Killing a man in ten steps, leaving no trace for a thousand miles. When the deed is done, I leave with a flick of my sleeve, hiding my identity and name. The essence of this popular Paladin poem was the word "kill". If it was changed to "save", it would obviously be neither fish nor fowl. At this moment, His Royal Highness, who was sitting sickly in the carriage, was in a very strange mood. His aunt, Jia Jiajia, who kept a big cat as a pet, originally thought that even if it was not because of national enmity, she was a cold-blooded and ruthless first-class assassin who would not lend a helping hand. Zhao Xuansu's Three Pure Tribulations. A few days ago, at the top of the Donghai Slope, Hsu Fengnian's body was like an alchemy furnace, boiling abnormally. Unlike the External Elixir that used gold, stone, and medicinal herbs as bait, the Inner Elixir melted one's essence, Qi, and spirit. The danger within was not inferior to Taoist Zhao's killing move. Zhao Xuansu's Purple Qi from the East and Hsu Fengnian's Big Yellow Courtyard were like weapons of war. Hsu Fengnian fell into a coma and was on the verge of death. When he woke up, he found out from Blue Bird that it was Jia Jiajia who saved his life and caused the Purple Qi to flow into her body. Then she left without leaving a word.
The Peach Blossom Sword Deity asked Blue Bird to leave a message for his distant nephew, saying that he had removed the prohibition of the Twelve Swords and needed a new master to feed him with blood. The shortest was three years, the longest was ten years. As long as he had enough Qi and learned a superior sword-controlling technique, he would be able to control the Twelve Swords. Back then, he owed the Xu family or Wu Su a life-saving debt. Even if he did not owe them anything, he would not meet them in the future.
Old Man Li opened the curtain and bent over to enter the carriage. He sat down lazily against the wall. Hsu Fengnian glanced at him. How the Battle of Donghai ended? He only heard that it was a draw, but no one could see any clues. Wang Xianzhi opened the sea to send the Old Sword Deity off, giving him enough face. Obviously, Old Monster Wang, who had stood at the peak of martial arts for sixty years, had never forgotten the kindness of half a wooden bull. This made Hsu Fengnian have a good impression of the Martial Emperor Castellan. The old God of Swords saw a yellow pear wood box on the cotton blanket with a picture of a hundred birds paying homage to the phoenix. He opened the sword box without a trace of politeness. Despite the dense sword aura, the old man with the sheepskin fur coat said, "Sissy, embroidery needle. Is this junior surnamed Deng a woman? "
Hsu Fengnian, whose injuries had spread from the inside out, was pale. His knees were covered with a small satin blanket made by Xishu. In addition, there was a new charcoal stove in the carriage. It was not winter yet, which showed how weak His Royal Highness was. He smiled bitterly and said, "Fortunately, Đồng Thái was not present. Otherwise, you would have to fight."
Li Chungang reached out to take off his boots and buckled his feet. He blew his beard and glared. "What? This Old Man can't beat Wang Xianzhi, but he can't beat Đồng Thái?"
Hsu Fengnian raised his eyebrows and asked carefully, "You lost at Donghai?"
Li Chungang pursed his lips and said straightforwardly, "This old man has lost, so what's there to hide. Wang Xianzhi's realm has fallen in recent years, but his cultivation has been steadily rising. His foundation is solid, and his comprehension is good. It's not strange that he can't beat Wang Xianzhi. However, in that fight, Wang Xianzhi had used ninety percent of his strength. If he had fought with all his strength, perhaps only Ancestor Lu from five hundred years ago would have been able to suppress this ignorant man. This old man is still a bit lacking. It's a pity that you didn't see the scene of him raising the water of Donghai. It's very frightening. "
Ignoring the shock in His Royal Highness' heart, the old God of Swords looked at the sword box again. This time, he didn't speak harshly. He sighed softly and said, "These twelve pocket-sized flying swords have their seals removed. They're almost considered half-dead objects. It's not easy for them to have such sword intent. In terms of sword nurturing and flying swords, Đồng Thái is indeed the number one in the world. He's worthy of being the sword genius who made the Wu family's Sword Tomb lose face. However, calling him a childhood sweetheart is really making This Old Man's teeth sour. It's a far cry from Wooden Horse Ox. The battle between sword techniques and Taoist techniques seems like water and fire, but when techniques reach the peak, they're no different from Taoism. Đồng Thái is a smart person. He's like Wang Xianzhi who uses strength to prove Taoism. Only this kind of Jianghu is interesting. "
Hsu Fengnian's expression was strange. The old man wearing the sheepskin coat felt comfortable and reached out to close the sword box again. Hsu Fengnian felt a headache coming on. Fortunately, the person in front of him was Li Chungang. Otherwise, he could treat the sword box as a gift from Đồng Thái in such a way. If it were an ordinary hero of Jianghu, he wouldn't be able to worship this small box. Li Chungang probably saw His Royal Highness's gaze and said unhappily, "Have you ever heard that the cold people need warmth? Don't take people's clothes and make them into lichens?"
No matter how ignorant and incompetent Xu Fengnian was, the poem was easy to understand and he could clearly hear the sarcasm in it. He lowered his head and saw the expensive blanket, which was worth an inch of gold. He was stunned and mocked himself, "Senior, you worry about the country and the people. You are indeed a great master."
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