(I still know how to write the second chapter, but it's very late. Apologies.)
This year, before the beginning of winter, the snow in the capital was especially majestic and did not stop. While many children in the capital were overjoyed, they were also puzzled as to how many white geese were raised by the heavens above.
In this small courtyard that could be described as having a dragon's spirit, there were originally three heavenly talents who had the potential to carry the cauldron of swordsmanship. In one night, one of the three had left? When Wu Liuding was bored, he liked to take the bamboo pole that was only slightly longer than a sword. At this moment, he was squatting under the eaves, carrying the pole on his shoulder. He was somewhat lonely. Even if his childhood sweetheart Cui Hua was standing beside him, this young Sword Crown who did not learn the Sword of the King but learned the Sword of the Tyrannical Way was somewhat sad. When the words of the wandering hero Wen entered his ears, he left the hospital with only one life left. He broke an arm and a leg tendon, destroyed his own acupuncture points, and left just like that. Wen Busheng, didn't you say you wanted to become one of the few great swordsmen in the world? Didn't you just see the girl you adored? Wouldn't it be better to kill a man who had no relatives and only a year of friendship and then become famous?
Cui Hua sensed that the young Sword Crown had turned his head. The two of them had a tacit understanding. Without needing Wu Liuding to ask, she opened her mouth and said, "I don't understand either."
In the battle of the reed marshes, the eleventh in the world, Wang Mingyin, was the old King of Jing An, Zhao Xun, who used this person's brotherhood with the famous general Wang Ming Yang of the Spring and Autumn Period as shackles to lure him out of the Jianghu.
That Wen Hua had just entered the Jianghu, how could he leave the Jianghu in such a miserable state?
Wu Liuding, who often bickered with Wen Busheng these days, let go of his hand. The bamboo pole rolled to the ground. He fiercely rubbed his cheeks, "I have no brothers, no friends. I wholeheartedly pursue the path of the sword, but I will remember this idiot for the rest of my life. Why don't we send Wen Hua off? In this world of ice and snow, he can leave the courtyard, but he can't leave the capital. "
Cui Hua remained silent. Sword Crown, who was nicknamed Six Vats every day, spat out a mouthful of murky air. He calmly stood up and said, "Don't worry about that old bastard in the house who is scheming against who knows who. If he really pisses me off, then we'll just have a falling out and go our separate ways. I didn't like this place in the capital. It didn't have the taste of the Jianghu and didn't have any human feelings. It wasn't easy for me to find a bit of sword flavor that the Wu family's sword tomb didn't have, but it was too late. Cui Hua, why don't we go to the South Sea after we protect Wen Busheng out of the capital? I heard that Đồng Thái went out to sea to visit immortals. Maybe we can meet him. "
Cui Hua patted the Su Of Gojoseon sword on her back, and Wu Liuding left the hospital with a laugh.
Huang Sanjia slowly walked out of the house, holding the ancient sword Ba Xiu in his hand. His face was expressionless, without the slightest ripple of emotion. He only threw Ba Xiu toward the top of the wall.
The ancient sword fell into one person's hand. An old man with an empty sleeve squatted on the top of the wall. He single-handedly took the last sword from the Tangxi Sword Furnace. Abandoning the scabbard, he opened his palm and placed the simple and famous sword in the center of his palm. His thumb and index finger rubbed against each other. The sword tip and hilt, which were not among the top three swords in the world, were instantly bent. The sword tip and hilt collided with each other, like a dragon biting its tail. Due to the sword qi from his two fingers, this famous sword of the age actually broke from the middle. One into two, two into four, four into eight, and so on. Ba Xiu broke into pieces inch by inch, and every inch of the sword fell into the sleeve of the broken arm. Then the old man picked a section of the sword tip and threw it into his mouth. It was as if he was chewing on soybeans, crunchy and full of chewiness. The old man might not have been truly nameless, but he had been nameless for sixty years. These past few years, he had occasionally entered the world, but he had always done business with Huang Longshi. Whenever he killed or injured people, Huang Longshi would be responsible for feeding him a good sword.
If one were to talk about his magnificent achievements, there would be no exaggeration in the Jianghu. However, he was obsessed with the sword all his life. In almost a hundred years, he had only taken in two and a half disciples. The "half" was the wooden sword wanderer who disappointed him greatly, and the other was the more famous Sword Emperor of Xi Shu. However, the old man had also clearly said to Huang Sanjia that his two eldest disciples could not compare to a disciple who had only taken in halfway. It had nothing to do with talent. Talent did not completely equate to one's foundation. In the thousand years of the Jianghu, the way of the sword, which was close to the Heavenly Way, did not rely on the saying that one could accomplish anything by being amazing. Therefore, even though he had accepted the Ba Xiu Sword that was slowly entering his stomach, the old man was very dissatisfied. The taste of this sword was not enough. He had come for the Sword of Spring and Autumn. The Su Of Gojoseon of the Sword Catacomb was actually not bad, but the sword he could not forget for the past twenty years was still the Great Liang Dragon Sparrow Sword. The old man was missing an arm, but because of his tall and sturdy body, he did not appear to be very old. In particular, his two eyebrows were extremely long and tied into a snow-white long braid, just like the Beiliang, the Sun, and the Beimang.
The old man with willow-like eyebrows laughed cruelly. His voice was hoarse and honed like a night owl. He said eerily, "Huang Longshi, oh Huang Longshi, there are people in this world that you cannot predict and things that you cannot predict!"
Huang Longshi said calmly, "There is no one in this world who can predict everything. How the crops grow depends on both manpower and timing. I, Huang Longshi, am not conceited to the point that I want to be higher than the sky. Wen Hua is willing to destroy his own future, but it does not affect the overall situation."
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