The world had only heard that the Sword God of the older generation, Li Chungang, had once caused Mount Longhu to lose all face in the Great Snow Plains of Mount Hui. Such a magnificent scene was only hearsay, and could not truly understand its magnificence. With thousands of swords floating in the air, if one was under them, would one not feel the pressure of Mount Tai? Zhang Bingling and his wife looked at each other in dismay. On one hand, they were shocked by the stranger's ability to cut off the white robes, as well as using thousands of swords to suppress the immortal. On the other hand, they were confused as to why this person would act. Zhang Bingling was generous and generous. He seemed to be a prodigal son that did not manage his family well, but his own sword skills were mediocre, and he was unable to stabilize the position of the villa in Jianghu. He could only use this method to make friends. It was like casting a net to catch fish, relying on luck to act, hoping to catch a few carps that would become dragons in the future. After so many years had passed, he had long been disheartened. The people of Jianghu who lived in Jianghu were mostly as slippery as loaches. Their hot-bloodedness and loyalty had been worn away along with their sharp edges and corners. This time, when they were in danger, they only needed to come and watch. The other eighty or ninety percent would use excuses, and the better ones would send letters to decline. Most of the famous swordsmen who had borrowed the swords to escape did not remember how grateful they were at that time, saying that they would repay the kindness of a drop of water with a gushing spring. They simply did not send any messages, not even letting out a fart, continuing to be the famous swordsmen of Jianghu. Fortunately, Zhang Bingling was open-minded. Since he did not even care about life and death, he let nature take its course. He did not care too much about this group of sanctimonious people. It was his son Zhang Chunlin who was so angry that he gave them the ironic title of 'Gentlemen of the Sword and Justice'.
After Zhang Chunlin had personally witnessed the spectacle of thousands of flying swords in the air, he turned his head to Zhang Bingling, his voice trembling. "Father, is it the descendant of a good friend of our villa?"
Zhang Bingling shook his head in self-mockery. "It doesn't seem like it. Two hundred years ago, when Youyan Mountain was at its peak, the two ancestors were the leaders of Jianghu. Perhaps they had such an extraordinary friend, but it is absolutely impossible now. You have seen the friendship that I have exchanged for half of the hidden swords of the villa. Even your Uncle Cao Yu who I have a life and death relationship with has only stagnated at the second level of cultivation for many years. But the person on the lake is clearly not only at the Vajra level. If not, we wouldn't have been able to stop those Qi Refinement Warriors from charging into the formation. "
Zhang Chunlin's stomach was full of wine and vinegar tea. "Could it be Little Ancestor Lu Xianxia from Mount Longhu? But it didn't seem like it. There was no horsetail whisk or Daoist robe. It is widely rumored that the fallen princess of West Chu can ride her sword into the sky, but she is clearly a woman. "
Zhang Bingling said with a carefree smile, "God knows. I don't care anymore. I can only resign myself to fate. In this fierce battle, with our skills, even if we wanted to add flowers to the brocade, we wouldn't be able to interfere. Perhaps we might even be more of a hindrance. If Youyan Mountain Villa can escape this calamity, then Zhang Bingling is willing to kowtow a hundred times to this unknown benefactor. "
Zhang Chunlin asked cautiously, "Father, I want to learn swordsmanship from him, can I?"
Zhang Bingling said helplessly, "If you want to learn, then this young sword immortal must be willing to teach you."
In Chi Xue's courtyard, two of the five maids even pretended to hold the sword. Since Youyan Mountain Villa was famous for its Qi cultivation and sword casting, the servants in the villa had also practiced some mental mantras and skills that were very clever in the eyes of outsiders. But after the two words "sword," the flying sword was unsheathed. The two people outside Chi Xue's courtyard not only did not notice how the ancient sword was unsheathed, but their delicate bodies were also pulled forward and almost fell to the ground. Not to mention that they were so surprised that they couldn't close their mouths and their minds were blank. They couldn't understand why such a handsome childe, who was very easy to talk to and drink with them around the stove, even the gatekeeper Zhang Mu and the chief steward Zhang Han burst into tears in an instant. They secretly thought that it must be the Lord and Madam's good karma that made such an immortal appear in Youyan Mountain Villa.
A woman in purple holding a zither in one hand and wine in the other slowly walked to the pavilion on Crouching Tiger Mountain.
The zither was Chi Xue's treasure. A jar of yellow wine turned from boiling to warm. When she was about seventy or eighty feet away from the pavilion, she rushed up and sat on the ground. With the zither on her knees, she raised her head and drank a mouthful of yellow wine.
She just suddenly pressed the string with one hand.
The sonorous sound was like the cry of a phoenix in the Ninth Heaven, clear and unparalleled.
That year on the top of Mount Hui, when the scholar entered the Sage Realm, there was no snow on the snowfield. It was just a heavy rain. After the waves calmed down, before Li Chungang became a sword immortal on the land again, there was a man she hated to the core who held an umbrella for her. She didn't know whether she hated him or not. When she came to Mount Hui, she finally caused the death of her parents. She could only feel guilty for the rest of her life. Or she hated him for having the identity of the Heir of Beiliang, which was envied by everyone, so he didn't have to suffer like her. She could only rely on herself like a weak duckweed. She didn't know why she was asking a tiger for its skin. She was willing to do business with such a sloppy beggar who was in dire straits when she first met him. When did she stop hating him as much as before? Was it because she knew that he went to Beimang alone and his luck was gone like a piece of white paper, while her state skyrocketed because she absorbed the Imperial Jade Seal, so she could finally pity him? Or was it because after he knew that the Wooden Sword Ranger broke his sword, he was so depressed but didn't tell anyone. He only told her about his dream and the snowman while lying on the deck chair? Or was it because he bent down and gently tied a knot for her skirt under the table when they went to the Jiujiu Embassy in the snow of Tai 'an City?
Sitting on the top of the pavilion, Xuanyuan Qingfeng finished a jar of wine and threw it high into the lake.
Sword Maniac Wang Xiaoping was probably the last "outsider" to join in the fun. She walked out of the courtyard and looked up at the heavy snow. She didn't know if she was thinking of the time when she saw her master carrying her younger brother up the steps of Wudang. She also saw her eldest brother following behind silently and continuously brushing off the snow for her younger brother. Wang Xiaoping, who was serious in speech and manner, smiled knowingly. The resentment in her heart that her eldest brother was lucky to have the Golden Court and then lost it. She also felt that her younger brother didn't hesitate to sacrifice himself to achieve the Great Way for another 300 years. Looking at the back of the young man on the lake, Wang Xiaoping patted some snow off her shoulder. Senior brothers, even if I, Wang Xiaoping, once disliked Hsu Fengnian from the bottom of my heart, I will still bear the burden!
Wang Xiaoping, who was practicing her sword on the mountain and going down the mountain to ask for the Dao, was still smiling. She strode to the lakeside and stretched out her hand.
She condensed a long sword from the snow.
It was crystal clear.
Who dared to come ashore? Since Wang Xiaoping was doing things like killing demons, she had also killed the so-called immortals from overseas!
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