Listening to Zhuge Ding's last sentence, Ying Ruge couldn't help but open his eyes wide. He once admired the exquisiteness of the nine stars flying and falling.
However, such exquisite swordsmanship is difficult to reach the first level. Never would I have thought that in the course of more than five hundred years, ninety-one of the nine-star flying swords known as the fastest swords in the world would be left.
Ying Ruge didn't dare to imagine what the Kuaishou Sword Master would be like with the eighty-one styles of swordsmanship. She was relieved after a moment of depression. If Zhu Yinuo could really rewrite this Kuaishou Swordsmanship, it would be praiseworthy.
Zhuge Ding finished nearly half of the calligraphy and painting, and then threw it into the fire, laughing and saying: "That's wrong, that's wrong. Although that kid has a bright mind and good qualifications, he is too arrogant and doesn't know the heights of the world. If we don't bend the road a little more, let him
Let's go, I'm afraid no one will be able to do anything to him in the future. After a while, I will draw up a new one and give it to you."
Over and over again, since the first time Ying Ruge met Zhuge Ding, she has never seen Sword Master Wen with such a serious expression. If we talk about the state at this moment, I am afraid that there are no distracting thoughts, and the man and sword are one.
Similarly, when he was sent to Zhuge Ding's cave with Leng Buyu since he was young, the old man was as happy as seeing two precious grandchildren he had never seen before. Even then, the joy was not as good as now.
After Ying Ruge left, Zhuge Ding continued to burn sword manuals there, but Qu'er did not follow him. He fluttered around in the cave, as if he still had something to do and refused to leave. Zhuge Ding looked at this white man.
Falcon, however, loves and fears him at the same time. He couldn't help but sigh softly: "White chicken, white chicken, you can soar three thousand sky, why must you suffer in this cave of ten feet?"
Hearing the sudden sound of footsteps, Zhuge Ding lost his smile and trembled slightly, as if the temperature in the cave had dropped to below zero in an instant, and the chill was freezing to the core.
The footsteps stopped, and a voice was heard, soft and gentle, neither slow nor fast: "Do you remember what that sword looks like?"
Zhuge Ding did not dare to resist, dipped his pen in ink, and drew a three-foot-long sword on the paper. Suddenly, he crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it into the fire, laughing loudly: "Aren't you just afraid that the child will find that sword?"
Is the sword so scary? You, how many years did you say you lived? It’s been longer than my two lifetimes, so what are you afraid of? Have you done more bad things than I have in my eight lifetimes?”
"I will kill you!"
"Hahaha, do you really think that there is no one in my Muhan Tower? Don't forget, besides me, the old immortal, there is also Bai Wuchang. If he comes out, you..."
A white light flashed in the darkness. Zhuge Ding, the sword master of the generation, had no time to say all his sarcastic words. He covered his throat and knelt down on the ground. Looking towards the entrance of the cave, if he had any regrets at this moment, I was afraid that the two men were guarding him day and night.
Have your own summer and winter.
Children, walk quickly...
It's a pity that in the spring, summer, autumn and winter, the year before last, Qiu'er died in a duel because of a few gossips about herself, which made the old man with white hair give away to the black-haired man, heartbroken. Now, Xia'er and Dong'er also have to give birth to each other.
Are you buried with yourself?
Fortunately, fortunately, Chun'er, don't go back to the Muhan Tower again. The world is vast and there is no place where you can't call home. You must be the king of the sky soaring in the sky. Don't go back to the cage to make that sacrifice just because of nostalgia.
The canary that people admire!
He was born strange, as if he did not belong to the ordinary world. He could only sit aside and watch people fight without getting involved.
Be it Bai Xiaotian, Bai Wuchang, Yan Xiao, Baiyuncang Gou, Zhong Nanyan, or General Han, is there really one person who is truly free and easy, without greed, and who disdains the desire for profit?
What a good move "Flying Swallow Returns to the Nest at Night", what a good move "Flying Dragon Patrolling the Eight Wastelands". In the past, he betrayed Zhong Nanyan and helped others learn the Wuyu sword technique. When he got to the underworld, if Zhong Nanyan encountered him, he would see himself
Can you blame the wound?
There was a loud noise, and on the back of the phoenix, Ying Ruge turned around. He stood motionless, and a mushroom cloud rose from the direction of the setting sun in the west, which was the direction of Zhuge Ding's cave.
At nightfall, Kui Mulang took off his wolf-toothed mask. He was wearing a blue Taoist robe that was a bit white, with black and white hair and a neat and simple bun. What was quite interesting was that this man who looked like a middle-aged Taoist boy was still carrying the handicraft on his back.
A clumsy wooden sword with a gossip carved on it.
Although the restaurant he came to was not an overly luxurious place, a meal of food and wine, if chosen well, could be worth half an average person's annual income. Kui Mulang was also a little surprised, what is the current situation of the Venerable?
No matter what, there is good wine to accompany you tonight, this cannot be faked.
As soon as the boy heard that Kui Mulang was going to a first-class private room, his squinting eyes immediately widened with eagerness and enthusiasm. His attitude was beyond words. In Jinling City nowadays, no one dares to look down on those Jianghu people.
When Kui Mulang moved the wooden door, he saw Ying Ruge sitting alone on the wooden couch, wearing a red dress outside her clean and bright white robe, her hair loose, and she was also not wearing the evil ghost mask. She held up her right hand with her fist
He raised his cheekbones and stared blankly out of the window. Kui Mulang moved to the wooden door, slightly bowed his waist and cupped his fists and whispered softly: "Your Majesty, I don't know why you are summoned."
After a while, Ying Ruge didn't respond and was still looking out the window blankly. Kuimulang coughed lightly, but the young brothel master still didn't respond. He heard him call out in a low voice again: "I don't know what the master is calling you."
Kui Mulang, do you have any important instructions?"
After doing this three or four times, Ying Ruge was awakened like a person who had taken a nap and came back to his senses. When he saw Kui Mulang coming, he rubbed his eyes and said in a low and tired voice: "Oh, you know the way."
Know the way, Mu knows the way, Mu knows the way.
This was Kuimulang's former name.
A single escort travels eight hundred miles, and the gods and ghosts are not close, but it still makes people's hearts tremble when they see it, and their souls are gone when they meet.
Kuimulang opened his eyes slightly, and the venerable seemed to have something on his mind today.
"sit down."
Kuimulang sat down, and Ying Ruge filled a glass of wine for him, and also filled his own glass.
Above. He asked: "Are you drinking?"
Without waiting for an answer, Kui Mulang drank the wine in one gulp, sighed softly, and stared out the window blankly.
Since Kui Mulang came to Jinling, he didn't eat and drink much. People always have desires. He is close to women but not arrogant. He likes wine but is not greedy for drinks. He can't kill people for no reason. So in the end, if he feels depressed
, to vent their anger by eating.
A table of delicious food, and then smell the wine, well, it is the best red wine.
After drinking it all in one gulp, the taste is still lingering and the fragrance is still lingering in your mouth.
He raised the chopsticks and looked at Ying Ruge with concern. Ying Ruge noticed the look in her eyes, smiled slightly, and said, "What's your problem with me? You eat yours, I have no appetite."
Kui Mulang was not polite, and his appearance had lost the reserve and composure in times of crisis. The chopsticks still held an emerald lotus root, and his hand had already torn off a roasted goose leg with one hand.
Seeing Mu Zhitu's mouth full of oil, the young venerable felt his worries inexplicably lessened. He took out the wooden box from his sleeve and handed it to Kui Mulang.
Seeing this, Kui Mulang also put down the food, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and wiped his hands back and forth on the Taoist robe to make sure it was no longer greasy before picking up the wooden box.
When I opened it, it was a roll of yellow paper. I rolled it out slowly, and my eyes opened wider and wider, almost popping out of their sockets.
"Ru Ge, who is this comment, so exquisite and unique..."
Yes, who else in the world can interpret swordsmanship to such a sophisticated level? It's a pity, it's a pity, we will never meet again if we go west by Hexi.
Kui Mulang looked at it and frowned slightly. Ying Ruge smiled softly and asked, "What's the matter? What's the dissatisfaction about?"
Kuimu Lang nodded and explained: "Although the style of White Wolf Que Shui is no different from the ordinary slash, the subtle point is that the arm and the sword are integrated into one, and the sword can be swung as you like, so that unnecessary movements can be eliminated and the sword can be drawn quickly.
. But here, why is it explained that when drawing the sword, the elbow is slightly bent, so that the wrist position will inevitably be slightly backward, delaying the time of drawing the sword and slowing down the speed, which is inconsistent with the name of the Nine Stars Flying Fast Sword. "
Ying Ruge did not deny this, and raised her chopsticks to indicate that Kui Mulang was the same as him.
The two of them each took a chopstick to use as a sword, and they saw Ying Ruge stabbing out a sword without any warning, aiming at the center of Tan. Since Kui Mulang is the number one master among Tianluan, he is not bad at it.
, when he drew his sword, he suddenly realized that he was a little slow, and Ying Ruge's chopsticks fell out of his hand and hit the middle of the tan.
The speed of drawing the sword is of course important, but if the elbow is slightly bent, the range of movement of the wrist is wider, which is more advantageous for temporarily adjusting the posture of the sword. It blocks more escape routes for the opponent and leaves more chances for oneself. This should be extremely
It’s something so simple and easy to understand, why do you have such worries?
Ying Ruge filled herself up with another glass of wine, took a sip, and ignored Kuimu Lang.
Kui Mulang put down his chopsticks and continued to read the annotated sword manual.
This middle-aged Taoist boy looks quite interesting. He occasionally frowns and sometimes grins. He is really no different from a naughty boy. When he is in a mood, he will drink one or two drinks. It is wonderful and wonderful. Such praises never stop.
Gradually, Ying Ruge closed her eyes, leaned her head against the wall and fell asleep, leaving Kui Mulang alone looking at the sword manual, sometimes happy and sometimes sad.
When he finished reading the ninth move Qing Ming Wu Yang, he found that the sword manual did not end there. He frowned deeply and looked down to see the words "Supreme Wind and Waves". Kui Mulang couldn't hold back and refused to read.
What kind of thing is this supreme storm going directly downwards? As expected, there is another trick of "the cloud disappears a hundred miles away".
There was no time to ask questions, but Ying Ruge spoke first.
"Nine Stars Flying Down" was written by the legendary Gongzi Wushuang, the best swordsman of all time. His moves are simple and ordinary but can be ever-changing. He is famous for his swift and exquisite sword movements. There are nine legendary moves, one of which is White Wolf Que Shui, and the other is Qian Mo Lin.
Luan, the third one, Chi You changes the sky, the fourth one, the four greens are intact, the fifth one, Tai Sui comes to the door, the sixth one, the supervisors break the armor, the seventh one, the red rays break the army, the eighth one, the three whites go into exile, the ninth one, the green ones
There is no sun in silence. Is that right?"
Kui Mulang nodded and asked in confusion: "What about this tenth move, the eleventh move, but, but, Zhuge Ding, was created by Sword Saint Wen?"
"Did he create it? Maybe it can be said in this way, or it should be said that these two moves originally belong to Jiuxing Feifu, but maybe they have other names."
Kui Mulang had such doubts, and Ying Ruge also understood why Zhuge Ding was quite fond of a junior under the age of twenty. Yes, a junior under the age of twenty can discover the true subtlety of Jiuxing Feifu.
But a man who has been practicing Nine Stars Feifu for thirty years, and who can be said to be the master of modern times, is still questioning whether it is true or false.
"What does this mean?"
Ying Ruge opened her eyes and looked at Kuimulang. Kuimulang had never looked at the young venerable's face so carefully before. He looked exactly the same. But if the two of them walked together, they would still be able to make a difference.
People can tell it apart.
Ying Ruge's voice was still tired and soft: "Since the rumors say that Nine Stars Feifu is the result of young master's unparalleled energy, unique insights, and the combined strengths of hundreds of schools of thought, then if there are only these nine moves, and only these nine moves, then it is not said that it is
It's not that he's unparalleled, but I think he's not half as good as Baiyun's swordsmanship."
Kuimulang was about to defend himself, but he didn't know what to say. Maybe he didn't want to admit it, but what Ying Ruge said was true.
Ying Ruge didn't give Kui Mulang a chance to speak, and continued: "Do you know that Zhuge Ding's words during his lifetime were worthy of the nine stars flying down, and there are only four people in the world, which four people are they?"
Before death?
Kui Mulang asked: "Who are the other three people?"
Ying Ruge is not surprised. Kui Mulang's confidence is not unreasonable. If he is not worthy of the four people's quota based on the attainments of Jiu Xing Fei Fu, then who else dares to speak above him?
"One, I heard you saw it, the name
Call Zangren, the former owner of my sword." After saying that, he threw the Longyao sword towards Kuimu Lang.
Kui Mulang took one look at it and returned it to Ying Ruge. The fear in his eyes was clearly revealed. He drank three more cups in a row, and then said after a while: "The reason why this sword bites the master is unknown, your venerable..."
"
"Let's leave it at that. Today's appointment with you is not about swords."
The famous sword of the Devourer, every person who is good at swords actually talks like this, laughing, laughing.
Kui Mulang didn't dare to say any more, so he had to ask: "Where are the other two people?"
"I'm also curious. I don't know who Zangren is. Since I have a good relationship with the master, I'm afraid he is also a retired senior. The other person is a young swordsman named Wen Jin. There are occasional rumors, but I have never seen him.
.”
Kui Mulang pondered for a while before replying: "I'm afraid I have met this person face to face before."
"Oh, when?"
"Linghu Changkong smashes the white sword sword Shao Liu Sanqing."
Ying Ruge thought about it for a while and remembered that there was a swordsman who disguised himself as a man and had an argument with the Liu family. He cut off the ears of several servants with his sword. Ying Ruge couldn't help but smile. That was three or four years ago.
I never thought that the yellow-haired girl at that time would be noticed by Kui Mulang, and I never forgot that since Kui Mulang said that Wen Jin was the little girl, then she must be her.
Kui Mulang asked again: "What about the fourth person?"
Ying Ruge was about to speak, but couldn't help laughing and waved her hands, meaning, don't say it. Yes, don't say it. He finally understood why Zhuge Ding was in such a mood at that time, no.
Just say it.
Kui Mulang asked several times, and Ying Ruge finally answered: "The young prince of Jinling, Zhu Yinuo."
Kuimulang stood up clapping the case, his expression of surprise was especially that of Ying Ruge, but he also frightened Ying Ruge.
This time, without waiting for Ying Ruge to explain anything, Kui Mulang lowered his head again and looked at the annotated Nine Stars Feifu, and he suddenly realized.
"This sword manual was given to Zhu Yinuo by the Venerable Zhuge Ding."
Ying Ruge shook her head and said: "No, I gave this sword manual to you. If you can improve it, how about teaching it to me?"
Kui Mulang was a little puzzled, and he couldn't ask any more questions, so he had to defend himself: "Zhu Yinuo has a good foundation and great talent, but his temperament is really not suitable for practicing the world's best fast sword. One day, he may end up because of this."
Die with a quick sword."
Ying Ruge nodded and said: "You don't need to worry about this. He can't control his temper by himself, so it's up to me to help him control his temper. I know how to be the master of this young prince, so it may be difficult for you."
Kui Mulang, Mu Zhitu naturally understands what Ying Ruge is talking about. Since Mu Zhitu became Kui Mulang, there has been one less fast swordsman in the world. If Kui Mulang becomes Mu Zhitu again, then Mu Zhi will
Enemies on the road are bound to come to your door, and no one can predict how much trouble there will be.
Kui Mulang looked at the "Supreme Wind and Waves" and "Baili Yunmei" behind him again. He no longer hesitated and nodded. Regardless of Kui Mulang or Mu Zhidu, although the past will pass, it will pass.
It can never pass.
He looked at Ying Ruge, yes, after all, he is Ying Ruge, he is not Yan Xiao, let alone Cang Gou.
However, if Zhu Yinuo is lacking, then he, Mu Zhitu, can help fill the gap, and if Ying Ruge is lacking, who can give guidance?
"Zhidu, is that double dragon sword worthy of your hand?"
Kui Mulang naturally understood that the double dragon sword mentioned by the young venerable was the one held by the young prince of Jinling.
The poor Taoist shook his head and drank another cup: "A fast sword can be hard but not soft, thin but not long, and can be without a scabbard and without a seat. This double dragon sword is flashy, even if it is the battlefield that our Zhu family is proud of.
,Swords like this are just decoration.”
Ying Ruge was curious as to who gave him such a flashy sword. He didn't intend to refute Kuimulang, but just asked: "Where can I find a fast sword suitable for Jiuxing Feifu?"
"Of course, Venerable Longyao has to keep this sword for himself. The Venerable also has a sword, suitable for Nine Stars Flying Down."
"tell me the story."
"White Sword Master Liu Sanqing."
Ying Ruge instantly understood that this sword was indeed suitable.
The sun is setting on the ancient road, and thin horses in white clothes are walking.
The boy folded willows and made garlands, and asked with a smile where the guests were going.
Traveling three thousand miles eastward, you can reach the Tibetan Soldier Valley.
Three hundred steps to the west is the maiden's house.
Young master, can you stop by?
Don’t use a sword to cut off yellow flowers,
A beautiful woman misses her so much that she can't complain.
Little baby, don't laugh,
It can be seen that a woman is better than a tigress.
I have a famous sword two feet five,
Want to ask about Jianghu Road?
princes, nobles,
I no longer know my way back.
Liu Sanqing,Liu Sanqing······
That fight was evenly divided. If I had slacked off, I was afraid that the third young master of the Liu family, dressed in white and holding a skinny horse, would have his heart broken.
But Liu Sanqing, Liu Sanqing, since you have left the family, the rise and fall of the Liu family has nothing to do with you anymore, so why bother coming back with a sword in hand, knowing that you are defeated.
In the end, he sacrificed his life and lost his honor.
"If I know the way, I'll help you get the thin horse in a few days."
Ying Ruge hesitated to speak, but after thinking about it, she finally asked.
"Zhidu, why did Liu Sanqing hold the sword in the end?"
"His surname is Liu."
Ying Ruge smiled and wanted to ask again, but changed her words.