Zhong Xihou had already sat on the straw mat at some point. His sitting posture was different from most people. He did not sit on his knees but crossed his legs.
I saw him picking up the grapes without any care, without peeling them, and threw them directly into his mouth without spitting out the grape seeds. He joked: "Fortunately, fortunately, since Gu's Wuyu Sword and Mo Yujian's sword are also there."
They are all on Brother Changkong’s list of famous swords, so these days, Brother Changkong’s famous swords can’t help but open everyone’s eyes?”
Linghu Changkong didn't say anything, and everyone looked at him. He took off the long cloth bundle and opened it.
Then there was a sword of ordinary style, with a scabbard and a hilt that looked like it was made of copper, but the sword was stained with rust when it came out of the scabbard. The sword was in great tatters, just like the clothes on his body.
Of course, no one would dare to look down on him just because the sword looked old and worn, just like this reserved young man with shabby clothes but a good reputation.
The moment the rusty sword was unsheathed, the Mo family swordsman opened his eyes and saw Mo Yu's sword placed back in front of him began to tremble and let out a slight dragon roar.
The owner of Mozhuang gently pressed Mo Yu's sword with his hand. The passionate sword was unsheathed again and changed color in an instant.
At this time, Mo Yu's sword looked like light ink that had just been polished with clear lake water.
"Someone Mo heard that the Seven Immortals Sword disappeared fifty or a hundred years ago, but there was an even stranger sword, the sword named Long Yao. This sword also disappeared from the world ten years ago."
"The person holding the sword really knows how to use swords, and this one is Long Yao!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Linghu Changkong's Kung Yuan suddenly increased, and his own cultivation was poured into the sword. Long Yao gradually faded away the rust on the sword body, and shined with a dazzling golden light.
Mo Yu's sword was held in his hand, but the dragon's roar still continued. The Mo family's sword master just smiled slightly and gently clasped his fingers on the sword. He spoke softly like an old man looking back, "It's been fifteen years, old man."
Man, it turns out you still remember that bastard fifteen years ago and that domineering sword!"
This time it was Linghu Changkong and Zhong Xihou who were dumbfounded. The Mohist swordsman looked natural and calm now. It turned out that when he was younger, he was just like Linghu Changkong now, making fights everywhere, otherwise there would be no
Have you competed with Wuyun Sword, and fought with Long Yaojian?
It's a pity that the arrogant Mo Sang suffered under the hands of that handsome young man. No matter how he improved his martial arts and his exquisite sword skills, he was crushed to death by the swordsman holding Long Yao, without any chance to breathe.
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Zhong Xihou suddenly became more fearless when watching a show, so he hit Linghu Changkong on the back of the head with a grape. The man did not move, but the grapes that flew towards him unexpectedly changed inexplicably.
It changed its trajectory and hit a merchant who had spent a small amount of five thousand silver to get in. The man was not angry, picked up the grapes and grinned at Zhong Xihou, then threw the grapes into his mouth.
It looked like I had never tasted such delicious and sweet grapes.
Without losing etiquette, Zhong Xihou apologized to the merchant and clasped his fists, then looked at Linghu Changkong and said: "Brother Changkong, do you really want to compare yourself with the Mohist sword master?"
"If this is really the case, you can't ask for it." Linghu Changkong held the sword in his hand and shot cold eyes at the Mo family father and son.
Zhong Xihou stood up and saluted Zhu Jiannan: "I have a request, and the prince may agree to it."
Zhu Jiannan waved his hand: "Although the person holding the sword is Xiao Wang's uncle, Xiao Wang has no right to influence his thoughts. If he agrees, Xiao Wang will naturally not stop him. If he does not agree, since Xiao Wang
Junior, there is nothing you can say."
"Daxia Linghu and Xiao Ke are of the same age. My father is fasting today. He is not allowed to drink alcohol or use a sword. Xiao Ke is not talented. He only has Mo Yu's sword that is about three to four times hotter. Xiao Ke holds the sword and asks for advice. Don't dislike it, Hero Linghu."
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This moment of sourness made Zhong Xihou feel uncomfortable. He was ranked eleventh on the Qingfeng Ranking with only three or four points of heat. Wouldn't it be even more embarrassing for him to have this unfounded rumor?
He knows everything and talks about it, so he made a Qingfeng Ranking, or a Qingfeng Ranking, but he is not on the Swordsman Ranking, and he is the Lord of the West City, which is very melancholy.
"Changkong is reckless and likes to challenge famous swords. He has the courage to hold the sword to fight. It doesn't matter whether he is A or B."
Mo Ming tightened her cuffs, took off her boots, stood up barefoot, saluted to her father, held the family heirloom sword, and unsheathed it. Strangely enough, the blade was a bright silver color.
Zhong Xihou and others were waiting to watch the show. Even Mo Ming's cousin, Zhu Jiannan, was also very interested and watched what was going to happen next. Zhu Jiannan couldn't help but secretly think, Xiao Mo Ming, Xiao Mo
Ming, how far have you mastered your sword?
Then the young master of the Mo family saluted everyone: "Everyone, Mo Ming is showing off his ugliness."
The swordsman of the Moh family didn't say anything, nor did he look at his child. He just looked at the monk-clothed knight.
This inexplicable feeling of familiarity, Linghu Changkong, who are you? And what is your relationship with the swordsman of the past?
Suddenly, I heard the faint trembling of sharp swords in my ears, and I instinctively turned my head to look to the southwest. All I saw was a red lacquered pillar that mocked the wind, which was a screen where dragons came out to sea.
There was an old man walking slowly outside the house. King Jinling glanced at him and then discovered that even
Even though he only reacted momentarily, including his son-in-law, there were actually seven people who also couldn't help but look to the southwest.
The swordsman of the Mo family came back to his senses. He had luck and was in peace of mind. He actually lost his composure like this today. When that boy Yinuo found out, he had to laugh at him for half a year.
Why do I have some inexplicable hostility? In the past, when I lost to that person, that person asked his sword maid to have another fight with him. It was because he and that mere sword maid many years ago did not win or lose, they were just equal, so
Is it still difficult to resolve the depression? There is no winner or loser. I am afraid that my own cultivation level is not in the eyes of others at all.
Linghu Changkong, Linghu Changkong, the Master of Sword Destroyers has been heard to some extent. You can break the world's famous swords with just one sword, maybe you can break my son's ruthless sword at the moment?
Zhong Xihou was also one of the seven people. He was wondering why he heard a low whistle just now? That low sound was unmistakable. It was the low sound of a sword. He glanced at Linghu Changkong who was standing in front of him.
Apparently this junior brother also heard it.
Zhong Xihou raised the golden bottle and drank the wine in one gulp. He used the chopsticks in his right hand and rubbed the prickly beard on his chin with his left hand. He stopped studying the sound of the sword and waited for a good show. He was very interested.
The golden light of the sword in Linghu Changkong's hand became even brighter, and there was no trace of rust anymore. The guests in the hall retreated to their seats one after another, waiting for the show, but they heard an old and strong voice: "You are rude!"
I saw the old man in black and python robes on the throne staggering up and walking slowly. Everyone stood up and saluted, some bowed and some clasped their fists, but few people dared to look directly at the world as a stage for the old man with a different surname who has been turning clouds and rain for decades.
Prince.
But what the dynasty's only king with a different surname said next made people sigh with emotion. He was a cynical old naughty boy, so he heard the old Dragon King say: "Xiao Xuan Tu is bringing out his sword, how can he do it without some wine to cheer everyone up?"
After the words fell, some monks in the group were confused, but the Mo family father and son and Zhu Jiannan couldn't help but look bitter, "Old prince, old prince, you really know how to find excuses to take a drink secretly."
The Lord of the West was traveling east and met two young novice monks discussing the Tao. The red one said: The Buddha under Bibala became the Buddha. The blue one said: The dust falls in front of the bodhi tree. The red clothed did not say a word. The West Lord said: The Buddha under Bibala became the Buddha.