Ying Ruge was sitting cross-legged on the back of the fire phoenix, holding a jar of wine in her arms, as if she had just been unearthed.
He thought that Zhong Xihou's swordsmanship was indeed powerful. Now that he had mastered the famous sword, it was time to revive the legend of "riding alone in the world of mortals and traveling thousands of miles alone".
There are too many powerful swordsmen in this world, including Zhong Xihou in the West City, the Seven-Star Sword Master Leng Buyu, and the twins Zhenghengzi...
Bai Yun's sword once amazed the world. He clenched his fists. Why didn't he want the world to know that Zhong Nanyan's sword had a successor, and Bai Yun's sword also had a successor.
"Qu'er, do you think it's worth exchanging thirteen famous swords for one Long Yao?"
He shrugged and asked the falcon. The falcon standing on his shoulder was so embarrassed that he went to sleep on his own and ignored him completely. Ying Ruge smiled, silly, silly, was he asking the prisoner dragon Yehe or the falcon?
Own?
Ying Ruge turned into the phoenix two feet away from the ground. The falcon opened its eyes in an instant, spread its wings and flew away. Ying Ruge turned over and landed firmly on the ground, cursing Qu'er for being ruthless and meaningless.
The gatekeepers were two young warriors wearing blue armor and holding halberds. When they saw the person coming, they knelt on the ground and said, "Your Majesty."
Ying Ruge strode away without paying attention. The two of them got up after Ying Ruge left.
"Xia Tong, what do you think could happen to His Holiness in such a hurry?"
"His Holiness has always behaved like this. Did you see something wrong?"
"A few days ago, Tianluan Killer traveled to the east of Jinling together, and it didn't take long before Kang Jinlong..." The green-armored warrior named Dong Cheng made a gesture of wiping his neck and rolled his eyes.
"Kang Jinlong? How is that possible?"
Xia Tong was quite suspicious. No matter how good Kang Jinlong was, he was still a first-rate master. He should not have died without any warning!
"Tian Luan traveled east to go to Jinling to investigate the cause of death of the pavilion masters. But later, Kang Jinlong, Kui Mulang and others were transferred by the Venerable to do other things. I don't know what the Venerable thought."
"Have you noticed that the Venerable is very angry when he comes back today?"
"The aura of death is also very strong."
The owner of this residence is the world-famous swordsman Zhuge Ding. Not to mention everyone in the world, not even many people in Muhan Tower know where this weird swordsman lives.
Zhuge Ding was already sixty years old. He dressed and ate well, but he was very particular about wine.
I don’t care if there is no meat for three meals, but I don’t care about using the chopsticks for one meal if I don’t have wine.
After Bai Xiaotian went crazy, Zhuge Ding and Bai Wuchang retired together.
Where Bai Wuchang went, he didn't tell the people in the building. Before leaving, he just went to watch Ying Ruge and Leng Buyu practicing swordplay. With a smile on his face, he said with a smile, "The Zen opportunity has not arrived yet."
Zhuge Ding, on the other hand, has been staying in the back mountain of Muhan Tower.
Ying Ruge understands the character of this old guy very well. He has spent all his money and cannot see this old guy. A jar of fragrant wine is enough to lure him out of the cave. But among all the swordsmen in the world, Zhuge Ding is not so much expecting to visit.
The greed in the heart is to seize.
Whoever gets the Qingdi Jade Pen may not necessarily win the world. With a pen but no ink, how to calligraphy and painting, how to write the rise and fall of the world, and how to write martial arts secret books. And the sword master Zhuge Ding who controls this book, not to mention one secret book, has ten books and twenty books for the world.
He can write famous sword manuals.
But these people are wrong.
"Elder Zhuge, please pay homage to Ying Ruge."
He stood at the entrance of Yingfeng Cave and shouted. It is extremely difficult for sound to penetrate in such a place. When you speak, the people who can hear the sound are usually not the people in front of you, but the people behind you who can hear it.
There was an eagle cry, and Ying Ruge looked up and saw the white falcon hovering high.
"Good guy, you also know how to inform your brother, right?"
There was no response, and just when Ying Ruge Naqi was about to announce loudly again, Qu'er became impatient and shouted several times in a row.
Ming.
"If you are Ying'er, come in. The sound of your white chicken is too harsh. Stop it. Stop croaking nonsense."
Qu'er leaned down, folded his wings and rested firmly on Ying Ruge's shoulders. He was like a naughty boy, teasing the white falcon, not afraid of making the king of the air angry, and pecked it blind.
Zhuge Ding was a sloppy man, and he looked like a rag beggar. However, ordinary beggars were not as lucky as him. He had wine to drink every day, and it was not wine that could be bought for just a few coppers.
The Zhuge Ding whom Ying Ruge saw today looked even more sloppy, with his upper body naked, and the flesh on his chest and belly had become loose, and the flesh was hanging down layer by layer.
In front of Zhuge Ding was a stove, and he was throwing some yellow paper with pictures and writing on it into it.
"How much did the elder write and draw today?"
"Ying'er understands that the reason why people in the world compete for me, a person who doesn't understand martial arts, is because I have a brain and they don't have any."
This doesn't sound nice, but I have to admit it.
"I thought you would come to me earlier, or before Bai Wuchang and I abdicated, but you see, you asked me, an old man, to wait and wait. You are so stupid.
come."
Ying Ruge placed the pot of wine on the stone table: "Aren't you here to apologize today? Immortals are drunk with good wine. I wanted to buy Bamboo Leaf Green, but my wallet was empty. I remember that the elder used to drink with the host and master.
Serve several pots of green bamboo leaves, Ying'er is being unkind."
In front of this old man, although Ying Ruge did not take off his mask, his words and demeanor were like those of a child.
"Of course I like good wine, but you are wrong. It was those two old immortals who drank with me, a drunkard." Zhuge Ding closed his eyes and sniffed, with a face full of joy, he smacked his mouth and said, "Not bad.
Yes, it is a good wine unique to Jinling City, Immortal Drunk. This mellow aroma will probably last for thirty years, and Ying'er is much more considerate than that kid in Buyu."
Ying Ruge couldn't help but frown slightly. Could it be that Buyu also came to see Sword Master Wen? In addition, where did Xianren Zui come from?
Zhuge Ding did not go to see Ying Ruge, but seemed to understand what he was thinking, and said: "That kid is still obsessed with the seventh sword. Let's not mention him. Come, let us have a drink."
The old man smiled, took the wine, uncorked the bottle and poured it into his mouth. After a few sips, he looked happy and said, "Good wine, Ying'er, you are too stupid. Fortunately, you are much smarter than Bai Xiaotian and the others."
. Yan Xiaoming can be regarded as your master on the surface, let alone half of it. There is no such thing. Does Yan Xiao use a sword? "
Ying Ruge shook his head. It was true that he had never seen Yan Xiao use a sword, but what kind of weapon did Yan Xiao use? He really couldn't remember, as if he had never seen him use a weapon calmly.
Zhuge Ding originally wanted to refute, but gave up. Yan Xiao not only used a sword, but also a sword. Not only was he good at swordsmanship, but he also owned a pair of famous swords that were unparalleled in the world.
"My child, many fools think they can force me to surrender by force, but when faced with the threat of violence, you are unable to resist. If you are cowardly once, you will never be able to hold your head high again in this life."
He asked Ying Ruge to sit down and handed the unburned yellow paper to Ying Ruge. Looking down, his expression changed. Under the mask, Zhuge Ding naturally couldn't see his face, but he could guess who he was.
expression.
"Here, this sword manual is quite suitable for you."
What the old man stuffed into Yingru Singer was the dancing swordsmanship that had fallen in the west city.
"Hahaha, kid, it's strange, why would I show you Wuyu swordsmanship?"
Ying Ruge didn't say much. He threw the sword manual, one of the best in the world, into the stove. Zhuge Ding nodded. That's why he liked Ying Ruge.
"Whether it's worry-free or silent, these children have come to ask me for the sword manual not once or twice. Now, if you take the Wuyu sword technique, you can take it. If you take the sword manual here, you can take it.
If you take it away, I won't be able to resist."
The old man suddenly looked towards the entrance of the cave and chuckled: "I forgot, Xia Tong and Dong Cheng are still outside, but they won't do anything if they don't get in the way."
"The price is that the elder will draw a clear line with Ying Ruge from now on."
"Child, what kind of sword is Baiyun's sword?"
"Riding alone in the world of mortals, traveling thousands of miles alone."
"Your right hand has clearly used Baiyun Sword Technique. If I read correctly, you have also used Luo Hua Sha Lin and Tassel Flower World."
Ying Ruge is not surprised. Sometimes when you change swords, the strength of your hands is different, and the contraction of the muscles is naturally different. The muscles will recover quickly, but the aura will be difficult to dissipate for a while. Unfortunately, it is difficult to dissipate.
, this time the old man saw it wrong, Ying Ruge did not use Cui to fall into the forest of falling flowers, he saw Zhong Xihou's Wuyu sword technique and urged him to use the sword. The Laughing Buddha lay drunk in the shade of flowers.
"Baiyun Sword Technique and Wuyu Sword Technique. When I first saw these two sets of sword manuals, I thought they were just different names. There are too many similarities. After reading for a long time, I couldn't help but feel contempt."
Zhuge Ding continued to drink. After a while, the immortal was half drunk, so he put the wine jar aside.
"Hey, good wine is never enough. I forgot how many years ago it was when a man named Zhong Nanyan came to see me for the first time. This man is indeed a rare and cheerful person in the world. He does whatever he wants.
means. He handed over the Wuyun Sword Manual and asked me to help him understand it. I had heard of Baiyun Sword Technique before, and there are many similarities between the two. Now that I think about it, it is also true that the world's martial arts come from the same school, and the world's swordsmanship comes from the same school.
Naturally, there are many similarities.”
Zhuge Ding talked and Ying Ruge listened.
"How I agreed to this man, I won't tell you. Later, a very ugly man came to me and also presented me with a set of sword manuals, which is the Baiyun Sword Technique. This man, I
I’m afraid you are very familiar with it.”
"Father?"
"It's Cang Gou, that bull-nosed Taoist, who said in a very serious tone that if I didn't help, he would tear off my head and play Juju. But this man was too crazy. Bai Xiaotian came to my leaky house as a guest at that time. He drew his sword when he was unhappy.
Beat the Cang Gou until there is almost no way out."
Zhuge Ding was talking and laughing in front of Ying Ruge. He said such a thing was like a few four or five-year-old children playing and fighting. Ying Ruge imagined a long list of scenes in his mind, thinking of his adoptive father being killed.
The scene where the poster was beaten made me smile. Then, did the adoptive father bring a silver gun or a jade flute?
Ying Ruge knew that Zhuge Ding liked this gray dog. If he didn't like this man, in the end he wouldn't help Baiyun understand this swordsmanship.
"But this man is really brave. After he came once, he dared to come a second time. He knew that the hard one was not enough and he didn't know how to use the soft one, but he still threatened me."
"My father is such a person. He looks like a ghost, but he is actually a rare good person."
"He is a good man, but he is also a fool. He came to threaten me and even brought the top-grade wine from that year. This fool wanted to force me not to put a chronic poison in the wine. Think about it for a person like me who is greedy for life and afraid of death.
I said it right away."
We chatted for almost an hour. During this time, Zhuge Ding kept talking with a smile.
He looked at the child, reached out his hand, and slowly took off his visor.
Well, he is indeed handsome when he grows up. Although his face is different, his subtle temperament is more and more similar to that of the fairy in plain clothes. Who else in the world is worthy of the word "fairy" except her, Baiyun?
Who else can?
Who else dares?
"Ying'er, do you know how that ugly guy got my annotated sword manual in the end?" The old man laughed a few times and asked himself, "He opened the wine in front of me and took a sip from the jar himself.