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The waiter of Luoyang Restaurant propped his head up, his head nodding like a chicken pecking at grains. He was half-asleep. Luoyang Restaurant was one of the largest restaurants in Luoyang City. It was always crowded with guests and it was hard to get a seat. But today, a generous old man had already booked the entire place.
Although the waiter was not old, his eyes had seen people from all over the world, and he had always been quite proud of his eyesight. With one glance, he could tell that the golden-robed old man who reserved the entire place had a graceful bearing, and there was an awe-inspiring dignity between his brows. He was definitely not an ordinary person. Therefore, he served the old man attentively. At the same time, he was secretly wondering what kind of guest the old man was entertaining when he booked the entire Luoyang Restaurant. To his surprise, the old man didn't need him to serve the old man. He only instructed him to invite any monk, Daoist, Confucian, or guest dressed as a member of the pugilistic world to the top floor when they entered the restaurant.
He thought that there would be a lot of guests since he was treating people to a meal, but he didn't expect that although there were many people with swords and sabers hanging around the entrance and craning their necks to look inside curiously, not a single one of them stepped into the Luoyang Restaurant. From morning till night, only two young men and two young women went up to the top floor.
"You don't want to eat when there's food, but you insist on eating the wind outside!" The waiter looked at the group of people outside the door and secretly cursed. However, since there was no one to serve him, he was free and took a short nap on the table. Half asleep and half awake, he vaguely saw a figure going up the stairs. 【Love ↑ Go △ Small ↓ Say △ Net
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His clothes were made of coarse cloth, his hair was white, his body was thin, and his back was shabby. He looked just like an old servant. "Is that Old Fortune from the backyard? Why are you in the front hall again? "
"Old man, come down quickly. Don't disturb the guests!" In the past, Old Fortune always picked up the leftovers of the guests to feed his family. Everyone in the restaurant pitied his poverty and had always allowed him to do as he pleased. Why did he have no sense of propriety today? Before the guests had even left, he was already going upstairs to pick up leftovers? The waiter hurriedly stopped him.
When the old man heard this, he really went downstairs obediently. The waiter's angry expression instantly turned into embarrassment. Although his shabby aura was the same, this old man was not the Old Fortune Man from the restaurant. Looking at the old man's wrinkled face, he did not seem to be a person of high status. In order to cover up his embarrassment, the waiter simply went with the flow and said, "Old man, there are rich guests upstairs who are invited. They are all people who are skilled with swords and sabers. Don't go up, it's not good if you get hurt."
"The person upstairs and I are old acquaintances. He might be able to injure me, but he's not willing to fight me," the old man said woodenly.
"Although you're answering my question, your focus seems to be different." The waiter thought to himself as he carefully sized up this old man. Compared to the old man upstairs, this old man's temperament was much different. No matter how he looked at it, they did not seem like old acquaintances.
Although he knew that he couldn't judge a book by its cover, the waiter couldn't help but ask, "Do you know how to wield a sword?"
"I know how to wield a sword."
"Oh, haha, to tell you the truth, I wanted to learn martial arts when I was young, so I found a master at the escort agency to learn sword techniques. Unfortunately, I was not cut out for this job. After learning for a year, I didn't make much progress. In the end, I was chased home by my master. I wonder how well you use the sword, old man? "
"The path of the sword is endless. I've only just started," the old man said seriously.
"Is that so? We're about the same. We're about the same." The waiter laughed and even patted the old man's shoulder.
"Much worse! It's more than a world of difference! " A magnetic female voice came from behind. The waiter turned around and saw a very charming woman in palace attire standing behind him, shaking her head and smiling. This woman had been to Luoyang Restaurant many times in the past. She was the world-famous dancer, First Madam Gongsun.
The waiter blushed inexplicably and hurriedly said, "Madam Gongsun, you're here for the banquet too? Please come upstairs. "
"There's no need. Gongsun Lan is just a dancer. She doesn't know any celestial spells or sword techniques at all. I shouldn't break the host's rules." She then said to the old man, "You can go upstairs. I'll wait for you downstairs. Just don't let me wait too long." As she spoke, she casually found a seat and sat down.
The old man responded and obediently went upstairs. One step at a time, he was careful and steady as if he was climbing the stairs to heaven. However, the waiter suddenly felt that the air in the hall was overflowing. His skin was pierced by an invisible sharp Qi. His legs gave way and he fell to the ground.
As he neared the top floor, the dull and poor aura of the old man gradually dissipated. His skinny body stood upright like a divine sword that rewarded the mortal world!
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"It's not certain."
The words of the Emperor of Swords had determined Ming Ye's fate, but at this moment, a voice suddenly rang out. Ying Feiyang looked back and saw an old man in plain robes standing in front of him at some unknown time. The swords of the four High Heaven Sword Sect disciples buzzed and trembled for a moment.
Yue Cang Qiong had expected this. His eyes lit up and he said, "You really came, Yu Wenfeng."
Who else could it be? It was naturally the Sword God Yu Wenfeng, the top swordsman in the world who challenged the Heavenly Axiom with his sword! Aside from Ying Feiyang, the other three were shocked to see Yu Wenfeng for the first time. Two of the most outstanding swordsmen in the world actually appeared in Luoyang Restaurant. Who knew what kind of storm this meeting would stir in the world of swords!
"Mortals can't do anything about his condition. I wonder if the Sword God has any way to deal with it?" Yue Cang Qiong continued. Miao Miao and Xie Lingyan came back to their senses and looked at him expectantly.
Yu Wenfeng said, "I can't do anything about it. However, the world is endless. As long as the fire of the sword is not extinguished, the path of the sword will never end. You and I are both inexperienced in the path of the sword. How can we say for sure? "
Yue Cang Qiong sneered, "The path of the sword is endless, but there is a limit to one's strength. Even the divine doctor of the Five Wonders could do nothing about his condition. You and him will only make him suffer more."
"Oh." Yu Wenfeng lowered his head and pondered for a while. He then said, "Then draw your sword. Winning is the right thing to do."
Yu Wenfeng's tone was indifferent, but Ying Feiyang and the others nearly fainted when they heard him. A mighty Sword God was acting like a child, wanting to start a fight the moment they started bickering. Whoever was stronger was right.
Actually, they didn't know that these two short sentences were a battle between the two of them. The supreme sword dao that Yu Wen Feng cultivated was boundless and limitless. Everything was like the sword dao, there were no absolutes. Instead, there were endless possibilities.
Yue Cang Qiong's Golden Sword Ray was known as the Ultimate Sword in the World. His swordsmanship could change the world and seize the extreme of the Sword Dao. It was a swordsmanship that wanted to include the world in the sword. The world had its limits and his swordsmanship was the extreme of the world.
Ying Feiyang and the rest thought it was funny but they could not laugh anymore. Yu Wenfeng held his sword fingers and slowly raised them, inviting them to fight. Yue Cang Qiong sat steadily and raised his wine glass as if there was no one around. His sharp eyes shone with a golden light that was as bright as the sun.
It was a battle between two peerless experts. Their bodies did not move, but the Qi dynamic was already on its own. The air suddenly became as sharp as a sword. The Sword Will was so condensed that it was almost tangible. It pressed down on the entire place. The building could not bear the pressure and was already creaking.
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