No one dared to leave the Martial Emperor City anymore. Hsu Fengnian did not push his luck. He bent his fingers several times and guided several weapons into the air. For example, the Elm Pod Sword was nailed into the ground a few feet in front of the Ink Stained Sword Zhou Mu. The Great Spear Dragon Winding Around the Beam was nailed into the ground in front of a spear master. The slender crimson short sabers flew to the top of the city wall and fell into the hands of a macheteman. More than a dozen weapons had new owners. After a brief moment of shock, these people, without exception, cupped their fists and bowed to Hsu Fengnian outside the city to express their gratitude. This was not only because they were happy about Hsu Fengnian's gift, but also because they were grateful for his recognition of their talents. Among the crowd, a nameless, thin teenager was the most eye-catching. He had actually obtained the Great Frost Long Saber that had been returned to its sheath. After being gifted the saber, the teenager could not control the heavy saber that was as heavy as a living thing. He was dragged by the saber for dozens of steps before falling to the ground. Only then did he hug the Great Frost Long Saber tightly and grin foolishly. No one could laugh. The teenager was born in the city. His parents were a pair of top assassins who had retired from Jianghu. A few years ago, they had died in a bloody attack by unknown enemies. The teenager ran out of the city with the saber on his shoulder. He told the guy who treated all the masters in the city as nothing that he would follow in the future. As long as he was willing to teach him how to use the saber, he, Lu Yunzhang, would be willing to work for him.
Hsu Fengnian asked for three spacious carriages to carry the goods. An old spy of the Whisking Water House who had been hiding in the Martial Emperor City for many years came out of the water and drove the first carriage. He could not stop crying as he drove. Lu Yunzhang had mingled with people from all walks of life in the Martial Emperor City since he was young. He was proficient in everything. He was in charge of the second carriage. His disciple Wang Sheng, who had learned how to drive, was in the rear. Hsu Fengnian sat beside her and continued to talk to her about the basics of martial arts. In addition to the carriage, the old spy also had to take care of six horses. The carriage's load was beyond imagination, so horses had to be changed frequently.
The four people, three carriages, and twelve horses, along with more than four hundred weapons, leisurely drove out of the East Sea. Then, along the southern border of Jingji and Pingfan, they made a small arc.. When the team reached the top of the arc, Hsu Fengnian stood on a mountain near an isolated city pass and looked at the scenery of the south for a long time.
Wang Sheng and Lu Yunzhang, who were of the same age, did not get along well. Wang Sheng could not stand Lu Yunzhang's mischievous smile, and he did not behave properly in front of her master. Lu Yunzhang, on the other hand, did not like the pedantic "young man". The two of them were at loggerheads. As long as they met, they would quarrel non-stop. However, Lu Yunzhang was not most afraid of the immortal who had given him the saber. In the wise young man's opinion, since the immortal was an expert of the Land of Immortals, he naturally would not argue with him. However, the slippery Lu Yunzhang was scared to death of the old man who always liked to whisper to the horses. The reason was simple. The old man was an extremely powerful figure in Martial Emperor City. Rumor had it that he slept in mountains of gold and silver. Even Bridegroom Yu had borrowed money from this old man surnamed Liu, who was nicknamed the "Old Oil Seller".
When Hsu Fengnian stood at the highest point of the terrain and looked to the south, not far away, Wang Sheng, in addition to the wooden sword at her waist, was also carrying the red sandalwood sword case on her back. She also had four swords tied to the city wall with ropes. They were the Moose Fish Sword, the three-inch sword "Dogwood" personally forged by the old Northern Han Confucian Sage Cao Ye, the talisman sword "Wild Crane" of the Taoist Loose Immortal Huang Cishan, and the long sword "Biting Pearl" that had once pierced through the abdomen of the Emperor of Dongyue. The sword aura was awe-inspiring and cold. It seeped into Wang Sheng's skin and caused her lips to turn purple from the cold. Her master didn't say why she had to suffer, only that she would have to carry another sword on her back in less than half a year. In contrast, Lu Yunzhang was too relaxed and content. He carried the Large Frost Saber all day long to show off, as if he had married a beautiful wife. Even when he slept, he would hug her in his arms. At this moment, he was beside Wang Sheng. The youth had been imbued with many of the habits of Jianghu. He also knew that in the sect, seniority was important. Although he and Wang Sheng didn't get along well, he didn't want his relationship with this immortal disciple to be too strained.
Lu Yunzhang whispered, "Blockhead Wang, what is our master looking at?"
Wang Sheng's lips were tightly pursed. He just stared at his master's silhouette, unwilling to pay attention to the youth beside him.
Lu Yunzhang was used to being ignored by this blockhead. He asked tirelessly, "Do you know who that old green-robed swordsman is? Let me tell you, his identity is extraordinary. He's called Chai Qingshan, an old sword immortal of the Dongyue Sword Pool. He's the number one expert of the Guangling Taoist Sect. He was once a guest of Zhao Yi. Even the Sword Pool's sect master, Song Nianqing, has to call him Martial Uncle. Otherwise, why would our master return him four unfamiliar swords? Of course, it's not that our master is afraid of Chai Qingshan. This is the knowledge between the heroes of Jianghu. Blockhead Wang, you should learn a little … "
Wang Sheng finally couldn't help but turn his head and stare. "Don't keep saying 'our master'. My master has never acknowledged you as his disciple!"
Lu Yunzhang reached out and patted the scabbard of the Large Frost Saber. He chuckled and said, "Speak with your conscience. Where can you find such a talented disciple like me? Look at you. You're carrying so many swords, but all of them added together aren't as famous as my saber."
Wang Sheng didn't want to talk nonsense with him.
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