Wang Sheng remained silent with a bitter face.
Hsu Fengnian said, "You think the wooden sword is precious now, but that's because you haven't seen a real good sword. I am going to the Martial Emperor City to get something, and I can give you one when the time comes. However, you can only keep one sword. You decide for yourself. Let me say the ugly words first. I will not bring a poor disciple who only has a wooden sword to wander the martial world. I can't afford to lose face like this. Besides, you won't be able to practice any superior sword arts with a wooden sword. Wang Sheng, do you want to use this broken wooden sword to wander the martial world alone, breaking your head and bleeding? You won't be able to make a name for yourself for the rest of your life. Or do you want to accept a famous sword that everyone covets and learn profound martial arts from me? You will make rapid progress on the martial dao. Don't be in a hurry to answer me. You can tell me your thoughts tomorrow morning. "
After Hsu Fengnian finished speaking, he went back to the carriage to rest, leaving behind a disciple who looked as if he was struck by lightning.
The next day, the fog was heavy at dawn.
The majestic Martial Emperor City in the distance fell into the clouds and fog. It was sometimes hidden and sometimes visible. It was like a perilous sea.
Hsu Fengnian walked to the seaside and saw Wang Sheng with his eyes closed. He held the wooden sword and pointed at the sea. Probably because he had been holding the sword for a long time, there was a drop of fog on the tip of the sword.
Before this, Wang Sheng was wholeheartedly focused on practicing the sword. Hsu Fengnian didn't pay much attention to him and only taught him this ordinary sword stance.
She treated it as a peerless martial art and practiced it tirelessly.
Others might find it funny, but they also didn't find it funny.
Wang Sheng finally realized that his master was beside him. He didn't keep the wooden sword and turned to look at his expressionless master. Suddenly, tears rolled down from his eyes. He choked with sobs and said, "Master."
When a child met a threshold that they couldn't cross, they would naturally plead to their elders.
Hsu Fengnian said coldly, "Let go of the sword."
Wang Sheng's expression was bleak. "Master, I really want to practice the sword. I want to use the wooden sword to make a name for myself. Because grandfather said that there are people in the martial world who use wooden swords to make a name for themselves. In the future, I will definitely follow Master and practice martial arts well … "
Hsu Fengnian sneered and said, "There is no such thing as having the best of both worlds. You can't even throw away a broken wooden sword. How can you pick up those good things that everyone covets? Ten thousand taels of gold, Jianghu reputation, ranking in the Wushu evaluation, founding a sect. Which one of them is not more precious than your wooden sword? So what if the wooden sword is your grandfather's legacy? In the Jianghu, there were many newbies who would not hesitate to lose their family's fortune, disown their parents, kill their masters, and offer their wives to others, not to mention their family's fortune. You're so inflexible and don't know how to beat around the bush, yet you still want to practice the sword?! "
Towards the end, Wang Sheng could clearly feel his master's stern tone. Although he hadn't known his master for long, he knew that his master had always been gentle and respectful, someone who could make him feel close to her.
She didn't know why, but she knew that she had missed out on this master in this lifetime. She didn't need to think about the Jianghu anymore.
Her arms trembled, and she turned her head away from this master. As if in a fit of pique, she softly sobbed and said, "Master, I don't want to practice martial arts anymore!"
Wang Sheng put away the wooden sword and placed it at her waist. She knelt down and kowtowed three times to this master whom she had only known for a few days.
When she knelt down and put away the sword, Hsu Fengnian extended a finger and stopped the droplet of fog that had fallen from the tip of the sword.
Hsu Fengnian looked at the droplet of fog that did not disperse and said softly, "I also practice the sword, but I always feel that I can't compare to many senior swordsmen. For example, Li Chungang's swordsmanship, Đồng Thái's swordsmanship, and Wang Xiaoping's Talisman Sword."
Hsu Fengnian smiled and said, "But the ones I feel the most sorry for are not them. It's the one called Old Huang and the one nicknamed Wen Busheng."
Hsu Fengnian continued, "I've always felt that too many smart and calculative people, no matter how talented they are, no matter how good their swordsmanship is, no matter how expensive the swords in their hands are, they can't be considered true swordsmen."
Wang Sheng stood up, not knowing what to do. She did not understand what this man who was probably no longer her master was talking about.
Xu Fengnian flicked his fingers slightly, then stretched out his hand and placed it on Wang Sheng's head. He rubbed it and smiled warmly. "These people are all Master's seniors and old acquaintances. They have given up many things, especially the last Ranger who carried a wooden sword like you. He happened to have the same things you want and the same things you don't want."
Hsu Fengnian took a step back and said in a deep voice, "I, Hsu Fengnian of Beiliang, accept Princess Guihua as my disciple today."
Wang Sheng was dumbfounded.
Hsu Fengnian said indifferently, "Take the things that Wen Hua gave up back then."
Wang Sheng was still confused, but at least she knew that her master was still her master. That was enough.
As for the names that her master mentioned that she had never heard of before, she didn't think too much about it. She just thought that her master was bragging.
The master and disciple headed to Martial Emperor City.
"Master, you're not angry with me anymore?"
"Yes."
"Master, I've heard of the Peach Blossom Sword God and the Wudang Sword Maniac. They are both sword immortal-level experts. But who are the others?"
"You will know in the future."
"Master, I don't know if I should say something."
"Then don't say it."
"Uh, Master, I can't hold it in. Don't be angry if I say it. Although you are definitely an expert, aren't you bragging too much? Do you really know those two immortals? Could it be that you have seen them from afar? "
"…"
"Master, it's okay. I feel that you are the strongest expert in the world."
"Master, I heard that there are many experts in Beiliang. General Yuan who uses a saber, General Xu who uses a spear, and the new King of Shu who has left Beiliang. Have you seen him from afar? Oh right, there is also the young King of Beiliang. He is even more amazing. Alas, he is a vassal. I think you have never seen him before. "
"Master, I see that you don't have a saber or sword with you. Are you going to Martial Emperor City to buy a suitable weapon to travel the world?"
The master and disciple were mostly disciples. Wang Sheng was nagging to himself.
The horse hooves and the carriage moved slowly. Finally, they arrived outside Martial Emperor City.
The fog outside the city was getting thinner. However, the hundreds of world-famous weapons on the wall were mostly covered in fog. The fog dripped onto the corners of the wall, making the wall stains very deep.
The carriage stopped outside the city. Hsu Fengnian finally spoke to his disciple who was sitting outside the carriage with his legs crossed. "Lift the curtain. Remember not to block the door of the carriage."
Wang Sheng didn't know why, but he did as he was told. He lifted the curtain and squatted at the side.
Hsu Fengnian sat cross-legged and looked at the open city gate of Martial Emperor City.
Wang Sheng suddenly opened his eyes wide. He saw his master's sleeves fluttering even though there was no wind.
The fog in Martial Emperor City disappeared in an instant.
Inside the city, the wall that once symbolized who was the most powerful person in the world began to tremble imperceptibly. Then, the trembling became more and more intense.
First, a purple color flew out of the city gate and crashed into Hsu Fengnian's arms.
Then, the famous sword Yellow Cottage, which was stuck on the high city wall, broke away from the wall and crashed into the red sandalwood sword box.
Then, eight swords of different lengths crashed into the box one after another.
Hsu Fengnian sat down with the box in his hands.
Wang Sheng, who was still holding the curtain, opened his mouth wide. What was going on?
On the city wall, hundreds of masterless weapons were trembling at the same time. They seemed to be struggling and resisting.
Hsu Fengnian raised his arm and said softly, "Come."
Moth Fish Slender Sword, Thrush Sword, Junjue, Half Shoulder Small Point from the Guanyin Sect of the South Sea, Wu Family's Sword Tomb, Peace and Seriousness, and Sword Immortal Chen Qingming's Son Buyu from two hundred years ago.
Swords flew out of the city one after another.
Dantian Blade, Splendid Tree Blade, Gu Jiantang's master's Peeling Peck, Frost Long Blade that was invincible four hundred years ago, and so on.
Swords flew out of the city one after another.
The eighteen best weapons in the world left the city wall one after another. There was nothing left on the city wall.
They went around Hsu Fengnian and slid into the carriage in an exquisite arc. No matter how fast they flew, they stopped abruptly after passing through the curtain and fell gently.
The carriage was stuffed full of weapons. When it couldn't stop, the weapons that came later were nailed into the ground around the carriage.
After half an incense stick's time, the four hundred and eighteen weapons on the city wall of Martial Emperor City all had owners after leaving the city.
Wang Sheng was stunned on the spot. He couldn't think straight anymore.
Her master was really an expert who knew a lot of experts.
Hsu Fengnian, at this moment, was like the Jianghu in his hands.
The new Martial Emperor of the Jianghu, the new invincible.
At this moment, the Martial Emperor City, which had just received the shocking news of the City Lord's death in Beiliang, finally believed that the young Vassal King had indeed defeated Wang Xianzhi.
After this, the whole world had to pinch their noses and admit that the son of Butcher was the new number one in the world.
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