Many years ago, there was a rich young man who was full of ambition for the first time in Jianghu. Unfortunately, it could not be considered a leisurely journey. He did not meet any fairy with fluttering clothes, nor did he meet any chivalrous heroes. He could only be considered to be at the bottom of Jianghu, which was like a rotten quagmire. Even three meals a day were a problem. That Jianghu trip was a complete mess. Then, he met a wooden sword ranger who sympathized with him. It could be said that no discord, no concord. When he was stealing melons, he met a fellow traveler. At first, both of them were scared half to death. After that, they became companions. Relying on the knowledge he had accumulated at home in his early years, he always liked to use some of the great principles he had read in books or heard from others to poke at the narrow-minded and shabby ranger. His words seemed to be sincere, but in reality, he mischievously told the guy who always liked to use his clothes to carefully wipe his wooden sword that all the famous swordsmen in the world valued their swords. However, that kind of value, in the final analysis, was because of the sword intent that extended from the three-foot-long sword in the hand. Which first-class swordsman valued the sword more than the person? If that guy really could not refute, he would only say, "That's someone else's sword. It's none of your business. It's not mine." If he was really forced, he would become angry out of humiliation and hold the wooden sword, threatening, "Do you really think that I don't have a few trump cards in Jianghu?" He would often provoke him by saying, "Come at me if you have the ability." In the end, he would definitely be chased by that guy with the wooden sword. He would say things like "monkey plucks peach, black tiger plucks heart" and so on. In fact, he was just using the wooden sword to scare people. What really annoyed him was that there were several times when he was squatting on the ground in the wilderness "to his heart's content." That guy would always jump out at the wrong time and say that he wanted to show him a new set of peerless swordsmanship. As long as he did not praise people until his mouth was dry, that bastard who took advantage of people's difficulties would definitely not stop practicing his swordsmanship. That time when they traveled the Jianghu together, in short, it was during the martial arts competition for a spouse. That guy had rushed up to the arena in high spirits and was beaten down dejectedly. After that, not only did he have to carry that guy out of the arena amidst laughter and rolling eyes, he also had to be responsible for being that guy's practice target. Only then could that bastard, who was determined to become the world's number one swordsman, regain his composure and continue to be in high spirits. Then, he would go to other places to be beaten. That guy had too many small problems. When he met "Gu Liang", who fell in love with him at first sight, he always had to pretend to be her study companion. He always had to lie that the scrawny horse was his mount. If he asked the village women for a few bowls of water to quench his thirst, that guy with a smoking throat would not have the consciousness to repay the kindness of a drop of water. On the contrary, he might even burn the bridge after crossing the river. When he risked his body to be taken advantage of by the village women, he would loudly ask if the man in the house was dead. If he was not dead, he would quickly come out to see the wild man stealing his wife. There were several times when they were almost beaten to death by groups of farmers carrying hoes in the village. Every time he was humiliated or tactfully rejected by the woman he liked, that guy would lose his soul and lie on the ground like a corpse. He did not know whether that guy was heartbroken or not. Anyway, as a spectator, he was really tired. One or two times was fine, but why didn't he learn his lesson after seventeen or eighteen times? You used a f * cking straw rope to hang a wooden sword on your waist. Every time you squatted by the water, you would ask me and Old Huang if I was handsome or not. You would roll your eyes and nod helplessly when you saw us. Do you really think that you are handsome and suave? Those girls with big buttocks and big breasts you met halfway and made you drool had to cry and beg to marry you? In this day and age, young ladies who are slightly more well-off have discerning eyes. Do you think that just because you ride that inferior horse over there, you won't be able to see the miserable scene of your pair of tattered straw sandals exposing the toes of your tattered straw shoes? Those women would be able to tell how many copper coins you had in your pocket with just a quick glance, as if you were wasting money. Later, they met a rich family, a young lady who liked to call herself a heroine. With great difficulty, they were able to live lavishly for a period of time. Finally, they were able to eat proper food in a restaurant. They drank big bowls of wine and ate big chunks of meat. They lamented that their bodies reeked of alcohol and their mouths were greasy meat. This was the kind of life a hero should lead. Later, the girl squandered all the money, and their days began to be tight again. They thought that you would be depressed for a long time, but they did not expect that you would eat the sour dried beans that you stole from the village's grain drying field. You also said that you tasted the long-lost meat aroma. There was no banquet in the world that lasted forever. First, you said a few words to the girl and gave her half a bag of copper coins that you had secretly saved. After that, you pretended to be a man. That night, you were so distressed that you could not sleep. She teased you and asked you if you wanted to come back. In the end, you angrily picked up the wooden sword and cut it. Finally, you squatted on the ground and sighed bitterly, saying that it was two different things. It was one thing to treat the girl as a friend and be willing to give her as much as she had. You generously squandered all your money. It was another thing to feel distressed. It was the same thing to have two different feelings. It was not contradictory. In the end, the two of them also had to part. That night, sitting on the stone steps of the ruined temple, the nameless wanderer hugged the wooden sword and said that he did not have any savings left. He only had the wooden sword. Even if he was a brother, he could not give the sword away because he would have to rely on it to make a living. He would have to make a name for himself and become one of the best swordsmen in the world. He also vowed that after he made a name for himself, he would definitely return what he owed in the past two years. He, Wen Hua, did not have the habit of owing people. He joked that there was no need to return it. He did not expect it. The guy who had never gone to private school and had never read books still said the same thing. Brothers should settle accounts clearly. You gave without asking for anything in return, but I, Wen Hua, would not really laugh and act as if nothing had happened. They were two different things.
That time in the extremely destitute Jianghu, Old Huang was not skilled at all. That little girl, Li You, dreamed of becoming a heroine even in her dreams. Wen Hua, on the other hand, was a half-baked swordsman.
However, many years later, Hsu Fengnian realized that it was like a jar of old wine. After drinking it, the aftertaste would always be there.
That Jianghu, which was full of poor and destitute people, was much more memorable than the wonderful Jianghu that Hsu Fengnian yearned for when he was young. It was the kind of Jianghu where he could leap over roofs and vault over walls and step on snow without leaving a trace. It was a dark and windy night where he could kill people.
Tuoba Bodhisattva's expression kept changing. How did Hsu Fengnian end this sword?
Tuoba Bodhisattva snorted coldly and retreated out of the city.
He originally wanted to enter the city quickly after Hsu Fengnian's unreasonable sword's momentum weakened from its peak. He wanted to return the favor on the spot with a thunderous momentum.
At that moment, it would truly be a matter of life and death.
However, Tuoba Bodhisattva was stunned on the spot. It was not because Hsu Fengnian had a backup plan. The sword's momentum was still rising steadily. It was the exact opposite. In the end, that sword only had Qi Yun and not the slightest bit of sword energy.
Hsu Fengnian stood still with his sword in his arms. He could not stop laughing.
Wen Hua, did you see that? Your Jianghu, your wooden sword, easily beat a master like Tuoba Bodhisattva out of the city.
Hsu Fengnian inserted the wooden sword into the ground and raised his arms. The ancient sword "Fang Sheng" and the famous blade "Qi Yun" flew from the hands of Six-jewel Bodhisattva in the inner city and the outer city respectively. He held them gently.
Hsu Fengnian stepped forward. Before he left the city, he turned his head and looked at the wooden sword. He laughed softly, "Next, it's mine."
The yellow sand of the desert spun for thousands of miles.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
