On the opposite side of the stone table was the current head of the Dongyue Sword Pool, Chai Qingshan. Although Chai Qingshan's status in the pugilistic world and reputation in the Central Plains was much higher than the reclusive Sword Eating Ancestor, in terms of seniority in the pugilistic world, the seventy-year-old Chai Qingshan was still one or even two generations younger than Sui Xie Gu. Sui Xie Gu had once visited the Sword Pool when he was thirty and defeated an elder of the Sword Pool with the surname Song. The latter was already sixty years old at the time. Although he was defeated and his sword became Sui Xie Gu's delicacy, the elder still held Sui Xie Gu in high regard before he passed away. He saw Sui Xie Gu as a fellow swordsman. When the young Chai Qingshan entered the Dongyue Sword Pool as an outsider, he became the brother of the previous head of the Dongyue Sword Pool. He was taught by the previous head of the sect, Song Nianqing. Therefore, when he finally saw Sui Xie Gu in person today, Chai Qingshan bowed respectfully.
Sui Xie Gu recalled the past and said slowly, "Back then, whenever Li Chungang defeated a famous swordsman in the pugilistic world, I would follow closely behind and join in the fun. However, after some swordsmen lost to Li Chungang, their sword hearts were covered in dust and their sword wills were shattered. Naturally, I had an unfair advantage."
At this point, Sui Xie Gu glanced at Chai Qingshan and sneered, "Song Nianqing's father, your master, was such a person. He could not afford to lose and after being humiliated, he died in depression. On the other hand, although your Martial Granduncle's swordsmanship was not as good as his nephew's, his temperament was clearly more tenacious. After losing to me, he trained himself for twenty years. When we fought again, he still lost. But do you know what that hundred-year-old old man said with a smile when he saw me break his sword with his own eyes? "
Chai Qingshan shook his head.
Sui Xie Gu narrowed his eyes and sighed, "That old man laughed and said that his mother's life was only a hundred years. How could a three-foot sword be enough? This Old Man still wants to practice swordsmanship in his next life and the next hundred years! "
Chai Qingshan was silent but his mind was filled with longing.
Sui Xie Gu said calmly, "Speaking of which, your master's swordsmanship was destroyed. His heart was not strong enough. After all, as the head of a sect, especially in the Dongyue Sword Pool, which had a long history of swordsmanship, he probably had to bear the burden of his family's prosperity since he was in his mother's womb. Naturally, it was hard to let it go."
Chai Qingshan who was still the head of the Sword Sect sighed.....
Sui Xie Gu said, "It's even harder.."
Chai Qingshan was stunned....
At this moment, Hong Shuwen who did not leave North Jiebei City with Wang Zhi and Huang Xiaokuai, walked into the courtyard. He was holding a huge wooden box. His expression was as if someone owed him a million taels of silver. He slammed the wooden box on the stone table. He stared at Sui Xie Gu and said, "His Highness asked me to bring this to you. There are six swords in a box. Other than the two swords of Fu Ji of Shu, there are also the four swords of Jingshi and Dragon's Scale that were kept in Tide-listening Pavilion for many years."
Sui Xie Gu casually opened the wooden box, the sword Qi was dense, the small courtyard was like it was in the middle of winter, there were indeed many peerless and famous swords, like each and every one of the beauties who were beautiful enough to cause the downfall of a city, but were kept in their boudoir.
Sui Xie Gu muttered to himself, "It's rare for that kid to make a loss."
Sui Xie Gu waved his sleeves and closed the sword box. He raised his head and smiled, "This is definitely not your Highness' original intention. If I'm not wrong, it's Xu Weixiong's daughter's idea?"
Hong Shuwen was not in awe of some sword eating ancestor. He said unhappily, "I'm only responsible for sending the swords here!"
Just as the young man was about to turn and leave, Sui Xie Gu suddenly opened his mouth and said, "Four swords should be enough for me to make a move. You can take back two swords. This Old Man is not someone who would take advantage of a burning house."
Hong Shuwen bent down at lightning speed and opened the sword box. He hurriedly asked, "Senior Sui, may I ask which two swords of Fu Ji are?"
Sui Xie Gu laughed coldly and could not be bothered to answer.
The sword was named Fu Ji. It was very easy to recognize. The body of the sword was long and narrow and there were inscriptions on the scabbard. Hong Shuwen did not spend any effort to identify it. However, he was not sure which sword was the Fu Ji that was equally famous as Fu Ji. After much difficulty, he identified the other three swords. In the end, he had to choose between two swords. He was hesitant as he was afraid that if he took the wrong one, he would cause his Highness to suffer a huge loss.
Sui Xie Gu reached out and twirled his snow-white eyebrows with a playful smile.
Hong Shuwen gritted his teeth and was about to pick up an ancient sword that looked like a Fu Ji. Just as he grabbed the scabbard, he heard Sect Master Chai of the Dongyue Sword Pool cough softly. Hong Shuwen immediately put down the longsword in his hand and grabbed the other sword in the black scabbard. He held one sword in each hand and laughed happily as he left quickly.
Chai Qingshan hesitated and said, "I hope Senior will not take it to heart."
Sui Xie Gu had an indifferent expression. "It does not matter."
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At dusk, an old man in scholarly robes who had taken off his Daoist robes slowly walked towards the bridge towards the north.
A tall woman in white blocked his path on the bridge.
The old man did not care. He walked onto the bridge and asked with a smile, "Celestials, why are you making things difficult for immortals?"
The woman with snow-white eyes said coolly, "The heavens will not tolerate the actions of great rebels."
The old man smiled and pretended to be surprised. "Oh?"
The tall woman was the Qi cultivator grandmaster Tantai Pingjing. Her gaze grew sharper. "Zhao Changling! You were not suppressed in the Water Moon Sky Well back then because the heavens had given you a way out. I advise you not to reach for a yard after being given an inch! "
The old man made a sound of acknowledgement. "So what?"
She stood in the middle of the bridge. "If you dare to come forward, even if I have to fight Hsu Fengnian, I will destroy your soul!"
The old man laughed. "You scared me to death!"
The old man suddenly stopped smiling. "Pity, I am the immortal of the heavens, Zhao Changling!"
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