Perhaps it was because of the appearance of the famed sword, Su Su quivered and was just about to wake up when Hsu Fengnian rode his sword out of his sleeve and tapped the hilt of the Golden Thread Sword with his finger, knocking the former Crown Prince of Western Shu unconscious on the spot. This Old Man was so angry that his lips were trembling.
When the Golden Thread Sword returned to the blind female zither player, Xue Songguan snorted coldly. The Golden Thread struggled and trembled in the air, unable to advance or retreat. This Old Man, who was watching coldly from the sidelines, was able to see through the affairs of the world. He was even more wary of this Beiliang heir who spoke frivolously. The situation was clearly settled, but at this moment, he still did not forget to try and kill Xue Songguan. Hsu Fengnian laughed shamelessly and pulled away the Qi flow of the Golden Thread Sword. Xue Songguan was not kind enough to give it away with both hands. She hooked her index finger and pulled the Flying Sword in front of her. She then used two slender fingers of her left hand to press down on the sword. She was a genuine Xuan Finger expert and could see the general situation from small details. The Flying Sword was meticulously crafted by Đồng Thái. In terms of its indescribable texture, it was like a wordless sword manual. There were four realms in the first rank. Not to mention whether the current realm had advanced or was close to the land of immortals, there were three geniuses who could not be avoided. They had all once surpassed others in their respective realms. In the Vajra realm, there was the white-robed monk Li Dangxin, Cao Changqing who dominated the Eight Battles of Qi, and in the Xuan Finger realm, there was Đồng Thái who proved his Dao through techniques. In the battle in the rainy alley, including the Golden Thread, which could be said to be her trump card, the blind zither player had seen a total of ten Flying Swords. At this moment, when she touched the sword, she knew that there was a lot of knowledge behind it. Xue Songguan guessed that this son of the butcher seemed to be unaware that he had a huge treasure on him. He was suspicious of picking up sesame seeds and throwing away watermelons. He only cared about nurturing the sword embryo and did not know the meaning of the Dao of Swordsmanship contained within a Flying Sword. She also did not have the kindness to poke the window paper.
Hsu Fengnian threw away the Golden Thread Sword and was not worried that the demoness would not return it. He ignored Zhao Dingxiu's angry glare. He walked to the center of the courtyard and stared at the ebony sandalwood box that contained the Spring and Autumn Sword, unable to take his eyes off it. The sword box was engraved with complicated inscriptions and talismans. Most of the top swordsmiths in the world were proficient in Qimen Dun Jia. Since the swordsmith with the surname Qi was qualified to forge a sword for the Sword Emperor of Xi Shu, of course, he was one of the best. If the scabbard was the inner garment, then the sword case was the outer garment of a person. This sword box had already exceeded this category. It was more like a cage, not allowing the killing aura to escape. Regardless of whether it was the literary world, the chess world, or the Jianghu Wulin world, they all had the bad habit of worshipping the past and belittling the present. They always thought that poems and essays were written well by the ancients, and martial art secret manuals were more precious the older they got. Little did they know that the affairs of the world were like chess, always stepping on the shoulders of the ancients, the later generations were getting more and more exquisite. Fortunately, in the chess world, there were Huang Longshi and Xu Weixiong, and in the Jianghu, there were Wang Xianzhi and Li Chungang, both of whom had created a new atmosphere of good fortune for a hundred years. Now that the Spring and Autumn Annals had appeared, it could be said that the present generation did not envy the ancients anymore.
The blacksmith saw that Hsu Fengnian was about to reach out to touch the sword case and said softly, "Be careful."
Hsu Fengnian reached out to touch the sword case. After retracting his hand, he looked down and saw that there were many fresh traces of blood seeping out. The killing aura hidden in this sword was so strong that it was rarely seen in his life.
The blacksmith who had once carried the sword for the Sword Emperor of West Shu smiled and said, "I am only in charge of forging a good sword. How you take the sword and how you restrain the sword aura afterwards is your business."
Hsu Fengnian did not even turn his head and said, "Wu, go and help sister zither master find an inn to stay in."
The youth with the big bow and the quiver on his back nodded and said, "Okay."
Xue Songguan's two fingers released the golden thread, and in an instant it returned to Hsu Fengnian's sword case. The blacksmith, who was one of the top swordsmen in the world, saw this scene and secretly nodded. No wonder he could fight so fiercely with this Finger Profound Realm woman in the small alley. The King of Beiliang had a good son with a similar temperament. The blacksmith then thought of his own Crown Prince of West Shu, Su Su. Su Su was of course an alias. Su Su and Su Su were both homonyms of Shu. As for why his surname was Su and his name was Su, he had to ask the Old Scholar Zhao. He had not been able to figure it out all these years. Could it be that This Old Man missed the taste of the shortbread peddling on the streets of West Shu? The blacksmith walked in front of the furnace and looked at the young man sleeping soundly. He was different from This Old Man. He did not have so many enemies of the country. He only felt that it was good as long as this Crown Prince, who had been left behind in the marketplace, could live happily. Whether or not he could restore the country, it was up to the heavens. He remembered that when the Great River crossed West Shu, the Sword Emperor, whose reputation was second only to the Sword God Li Chungang, had said that the sword's momentum was like a river, flowing down from the top to the bottom. Naturally, the sword's aura was more abundant. He, who held the sword, felt that it was probably the same as being a person. Only Li Chungang alone could go against the flow of the sword to open the gate of heaven. The blacksmith carried Su Su on his back. There were two small rooms in the backyard. When Su Su was young, she liked to cry and wet the bed in the middle of the night. The old man had to stand guard at the door almost the entire night. On the other hand, the blacksmith slept soundly, or only cared about forging a sword with the black iron from outer space. Every time he thought of this, the blacksmith could not help but want to laugh. It was really hard for an old student who had spent his whole life studying. Even in his old age, he still had to be both a father and a mother. Back then, who knew how many times his beard had been pulled off by the little crown prince. After pulling it off, he still had to giggle. The blacksmith felt that the old man, who had a face of helplessness back then, was much more humane than when he had angrily reprimanded the Emperor in court.
Hsu Fengnian stood in the courtyard and walked slowly around the sword case.
The young kamikaze left his bow in the courtyard and then walked out of the courtyard with the blind zither player. She wrapped the broken zither in a cotton bag and held it on her arm, like a graceful young lady who had just returned from grocery shopping. The young man looked at her from the corner of his eyes and found it interesting. He was originally a happy-go-lucky person who could not hold back his worries. He joked, "Sister Xue, I accidentally broke your beloved zither. You won't suddenly kill me, right?"
The female zither player shook her head gently and said, "I won't."
The young man with the code name Wu asked curiously, "Sister Xue, aren't you a great devil who is ranked at the top of the Beimang list? Don't devils kill people without a reason? "
She smiled and said, "I don't know why I'm on the list. In fact, I've only killed six people. Other than the first person, the rest were paid by others to kill me. Maybe it's because the people I killed were all close to the Vajra Realm. "
The young man laughed with a childish nature and said, "Sister Xue, if a woman's skills are so high, be careful that you won't be able to get married in the future. Think about it. Even if you're not a notorious great devil, which man would like to marry a wife who is better at fighting than him? Isn't this the saying? I wouldn't dare to marry someone like that. In the future, I'll definitely find a woman who only knows how to embroider. But I don't have money and I'm not handsome. When my master was alive, he was always worried that I wouldn't be able to find a wife. "
The blind girl said softly, "If you're with the Heir of Beiliang, are you still afraid of not having a wife?"
The young man, Wu, whose hands were above his knees, walked on the bluestone path in the small alley. He looked into the distance and said in a low voice, "I'm just afraid that I'll die one day. That's why I don't dare to find a wife."
When he reached the door of the inn, the young man quietly disappeared into the night.
At dawn the next day, Su Su, who had slept enough, wanted to use a beautiful carp flip to sit up. In the end, she fell heavily on the bed, making the poor wooden bed creak. Rubbing her waist, Su Su was a little confused. Why was she lying on the bed when she opened her eyes? Didn't she meet a woman who was waiting for someone in the rainy night? Su Su vaguely remembered that at the end of the alley, there was a slender figure holding an umbrella. This kind of person looked high and mighty. If she saw him on a normal day, Su Su would silently criticize him for half a day. Walking out of the room, no matter how the Old Master tidied it up, the Old Master would often nag about how he could sweep the world if he didn't sweep the room. At first, Su Su heard it in her left ear and out her right ear. Later, she couldn't stand it anymore and blocked the Old Master with a sentence, "Get the world and sweep it for me. I guarantee that this room will be spotless." After that, the Old Master didn't nag about it anymore. This made Su Su feel a little apologetic. This Old Man was moving out the pots of orchids. Su Su was not surprised and went to the front room. Uncle Qi was still working tirelessly on the iron. Su Su bent her arms and compared her muscles with Uncle Qi's. She was a little discouraged. Suddenly, she saw an unfamiliar figure standing in the courtyard. She ran over to take a look and opened her eyes wide. Angrily, she shouted, "Who are you?"
For the entire night, Hsu Fengnian had been peeling the sword aura that flowed out of the sword sheath. The cracked soil had been unknowingly flattened. He turned around and looked at the orphan of the old Western Shu imperial family, but didn't say anything.
Su Su frowned and then came to her senses. She sneered and said, "I remember now. You are the fool who was cheated of money under the old willow tree yesterday. You are a man and yet you are crying. Is your heart aching for the money or what?"
Hsu Fengnian turned around with a cold face.
This Old Man's son, Zhao Dingxiu, came to the front room and said helplessly, "Don't be rude."
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