The abject man retracted his gaze and looked at the flying sword that had broken free from the shackles of heaven. He said regretfully, "It turns out that a thousand years of immortality is a step further than Ancestor Lu. In the end, it's just a joke. I had no choice but to accept you as my disciple. Forget it, forget it. In this world, all the scholars have their own destinies. It's time for the martial artists of Jianghu to have an end. I will be the first, Cao Changqing will be the second, and as for who will be the last, I hope it will be you. Remember, in the future, when you meet someone called Yu Dilong, don't show mercy. Just don't think about attaining Dao and ascending in the future. Take a step back and try to make yourself famous in history. "
After saying this, the man disappeared.
The child with a rosy face looked around blankly. Grandpa continued to wipe the table. The pedestrians on the road continued to move forward. The world continued to be lively.
The flying sword also disappeared along with it.
The child looked down. Only the half broken white bowl in his hand clearly told him that the encounter just now was not a daydream. The child whispered, "My name is Gou Youfang."
He heard a voice.
The child suddenly looked up and saw an ordinary-looking middle-aged uncle. The latter smiled and asked, "Is there still food in the shop?"
Gou Youfang quickly turned around and hid the broken bowl in his arms, "Sir, our shop's signature soup dumplings are gone, but we still have wonton and noodles."
The ordinary-looking middle-aged uncle didn't seem to care about the child and the half broken bowl at all. He just grinned and said, "Then give me a bowl of wonton and a plate of chili oil. Make it as spicy as possible."
The child smiled and said, "Okay, our chili oil can't even be eaten by the guests in Shu. I'm afraid that you will ask us for cold water."
The uncle suddenly looked embarrassed, "Waiter."
The clever child took the lead and said, "Just put it on the account!"
The uncle was still a little embarrassed, "It's best if you can put it on the account, but I'm in a hurry. I may not be able to come back here in a few years. This is troublesome."
The child smiled and said, "It doesn't matter. Our family's shop has been doing business in the city for 30 years. As long as you have the heart, it's fine even if it's 10 years later, let alone a few years. Of course, if you really forget, it's fine. It's just a bowl of wonton."
The child was not originally such a poor and generous person. It was just that he inexplicably met a strange person who called himself Xie Guanying and became that person's disciple. After all, the child was still young. No matter how steady his temperament was, he was still somewhat happy.
The uncle glanced at the child and suddenly reached out to pinch the child's shoulder and arm a few times. He clicked his tongue and said, "The one with the surname Xie does have some luck. Could it be the final radiance of the setting sun? You can pick up scraps like this? Otherwise, even I, Đồng Thái, would be offended. "
The uncle squinted his eyes and chuckled, "Little brother, I see that you have a good constitution …"
The corner of the child's mouth twitched as he said helplessly, "Sir, I really don't practice martial arts. Please don't take me in as a disciple. It's just a bowl of wontons … Grandpa, this guest wants a bowl of wontons!"
The grandpa on the other side responded and went to get busy.
The uncle waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, I already have a disciple. That kid likes to get jealous. If he knew, he would roll his eyes at me. However, I don't have the habit of eating for free. The one with the surname Xie used half a bowl to exchange for your basket of buns. Then I, Đồng Thái, will use a box of new swords to exchange for your bowl of wontons."
After saying this, the uncle took out a small wooden box without any explanation. It was made of ordinary white wood. At first glance, it was obvious that it was not a precious item. Whether the items inside were valuable or not was even more obvious.
The middle-aged man's face was clearly a little embarrassed. The sword box that he gave to His Royal Highness was a top quality red sandalwood that he stole from the Wu family's sword tomb. When he wandered the Jianghu, where would he go to make money?
However, the sword box was very different. The pocket-sized flying swords hidden in the box definitely did not drop in value.
Đồng Thái threw the wooden box to the child and said, "Little brother, your 'strength' is actually enough. When you have time, play with the items in the small box more often. I'm sure you'll be able to figure out the knack of it very quickly."
The flying swords were very sharp. Moreover, if Đồng Thái used a little trick, they would be able to open the box and move. They would definitely drink blood and recognize him as their master. Ordinary martial artists did not have the unique 'strength' that the child had. Even if their entire body was covered in blood, they would still not be able to command the sword.
Đồng Thái was not in a hurry to kill Xie Guanying. Instead, he leisurely sat at the table and waited for the bowl of wontons.
When the bowl of wontons was brought over, the child gathered his courage and carefully asked, "Senior, I just thought about it. I think you're actually the Peach Blossom Sword God, right?"
Đồng Thái was not surprised at all. He nodded and said, "The one with the surname Xie caused such a big commotion. I'm sure you saw the flying sword that entered the city. That's why you asked, right?"
The child scratched his head and said, "Didn't Senior Sword God say his name just now?"
Đồng Thái was speechless. He lowered his head and ate the wontons.
As he ate, he was even more unwilling to raise his head. He had accidentally poured all the chili oil into the wontons. Now, he was sweating profusely and could not take it anymore. However, it was too difficult for the Peach Blossom Sword God to ask Đồng Thái to use his Qi to hide his embarrassment. To put it bluntly, it was not in line with his original intention and sword intent. To put it bluntly, it was because Đồng Thái did not have the demeanor of an expert.
Đồng Thái finally finished eating the big bowl of wontons with great difficulty. Only then did he feel relieved. He raised his head and said seriously, "Little brother, if you pick up and practice the sword in the future and decide to walk down the path of the sword, then you have to remember that the sword is not a saber. Even if you have already left the battlefield and given up your position to the saber, and even in the future, when you are in the imperial court and officials like to wear sabers as decorations, regardless of the changes in the world, the sword is still the sword. The sword has two edges. Therefore, when you use the sword against your enemies, other than killing with one edge, you can also use the other for self-reflection …"
At this point, Đồng Thái's expression changed slightly. "Let's not talk about this anymore. I have something to do. If fate wills it, we'll meet again in the future. Also, you juniors do not have to take the grudges of the elders seriously. Live as you should. In the Jianghu, no matter how other martial artists live, we, who use the sword, cannot have too much hostility. Otherwise, even if your cultivation is divine, you will not be considered a true immortal. "
Đồng Thái stood up and turned around. He quickly exhaled. This spicy oil was truly formidable.
The reason why this Peach Blossom Sword Deity didn't continue nagging was because of the spicy oil and because he really didn't know how to reason with others.
Đồng Thái reached out his hand and pointed. A flying sword appeared in the southern sky. In the next moment, he stood on top of the flying sword. One man and one sword disappeared in an instant.
In the entire Martial Thearch City, only that child called Gou Youfang noticed this scene.
In the first hundred years, there were Li Chungang, Wang Xianzhi, Hsu Fengnian, and Xuanyuan Qingfeng.
It was like the Spring and Autumn War, where heroes rose together.
In the next hundred years, there were only two.
It was also like the Xin Dynasty, where two kingdoms confronted each other in the Central Plains.
After those two became famous and were regarded as the world's no.1 martial artist, they made a promise of ten years and fought six times. The outcome was a tie.
Every time, after one of them won a battle, the other person would turn the situation around in the next battle.
Yu Dilong wasn't truly invincible. There was still Gou Youfang in this world!
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