"What are you thinking about!?" Liu Qing Hou scolded, "Don't you know that Ye Wuya only found your grandmother when he was over four hundred years old?"
Fan Xian heaved a sigh of relief, otherwise, he would feel disgusted in his heart.
Liu Qing Hou suddenly laughed self-deprecatingly, shook his head and sighed, "I originally thought that this martial arts madman, who was looking for experts to spar with, was here to kill me for the sake of the people …
Who would have thought that he would actually pull me into a tavern and discuss the way of the sword with me …
He said that he felt that I had a unique view on the way of the sword and wanted to ask me a few questions. What do you think … "
Speaking up to this point, Liu Qing Hou sighed with emotion, "It was only at that moment …" Only then did I suddenly realize that no matter what I did, on the path of martial arts, I still have the way of the sword that I am proud of …
Everyone else thinks that I am a flower thief, a hooligan villain. Only Ye Wuya sees my swordsman side and does not look at me with any other contempt. "leaf
Fan Xian came to a realization. No wonder this Marquis Liu Qing was so concerned about Ye Wuya. In a person's life, it was rare and precious to be recognized by someone stronger than him.
If it wasn't for the conversation between Ye Wuya and Liu Qing Hou back then, Liu Qing Hou would have probably died drunk in his hometown, and there wouldn't be a Xiaoxiang Swordsman.
"Actually... With my cultivation in the way of the sword at that time, I simply couldn't discuss much with him. I finished speaking in just a few sentences.
However, he asked me if there was anything delicious nearby … "This time, I have quite a few things to talk to him about. Now that I think about it, he is quite an interesting person." Liu Qing Hou chuckled and drank another mouthful of wine. leaf
Fan Xian admitted it and nodded his head. This old brat was indeed interesting, but he acted mysteriously and didn't know what he was trying to do.
Liu Qing Hou sighed, "The reason why I asked you to have a drink and a meal with me today is to let you understand that I am different from those clansmen."
Back then, Ye Wuya owed me a favor. It might not be a big deal to him, but I have to acknowledge this favor.
Therefore, before Ye Wuya left, the person he chose was you. If anything happens in the future, I will stand on your side.
To be honest... These bastards of the clan were too ignorant!
They have never experienced our era of experts, and they have never felt the sense of danger that Ye Wuya felt when he swept through the world. Thus, they all don't know their limits and think too highly of themselves. That's why they ended up in such a foul atmosphere …
It's fine if it's the four major clans, but the Whitzard and Dark Wasp Clans only have so few people. Do they really think they can defy the heavens if they join forces? "
Ye Fan chuckled and shook his head, "What's the difference if you stand on my side or not? Aren't you only concerned about the Xuanjian sect? "
"Aiya, didn't I bring you an extra helper? I asked Wordless Monk to go back to Shaolin Temple to tidy up.
The influence of Shaolin Temple in the north is still quite big, and there should be many sects that will listen to them. Moreover, with the old bald donkey Buyu supporting them, they are also unyielding … "Liu Qinghou laughed.
Fan Xian said in surprise, "Wordless Monk, you also agree to stand on my side? I'm not familiar with him. "
"It doesn't matter if we're familiar with each other or not. No one can bear to see those idiots from the clan alliance run amok everywhere. Besides, this is for our own good …"
"Back then, in order to protect the Shaolin Temple that he had become a monk since he was young, he fought with Ye Wuya for over a hundred rounds. Now, he doesn't want to see Shaolin Temple being used as a knife by those small clans."
Fan Xian was stunned, "Wordless Monk, you also fought with Ye Wuya before?"
"Don't you know?" Marquis Qinghou laughed complacently and said, "Don't underestimate that old bald donkey. Four hundred years ago, when I was still in a private school, Ye Wuya was looking for people to fight everywhere. That day, he killed his way into Shaolin Temple and said that he wanted to properly experience Shaolin's 72 Absolute Arts.
Back then, there were more than a dozen eminent monks of Shaolin Temple who fought with him. These eminent monks were not those monks who fished for fame. They were serious Buddhist martial artists … All of them were beaten to a pulp by Ye Wuya!
Ye Wuya wasn't satisfied with the fight. He said that Shaolin Temple still had a lot of absolute arts that he hadn't used yet, so why didn't anyone come out to fight with him?
He didn't even think about it. He didn't even care about the severity of his martial arts. He would cripple or even kill people at every turn. Who would dare to compete with him for no reason?
In the end, the mute monk who had been sweeping the ground in Shaolin Temple for decades and no one had paid attention to him, 'Wordless', stood out.
He wrote in the sand and told Ye Wuya, 'If you can take a hundred moves, please descend the mountain.'
Ye Wuya agreed, but in the end … The Wordless Monk forcefully spat out blood and received a hundred moves from Ye Wuya!
Although at that time, Ye Wuya wasn't that abnormal, the Wordless Monk had already shaken the world with a single battle, and Shaolin Temple had also saved its face.
However, from then on, the Shaolin monks all knew the strength of this sweeping monk. They could no longer peacefully sweep the floor, so they had no choice but to leave Shaolin Temple and treat the four seas as their home … "leaf
When Fan Xian heard this, he couldn't help but feel his scalp go numb. Although he hadn't experienced that era, he was still fascinated …
It wasn't that the martial arts were strong or weak at that time, but that the martial artists at that time lived like martial artists. That kind of Jianghu was called Jianghu …
After all, Fan Xian was an outsider to the ancient martial arts world of China. If it was an expert like Marquis Liu Qing and the Wordless Monk, as well as an ancestor from an ancient martial arts sect, then those descendants would be much more obedient.
After all, Fan Xian was an outsider to the ancient martial arts world of China. If it was an expert like Marquis Liu Qing and the Wordless Monk, as well as an ancestor from an ancient martial arts sect, then those descendants would be much more obedient.
In this way, there was no need to worry about them being convinced on the surface.
"Finally, kid …" I have to give you a suggestion. "Marquis Liu Qing said in a serious tone," I feel … "You are still too arrogant." leaf
Fan Xian was a little puzzled, "What does this mean? Do I need to be a little arrogant? I'm not interested in pretending to be a noble person. "
"That's not what I mean. Arrogance, arrogance, that's what people who don't have the ability to pretend to be.
But with your current abilities, you shouldn't be talking nicely to some random cats and dogs.
"That will only give them the illusion that there is something to talk about."
Marquis Qing smiled evilly and said, "Do you know how this Sacred Blood Assembly appeared back then?" leaf
Fan Xian narrowed his eyes and said, "From what those people said, it should be that the War God killed quite a few of their family members."
"Then why did you kill their relatives?" Marquis Qinghou asked again.
Fan Xian guessed, "Because you can't accept the War God taking over the destiny of the world by himself?"
"That's right, a thousand words, ten thousand words, forming an ancient divine descendant, damaging the honor of the clan, making a decision by one person, is all nonsense!"
It was just that Ye Wuya was too strong, suppressing the ancestors of the other clans so much that they couldn't breathe. They felt unbalanced in their hearts.
However, Ye Wuya didn't wait for that group of people to join forces to cause trouble for him. He first killed all of those who had the intention to rebel!
Although he didn't kill too many of the ancestors who were related to the foundation of the clan, he still killed quite a few of the core powerhouses.
As for the reason for killing? He wouldn't say much at all. If he wanted to kill, then kill. As for the rest, let the clan think about it themselves!
In the end, you also saw the result. The Patriarch went into seclusion, and those useless remnants formed the Sacred Blood Association and joined the Doomsday King's power …
The clan infighting that could have happened did not appear at all, and the Divine Continent was stable. "
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