Chapter 418

It was the winter solstice again, and the capital was shrouded in silver.

Qian Ping 'an's hands were tucked into each other's sleeves. He wore a dusty coat and exhaled white smoke from his mouth. He stepped on the snow and creaked toward his usual teahouse.

Today coincided with the owner's big day. The rice shop had not opened yet, so he rested early. He could go listen to the storyteller talk about the novel things published in the newspaper.

Over the past year, the world had changed a lot, but in the eyes of Qian Ping 'an, the rice shop assistant, life did not seem to have changed much. It was just that the rare and precious goods from the north and south had become more and more worthless. Even the stingy and thrifty owner had gotten a string of southern pearls and invited the monks in the temple to bless them.

Other than that, everything was the same. It was just that the stories told by the storyteller were getting more and more interesting. Jianghu, which used to be far away from him, seemed to be right in front of him. He, who did not even know many of his neighbors, was able to know all the masters in the world like the back of his hand. Right, like the back of his hand was a phrase he learned from the storyteller. It made him seem like he had read books and seen the world. In front of strangers, he looked like the kind of master who hid in the market or played games. And this came from something called the newspaper.

They traveled through the teleportation circle and spread the news of Jianghu everywhere. Scholar Chen, who was in the alley, said that this was "knowing the world without leaving your house."

"The owner has been frowning recently, nagging that the rice in the south can be harvested three times a year. Oh my, they can plant it three times a year. How much food will be harvested?" Qian Ping 'an casually thought about the events of the past few days. The price of rice in the capital dropped three times a day. The owner was so worried that a few strands of black hair had turned white. He hurriedly got his son to marry a wife to offset the good fortune.

The young owner was very interesting. He could often be seen listening to books at the teahouse. He always comforted the owner not to be too concerned about the food in the south. He said that there were pros and cons in the world, and there were pros and cons. Since it could be harvested three times a year, it would definitely not taste as good as the rice here. When the time came, different rice would have different prices. Some would fill the stomachs of the poor, while others would enjoy it. Things would not be too bad.

He loved to listen to these words. If the rice shop could not continue, he could only find another way to make a living.

As his imagination ran wild, Qian Ping 'an stepped into the tea shop. It was much warmer inside, but it was not like the restaurants and teahouses that used charcoal to keep warm. It was as if spring had come. The tea here was cheap and could not afford the expense. Only people like Qian Ping' an would spend a few coins to come here to drink and listen.

The only light came from the storyteller's feet. The copper stove flickered, dispelled the cold. and.

The storyteller had a goatee. Since he was literate and could immediately recite the contents of the Wulin Express and other newspapers, he was respected by the poor people around him. Now, he was drinking the bamboo green tea specially prepared by the teahouse. He shook his head and closed his eyes to rest, as if he was humming an opera in a low voice, waiting for the next story.

Qian Pingwen drank a big mouthful of tea and felt a surge of warmth. The coldness in his body melted like snowflakes and he felt an indescribable sense of comfort.

For a waiter like him, to be able to come here every few days to drink a cup of tea and listen to storytelling was already a great luxury. If not for the fact that he was not married, he would not have been able to do so.

For a waiter like him, it was a great luxury to come here every few days to drink tea and listen to storytelling. If he was not married, he would not be able to do it.

At this moment, a few horses rushed over and suddenly stopped at the door of the tea shop. A few men in cloaks jumped down. The man in the lead wore a leather hat and held a three-foot-long sword inlaid with gold and jade in his left hand. There was a scar between his eyebrows, making him look like a god who had opened the Heavenly Eye.

The man in the front was wearing a leather hat. He held a three-foot long sword inlaid with gold and jade in his left hand. There was a scar between his eyebrows, making him look like a god.

Some customers in the tea shop whispered. They also thought that this was God Eye Sword Gao Fuchen. He was one of the best in Jianghu. He appeared in the Wulin Express several times.

People who often came to listen to stories were familiar with him like they were with their neighbors.

"You mean the God's Eye Sword that was defeated by 'Sad Godly Palm' Gu Wenxiang?"

"Yes, yes, yes. That's him. Gu Wenxiang slapped away his Seven Jade Sword in three moves," someone answered with certainty.

"Gu Wenxiang is one of the top masters in the world. It's normal for God Eye Sword to lose to him." "It's natural for him to lose to Gu Wenxiang, but it was Gao Fuchen who was proud of his swordsmanship and challenged him. Tsk tsk …" The whispers spread like mosquitoes. They were discussing the battle that made Gao Fuchen appear in the Wulin Express for the first time.

Gao Fuchen was young and a famous swordsman in Jianghu. His ears were sharp and he heard all the discussions. His blood rushed to his head as he listened. His face was red with pain and he was embarrassed.

It was fine if he was talked about by his fellow Jianghu people. He was too arrogant to challenge Sad Palm But now he was being talked about by ordinary people who had no martial arts. They laughed at him wherever he went. It was shameful.

He did want to be famous in the world, but not like this!

The appearance of the Wulin Express had changed the reputation of people in Jianghu. In their words, they had become public figures. Their every move was like a star in the night, attracting the attention of the world. Therefore, they had to pay more attention to their image. The more they had their own style, the easier it was for them to be respected.

This kind of Jianghu … Gao Fuchen's embarrassment turned into anger. He wanted nothing more than to draw his sword and kill these noisy poor people. But if he were to really be so impulsive, as long as he did not kill them all, the Wulin Express would have similar headlines every few days.

"God Eye Sword Possessed, Slaughtering the Innocent", "Burdened by Fame, Gao Fuchen Actually Went Crazy", "Entering the Heart of Murderous Demon Gao Fuchen. What kind of Jianghu and what kind of rules made him make such an extreme choice", "Overturned a beggar's rice bowl at seven, peeked at girls bathing at nine, Gao Fuchen's Perverted Life" …

Just thinking about the headlines made Gao Fuchen shudder. This was worse than being hunted down by the whole world. His reputation was completely ruined. The reputation of a heretical demon was feared and mysterious, but this would only make people not know whether to laugh or cry, making him look like a clown. And if he wanted to take revenge on the Wulin Express, just thinking about their boss's godly teleportation ability, he would not be able to draw his sword.

The Jianghu was big, and there were very few people who did not seek fame and fortune.

Taking a deep breath, Gao Fuchen chose to ignore it. He turned his head and was about to leave.

At this moment, his companion transmitted his voice to him, "Brother Gao, the more praise you receive, the more slander you receive."

Gao Fuchen turned his head to look at his companion, nodded slightly, walked forward again, and sat next to a table.

This Brother Ren liked to play with words among the people in Jianghu. He was quite fond of some of the sentences in the Wulin Express and often said them, but some of them did make some sense.

"Don't be angry, the enemy will laugh," his companion spoke again, using the "famous words" he had collected.

Gao Fuchen sat quietly, his mind filled with the news. This new thing was now springing up like mushrooms after the rain. It could be found everywhere, and it involved the people of Jianghu from all walks of life. It was no longer like before, due to the limited space of the Wulin Express, most of the people who were published were the top figures in Jianghu. Most of the martial artists still could not experience the change in their "identity". Now, as long as one had a bit of fame and did something that was relatively influential, it would be difficult for them to escape the news, and their fame would spread.

I heard that the master of the Flying Fox Manor bribed the local newspaper and the Wulin Express editors to cover up the matter of him losing to his disciple during a spar … Gao Fuchen thought enviously. It was a pity that he had challenged the Sad Godly Palm at that time. The matter was quite sensational, and the editors could not suppress it at all.

Pak!

The storyteller slapped the wooden table, and the whole hall came back to their senses, becoming unusually quiet.

"Today's Wulin Express's front page is a Jianghu story serialization. It is about the incident of the Shocking Celestial Sword in the past, and the title is' Traveling the World with a Sword '," the storyteller said concisely.

Gao Fuchen's spirit was lifted. The Wulin Express actually used the front page to serialize the story?

And the Shocking Celestial Sword was a senior that he held in high esteem, and he believed that he was the number one swordsman since ancient times.

Qian Ping 'an's gaze was blank, and he did not understand. His understanding of the matters of the Jianghu had only begun in the past few months. It was already good enough that he knew about the famous masters of the day, so how could he know about the masters of the past?

Most of the tea guests were the same as him.

The storyteller's expression became solemn, and he read the wedge:

"Since ancient times, those who could reach the peak of martial arts and break through the void can be counted on one's fingers. The closest ones to this day are the Sword Emperor and the Shocking Celestial Sword."

"The Shocking Celestial Sword learned martial arts when he was young, and after achieving great success, he understood nature and peeked into the Way of Heaven. He stepped into the Jianghu because he escorted Lu Guan into the capital city. He was light and cruel, and guarded the Mountain God Temple at night. He met the Evil Prince on the river, and his sword shook the capital city. After that, he sat and discussed with the Sword Emperor, and he realized that it was difficult to leave the matters of martial arts to others, so he gave up his glory and wealth, and floated far away. Many years later, he advanced into the supreme martial arts, and reappeared in the Jianghu. No one could resist him, and he fought with the Sword Emperor on Sunset Peak, and both of them were destroyed."

The short summary made Qian Ping 'an and the others feel deeply shocked, as if this was a real master of martial arts. Compared to him, the top masters they knew before were like ordinary people, without the spirit of a master.

The storyteller began to tell the main text, "The Shocking Celestial Sword did not have a specific name passed down, and only had the name Meng. But when he stepped into the Jianghu, what he was called was no longer important, because the world would only remember the Shocking Celestial Sword."

"In order to learn the sword, he went through a lot of hardships and suffered a lot of loneliness, so he especially cherished his body, patiently waiting for the opportunity to draw his sword, the opportunity to make his sword famous."

"At this time, both his sword and himself were nameless, no one knew what kind of charm was hidden in his scabbard. When he accumulated enough power and waited for the opportunity, he picked up his sword and walked out from the silence of the ancient temple deep in the mountains, the world was shocked. Who was he? Where did he come from? How could he have such a terrifying sword technique? "

It did not take long for him to become one of the two most famous swords in the Jianghu.

From nameless to famous, he only needed to draw his sword once, and from then on, no one dared to look at him directly.

…

Qian Ping 'an had never heard of such a story, never knew that such a person existed. For the next month, as long as he had money and was not busy, after the rice shop closed, he would go to the tea shop to listen to stories. If that was not possible, he would look for familiar tea customers to chat and listen to their retelling, from "sending General Lu a thousand miles with his sword, killing six generals, guarding the mountain river temple at night", "not worthy for me to draw my sword" and so on, all the way to "Battle of Sunset Peak", which made him fascinated and reminisced about the style of the predecessors.

"If I knew the story of the Shocking Celestial Sword before, I would definitely think of ways to practice martial arts …" Qian Ping 'an sighed.

This time, the True Story of the Shocking Celestial Sword was much more detailed than the previous ones, and the image of the Shocking Celestial Sword was also enriched. Although there was a certain difference from the previous "Cold Swordsman", it was more humanized and closer to the daily life of a swordsman. Gao Fuchen and the other admirers of the Shocking Celestial Sword not only did not resist, but also quickly accepted this new image, slightly changing their perception.

This was the Shocking Celestial Sword with a human flavor!

In the Celestial Sword Puppet placed in Shang Jiuming's study, Mengqi's Divine Sense borrowed this change, using the Celestial Sword Puppet as a medium, to experience the feedback of heaven and earth, to experience the changes in connection.

"… I have to adjust in this direction," Mengqi had gained something.

The next day, when Qian Ping 'an stepped into the tea shop again, the front page of the Wulin Express in front of the storyteller had become:

"The long sword is heartless, but the lover has feelings, the secret history of the Shocking Celestial Sword."