Chapter 1213
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Hsu Fengnian ordered someone to take out three good swords from the armory to make the most expensive dish in the world for Sui Xie Gu. The old man would not be courteous to this young man. He casually picked up an ancient sword with the words "Ice Wheel at the Imperfection of Yun Peak" engraved on it and placed it on his knees. He broke off the tip of the sword with his fingers and threw it into his mouth as if he was chewing soybeans. When the young maidservant whose name Hsu Fengnian did not know left the pavilion to collect the sword, she was stunned and had a special charm. Hsu Fengnian did not look sideways. Instead, it was the Ancestor who looked at the graceful woman and then at the young man who had not yet reached the age of thirty. His eyes seemed to be saying, "How can there be such an indifferent and pure king in this world?" Hsu Fengnian looked at the green lake water. Occasionally, a group of bright-colored carps slid past. Back then, the Old Man with a blade had been suppressed at the bottom of the lake for many years. When he saw the light of day again, he picked up the nickname "Nine Swords Yellow" again. At that time, the eldest sister was still in Gangnam-do, the second sister was still studying at the Shangyin Academy, and Xu Xiao was not that old yet. He himself was still full of longing and daydreaming about Jianghu. Sui Xie Gu ate quickly, drank quickly, and ate even faster. Soon, he was eating the second "Thunder of Thousand Gullies". Looking at the absent-minded Hsu Fengnian, he sneered, "When we first met, all three of your legs were trembling. Now that you've defeated Wang Xianzhi, you're really like a beggar who has obtained a mountain of gold and silver. You're incomparably extravagant now that you're sitting in the same pavilion as This Old Man, yet you still dare to daydream."
Hsu Fengnian mentioned the last sword. It was one of the Three Talisman Swords of Mount Longhu three hundred years ago. It had been hidden in the Tide-listening Pavilion for many years. It could be said that no one knew about it, but it still shone brightly after being unsheathed. Hsu Fengnian thought for a while and called for the maidservant who had not gone far to retrieve two other good swords. Sui Xie Gu did not care about this and joked, "It's said that the Tide-listening Pavilion has a sword rack with six peerless swords. This time, two of them are among the top ten swords in the world. One is' Fuji 'and the other is' Shudao '. when This Old Old Man will open his eyes? The more you hide it, the more, the more, the more This Old will be hungry. be careful. he might steal it. when he can't. Others might not be able to get within ten meters of you, but it shouldn't be difficult for me. "
Hsu Fengnian smiled, "It's not that I don't want to take out the Fuji and Shudao, it's that I can't. Those two swords are my second sister's favorite. She has been wiping them since she was young."
Sui Xie Gu finished eating the famous sword, Ravine Thunder, and burped. He squinted his eyes and smiled, "If This Old Man insists on eating it, what will you do?"
Hsu Fengnian smiled but did not say anything.
The old man stretched out a finger. His snow-white eyebrows that hung down to his knees were like spiritual snakes coiling around his finger.
The servant girl standing on the stone steps outside the pavilion suddenly felt a gloomy chill, as if someone had stuffed a handful of winter snow into her collar. She gently raised her eyebrows and looked at the young vassal king sitting quietly in the pavilion. For some reason, after seeing him, the chill faded a little. For a servant girl like her who was not on duty in Wutongin, the young man in front of her, who was said to be wearing the vassal king's embroidered robe in the near future, was so far away even though he was right in front of her eyes and within her reach. But everyone in Mount Qing Liang was already looking forward to him wearing the robe sent by the Golden Thread Weaving Bureau. They were guessing what color it would be. Would it be apricot yellow, or would it be pure blue like the General's robe? Would it be a round dragon or a rising dragon? Would it be made of Sichuan brocade or silk? Especially the women in the prince's mansion. No matter what age they were, they all felt that when he wore the vassal king's embroidered robe, he would be the most handsome man in the world. They also knew that the Imperial Court had once had the head eunuch of the Ceremony Directorate personally send over a jade-white embroidered robe. But he had only worn it once at the border before it was locked in a chest and completely banished to the cold palace.
The servant girl's mouth was slightly open. The pavilion where the prince and the Sword Eating Elder had been sitting just a moment ago had suddenly become empty after her momentary absent-mindedness. She did not even feel the slightest breeze. The two of them had disappeared into thin air before her eyes.
On the lake between the Tide-listening Pavilion and the pavilion in the middle of the lake, Hsu Fengnian had his back to the armory as he flew backwards. Although his figure was only a fleeting glimpse, in the eyes of the spectators in the shadows, it was still an indescribable elegance.
Three zhang in front of him was Sui Xie Gu with one hand behind his back. His two long eyebrows, like a dragon's beard, fluttered in the wind.
The two of them did not attack. The illusory Hsu Fengnian once again paused after reaching the shore. At the same time, Sui Xie Gu's slightly leaning figure also appeared in everyone's line of sight.
These two people, who stood at the peak of Jianghu despite the great difference in age, still did not openly attack each other. However, the distance between the two of them had already shrunk to two zhang.
Nothing can be done more than three times.
Hsu Fengnian stopped in front of the Tide-listening Pavilion's three layers of signboards and did not retreat any further.
Sui Xie Gu laughed loudly, but he did not insist on barging into the pavilion through the main door. Instead, he pushed off the ground with the tip of his foot and soared upwards.
In the blink of an eye, a strange scene appeared. The servant girl in the pavilion craned her neck to look. She saw that the white-browed immortal who had eaten the sword had returned to the Tide-listening Pavilion's platform. He even stretched out his single arm to pat his shoulder as if he was dusting off the dust.
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