When they talked about this, Wen Hua was immediately in high spirits, and he laughed loudly. "Is there even a need to say it? Of course, it's Old Immortal Wang from the Martial Emperor City. Tuoba is a northern barbarian, so I don't care about him at all. In the end, it's still the Peach Blossom Sword God, Đồng Thái. He's the number one swordsman. Of course, I admire him from the bottom of my heart. If I can exchange a sword move with Sword God Deng in this lifetime, I will have no regrets even if I die. As for those Cao Guanzi, Demon Luo Yang, and the others, they are nothing. They are not my cup of tea! "
Old Man Huang sneered, "With your knowledge, you want to achieve greater mastery in swordsmanship? Those who practice the sword only learn from that Đồng Thái, but they don't know Li Chungang. In less than a hundred years, the way of the sword will no longer occupy half of the glory of the martial way. "
Wen Hua was stunned. "Li Chungang? I only know that our dynasty has an extremely exaggerated Martial Ranking, and this old geezer is only ranked eighth. Later on, Beimang's Martial Ranking was nowhere to be seen. Wasn't he pushed down by someone? "
The old man picked up the teacup and was about to splash it on Wen Hua's face. Wen Hua hastily used his sleeve to protect his face, which he believed to be incomparably handsome. However, the old man stopped and drank a mouthful of tea. He said slowly, "In the past five hundred years of Jianghu, Li Chungang is the only great talent whose attainments in the way of the sword can catch up to the immortal Lu Dongxuan. It's been five hundred years, not just one hundred years. At that time, Li Chungang was ranked among the Spring and Autumn Thirteen Armors. Among them, Li Chungang's Sword and Armor Champion was the most unquestionable. "
"Oh," said Wen Hua, and then he humbly asked for guidance. "Old Man Huang, don't talk about unrealistic things. Tell me the truth, otherwise, I won't be able to understand it as well."
The old man laughed and said, "Do you know how many armors Li Chungang had cut with one sword at the Guangling River?"
Wen Hua thought for a moment and asked probingly. "800?"
When he saw Old Man Huang smiling without speaking, Wen Hua gritted his teeth and made an exorbitant demand just like this old fellow. "1,600!"
The old man sneered, "Add another thousand."
Wen Hua slapped his thigh and roared, "Fucking ferocious! In the future, I will no longer worship Đồng Thái, who is rumored to have provoked Tuoba. I will change it to Li Chungang! "
The old man sighed. "If I'm not mistaken, he's already dead."
Wen Hua was stunned.
Old Man Huang spun the white porcelain teacup with two fingers. He looked at the ripples on the surface of the tea and said softly, "There is a limit to a person's strength. He broke through 2600 armor with a single sword and suffered irreparable injuries. Such a fascinating feat is even better than the Wu family's nine swords that broke through ten thousand cavalry 200 years ago. It's a pity that I didn't see it with my own eyes. It's all your fault. However, although Li Chungang was heavily injured, logically speaking, it shouldn't be difficult for him to live for another three or four years. However, with Li Chungang's temperament, how could he bear to slowly grow old to the point where he couldn't even lift a sword? Back then, since he was willing to fall into the Finger Profound Realm for the sake of Fengdu's Green-robed Man, he wasn't willing to ascend or reincarnate after returning to being a sword immortal. Death is death, only then would it be in line with Li Chungang's indomitable sword intent. This is why he recently lent Đồng Thái a helping hand from 10,000 miles away. Gifting the sword is secondary. With a single sword, he split open the heavens and traveled 10,000 miles to the west. Gifting the sword dao comprehension is the key. Finally, he helped Đồng Thái, this sword dao junior, to fight to a draw with Tuoba. "
The old man seemed to have forgotten to drink tea as he sighed. "Green clothes fluttering in the wind, wielding a sword in the jianghu, causing the entire jianghu to look up to him. His life has come to an end. With his final sword, he still created a new sword immortal. Only Li Chungang can do such a thing. He died a worthy death. I just don't know if Li Chungang can truly die without regrets. "
The old man laughed self-deprecatingly and pointed at the tea. "The tea cools after the person dies. Not long after, the jianghu will only see Đồng Thái's unparalleled glory and forget that Li Chungang once brought the sword dao to an unparalleled height time and time again. In my opinion, the world can do without an old man like Wang Xianzhi, but it can't do without a true playboy like Li Chungang. "
"King of Jing An, Zhao Heng, is dead. This man from the Zhao family, who was worse than a woman his entire life, finally did something that a man should do."
"Li Yishan worked hard and finally died of illness. There are countless strategists in the world, but only nine people were evaluated by me. Poison Warrior Li Yishan was ranked third. With his death, there are only four people left. It's hard to say whether the other young people can replace them. "
"Seeing the scattered but not falling pillar of luck of West Chu reconnect with the heavens, that old guy from the Imperial Astronomer, who was often tricked by me, is probably furious. I don't know if that old pedant has finished compiling the almanac. If he hasn't, that bastard Li Xiaoxin will beat him to it and the Confucian school will be in danger."
"West Chu's Grand Preceptor, Sun Xiji, doesn't have many years left to live."
"Of the remaining four top strategists of the Liyang Dynasty, Nalan Youci, who works as a helper for the King of Yan outside the capital, has at most four years left to live. As for the other two, who are cowards in the capital, Yang Taisui, the Sickly Tiger, has destroyed most of his martial arts. The remaining one is the least famous, but the most promising. Most of the court's movements in the next thirty years are in his hands. He was the mastermind of the white-robed case. Half of the twelve men of sacrifice by Xu Xiao's side died on the way to assassinate this person. One of them was this person's favorite concubine. The cycle of karma is not good. Isn't it funny? "
"They're all dead. They're all going to die. Counting back and forth, there's one less person. Whether it's Jianghu or the country, it's still for the young. I like this kind of world. It's not dead. The Liyang Dynasty has Zhang Julu and Gu Jiantang. Beimang has the middle-aged Tuoba and the younger Dong Zhuo. In the future, there will be an endless stream of newcomers who will rise to the top like bamboo shoots after the rain. This is interesting. "
"However, the Taiping Order of the Chess and Sword Music School doesn't seem to have given up. He wants to help the Empress of Beimang play a big game of chess. I'm looking forward to it."
Wen Hua was dizzy from hearing this. He asked in surprise, "Old Man Huang, are you possessed? What nonsense are you talking about?"
The old man picked up the teacup and drank it all in one gulp. "You don't have to pay attention to this chessboard. Just practice the sword at ease. You can only practice the sword for the rest of your life. Scholars have scholar's matters, boorish men have boorish work, and merchants have merchants' business. Everyone lives and works within the rules. This is the world's peace. "
Wen Hua patted the wooden sword at his waist and snorted coldly. "Just you wait!"
The old man mocked, "Don't make me wait for a few decades. I can't afford to wait."
Wen Hua slammed the table. "You've just eaten my onion noodles and you're already burning the bridge after crossing the river?!"
The old man was about to speak when his head was hit by something. He turned around and saw that his daughter had hit him with a sunflower. With his scheming mind, he immediately understood and laughed. "I know, I know. Don't worry. I can live as long as I don't want to. No matter what, I'll live until the day you get married."
Then, the old man was sent flying by a sunflower.
Wen Hua, who felt that his anger had been vented, couldn't help but give a thumbs up and exclaim in admiration. "You're even more chivalrous than a heroine! Apart from Li Chungang and Đồng Thái, I admire you for daring to hit Old Man Huang! "
Wen Hua suddenly had a thought and suddenly started talking to himself. "I'm thinking that Hsu Fengnian, that pervert, will definitely take a liking to a girl with such character like you. Won't you become my sister-in-law in the future? Then what do I have to call Old Man Huang? "
Then, he was also sent flying.
Old Man Huang sat on the ground and asked himself, "Since Li Yishan drew a line before dying, why don't I go to Xiangfan to take a look?"
He heard a cold snort above his head.
The old man sighed and said, "A grown girl can't be kept at home. Forget it. Beiliang's own courtyard is chaotic enough. It's hard to say whether or not that brat can survive. Why should I bother to be this evil person? It's more practical to compete with that Taiping Ling who doesn't want the world to be at peace. Do you want to buy Tai An? That depends on whether or not I agree. "
He stood up and patted the dust off. He said with a smile, "Daughter, wait here. I'll make you some onion noodles."
Wen Hua, who had been hit for no reason, hurriedly shouted, "Give me a bowl too!"
Old Man Huang didn't pay attention to him at all. This made Wen Hua depressed again and miss the Little New Year.
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