Putting down the scroll, Meng Qi flipped through Aunt Sweet Potato's handwriting. It was obvious that the handwriting was the same as the heart of a raccoon's hair and the tip of an autumn rabbit's hair. It was said that words were born from the heart, but it was not very accurate. After all, there were countless people who could write well. However, if one were to add in the type of brush used, especially those who only used one type of brush, one could roughly guess it. This woman was indeed a fierce person who competed with the current Northern Mang Empress for the favor of the Empress. Although the strokes were strict and dignified in small regular script and were extremely particular about the rules and style, in terms of individual words, each stroke was as if it was carved into wood. Xu Fengnian somewhat understood how she managed to teach a woman like Sweet Potato. Meng Qi slowly browsed through the handwriting. Most of the handwriting was about the famous deeds of the previous generation of Beimang Jianghu. Just reading the handwriting was enough to make Hsu Fengnian applaud. Sweet Potato considerately carried a pot of Green Ant Wine shipped from Beiliang. Hsu Fengnian finally saw the battle of the Nine Swords in the Wu Family's Sword Tomb. Sweet Potato Aunt also heard about it from hearsay. However, compared to ordinary people's exaggerated stories, the words of the "Second King" of Dunhuang City were much more credible. She herself was a top martial arts master. The few hundred words she wrote shocked Hsu Fengnian.
After reading it a few times, Hsu Fengnian was still not satisfied. He sighed and said, "So that's how it is."
The two generations of the Wu Family's Sword Tomb 200 years ago were known as the most amazing period of the Sword Tomb. There were nine sword masters. One was at the Celestial State, two were at the Xuan Finger State, one was at the Vajra State, and the remaining five were at the Master level. It was conceivable that if the Wu Family was given another generation, even if one or two of them died of old age, they would still be able to achieve the unprecedented achievement of five first grades in one martial art. Hsu Fengnian only heard about the Nine Swords of the Wu Family going to Beimang from a guard servant. At that time, there was a swordsman in Beimang who claimed that there was no swordsman in the Central Plains. However, Hsu Fengnian did not take this statement seriously. Although the Wu Family had always been arrogant and looked down on all the swordsmen in the world, no matter how impulsive they were, they would not go all out to Beimang. He once asked Li Chungang during his travels, but the old man with a sheepskin fur coat only said that the West Sword led the East, and did not explain further.
Based on the content written by Aunt Sweet Potato, Xu Fengnian had a rough understanding of the situation. The nine swords against the ten thousand cavalrymen were not fighting on their own. Instead, the most powerful person, the Celestial State Sword Crown, would be the eye of the formation. The eight of them would take turns to be the sword master and sword attendant, eventually forming a shocking sword controlling formation. One could imagine the scene of the ten thousand cavalrymen tightly surrounding the nine of them. The scene was bleak and bloody. Wave after wave of cavalrymen charging, in addition to thousands of flying swords decapitating the enemy, what kind of sword qi would it be?
Xu Fengnian exclaimed again and again. He leaned back in his chair and muttered to himself, "This sword formation can only be created by a top swordsman. It's impossible to use it on the battlefield. Can it be simplified like that set of fist techniques for riding a bull? It seemed to be quite difficult. The Jianghu experts were already impatient with rules and regulations. Being a watchdog for the rich and powerful, they were only aiming for a stable martial path. Only fools would be willing to fight for their lives. However, it would be good if he could get the rough foundation of the sword formation. Where could he find it? The Wu Family Sword Tomb? It seemed unrealistic. Would the Beimang Royal Court have secret documents? Even if they did, it would be even more unrealistic. It's not something that can be exchanged with gold or silver. "
Sweet Potato chuckled. "If Young Master really wants it, you can use the men of sacrifice lurking in the Royal Court to do it."
Hsu Fengnian shook his head. "That's not taking human lives seriously. It's not worth it."
"Oh," Sweet Potato replied.
Hsu Fengnian did not even raise his head. He continued to flip through the book and said, "Don't think about it. You're not allowed to join in the fun. Do you hear me?"
Sweet Potato hummed softly in agreement.
Hsu Fengnian raised his head and laughed angrily. "Don't play dumb with me!"
Sweet Potato's eyes were full of flirtatiousness. She wrinkled her small and delicate nose and said very childishly, "I know!"
In Hsu Fengnian's impression of her, other than scrupulously abiding by her duties as a maidservant, she was also like a meticulous sister. She was flawless and made people feel as if they were bathed in the spring breeze. The second-class maidservants in the courtyard had been with His Royal Highness for a long time. They knew that he was good-tempered, but he could be a little rascal and mischievous. Only Sweet Potato, who had never been angry or black-faced, and Blue Bird, who had a cold temperament, had never crossed the line for more than ten years. Hsu Fengnian lowered his head again. As he read, he suddenly withdrew his hand as if it was scalding. Curious, Sweet Potato took a closer look. The words "Tuoba" came into view. She smiled knowingly. Since he had come to Beimang, how could he avoid this Bodhisattva, the Martial God? Moreover, Young Master had a life and death battle with Tuoba Chunsun.
The three pages were all about this Beimang God of War. According to the format of the handwriting, it was accumulated several times. Almost every time Tuoba made a breakthrough, the woman, the Dunhuang City Lord, would write about her insights.
Hsu Fengnian read it over and over again, tirelessly. Sweet Potato glanced at the dragon spitting out pearls engraved on the table. When it was lunchtime, she quietly left the room and quickly returned with a lunch box. Hsu Fengnian randomly ate his food and continued to read the three pages of precious words. Sweet Potato moved a chair to sit beside him. Seeing a grain of rice at the corner of his mouth, she reached out to pick it up and put it into her own mouth. Hsu Fengnian did not mind. He had been with Sweet Potato for many years. It could be said that she was the one who cleaned up the mess of his first youthful semen. She had always been warm to his heart. Even last night's two plum blossoms came naturally. What was there to be pretentious about?
Sweet Potato took the lunch box and sat down.
She said softly, "If I die today, will Young Master remember me for the rest of my life?"
Hsu Fengnian calmly said, "Sweet Potato, if you dare to die, I dare to forget you completely. I mean what I say. "
Sweet Potato's eyes reddened, but she laughed heartily and said, "Young Master is so heartless."
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This chapter was dedicated to the new top scorer, Gongzi Yu.
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