Wu Liuding was carrying a half-dead bastard who was still nagging Cui Hua to carry him. While feeling resentful, he also felt relieved. He could still talk glibly, which meant that his heart had not given up yet. With the sword in my hand, the heart of the sword is the most precious. The body is just a bag of skin, but it is secondary. If the heart of the sword is stained with dirt, then it is destined to never enter the realm of transformation. Wu Liuding flew across the snowy ground. In front of him, Cui Hua carried the Su Of Gojoseon Sword to open the way. The capital's night guard was stricter than normal people could imagine. However, the night guards and some elite spies in this large area of the capital had already received orders from above. They could close one eye to the three people's whereabouts. As long as they did not commit acts of murder and robbery, they would not pay any attention to them. Therefore, the sword-crowned swordsman went against the rules and their journey was unimpeded. Wu Liuding arrived at a courtyard. He did not knock on the door and wanted to directly jump over the wall. However, the snow in the courtyard suddenly slanted like thousands of swords. Cui Hua, who was obediently going to push the door, completely ignored him. Wu Liuding was forced back into the small alley. He shrunk his neck and could only follow behind Cui Hua. Entering the elegant courtyard from the courtyard door, there was no one in the courtyard. Wu Liuding hurriedly shouted: "Old ancestor, old ancestor, we are in a hurry to leave the city. You have a lot of face, can you lead the way?"
There was only a small lamp in the room. It was silent. Wu Liuding looked at Cui Hua with a bitter face. The latter calmly said: "I hope the tomb master can help."
An ordinary voice came out: "How much of the two swords have you learned?"
Cui Hua opened her eyes and slowly said: "Ninety percent of the form, sixty percent of the spirit."
There was a soft sound of acknowledgment from inside the room. The thin old man bent his index finger and slowly walked out. There was a small lamp on the tip of his finger. He did not even look at Wu Liuding. He frowned and asked: "What happened?"
Wu Liuding was just about to speak when the old man flicked his finger. The small lamp suddenly arrived. Cui Hua was indifferent, and Wu Liuding closed his eyes and waited for death. The lamp leisurely returned to the old man's fingertip, like a moldy and withered tree. The lifeless old man "carried the lamp" out of the courtyard and entered a carriage. The coachman was an old man who was even older than the old man. Some people would even believe that he was sixty years old. In fact, this man was forty years old. He believed that his swordsmanship had reached a bottleneck, so he went to the Wu family's sword tomb to retrieve a sword. In the end, he became a withered swordsman of the Wu family. At sixty years old, he became the sword attendant of the old man in the carriage. Now, he was old enough to compete with Wudang Mountain's alchemist, Song Zhiming. Wu Liuding carried Wen Hua and sat in the carriage. Cui Hua continued to lead the way. The carriage drove towards the central axle road. The old man gently flicked his finger, and the lamp came out of the carriage. It was still in front of Cui Hua, and the thick snow on the road immediately melted.
The old man sat down and asked softly, "This is Wen Hua?"
Wu Liuding was a straightforward person who couldn't hold back his words. He spilled the beans from a bamboo tube, "This kid has a one-track mind. Huang Longshi, that thousand-year-old bastard, taught him to practice the sword so that he could kill that Beiliang heir's brother, Hsu Fengnian. He refused. Not only did he leave the Ba Xiu Sword that he won from Lu Baijie to that bastard, he even broke the wooden sword that he valued more than his own life. Even if he lost an arm and a leg, it's fine. After all, with Li Chungang's example, it's not impossible for him to make a comeback. But this kid lost the wooden sword and destroyed his acupoints. He's like a broken dam, not a single bit is left. How the hell is he going to practice the sword in the future?! What did you say about lending me ten taels of silver to return twelve or thirteen taels of silver? You've lost everything, not even twenty taels of silver! Wen Busheng, has your head been kicked by a donkey? "
Wen Hua leaned against the wall of the carriage, his entire body reeking of blood. He gritted his teeth and didn't make a sound.
The old man said calmly, "If I didn't do this, do you think Huang Longshi would have let him live? Huang Longshi, that madman, when has he ever cared about old friendships? No one can understand the logic in his stomach. Since you're his chess piece, if you want to leave the chessboard alive, you're no different from a dead person. "
Wu Liuding snorted coldly.
The old man kept his eyes closed and his tone was still gentle, "Liuding, if it was you, you wouldn't be able to practice the sword like him? Fine, if you think so, I'll break one arm and one arm of yours, destroy your cultivation and throw you to the sword mountain. We'll talk about it again when you feel that you can practice the sword. "
Wu Liuding didn't think that the old ancestor was joking at all. He quickly smiled apologetically, "Old ancestor, don't be angry. I'm just feeling unworthy for Wen Busheng. If he can practice the sword, he can practice the sword ten thousand times!"
The old man opened his eyes and looked at the young wanderer who was drenched in blood. He asked, "You're all alone now. You're empty now. It's time for you to turn from bad to good. Have you ever thought of returning to the sword mound with me?"
Wen Hua covered his broken arm with one hand. His face was as pale as the snow outside the carriage. He shook his head and said with an unusually clear gaze, "I know you're the great old ancestor of the Wu family's sword mound. But I've said that I won't practice the sword anymore. I won't touch the sword for the rest of my life."
The old man dismissed it with a smile. He didn't force it and closed his eyes.
The floating light on the street was a sword. The snow outside the carriage was a sword. Even the capital city could be a sword. The sword itself was a sword. How could it be determined whether one had a sword or not?
Wu Liuding stared with his eyes wide open. His face was full of shock. The old ancestor was actually smiling?!
Before the carriage arrived, the city gate slowly opened. It could be seen that the Wu family's sword mound wasn't as far away from right and wrong as the rumors said. The coachman got off the carriage and handed the reins to Cui Hua, who was also a sword attendant. Before the head of the Wu family got off the carriage, he wiped his two fingers and extinguished the light outside the carriage. He said, "Wen Hua, I'll remember this name. When you remember that you're lacking a sword, you might as well come to the sword mound to take a look. Eight hundred years of hidden swords, collecting swords and snatching swords. Sword Mountain has hundreds of thousands of swords piled up into a mountain. If you don't have the sword you want by then, it won't be too late to leave the mound. "
Wen Hua was still stubbornly shaking his head.
Wu Liuding wished he could slap this untactful Wen Busheng to the ground and bury him in the snow.
The old man of the Wu family, who was known as the "Su Of Gojoseon", stood on the street with his sword attendant and watched the carriage leave the city. The heavy snow behind them quickly covered the seemingly endless imperial road.
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