The old man rubbed his earlobe and mocked, "Practice the knife? Let's not talk about the little Wudang chief who entered Celestial Phenomenon in one step. How can you compare to Wu Liuding who can lift a mountain with a pole? You still have the heart to practice the knife? Practice my ass. With your cultivation speed, you can only eat the dust behind these geniuses for the rest of your life. As the son of Ren Tu and Wang Fei, don't you feel ashamed? "
Hsu Fengnian smiled calmly and said, "What's there to be ashamed of? As long as the knife is in your hand, it's a mess. As long as you put in effort, there's nothing to complain about. How is Xu Xiao a top martial arts master? Isn't it the same for the family business? My second sister was angry at me for practicing the saber because she was afraid that I would go crazy and abandon my home for the sake of practicing the saber. However, there are some things that can't be discussed on paper. The Shangyin Academy is the best example. Talking fast can only be a contest of strength between wise men. Once you meet a boor, you have to rely on your fists and knives to reason. There are only a few knowledgeable people in the world, and even fewer people with great knowledge. "
The old God of Swords smiled and said, "That makes sense. This Old Man also doesn't like Confucian scholars to talk. Qi Xuanzhu had such a bad temper back then, but he's a freak outside of common sense. He can reason with extravagant words and also slay demons and devils to become a Taoist priest. If he didn't have any tricks up his sleeve, who would be willing to listen to his lectures? "
On the back of Xu Fengnian's feet lay two naughty little Tiger Kui, who were dozing off because they were tired from running. Xu Fengnian bent down and squatted down, reaching out his hand to stroke the two cubs.
The old God of Swords suddenly stopped talking.
Hsu Fengnian stood up, waking up the two cubs. They continued to jump happily at the bow of the ship. Hsu Fengnian asked curiously, "Old senior, can you really fly the sword?"
The old man still looked up at the cliff without answering.
At the end of the ridge, the two cliffs were as neat as a knife. They were less than ten feet apart and were shaped like a door, allowing only one boat to pass through. That was the last Gate of Hell. On the mountain rock were the four words "Ghost Weeping Impregnable Pass". It was carved by the great Taoist Lu Dongxuan of Mount Wudang who ascended on a crane. Interestingly, Lu Dongxuan was known as one of the Three Immortals of Pill, Sword, and Poem. Not only was his swordsmanship superb, he was also a famous land Sword Immortal, at the same time, he was also proficient in alchemy.. Many poems and poems, but there were only eight words Calligraphy..... except Ghost Weeping Immortal Pass and Black Tortoise Rise... both....... and...
Out of the Gate of Hell, the view suddenly opened up. The Yanzi River, Shu River, and Canglan River converged. This was once the battlefield of the Three Kingdoms of Spring and Autumn. Since ancient times, it was a famous place where countless heroes fought. The river water changed from rapid to slow, and the river surface changed from narrow to wide. It was as if a lifetime had passed, falling from the netherworld to the world of the living, making people feel relaxed and happy.
Hsu Fengnian saw Old Man Li, who wore a smelly sheepskin coat all year round, coming out of the Gate of Hell. He was still turning his head to look at the four words "Ghost Wails Impregnable Pass" on the cliff. He was a little sad. When this God of Swords of the older generation in the Jianghu was not picking his feet, nose, or ear wax, especially when he was standing still and concentrating, Hsu Fengnian clearly remembered that he was Li Chungang. Even if his sword was broken and his arm was broken, he was still a celestial who once dominated the world of swordsmanship.
He heard the old man murmur, "This Old Man did many ridiculous things when he was young. He entered Vajra at sixteen, Finger Mystery at nineteen, and reached Celestial Phenomenon at twenty-four. He was known as a Sword Celestial talent that only appears once every five hundred years. When he first appeared in the Jianghu, he stepped on the tower and crossed the river under the gaze of millions of spectators. When he was twenty-four, he went to the Dongyue Sword Pool to challenge Wu Wei of the Plum Blossom Sword Sect. He humiliated that senior to the extreme and caused him to stretch his neck to commit suicide. When he was thirty-six, he claimed that he was invincible in the world and that the other four grandmasters were just fishing for fame. Even if Wang Xiu, the Green Robe of Fengdu and the Red Armor of Fu Jiang joined forces, they would still be defeated by my sword. Later on, I did not lose to them, but lost to the junior Wang Xianzhi. She left Fengdu to find me. This silly woman purposely let me pierce her chest with my sword. In order to save her, I went to Mount Longhu and asked Qi Xuanzhen for the Life-prolonging Golden Pill. However, before I reached the Devil Slaying Platform, she died. Before she died, she said that she did not want to live. She wanted to die in my arms. If she lived, we would be strangers again. She was unwilling. Even at that time, I still did not have the courage to say it. Without her, one sword, two swords, a hundred swords, ten thousand swords, so what? This Gate of Hell was the place where I first met her. At that time, I could already fly with my sword, but she was just a silly girl who had not yet learned martial arts. Later on, how she became the Green Robe of Fengdu, and why she became the Green Robe of Fengdu, I do not know. I only know that we will never meet again in this life. All kinds of glory and disgrace, all kinds of things, are like smoke in the wind. I like Little Jiang because I feel sorry for her. She climbed the Lotus Peak and went down the Devil Slaying Platform. I learned from Qi Xuanzhen that she was the daughter of my enemy. Since she was unfortunate enough to meet me and could not kill me, she wanted to die in my hands. The most bitter is lovesickness, the furthest is Yin and Yang. "
Hsu Fengnian was speechless. All kinds of deeds of the Sword God Li Chungang in the past were blurred in the past forty years. Qi Xuanzhen had already ascended, Wang Xianzhi stayed in the Martial Emperor City and never left the Eastern Sea, the Green Robe of Fengdu was already dead, and the Red Armor Talisman General seemed to have become a puppet. Those who were lucky enough to see the Sword God of the older generation, even if they were still alive, were mostly old people in their sixties.
It was just like the old saying of the Sword Immortal Ancestor Lu, that all glory and splendor would become an illusion when sleeping until the second or third night watch. Thinking of a hundred years later, no one would be an ancient person.
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