Chapter One Hundred and Thirty Nine: Splashing Dust
Bai Ling also felt that the martial arts cultivation he had gained through this encounter was too powerful, so his top priority was to adapt to and become proficient in this cultivation, which naturally included the control of breathing.
The orange-robed man nodded again with satisfaction and continued: "Now that you have this level of cultivation, it will indeed be a great help for what you want to do. You must pay close attention to the matter of fate cards."
Bai Ling nodded, hesitated for a few moments, and finally spoke, listening to him: "Brother, a member of the Hua family has passed away."
When the man in orange robe heard this, his eyelids moved slightly, and he looked a little puzzled and shocked. The man in orange robe frowned, and he couldn't help but stretch his right hand out of his sleeve.
No matter how many times I saw his bloody hands, it was still scary.
The orange-robed man rubbed his chin with his hand, thought for a while, and said: "Although it is earlier than expected, it will come sooner or later. Little Hua'er, I saw an interesting little boy in Hancheng. Judging from his appearance,
, somewhat similar to you..."
Before the orange-robed man finished speaking, Bai Ling looked excited and his eyes could not help but widen.
Bai Ling asked hurriedly: "But a boy of seventeen or eighteen, wearing a purple robe, with a bow and arrow in hand, dressed like a member of the Hua family?"
After hearing this, the orange-robed man didn't show any surprise or doubt, but just nodded slightly. He nodded, and Bai Ling's face was filled with joy.
Bai Ling hurriedly asked again: "Brother, when I see this young man, is he in good health? Is he fat or thin, black or white?"
The orange-robed man couldn't help but laugh at the series of questions of concern. He patted Bai Ling's shoulder with his hand, chuckled, and then said: "Compared to his peers, this kid is not bad. Even though he tried his best to hide it, he can still see
It turns out that this kid is lame. When I went to Lincheng, he was following Zhong Xihou, as if he had a little plan in mind, but he was very clever."
Bai Ling was also grinning, her eyes filled with peace of mind as she heard him murmur: "That's good, that's good."
Then, the orange-robed man spoke again: "I forgot to mention, this boy also carries a purple bow and a basket of arrows of different colors. If you look closely, you will see that the bow and arrows are treasures.
"
Hearing what the man in orange robe said, Bai Ling couldn't help but frown, with a look of confusion on his face. When the man in orange robe saw Bai Ling's expression, he was also slightly puzzled. Before he could ask, Bai Ling murmured again.
"If it's true, it's the ancestral bow and the mountain bird order. Brother can say it so clearly, and I can't be wrong even if I think about it, but I really can't figure it out. It's rare for Hong'er to escape from the Hua family, so how can he repay these two things?
Are you ready to take me out of Hua's house?"
He didn't understand the matter and couldn't figure it out no matter how hard he thought about it. The orange-robed man didn't care how Hua Shaohong possessed his Hua family's ancestor Bao Gong and the mountain bird order. He said: "If I hadn't been the one going to Lincheng, that kid would be afraid
He will also be hunted down by Yan Yunqi’s men.”
After hearing this, Bai Ling's expression changed again, and she was filled with nervousness.
Bai Ling didn't need to ask, the orange-robed man chuckled and explained: "I went to Lincheng for my brother. In addition to meeting old friends, I was also ordered to take away the Wuyu sword belonging to Marquis Zhongxi. Unfortunately, I was late.
, Wuyu Sword has been used up, and Zhong Xihou also got another ice-blue Tingyu Sword that looks like Wuyu Sword from somewhere. Originally, my brother wanted to use this sword to make a deal, but the matter was revealed by this boy.
It’s muddled.”
After hearing this, Bai Ling couldn't help but smile. He was now convinced that Marquis Zhong Xi was a reliable person. However, thinking that the man in orange robe had not completed the task because of Hong'er, he was also a little worried, so he hurriedly asked: "Then
How should brother deal with the people above?"
The orange-robed man was helpless, smiled, and said in a nonchalant tone: "Zhong Xihou handed me his Wuyu sword that was broken into two parts. Even if it is not satisfactory, the exchange should be enough."
Bai Ling thought about it again and again, but never noticed that the two of them had arrived at the gate of the city lord's mansion. The guard at the gate became more energetic when he saw that it was his city lord.
The orange-robed man paid attention one by one. The guards saw him and were probably curious about his identity. However, these guards were not wrong and their eyes did not follow his steps.
The man in orange robe followed Bai Ling into the city lord's mansion, passed a rockery, and there was no one around. Bai Ling lowered his voice and said: "The previous city lord once hid a sword secretly. If my brother needs it, he can give it to him.
"
The man in orange robe was slightly curious and was about to speak, but was stopped by Bai Ling. His eyes signaled the man in orange robe to follow him. The man in orange robe nodded and looked back at his donkey. Bai Ling smiled.
, waved his hand, indicating that it was okay.
The orange-robed man walked up to the donkey, took off a stick wrapped in coarse cloth from the donkey, and followed Bai Ling away, leaving the donkey to wander alone in the city lord's mansion.
The place where the two of them went together was the study room where Bai Ling worked and welcomed guests. Although the study room was not big, it was tightly organized. The rows of bookshelves were filled with papers and office papers.
Tan table and chairs. On the east side of the room, near the window, there is a tea table and five chairs. Behind the main seat, there is a shelf for placing tea cups.
The orange-robed man entered the room and took a closer look. He couldn't help but feel a bit puzzled as he didn't feel even a hint of the cold sword intent.
Bai Ling naturally knew what the man in orange robe was wondering about. He smiled slightly, and then the aura from his body spread out, filling the entire study room. The man in orange robe still stood there, with his hands hidden in his sleeves, motionless, and was not affected by the spreading aura at all.
Impact.
The breath was released, and originally filled the entire study room, but after a while, the breath was continuously gathered and sucked away by a strong suction force. And the source of that suction force was just a floor tile on the left side of his wooden desk.
The orange-robed man found it interesting and walked over to the floor tile. He did not use his hands, but lightly stamped the floor tile with his foot. It was just a kick, but with no apparent force, the floor tile broke into pieces.
After a while, it was completely broken into powder.
The breath that had not yet been completely absorbed in the room gathered like wind, blowing away the broken pieces of the floor tiles.
The orange-robed man looked down again, and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly. Good guy, are you really not afraid of meeting people like the Four Thieves?
Without the floor tiles, there was dirt underneath, and inside the dirt, a vertical wooden box was clearly buried. The orange-robed man looked at Bai Ling, who didn't speak, but just nodded.
The orange-robed man smiled at him again, and then he placed the stick-shaped object wrapped in coarse cloth in his hand on the wooden table next to Bai Ling's office. Then he kicked it and stomped it to the ground. The wooden box seemed to be damaged from the bottom.
With a strong impact, the entire wooden box flew out of the soil.
This time, the man in orange robe reached out his hand and grabbed the wooden box directly. The top and bottom of the wooden box were square as big as a palm, but the length was more than four feet. It was obvious that the thing hidden inside must be a sword.
Or a long item like a mace or whip. Even if it doesn't work, it should be a scroll of painting.
There is no need to guess, what is hidden here is indeed the sword Bai Ling told him.
The movement of the man in orange robe was not graceful at all. The bloody hand exerted a slight force, and the wooden box shattered instantly. The bloody hand loosened and quickly reached forward. The bloody hand grabbed something, which was the hilt of the sword. The sawdust fell, and the orange robe
The man looked over and saw that he was holding a sword in his backhand.
Looking at this sword carefully, this sword is not gorgeous. I don’t know how long it has been stored underground. The sword is still as bright as a mirror. It is an ordinary three feet and three feet. The sword is slightly red on all sides and has no blood groove. The orange-robed man’s wrist
As soon as he moved, he held the sword in his forearm, stretched out his left hand, and flicked the sword with two fingers. The sound was clear and clear, and there was a faint sound of dragon roar. The man in orange robe straightened the sword again, and saw the light reflected on the sword.
The word "Nu Xiao" was added.
The man in orange robe nodded, looking quite satisfied.
Originally, Bai Ling was a little upset when she saw that her study room was messed up by the orange-robed man, but when she saw the orange-robed man's eyes when he looked at the sword,
God couldn't help but smile and asked: "Brother, is this sword a good sword?"
The orange-robed man nodded, his eyes fixed on the reddish sword in his hand, unable to move away.
"This sword is called Splashing Dust..."
"Wrathful Sky!"
Before Bai Ling could finish his words, he was interrupted by the man in orange robe. Bai Ling was slightly startled, and the man in orange robe looked at him with confusion on his face. Then, he moved his wrist again and held the sword in his backhand again. His hand pointed slightly towards
In front of him, the hilt of the sword faced Bai Ling, signaling him to take the sword and take a look.
Bai Ling had a puzzled look on his face and took over the reddish sword. When he saw the faint word "Angxiao" on the sword, his eyes widened.
"When did these two words appear on this sword?"
The orange-robed man chuckled, and then there was doubt and curiosity in his tone as he said: "I thought that Wuyu Sword was a unique sword in the world, but how did I know that I met the one called Tingyu in Lincheng?
Sword, now I see this Furious Sky here again. These three swords are different in color, but other aspects, such as shape, length, and even patterns, are exactly the same."
Bai Ling still looked puzzled and murmured: "It's so strange. The former lord of Hancheng left this wooden box with the word "splashing dust" clearly written on it. The last time I took out this sword, I didn't see anything on it.
This is the word "Wu Xiao".
The man in orange robe reached out his hand, and Bai Ling also handed the sword back. The man in orange robe carefully looked at the sword in his hand again, and then put his fingers together and slowly stroked the sword. The sword made a slight trembling sound.
When I hear it, I actually feel a little bit more at peace. With such a calming sound, I still don't understand why the sound of the sword is called "Wrath of the Sky".
The man in orange robe chuckled and said: "It seems that this Wrathful Sky Sword is also a rare spiritual sword. I don't know, this Wrath of Sky Sword is the same as the Dragon Yao in my brother's hand. Who,
Even better."
After saying that, the orange-robed man grabbed the wooden table where Bai Ling worked with his left hand, and the stick-like object wrapped in coarse cloth was grabbed. He slowly untied the coarse cloth, and a golden light shot out, dazzling. Bai Ling narrowed his eyes slightly.
, look carefully, the one wrapped in coarse cloth is also a sword. It is a sword with a scabbard, both made of gold and exuding dazzling light.
The hilt of the sword is the same as the scabbard, entwined with a golden dragon, faintly exuding a kingly domineering aura. Long Yao, Long Yao, and Bai Ling couldn't help but nodded. Even before the sword was unsheathed, they could already feel the extraordinary power of this sword. It deserves to be included in the top ten names.
Sword, a treasure named King Sword.
On the other hand, the reddish sword held by the orange-robed man in his right hand would be an exaggeration if this sword was Splashing Dust, which is one of the top ten famous swords and was named the Holy Sword.
"Little Hua'er, why do you call this sword Splashing Dust?"
Bai Ling had no choice but to smile and replied: "The former lord of Hancheng called this sword Splashing Dust and said that this sword has the power to open the sky. Now it seems that it is a joke."
The man in orange robe didn't care about this, nodded slightly, and then said: "Brother Jian, I really like it, so I won't be polite to you."
Bai Ling chuckled and continued: "Whether it's Splashing Dust or Nu Xiao, if my brother likes it, that's enough. I originally planned to use this sword as a bargaining chip to win over the jade-faced white dragon. Counting the time, now Treat it as no longer needed.”
Bai Ling's words made the orange-robed man a little confused. He frowned slightly and looked at Bai Ling with confusion.
Bai Ling cleared his throat, raised the corners of his mouth, showed a slightly evil smile, and said: "At this moment, Leng Buyu, the contemporary swordsman of Mu Han Tower, should have already faced off against Liang Boye. I don't care who will win. , I think after this battle, Liang Boye will either die or become disabled."
Bai Ling had a smile on his face, but he never expected that the orange-robed man's eyes were a little dull. After a while, he was slightly angry and scolded Bai Ling: "Little Hua'er, you are so confused. Do you know, How much trouble you have caused!"