Wen Hua, who was still carrying a wooden sword, felt aggrieved the entire way. With great difficulty, he finally managed to escape from Northern Mang to Liyang's borders. Originally, he wanted to make a trip to Northern Liang first and present the entire set of erotic paintings that he had painstakingly bought to Little Nian. In the end, Old Man Huang refused, saying that he wanted to send him on his way. Wen Hua was so angry that he was about to die. The penniless wanderer immediately prepared to walk to Northern Liang, but he never thought that Old Man Huang would threaten him that he would not be able to meet him in the capital after he left. Even after Wen Hua let loose a torrent of abuse, he still insisted on going to Northern Liang. For the first time ever, Old Man Huang softened his tone, saying that they would meet sooner or later, and that they might even meet in the capital. Only then did Old Man Huang give up on Wen Hua's idea. The two of them bought a worn-out carriage. Wen Hua, on the other hand, was already very content with his life. However, after traveling for a few li, he urged Old Man Huang not to ride a carriage. They were both people of the Jianghu who had practiced martial arts, so they needed to train and temper their bodies. Thus, the two of them might as well ride a horse. How could Old Man Huang not know that this brat wanted to ride a horse alone to show off his wealth, so that he could show off his meager prestige? In truth, he did not agree at first, but later on, he could not stand Wen Hua's nagging and had no choice but to fork out money to buy him a mule. Even until now, the wanderer, who was so useless that he only had a wooden sword, did not pay attention to particular things. Riding a mule like a fine horse, he was still very proud of himself.
With the mule under his buttocks, Wen Hua, who has the world in his hands, asked with a mischievous grin, "When we arrive at the capital, who should I find to compete with? Let me say this first, when I fought in the arena to steal a bride and was beaten down, Xiaonian would carry me away. When the time comes, don't leave me to die. "
Old Man Huang, who was driving the horse, said indifferently, "Dongyue Sword Pool's Bai Jiangshan."
Wen Hua gasped and laughed mischievously. "Dongyue Sword Pool? I've heard that they're extremely powerful. Can you change to another one? It's not that I'm afraid of them, but when experts exchange blows, they should at least let me warm up first, right? "
Old Man Huang sneered. "Sure, Qi Jiajie."
Wen Hua asked cautiously, "What do you do? Among the eighteen martial arts, which one do you practice? "
Old Man Huang said unhappily, "The number one swordsman in the capital."
Wen Hua smiled apologetically. "Old Man Huang, didn't I ask you to find an expert who's slightly inferior? His reputation is so great, it's not suitable. "
Old Man Huang asked, "Find someone with a smaller reputation?"
Wen Hua shamelessly nodded with all his might. "Let's do it slowly, step by step. You won't become a fatty in one bite, right?"
Old Man Huang nodded. "Then find a woman called Cuihua, the maid of a swordsman. Is that okay?"
Wen Hua really did not have the face to say no. After pondering for a while, he felt that a maid could not be that fierce. He patted his chest and said heroically, "Sure, why not? If you're a man, you can't say no!"
Old Man Huang glanced at him. Wen Hua was enraged. He said angrily, "I'm just a fledgling who hasn't tasted meat, so what?! Why don't you find me a woman with a thin waist, big, a bun, and a big butt! "
Old Man Huang said calmly, "Okay, I'll find you one."
Wen Hua asked probingly, "You're not bluffing me? Don't paint a picture on paper. At that time, I'll hate you for the rest of my life! "
Old Man Huang simply couldn't be bothered to speak.
Wen Hua was amused for a moment, and then he asked with slight melancholy. "Old Man Huang, what realm am I at exactly? You only taught me two moves, and I started practicing the sword late. Can I really defeat others? Tell me if I'm at the third rank or not! "
Old Man Huang chuckled. "Third rank?"
When Wen Hua heard the word 'chuckle', he instantly shuddered. Besides feeling lingering fear, he slightly missed the young woman who was unable to leave the small teahouse for some unknown reason. Her temper was slightly bad, but she didn't speak much. For a woman, this was not easy. Wen Hua didn't think too much about her, and he asked carefully. "Then you should at least be at the fourth rank, right?"
Old Man Huang said impatiently, "Why do you care about all this? If you encounter an enemy, just strike once. If the first strike doesn't work, strike a second strike. If you can't beat them, then scram."
Wen Hua made a habitual action of touching his crotch, and he sighed. "Motherfucker, I chatted with Little Nian for half a day before I came up with a few domineering titles like the number one sword in the central plains. Looks like when the time comes, even if I become famous in the capital, I'll definitely be called Two Swords Wen."
Old Man Huang smiled and asked, "Two Swords Wen doesn't sound good? Then how about Two Swords Wen? Two Swords Wen is fine too. "
Wen Hua fumed with anger and cursed. "Two Swords Wen Hua your ass!"
Old Man Huang sighed. "Two strikes aren't enough? There are many. If Li Chungang hadn't been delayed by the Two-sleeved Azure Snake all those years ago, he would've entered the great realm of sword immortals that opened the gates of heaven with a single strike. How would he have been in such a miserable state later on? Now that Đồng Thái has headed to the Eastern Sea, isn't it because he wants to return ten thousand swords to one? "
Wen Hua was displeased when he heard this. "Old Man Huang, it's really unkind of you to point fingers at these two old and new sword gods like this."
The old man smiled lightheartedly and paid no attention to him.
He glanced at the carefree wanderer who was new to the world. Two strikes to one strike, that's the difference between heaven and man. Kid, can you really pass that hurdle I've set up for you?
When the time comes, will you choose to be a sword immortal of the land, or will you choose to be a pipe dream?
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The late Emperor Li Yang had once said that all outstanding talents would enter his trap.
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