In the north of Jetliu Commandery in Youzhou, after hundreds or thousands of years of erosion by flowing water, the ground was fragmented and crisscrossed with gullies of different sizes. A dark-skinned young swordsman with a short stature was standing on a flat-roofed gully with a broad view. He was using his arm to wipe the long sword that had never been sheathed since it came out of the furnace. The name of the sword was Sheathless. Beimang had a good saber and a nameless sword, and Beimang had no swordsman in Jianghu. These were all recognized by Beimang Liyang. Although Jianghu Liyang was one of the few grandmasters of swordsmanship in the world and the Calm Disturbance was a famous weapon on the list of swordsmanship, Liyang Jianghu still thought that Beimang had no swordsmanship and even said that Beimang would still have no swordsmanship in another 100 years.
He was much more indifferent to this kind of thing than Jianghu Liyang, whose name was specially changed to imply that Beimang's swordsmanship was the combination of green and yellow. For him, practicing his own sword was more important than anything else. Besides, practicing swordsmanship was just practicing swordsmanship. As for the title of Earth Immortal or the number one in the world, he didn't need to think too much about it. Therefore, he never wasted his energy to think about things other than "swordsmanship". The sheathless sword in his hand was a new sword. It had no history or inheritance. The materials used to forge it and the craftsmanship of the swordsmith were not too bad. However, compared to those famous swords with interesting names on the list, it was definitely a far cry. There was a difference of at least eight thousand miles between them. However, the man who led him on the path of swordsmanship, who was unwilling to admit that he was his master, helped him pay for the casting of the sword before he left and said a lot of long-winded "last words" to him. He was like a dying man who just couldn't swallow his last breath and stayed up for a few days and nights. No matter how filial the younger generation was, he wouldn't be able to stand it.
"A sword is fine as long as it fits the hand. Once it fits the hand, it will be satisfactory. A swordsman who changes his sword back and forth will not be able to practice good swordsmanship. Of course, you might ask if a broken sword can't be replaced. Wrong, you don't believe me? You see, Liyang Li Chungang only has a Wooden Horse Ox. He can even open the Gate of Heaven with a sword. Is it wrong to learn from him? That can't be right? "
"Although I don't practice swordsmanship, I feel that when a swordsman chooses a sword, it's like a man looking for a wife. Love at first sight is the most important thing. You ah, hurry up and take a few more glances at the sword in your hand. I spent a few dozen taels of silver on it. You poor brat, do you dare to not fall in love at first sight? If you have the ability, try shaking your head and see if I don't break your arms and legs. If you don't even have this bit of eyesight, how can you still practice the sword?! I've wasted a few dozen taels of silver. "" From your expression, it seems that you don't want me to leave? Huh? Are you nodding or shaking your head? 'Damn it, if you don't want me to leave, can't you at least bring some money with you? A few copper coins will do.' Oh, so you want to ask me for a few sword manuals, but you're too embarrassed to ask? To tell you the truth, no! Brat, I'll leave you with one last sentence. Remember, don't think that just because I didn't take your money, you can ignore it. Practicing martial arts, whether it's practicing the sword or practicing the sword, these two words can break all logic. Ridiculous! You don't understand, do you? These two words are enough for you to ponder over for ten years. Who told you to have such poor comprehension? It's worse than when I was young. Otherwise, I would have taken you in as my disciple long ago. Since your comprehension is poor, don't blame me for being stingy. If you want to blame someone, blame your parents. "" That's all I have to say. Since I can't find a wife in Beimang, then I'll find one in Li Yang. Let's not meet again in the future. I'm afraid that when the time comes, my heart will ache for the sword money and I'll regret helping you pay the bill today. "
At that time, the swordsmith beside him was so angry that his face turned ashen. Let's not talk about the little pauper, but this big pauper is really your mother. It's fine if you say that eleven taels of silver is a few dozen taels, but you want to round it up and only pay ten taels? This kind of person, you're bragging so much in my sword shop, and you're even misleading people and teaching them 'ridiculous'? You're the most ridiculous person in the world! Then, the bad-tempered swordsmith finally couldn't take it anymore and scolded him on the spot. "It'd be strange if you could find a wife in Beimang. Hurry up and go to Li Yang to harm other girls. Then you'll be thanking the heavens and earth!"
The young swordsman stopped wiping his sword and looked into the distance with a slight smile on his face. If that unknown swordsmith back then knew of that guy's identity, he probably wouldn't have dared to scold him like that even if he was beaten to death.
Now, after Tuoba Bodhisattva became the number one in Beimang, he was still thought to be no match for Wang Xianzhi. No matter how much Tuoba Bodhisattva's cultivation improved over the years, he couldn't change this fact.
However, the previous number one in Beimang before Tuoba Bodhisattva mysteriously disappeared. Everyone in Beimang believed that he could definitely fight Wang Xianzhi to the death!
This genius who was hailed as the one in a thousand years in the grasslands was Huyan Daguan. He was a sect by himself.
And this swordsman who couldn't become Huyan Daguan's disciple was Tie Mu Die 'er. His ancestors were once the highest flying eagles in the grasslands. They even soared freely in the skies of the Central Plains.
Tie Mu Die 'er wasn't someone who would reminisce or reminisce about the past. He had a feeling that he most likely wouldn't be able to return to the grasslands this time.
He didn't feel much about the "dynasty" of Beimang. Most people in the grasslands were like that. A tent was a home, and a surname was a tribe. The reason why he got involved in this mess was because the Beimang Royal Court used his tribe to threaten him.
At that time, the ten of them joined forces to kill that Beiliang general with the surname Yan. Tie Qi 'er and Kou Ke' er died first. Tibing Shan 'er was abandoned by that little idea and died at a certain pass. Later, the seven of them fell into a deadlock again. Ah Hema, who always complained about not being able to drink, died laughing. Later, they almost succeeded in escaping danger under the lead of the Great Yue House. Unfortunately, they were discovered by a group of people who were said to be Qi cultivators. Two of the Beimang experts who had been famous for a long time died. Tie Mu Die 'er didn't even know their names. He only remembered that they both used sabers. One of them even helped him block a spear from the Beiliang expert. Now, only he, Tie Mu Die 'er, the Great Yue House teacher, the princess who always covered half of her face, and the gloomy old woman who had lost the flowers on her temples.
This should have been a great situation of a group of people ganging up on one person. Why did they lose so badly? The Great Yue House teacher said many things while escaping, but Tie Mu Die 'er forgot all about it. He only knew that they tried countless methods. At first, they scattered in all directions. Later, they tried their best to surround and attack. Later, they tried all kinds of ambushes and interceptions. In the end, it was all useless. From beginning to end, the Beiliang man, who was so strong that even Tie Mu Die 'er felt fear, used one method to hunt them down. Whoever stood in the northernmost position, he would target and kill them. He didn't seem to be in a hurry at all. He only used one spear. Before that, his opponent could use all their strength. If someone stood in the northernmost position, he wouldn't hesitate to change his target.
Generally speaking, martial arts masters who had reached the level of these ten people had extremely strong stamina and legs. If they were determined to escape, it wouldn't be easy for them to kill an enemy of the same level, even if they were more skilled. They would need to fight for a long time. But the problem was that the guy who only used an ordinary spear only needed one spear to kill. This was more fatal than anything else. Before he used his spear, he would rely on his strong body to wear them down. He would either dodge or meet force with force when he couldn't dodge in time. It was precisely because he had personally experienced how terrifying this person was that Tie Mu Die 'er understood why he often heard people say that there were only two kinds of experts in the world. One was Wang Xianzhi, and the other was all the martial artists led by Tuoba Bodhisattva.
Tie Mu Die 'er grinned. That man who said he was going to Li Yang to find a wife. In the current world, he, Tuoba Bodhisattva, and the King of Beiliang could be considered one kind of martial artists. Everyone else, including Tie Mu Die' er, was another kind.
A middle-aged man whose clothes were stained with blood squatted by the young swordsman's feet. He grabbed a handful of soil and put it in his mouth. He slowly chewed and smiled. "What happy things are you thinking about? Out of us four stray dogs, only you can smile, and it's so easy. "
Tie Mu Die 'er smiled. "I'm thinking about a man."
The scholarly man who was eating soil joked. "Tie Mu Die 'er, your words have a deep meaning. I really didn't see it before."
Tie Mu Die 'er chuckled.
The man who had fallen into disrepair also seemed to be in a leisurely mood. He said sarcastically, "In spring, the earth's energy flows, and the earth awakens. The yellow cotton soil in my mouth belongs to the children of the earth. They're still young. The one I tasted a few days ago is already old. "
Although he wasn't interested, Tie Mu Die 'er still listened attentively.
The man looked around and smiled warmly. He whispered mysteriously, "Since you're standing here, then you have a chance to live. It'll be difficult for the three of us. "
An old woman with a hunched back said eccentrically, "Great Music House, you're not in a bad mood either. You can even chat with Tie Mu Die 'er here. That little idea of ours is risking his life to buy us some precious time to breathe."
It was the Chess and Sword Music School's Mister First. The man laughed. "An inch of time is worth an inch of gold. Time is something that's always valuable. Of course, it's even more valuable now. The heads of the four of us added together should barely be worth ten thousand cavalrymen. Roughly speaking, ten thousand cavalry with ten years of life on the battlefield, that's … "
He suddenly stood up and said with a serious expression, "It's here."
Tie Mu Die 'er tightened his grip on his scabbard and said in a deep voice, "My sword will definitely be faster than the previous pass."
The old woman sneered. "So what if you have the elegance of a sword immortal? As long as we can't kill Xu Yanbing, we'll have to pay with our lives again today."
Great Music House patted the young swordsman's shoulder. "Your sword is getting faster and faster. Even if it's just a hair's breadth faster, it's still a good thing. Tie Mu Die 'er, you must trust yourself and your sword! "
The young man nodded.
His tanned face was dazzling under the sun.
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