Although it was said to be one night watch, the sword that could split rivers and slay dragons did not even need one night watch to return.
Old Man Li's sword broke the sky for no reason, as if he had returned to the highest state of martial arts. Without any surprise, he floated back to the bow and threw Xiu Dong back to Hsu Fengnian. He looked at the river and the cliff, as if he had untied the knot in his heart. He smiled bitterly and then walked into the cabin silently.
Lü Qiantang, who was watching the tide and practicing his heavy sword, was stunned by this sword. He finally remembered the carefree senior who stepped on the tide of the Guangling River a long time ago. Not to mention a strong swordsman like Lü Qiantang, even Wei Shuyang, who had abandoned his sword to cultivate Taoism, could not help but have his hair and beard fluttering. Which young man would not want to follow Sword God Li's footsteps in Jianghu? Đồng Thái was the new Sword God, but he was not as intimidating and convincing as Li Chungang. Đồng Thái was half immortal and half demon, like a celestial being who was millions of miles away from the earth. After his debut, he had only fought with Wang Xianzhi, Cao Guanzi, and a few others. After that, there were some scattered rumors, which made people think about it.
However, Sword God Li of the older generation had made a name for himself in Jianghu with his sword, especially the love and hate entanglements he had with women. Many of the younger generation yearned for him. For example, the old Taoist priest Wei Shuyang remembered that when Li Chungang was at the peak of his martial arts, there was a female poet who admired him and wrote countless poems. She praised Li Chungang for destroying the First Peak of Zhongnan with his flying sword, said that the green snake in his sleeve was bold, and even said that his three-foot spirit was like Ancestor Lu, standing up for the heavens and the people. All of this was in the past. She was old and her hair had turned white. She had been buried in a lonely grave, but before she died, she did not forget to ask her descendants to burn her poems.
When Sword God Li was still in Jianghu, there were countless of her, who became the weak water, but he did not take any of them. Back then, there were many people and many things in Jianghu, just like them. Their glory was gone.
Shu Xiu, who had always been fearless, had sweat seeping out of her nose. She looked at the river surface closing up again and the boat gradually stopped swaying left and right. She turned to look at Lü Qiantang beside her and asked in a trembling voice, "So this old man is really a senior who can compete with Immortal Qi?"
Even though Qi Xuanzhen had ascended to immortality tens of years ago, even if he wasn't a daoist from the Longhu Mountain, when his descendants mentioned him, they didn't dare to directly refer to him by his name. They all referred to him as Immortal Qi. This was the strength of those at the Celestial Phenomenon Realm.
Lü Qiantang, whose soul had almost been scattered by that sword, said in a low voice, "You still don't know who he is?"
Although Shu Xiu was almost 30 years old, she was still a little naive and unaffected. It was unknown whether it was because she was proficient in the art of seduction or because it was her nature. She pouted out of habit and said coquettishly, "How would I know? The senior can't be Đồng Thái."
Lü Qiantang was annoyed that the sword was so mysterious that he did not see any clues. In addition, this Dongyue swordsman had always disliked Shu Xiu's pretentious attitude, so his tone was a little heavier. "A Southern Barbarian is just a frog at the bottom of a well!"
Shu Xiu reached out and brushed her hair behind her ear. She tilted her head and smiled coquettishly. "Oh, Dongyue is not a Barbarian Land? That senior is so amazing that our Sword God Lu thinks so highly of him? "
Lü Qiantang turned his head gloomily. What kind of Sword God was he? This woman from the Southern Barbarian Land really wanted to taste the sharpness of the Red Cloud Sword?!
Wei Shuyang, who happened to be beside the two, shook his head and did not say anything to persuade them. He went straight to His Royal Highness. Hsu Fengnian sat at the bow of the boat. He untied the double sabers and put them aside. He reached out and teased the Vajra and Bodhisattva. The two little guys' tongues were born with hooks. A light lick would leave a series of scratches on his hands. Hsu Fengnian could not stand the endless torment of the siblings. Not only was he slightly injured, but his ivory white silk cuffs had already become ragged. He picked up the Spring Thunder Saber and let the young Kui King Kong hold it with its four claws. It was obvious that this male Kui was more lively. Wei Shuyang could not stand and talk to His Royal Highness who was sitting. He sat cross-legged and said emotionally, "Your Highness, I was lucky enough to read Wudang's Deed of Thorough Comprehension in my old age. Today, I met Old Sword God Li's godly ability to cut two thousand feet of the river. I have no regrets in this life."
Hsu Fengnian smiled and said, "Grandpa Wei, tell me, is Old Man Li's sword referring to the Celestial Phenomenon or the Celestial Phenomenon?"
Wei Shuyang shook his head and said, "It has the meaning of an Earth Immortal. I really don't dare to say that Old Sword God Li is the Celestial Phenomenon. "
Hsu Fengnian leaned against the wooden wall and joked, "Won't this sword be able to break through hundreds of armors? If two armies are facing each other and there are three or four Old Men Li who take the lead to attack, how can the battle be fought? "
Wei Shuyang smiled and said, "Your Highness, how many Sword Gods Li have there been in Jianghu in the past hundred years? How many Celestial Phenomenon Realm masters are willing to be bound by military law? Being trapped in the army is not suitable for cultivation. "
Hsu Fengnian nodded and said, "Indeed, who can trouble Wang Xianzhi Đồng Thái to charge and break through the enemy's lines? During the Spring and Autumn War, I heard that the Royal Uncle of Western Shu who had outstanding swordsmanship did not hesitate to sacrifice himself to fight the enemy and killed six hundred Steel Cavalry. However, he could not fight against the following Steel Cavalry and died in the crossbow formation. The Jianghu of martial artists is like the Yanzi River from before. Under the water, there are hidden reefs and teeth protruding. On the water, there are peaks competing with each other. As for who can be as unreachable as Lu Dongxuan, it is even more of a skill. And the army, which was all for the sake of war, became the vast body of water that we were in. Hundreds of rivers and thousands of streams converged. Unless it was a famous general like Xu Xiao who became a lonely island, otherwise, no matter how capable you were, you would fall under the thousands of troops. Before Xu Xiao led the army to trample on the pugilistic world, martial artists and soldiers despised each other. It could not be said that they were superior. Now, the pugilistic world really did not have the confidence to challenge the army. Mount Longhu was conferred the title of the chief of the world's Taoist sects. The Two Zen Temples produced a black-clothed monk who was friends with His Majesty. Only then was the decline of Buddhism restored. The three sects of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism continued to be a tripartite balance of forces. The masters of these three sects strived to appear in the world. Occasionally, they would appear in the world and turn the tide. In Xu Xiao's army, there are few Jianghu people who agree with Beiliang and hold the Commander's Seal. "
Wei Shuyang seemed to be immersed in the lingering charm of the old God of Swords and his sword. He was a little absent-minded, but it could be seen that the old Taoist priest's face was full of joy, like a child who had received a stick of candied haws. It was very simple and there was no great reason to speak of. It was hard to imagine that with Wei Shuyang's position in the Way of Nine Pecks of Rice and his age, he still had such a childlike heart. No matter how down and out Li Chungang's appearance was, Wei Shuyang was only concerned about the three swords. The water droplets formed a line to break the water armor, the small umbrella as the sword, the immortal kneeled down with one sword, and today's Fairy Sword. In the old Taoist priest's opinion, it was truly worthy of the poetic comment of a bold green snake on the sleeve. It was no wonder that as long as the world was not peaceful, the Jianghu would not be peaceful. It was because everyone wanted to be like Lu Dongxuan and Li Chungang who met with injustice and found peace.
Jiang Ni was not confident that he could win against the two young strange beasts. He felt that the scenery of the river that he was obsessed with before was not so beautiful anymore. He returned to the cabin discouraged and saw Old Man Li sitting on the chair without saying a word. While he was half asleep and half awake, Jiang Ni picked up a secret manual and looked at it absent-mindedly for a while. He asked softly, "Are you planning to teach him how to use the sword?"
Li Chungang raised his eyelids and laughed, "There's no harm in teaching him a few small tricks. This Old Man is nice to him, isn't it so that you won't be bullied? Still the same words, as long as you're willing to practice the sword with This Old Man, even if Young Xu has mastered the sword, you can still kill him. "
Jiang Ni hesitated for a while and changed the topic, "Your swordsmanship seems to be really scary."
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