had nothing to rely on.
Suddenly, his man turned into a sword light and flew towards the man in purple. The thin golden folding fan in the man's hand unfolded, and the fan bone got stuck on the sword blade. The man in purple stood on the white eagle, and Leng Buyu relied on the sword blade to connect with the golden fan.
, also put weight on the white eagle. The white eagle was unlucky. It let out a long cry and began to lean, as if planning to throw the impolite guest down.
The man in purple retracted his hand, separated his fan sword, and Leng Buyu fell to the ground from the height of the fourth floor. People around him gathered one after another. These people were not close to the place where Leng Buyu was about to fall.
Or very far away.
The gathered crowd looked at the cold silence and began to talk in various directions.
"Why would the city lord fight with this man? Is this man an assassin from another city?"
"No way, no assassin would dare to do it in broad daylight."
"I just thought it was the city lord who shot that man first."
The crowd was buzzing with comments. It seemed that no one cared about whether the swordsman was still alive or limbless after the fall. People were more curious about why this man wanted to fight with their purple-clad city lord.
Leng Buyu changed the sword to his left hand, took out the three daggers from his chest with his right hand, and threw them down with all his strength. He only heard three loud noises in succession, and dust and smoke rose. After the dust and smoke cleared, the swordsman was safe and sound.
Stand on the ground.
He picked up three daggers from the ground and put them back into their sheaths one by one. He couldn't help but let out a long breath and murmured: "There is no reason why my Qinggong has deteriorated. Why can't it be difficult for me to catch the wind and fall from this position?
"
The white eagle roared again, folded its wings and swooped down. When it was on the first floor, the purple-clothed city lord jumped up and landed gently. When he landed, Leng Buyu also noticed that there was no dust at his feet.
The purple-clothed city master clasped his fists, and then said: "Madam, I informed you that the two hall masters of Muhan Tower came to Wanfeng City. I found out that one of them was the white shadow thief Yaowang, but I didn't know that the other one was
No one would have thought that the other person coming would be a contemporary swordsman, it is truly an honor."
Leng Buyu knew the identity of the other party. This person was the city lord of Wanfeng City, Bai Ling, also known as Bai Ling Nine Arrows. He was dressed in purple clothes and had a golden crown. He held a fan with both hands behind his waist, and his aura of overlord was revealed.
Undoubtedly, compared with Zhong Xihou, the overlord of the West, this man is less aloof and cold and more amiable and kind.
Leng Buyu also put on a smiling face, but his facial muscles were too stiff, and he didn't know if the smile was real or fake? His tone was so kind: "I just have nothing to do with you, and we are with you."
I'm traveling, I'm just stopping and having fun when passing through Han City. I heard that the city lord has unparalleled archery skills, superb lightness skills, and a set of palm skills that people can't guard against. I'm going to give you a lesson here. The rumors are true."
Hearing the other party's praise, Bai Ling didn't have much reaction. On the contrary, he was a little confused about the way the other party landed safely on the ground. He asked directly: "Speaking of Qinggong, Gu Dao was curious about how the sword master landed when he fell. Just
After hearing three loud noises, I saw nothing but sand and dust filling the sky."
Leng Buyu said casually: "It's just a small trick. The city lord is here now. What's the matter?"
Leng Buyu didn't mean to say more, so Bai Ling didn't ask any more questions. Bai Ling laughed and said, "It seems that the hall master still can't trust Gu."
"I trust anyone, and those I trust are willing to swear a poisonous oath to my seven-star sword."
"The hall master doesn't believe those people, I'm afraid he just believes in himself and the Seven-Star Sword in his hand." Bai Ling's left hand was still clasped behind his waist, and he put his right hand holding the fan in front of him, with the golden fan in his hand, and he shook it open
Fan Zi, like a rich nobleman, continued, "I heard a long time ago that there was a man who only believed in his own sword and believed in those who swore on his sword."
Leng Buyu found it interesting and asked: "Oh, who is it?"
Bai Ling showed an extremely evil smile, and then said: "The most powerful man in the empire in the previous generation, General Han. It is a pity that General Han died in the hands of someone who swore a poisonous oath to his sword."
Is the Lord of Hancheng talking about General Han, who was praised by everyone in the imperial court in the past, or is he insinuating Leng Buyu today? No matter what he means, Leng Buyu will not pay attention to it. In his opinion,
These are all too boring.
Leng Buyu had that bad habit again. He drew out a dagger and sharpened his nails with the fine lines on the sword's blade. He asked, "I really don't know why the city lord with such a busy schedule would find a wild man like me."
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Bai Ling took two steps forward, while Leng Buyu didn't move, but moved two steps back. Bai Ling took two steps forward, and Leng Buyu took two steps back. The two of them walked a total of eighteen years.
What's interesting is that the circle of passers-by moved a full eighteen steps.
Bai Ling finally stopped walking, and Leng Buyu stopped fluttering.
"There are so many people talking, so it's inconvenient to talk here. Please go to the private room on the fourth floor to talk in detail." After Bai Ling said this, he went into the restaurant next to him without looking at Leng Buyu's consent.
Leng Buyu smiled: "With the same status, the lord of Hancheng and the lord of West City are completely different in majesty."
Leng Buyu didn't say it lightly, and Bai Ling seemed not to have heard it and continued to walk. However, Leng Buyu's next words made people feel slightly angry. Hearing him say: "It's okay, not angry but powerful."
Apart from Zhong Xihou, the lord of the West, there are really not many people who can achieve the kingly demeanor."
In the private room on the fourth floor, Bai Ling had already prepared food, water and wine. There was a large iron box placed on the mahogany table. He took a deep breath and smelled it, and there seemed to be a faint sweet smell.
"Maybe you can smell what's in there?"
Leng Buyu moved his nose again, secreting a lot of saliva in an instant, filling his mouth. He swallowed the saliva, and then answered: "Beggar chicken?"
Bai Ling put away the fan, laughed, and said: "I have heard that the Sword Master likes to tear up the beggar's chicken by hand. Today I am lucky enough to roast a beggar's chicken for you with my own hands. Pair it with this fine wine, too."
It has a unique flavor.”
Looking again, there is indeed a transparent wine vessel on the table, as well as two luminous cups.
I wonder if it is a common problem among swordsmen that they all like wine and meat. Seeing the wine and the corresponding utensils, Leng Buyu couldn't help but feel that his throat was dry and said: "Grape wine luminous cup. It seems that people who like wine like to use luminous cups."
Drink it."
The wine is poured from the wine container into the luminous cup. The brown wine is exuding the pure aroma of wine. If a person who loves drinking drinks looks and smells it, the wine bug will definitely not give up.
Leng Buyu's eyelids moved slightly, and he drew out the long white sword Yingzhu with a dragon roar. His tone was inexplicably angry and he said: "There are always people who like to disturb me when I am in the right mood."