Ever since Wang Sheng entered Beimang, she had been running behind Mr. Nangong. Many times, she had to stop and was required to run her Qi. The girl had fainted seven or eight times. She was like a smart child who met the most demanding private school teacher, who wanted the child to recite the classics in her sleep, regardless of whether it would spoil the growth or not. It should be noted that except for the red sandalwood sword case, Wang Sheng's other famous swords could only slightly hide the Sword Qi in their scabbards. Every time the girl was exhausted and her Qi was disordered, the unruly famous swords of the past would come out to add fuel to the fire. The thin sword "Moose Fish", the three-inch blade "Dogwood" forged by the Confucian Sage of the old Northern Han, the Taoist talisman sword "Yellow Crane", the sword that pierced through the abdomen of the Emperor of Dongyue in the past, the "Xiao Diao" with the tip of the sword exhaled like spring thunder, the "Youyou" sword that clashed with the Sword Qi of other famous swords, and the "Goose Yellow" sword that was as lively as a girl in love. The sword case and the seven swords made Wang Sheng look like a funny hedgehog. As she and Elder Nangong headed north, there was no lack of discerning Northern Mang experts who wanted to kill and rob them. Elder Nangong never cared if the young girl could deal with them or not, always watching with folded arms. Only when Wang Sheng was injured by sword energy that was like a flood bursting through a dike, would he save the young girl. Then, he would tail those extremely unlucky Northern Mang martial practitioners from a distance that was neither too far nor too close. Every time the young girl leisurely woke up, she would be thrown into the battlefield by Elder Nangong, repeating this process until Wang Sheng successfully killed someone. Before this, in Eastern Jinzhou, the two had encountered a Beimang cavalry of more than a thousand people. Mr. Nangong also threw her directly into the battlefield. Wang Sheng, who could only control three or four swords at most, was in a frenzy and killed more than 300 Beimang cavalrymen with seven swords. Her life was hanging by a thread. When she was about to use all the swords in the sword case, Mr. Nangong rushed into the battlefield and knocked her unconscious. When Wang Sheng woke up, she found that the Beimang barbarians were all dead and Mr. Nangong, whose clothes were as clean as new, was standing among the corpses.
On the top of the mountain, Bai Hu 'er led the horse and looked into the distance. She asked, "Do you know why the saber is always inferior to the sword?"
Wang Sheng shook his head. If her master wanted her to practice the sword, then she would practice the sword. His master had once said that he was the best "sword embryo" in the world, and that it would be a pity if he didn't practice the sword. In fact, Wang Sheng felt somewhat regretful. Although his master often used swords, his master's martial path had begun with saber training. Therefore, Wang Sheng would occasionally envy the glib-tongued Lu Yunzhang. Especially when she heard that Elder Nangong, who wore the Spring Thunder Embroidered Winter Twin Sabers on his waist, had once given a saber to her master who had traveled the Jianghu twice. This made the young girl even more reluctant to tell others.
Bai Hu 'er patted Wang Sheng's head and said softly, "People are afraid of being serious, and things are afraid of being serious. Wang Sheng, if you don't want to be his dispensable disciple for the rest of your life, then think about this problem carefully. "
Although Wang Sheng did not understand, he still nodded his head out of habit.
Bai Huer smiled and said, "There are millions of swords in the world, and they all have a master. As long as you can defeat her in the future, your master will have a whole new level of respect for you. In this world, there has never been a woman who has become the most powerful person in the world. "
Wang Sheng exclaimed in surprise and said timidly, "Elder Nangong, are you talking about that West Chu princess with the surname Jiang? But she has been able to fly on her sword for a long time. I can't defeat her, right? And … and I heard that she's really good-looking … "
Bai Hu 'er sighed and said, "You silly girl."
Wang Sheng tiptoed slightly and fastened the few loose swords tightly. He then looked up and smiled at Elder Nangong and said, "Sir, if my master is no longer the most powerful person in the world in the future, you can take his place."
Bai Hu 'er patted the young girl's head and said helplessly, "You're really silly."
Wang Sheng hesitated for a moment and finally plucked up the courage to ask, "Sir, can I ask you a question?"
Bai Hu 'er said softly, "You want to ask why you came to Beimang?"
Wang Sheng nodded slightly.
The most beautiful woman in the world raised her head slightly and laughed heartily. "Wang Sheng, do you know what realm I'm in? I'm still stuck at the Mysterious Finger level. When I left the Tide-listening Pavilion, it's not that I couldn't reach the Celestial State, nor that I couldn't become a master in the next martial arts evaluation. It's just that to me, as long as I'm not the most powerful person in the world, it's meaningless! "
Bai Hu 'er loosened the reins and gently pressed her hands on the hilts of the Spring Thunder and Winter Embroidered Sabers. He took a step forward and said, "Just one more step."
This was the first time the young girl Wang Sheng saw Elder Nangong in such high spirits.
It was really beautiful.
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The Dongyue Sword Pool had countless engravings on the Legendary Cliff. Among them, the two words "Sword Pool" in the ancient seal script of the Great Qin Dynasty and "Deep Water, High Mountain, Long Sword Qi" written by Cao Sheng of the Dafeng Dynasty were the most charming.
Beside the Sword Pool, there were mountains and rocks. The water in the pool was green and the water rose and fell. The height of the water varied throughout the year. However, what was special about the Sword Pool was that during the rainy seasons of spring and summer, the water level of the Sword Pool would decrease and fall. The seven words "Deep Water, High Mountain, Long Sword Qi" could be seen from top to bottom. On the contrary, during the second half of the "Rootless Heavenly Water" season, the height of the water did not drop the word "Deep", leaving only the solitary word "Water" in sight. The Song Family of the Sword Pool had existed for more than six hundred years, much longer than the Dongyue Kingdom. However, ever since the Wu Family's Sword Tomb appeared, the Sword Pool, a holy land of swords, had become a place of regret in the eyes of many. Unlike the Wu Family's Sword Tomb, which worshipped ancient swords, the Song Family had persisted in the principle of "the old man is better than the new sword, but the new sword is better than the old" in the hands of the previous grandmaster, Song Nianqing. Every swordsman of the Song Family who had achieved success in swordsmanship had to throw his old sword into the Sword Pool before leaving for Jianghu and personally go to the Sword Furnace to forge a new sword. Outsiders had always been puzzled by this and felt that it was a beautiful wish of "the old man, the new sword".
After Song Nianqing's death, Chai Qingshan, who had once been the guest of Prince Zhao Yi of Guangling, returned to the Sword Pool after being expelled. This grandmaster of swordsmanship who had never had a disciple had finally "belatedly" taken in two disciples. The young man was a brilliant disciple of the Song Family and the young girl was an unpolished jade covered in dust. The three of them stood on a huge rock of the Spring God Lake in the Sword Pool that was engraved with the words "the enemy of ten thousand". The rock was as large as a small mountain, square and extremely majestic. The old man without a sword lowered his head and looked at the deep and ancient spring water. His voice was hoarse as he said, "My senior brother was defeated by Li Chungang back then. He didn't commit suicide, but rather, he died from injuries. The family head, Song Nianqing, had died in the pugilistic world outside the Sword Pool last year. It wasn't because he had died of old age, but because he had used all of his fourteen new swords. He had even sacrificed his life to use a sword at the level of an Earth Immortal. However, he was still killed openly. I'm telling you these two things because I want you to understand one thing. Other than the Sword Tomb of the Wu Family, there are many swordsmen who don't care about the Sword Pool. There are many more than you can imagine. "
Chai Qingshan probably felt that this truth was too cruel for the two children. He laughed and said self-deprecatingly, "Other than an old man like me, the Sword Pool has a reputation in Jianghu. You should call him Senior Brother, Li Yibai, he has no hope of reaching the peak of swordsmanship. Compared to people of the same age like Wu Liuding of the Sword Tomb, swordsman Cuihua and Qi Xianxia of Longhu Mountain, the gap is not only in swordsmanship and sword moves, but also in vision and breadth of mind. So you are the last seeds of the Sword Pool. Tell me, is there anyone you must surpass when practicing swordsmanship? "
The youth with a jade-like face had a lively personality. He smiled brightly and said, "First, Senior Brother Li Yibai, then you, Master. After that, we will go to the Sword Tomb of the Wu Family and look for Đồng Thái. If we can't find him, we will go to Beiliang..."
At this point, the youth pointed at the girl beside him and complained, "Master, Junior Sister is no different from many of the girls in the Sword Pool. She secretly admires the King of Beiliang, Hsu Fengnian. Every time we gather and talk about that guy, they, tsk tsk, their eyes are like the water of the pool under our feet, green and shiny! Master, this is too outrageous. That guy surnamed Xu is the mortal enemy of our Sword Pool. In any case, there isn't a man in the Sword Pool who doesn't want to use a sword to kill Hsu Fengnian. "
The girl's delicate face flushed red. She flew into a rage out of humiliation and shouted, "Song Tinglu, shut your stinky mouth. No one will treat you as a mute!"
Then, the girl looked at her master guiltily, afraid that she would make her master unhappy.
Chai Qingshan dismissed it with a smile and said with emotion, "It's not a bad thing that love lasts for a long time. Hsu Fengnian, has he become the Li Chungang in the hearts of my generation? "
At this moment, an old woman with white hair and vicissitudes of life staggered over.
Chai Qingshan and the youth walked down from the boulder. The youth ran over to help the old woman and shouted with a smile, "Great-grandmother, are you here to enjoy the scenery while the sun is good?"
The old woman stroked the youth's head with a kind gaze. "Tinglu, remember to learn the sword well from your master. You have to be diligent. As for whether you can master it or not, it's up to you. Remember, if you go out in the future, you have to come home properly."
Chai Qingshan nodded in greeting. The old woman smiled and nodded.
After the three of them left, the old woman sat by the pool with a serene bearing. She smiled and said, "Nianqing, I used to wait for you. I waited for many years and many times. No matter how long it took, I would always be able to wait for you to come home."
She folded her skinny hands on her knees. Her red hair from back then had gradually turned white. In her life, she was used to staring at his back. The words between husband and wife might not even be as much as the teachings between husband and disciple.
Every time he left the Sword Pool and returned to the Sword Pool.
She would stand at the entrance of the Sword Pool.
He never looked at her.
She did not regret it.
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