In an unknown inn in Yunxia Town, there was a young man and woman who looked like a master and servant. The man's appearance could be considered decent, but he didn't look like a child of a rich family. Otherwise, the servant girl wouldn't be blind with her eyes closed. She also didn't have any good looks, but she carried a sword on her back. It was probably a piece of junk that was casually made by a shoddy blacksmith and wasn't worth much money. The inn, from the shopkeeper to the waiters, didn't even look at them. They were all busy staring at those rich young masters and young ladies. These people with a bit of power and influence were the only ones who could afford to spend money. If it weren't for the group of old men from the Wu family's Sword Tomb, who would be willing to stay in this inn that didn't have anything to show? If it weren't for the young man's persuasion, the shopkeeper would have already kicked the master and servant out of the inn after paying the deposit. There were only a dozen or so rooms in the inn. Including the side rooms that were hurriedly cleaned up, there were less than twenty rooms. It was a matter of who would stay in the inn. The shopkeeper was kind and in the end, he endured the heartache and didn't kick the two poor fellows out of the inn. However, he wasn't willing to look at them. Every time he looked at them, it was like watching a few taels of silver slip away from his hands. It was too infuriating.
Today, the young master and servant pair had already occupied the table by the window on the first floor of the inn. To put it bluntly, they were trash that occupied the toilet but didn't want to take a dump. They also didn't order any wine and only ordered hot tea that cost the least. The waiter's face was cold as he slammed the plate of food that came with the tea onto the table. His voice was not soft as he muttered to himself, "Tea, tea, it's tea every day! Our inn's guests who drink tea every day and don't drink wine are really unique! "
The young man in green robes pretended to be stupid and laughed. The servant girl with the broken sword on her back was probably blind and deaf. In any case, she was indifferent to anything that was said.
After the waiter walked far away and went to a table of rich guests to serve them as if they were his ancestors, the young outsider curled his lips. "After seeing so many people, I feel that Wen Busheng is the most suitable. Sigh, I really don't understand this world."
The woman sitting quietly across from him didn't say a word. If a woman with outstanding beauty was so demure, she could be seen as a lotus flower by men. Unfortunately, her appearance was ordinary, and in the eyes of others, she could only be seen as rigid and boring.
The young man who shared the same table with her did not seem to find the woman in front of him boring. He said to himself, "Cui Hua, after we left home, we walked from the north to the south, and then from the southeast to the northwest. We have walked for more than ten thousand miles, but I have been eating that jar of pickled vegetables that you pickled every day. I really want to change my taste a little bit. Really, I just have that little thought."
The woman with the vulgar name suggested in all seriousness, "How about we make some pickled cabbage and pepper?"
The young man said bitterly, "Isn't that still pickled cabbage? But I can't eat spicy food."
The woman thought carefully for a moment and asked, "Stewed meat with pickled vegetables?"
The young man swallowed his saliva and said awkwardly, "It's good, but we can't afford meat."
The woman gave a faint 'oh' and didn't say anything else.
This wasn't a problem that she wanted to think about, so she didn't think about it. She had always been like this.
The young man didn't continue to dwell on this problem. It was a habit that had become second nature. In fact, he didn't get tired of eating pickled vegetables. It was just that she didn't like to talk. He just wanted to find an excuse for her to talk to him.
Wu Liuding felt that he would never get tired of eating pickled vegetables in his life. From the first day he saw her and ate her pickled vegetables, he never doubted this.
After all, the pickled vegetables she pickled at that time weren't bad, but they were really hard to swallow. But after that, day after day, year after year, for more than ten years, her culinary skills became better and better, and she became more and more skilled.
In the eyes of Wu Liuding, the current Sword Crown of the Wu Family's Sword Tomb, there was nothing in the world that made him happier than this.
Practicing the sword and being determined to become the best swordsman in the world was something that his family and parents wanted him to do. Since it was a responsibility that he had to bear, he didn't avoid it and worked very hard.
But he liked to eat pickled vegetables, and that was his choice.
These two things were not important or important.
Sipping tea, Wu Liuding asked: "Cui Hua, can we really meet our family's uncles and aunts here?"
Cui Hua gently nodded.
Wu Liuding counted on his fingers and said to himself: "Brother Zhang always likes to brag. This time, when we see him, we must stay far away from him. Otherwise, when he starts to nag, his spittle will fly everywhere. Uncle Yue always wants to steal the second half of the Dark North Sword Art from me. We don't pay attention to him, so as to avoid him completely going crazy. Aunt Nalan always liked to put her chest on my head when I was young. She also lied to me that it was because she was tired from walking. She was really heavy! Before we left home, she told me to look for a wife based on her appearance. Although I didn't have this idea, the two of us have walked for so long, and we really haven't met many who are better looking than Aunt Nalan. Of course, there are a few who have the same weight as her chest, but their figures are worlds apart from her … "
Cui Hua "glanced" at Wu Liuding.
There's sword energy!
It's over, I probably won't be able to eat pickled vegetables for half a month.
Wu Liuding coughed and quickly changed the topic: "There's also that Uncle Xie and Baldy Cui. They're not decent people either. One wants to recognize you as his daughter, and the other clearly doesn't like to eat pickled vegetables. Every time, they find a way to steal a few jars from you. Cui Hua, let's stay away from them."
Wu Liuding counted them one by one, "When it comes to our neighbors, Zhou Lianchi and Xie Chengan, I get angry. One has a strong evil spirit and wants to kill everyone in the world with a sword. The other seems to think that everyone in the world owes him millions of silver. I wonder why these two guys don't just kill each other."
"However, Aunt Chu and Grandpa Gongsun are both really good people. Just like you, they don't like to talk much."
"That Helian Sword Maniac, who I gave the nickname of 'Grandpa Sword Marriage', is neither a good person nor a bad person. I once asked the old ancestor about his origin, but the old ancestor didn't say. However, he should be a master who is hard to find in our family. The old ancestor's swordsmanship is only slightly better than him. As for talking about swordsmanship, the old ancestor is inferior to him. Anyway, my grandmother once said that the old man's understanding of swordsmanship, although I don't really understand it, should be able to surpass the current generation by a hundred years."
"As for that demon with the surname Zhu, if it wasn't for his powerful swordsmanship, I wouldn't be willing to talk about him. I really don't know how such a treacherous person who is only in his early forties could cultivate such a profound swordsmanship. It can make the old ancestor hate him but have to praise his swordsmanship."
Wu Liuding chattered and talked to himself. He quickly finished a pot of tea and shouted for the waiter to add hot water to the teapot. The waiter heard him but pretended not to hear. He leaned against the pillar and slacked off. His eyes were almost hanging on the chest of a young woman. Wu Liuding could only give up after shouting twice. He looked at Cuihua and couldn't help but ask, "Tell me, releasing so many people this time, even granting amnesty to a demon like Demon Zhu and allowing them to fight for their lives at the border of Beiliang in exchange for a chance to completely leave the Wu family. Is the old ancestor's way of doing things right or wrong?"
Cuihua was expressionless and didn't move.
Wu Liuding sighed and asked another question, "Cuihua, do you think these hundred or so swordsmen together can compare to the strength of the nine old ancestors of the Wu family two hundred years ago?"
Cuihua finally opened her mouth to speak, "One sword plus one sword doesn't equal the power of two swords. It's already amazing to have one and a half swords. The nine swords of the Wu family ancestors who rushed to Beimang at the great cost of having half of the people fall into certain death before the battle even started. Only then did they construct the sword formation recorded in an unknown ancient record. Its power was unparalleled. Even if the current world is led by the Peach Blossom Sword God Đồng Thái, Wang Xianzhi's eldest disciple Groom Yu, Tai 'an City's Qi Jiaje, Tang Xi's Sword Saint Lu Baijie, and Longhu Mountain's Qi Xianxia, it's a total of nine people. Even if their realms are much higher than the nine ancestors of the Wu family, in terms of killing power against tens of thousands of cavalry, they may not be much higher. "
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