The old spy surnamed Liu was probably done chatting with the horse. He walked over to the two children, squatted down, grabbed a handful of soil in his palm, and sniffed it.
Everything had its vanquisher. Lu Yunzhang immediately kept quiet out of fear and took the initiative to sew his mouth shut.
Wang Sheng wasn't afraid of this taciturn old senior, but he couldn't get close to him either.
The old man also didn't deliberately win over the two children who were destined to never cross paths in their lives. However, deep in his heart, he really envied these two children who were extremely lucky. They might not know how great this opportunity was for the time being.
The most powerful vassal of the Liyang Dynasty, the King of Beiliang.
He was also the martial artist who had personally killed Wang Xianzhi.
The old man sighed softly for no reason. "It's like sitting in a glass screen, surrounded by the wind. It's really been hard on our General's eldest son these years. "
Wang Sheng didn't hear what the old man was muttering, but Lu Yunzhang's ears were sharp. He couldn't help but squat down and ask, "Old Master Liu, what are you talking about? Tell me."
The old man rubbed the soil with both hands and looked into the distance. He said indifferently, "It's a coincidence to meet, but it's also the most difficult to understand. Kid, remember to cherish your fortune. You can't find many people with your good luck in the world. "
Lu Yunzhang didn't say anything. He sat cross-legged and carried the Big Frost Saber on his shoulder. His hands were casually placed on the scabbard, and his eyes were firm.
Then, they went straight to the northwest. Along the way, no one dared to touch this bad luck. Many of the local first-rate Jianghu sects took the initiative to escort the three carriages. At most, they stood respectfully by the side of the road. When they saw the young vassal on the carriage, they cupped their fists and bowed. No matter how old they were, they all did the Jianghu etiquette as a junior.
When the carriage drove into River Province, Wang Sheng had eight swords tied to his body. He looked like a hedgehog, which was quite funny.
Today, Xu Fengnian was sitting in the carriage of the spy surnamed Liu, chatting about the war of the Spring and Autumn Period. The old spy, whose real name had been abandoned for half his life, looked at the northwest wind that was already very unfamiliar to him and laughed softly. "He was already three dustbaskets of yellow dust with two dustbaskets on his body. I really didn't think that he would be able to come back alive and smell the wind and sand here. As I get older, even if I can dream of this place, the memories of the old people and things will become blurry. "
Hsu Fengnian said calmly, "Martial Emperor City is no longer the focus of the southeast spies. Beimang will soon invade the south. We need you here."
The old man nodded. "Even if we take ten thousand steps back, as long as we can die here, it's better than anything else."
Hsu Fengnian smiled and said, "Master often mentioned you when he was alive."
The old man lamented, "There are many green mountains and clear waters in the southeast. Although they are warm-hearted, they are cold. On the other hand, in the northwest, the sky is cold and the ground is frozen, but they don't feel cold."
Hsu Fengnian smiled and said, "No wonder Master always says that you like to drop bags of books, and privately calls you the Sour Peddler."
The old man was stunned for a moment before he burst into laughter.
The old man's expression suddenly turned solemn. Hsu Fengnian waved his hand and said, "Go on ahead. Don't wait for me."
A thin old man appeared on the road. He was empty-handed, but his sword intent was so strong that it was almost as strong as Li Chungang, an Earth Immortal.
Hsu Fengnian got off the carriage and moved forward slowly. The three carriages brushed past the old man with an inconspicuous appearance.
When Hsu Fengnian was about ten feet away from the old man, the old man took a step back. Hsu Fengnian also stopped.
Hsu Fengnian asked, "Tomb Master didn't bring a sword?"
The old man with a calm expression did not speak. He just stared at the young man who had turned the Jianghu upside down.
The old man finally said slowly, "You're going downhill."
Hsu Fengnian said indifferently, "It's reasonable. Tomb Master has indeed chosen a good place and a good time. "
The old man smiled and said, "Also, did you choose a good opponent?"
Hsu Fengnian did not speak, but a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
The Wu family's Sword Tomb, the current head of the family, the true owner of the second most famous sword in the world, Su Of Gojoseon, Wu Jian.
An old man who had almost never fought with experts outside the Sword Tomb, but had become a worthy grandmaster of the sword.
To be honest, Hsu Fengnian was related to the old man. However, when his mother gave up her identity as the Sword Crown and violated the rules of the Wu family, the sword attendant aunt's face was slashed by countless sword auras. Thus, she had no choice but to wear armor. Hsu Fengnian did not have a good impression of this old man who his mother said liked to go to the Sword Tomb Mountain year after year to count, wash, and sharpen his swords.
Li Chungang had once gone to the Sword Tomb to obtain the wooden horse and ox sword.
Đồng Thái was the illegitimate son of the Wu family. He had once lived and died on the Sword Mountain. In the end, he established his own sect, raised his own flying sword, and became the Peach Blossom Sword God.
The top swordsmen of two generations had not been able to bypass the Sword Tomb where countless famous swordsmen were buried.
Perhaps because Li Chungang was in front of Đồng Thái, the old man on the road could not be called the number one swordsman. However, there were not many people who could let their guard down.
In the past, only Wang Xianzhi could.
Hsu Fengnian, who had defeated Wang Xianzhi, could naturally do it as well. However, he could not do it now.
The old man's Qi was restrained. He did not have the demeanor of an expert. He smiled as if he was chatting with a junior and asked pleasantly, "You asked me why I did not bring my sword?"
Hsu Fengnian frowned, but quickly felt relieved.
The old man finally took a step forward.
When he came, his sword came.
So what if he did not have the Su Of Gojoseon?
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