The three carriages were ordered to stay away from the disturbance, but they didn't go far. The most experienced old spy quickly stopped the carriage. Wang Sheng and Lu Yunzhang didn't know what was going on, but they did as they were told. One old man and two young men stood side by side. Lu Yunzhang saw Wang Sheng sweating profusely, his lips turning purple, and his body trembling uncontrollably. Just as Lu Yunzhang was about to laugh at this kid's cowardice, he saw the seven swords tied to Wang Sheng's body. Each of them was slightly unsheathed, especially Wang Sheng's newest sword, 'Goose Yellow'. It was tied to his waist, and two faint yellow sword auras were coming out from the two ends of the scabbard. Lu Yunzhang was experienced and knowledgeable. He knew many bizarre stories of the martial world in Martial Thearch City. He roughly guessed why the immortal young master asked Wang Sheng to add a sword every once in a while. It was because he wanted this in-name disciple to be immersed in the sword aura and gradually connect with those sword embryos. The more, the better. Through this, Wang Sheng would be able to hone a natural and vigorous sword intent.
The old spy said in a deep voice, "Wang Sheng, try your best to use your divine intent to suppress Goose Yellow's sword aura. If you want to cultivate a superior sword, you have to be able to control the sword and not be controlled by the sword."
The pale Wang Sheng tried his best to nod, but it was a pity that he couldn't do it. Goose Yellow's sword aura was getting denser and denser, and the brilliance was lingering around Wang Sheng's waist. The young lady looked like she was wearing a yellow jade belt. The spy with the surname Liu frowned. He knew that these famed swords were attracted by the old man at the posthouse. Wang Sheng was just a beginner in the sword dao and naturally couldn't restrain it. The old spy originally thought that by stopping here, he could deliver the weapons to the young vassal king in the shortest time possible and also have enough distance to resist the old man's sword intent. The old spy sighed in his heart. That sword dao master was too experienced, and Wang Sheng was too immature.
Lu Yunzhang asked curiously, "Old Man Liu, who is that 50 or 60 years old guy? Is he worth Wang Sheng's and my immortal master's help? Back then, even Chai Qingshan was polite and didn't dare to put on the airs of a senior in the martial world. "
The old spy sneered and said, "Regardless of sword intent or sword arts, how can Chai Qingshan be comparable to the person in front of us? He isn't some old man in his seventies, but an old man in his nineties!"
Lu Yunzhang said in shock, "Even the number one person in the dynasty's southeast, Chai Qingshan, can't compare? How many swordsmen in the world can scare people like that? That old man doesn't look like the Peach Blossom Divine Swordsman Đồng Thái. I heard that Divine Swordsman Deng is very young. Even if he doesn't carry a peach blossom branch, he will probably ride a little donkey in Jianghu. "
The old spy said in a heavy tone, "He is the tomb master of the Wu family's Sword Tomb. In terms of seniority, your master should call him Great Grandpa."
Lu Yunzhang was most annoyed by those who practiced the sword in the martial world. They practiced for decades and still didn't have any great achievements. How could they have the spirit to drag someone away with a swing of their saber? Playing with a saber was more enjoyable. However, the Wu family's Sword Tomb was a place shrouded in clouds and fog. The youth had only heard that there was a large group of half-dead withered swordsmen sitting there.
The old spy kept sizing up Wang Sheng as he spoke. He saw that her cultivation was still too shallow. Not only was she unable to suppress the eruption of Goose Yellow's sword aura, but the four swords of Moth Fish, Dogwood, Wild Crane, and Pearl were still relatively quiet. The two new swords, Little Dizzy and Youthful Swim, were all showing signs of being completely unsheathed. The old spy felt some regret. This was the first time this child had coincidentally sharpened her sword, but she had failed to face the difficulties head-on. This was especially disadvantageous for her future cultivation. The old spy waited for a moment. He didn't want Wang Sheng and the sword executors to be defeated because of their personal feelings, so he planned to retreat. At this moment, Wang Sheng seemed to be very angry. She lowered her head and stared at the most restless Goose Yellow. She reprimanded, "Be obedient!"
Lu Yunzhang rolled his eyes and the old spy didn't know whether to laugh or cry. However, the two of them were surprised to find that the famous sword had indeed calmed down. Most of the sword aura had been withdrawn and returned to its sheath. The remaining sword aura floated up and flowed around Wang Sheng's ten fingers. The girl's fingertips were like a yellow flower.
The corner of Lu Yunzhang's mouth twitched. He said helplessly, "This works too?"
Although the old spy's face was calm, he was terrified. In every generation of the martial world, there would be a handful of geniuses. Among these rare geniuses, Buddhism and Taoism were the most mysterious. It was rumored that Qi Xuanzhen had the mysterious ability of "prophecy". Back then, on the Demon Slaying Platform, he had single-handedly fought the six Skyscraping Demons of Zhulu Mountain. Three of them had died under the Great Immortal Qi's incantation. The white-robed monks of the Two Zen Temples were also said to have a secret "mantra" that could determine one's life and death. As for the people of the Way of the Sword, they could make many famous swords of Spiritual Qi feel close to them. They were called natural sword embryos. While the old spy felt relieved, he couldn't help but mock himself. When he was young, he was also regarded by many seniors as having outstanding talent. It was just that he had never been taught by a true master. As a result, he had no interest in instructing others. What he learned was a mixture of different things. In the end, he was unable to go far on the martial path. Regardless of one's aptitude, having a guide often determined one's level of achievement.
The old spy hesitated for a moment before saying, "Wang Sheng, follow me for ten steps."
Wang Sheng grunted. Lu Yunzhang said impatiently, "Old Master Liu, what about me?"
The old spy said unhappily, "Stay where you are and keep an eye on the carriage."
Lu Yunzhang sighed heavily. He turned his head and glanced at the five-foot-long frost blade on his shoulder. "We'll depend on each other for survival."
At the front of the posthouse, after the head of the Wu family took a step forward, there was no more movement. However, what was even more unexpected was that the old man didn't seem to be in a life and death situation. He actually began to ramble, and his words were filled with emotion.
"My ancestors once said that when I was born, there was a strange phenomenon in the sky. Nine flood dragons were in the sky, and eight flood dragons took away nine famous swords from the Sword Mountain. One flood dragon coiled around the Sword Mountain, lying on the ancient sword Qiu Niu. On the first day I started practicing the sword, the ancestor who personally taught me the sword told me that after I pulled out the Qiu Niu, I had to leave the tomb every ten years to search for a sword. "
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