All Heavens Start with Lu Xiaofeng

Chapter 411 Peach Blossom Sword God Deng Tai'a

The book boy rode a donkey backwards into the town, and asked curiously, "Master, why do you suddenly want to come out for a walk?"

"It's just a momentary feeling."

The middle-aged man's appearance is ordinary, but the corners of his mouth are habitually raised, and he seems to always smile, and by the way, his unremarkable face is also soft and gentle.

"My lord, don't try to lie to me. Recently, Murong Tonghuang came out of the rivers and lakes. It is said that he is very skilled in swordsmanship. He occupied Huishan and called himself 'Tianzun'. We are on the way to Huishan. You must want to see it." Look at that man." To be precise, it was the sword boy, but the young man who had almost never carried a sword to the master smiled.

"You're the only one who is smart." The middle-aged man chuckled.

He didn't lie to Jiantong, but he just felt something in his heart.

"Hee hee, it is said that Emperor Murong Tong is not only high in martial arts, but also very handsome, and has a very beautiful, very beautiful sister. I don't know if it is true or not."

"So what if it's true? So what if it's fake? It's just a skin." The middle-aged man didn't care.

"That's not true, I will choose a beautiful one when I ask for a wife in the future, so I don't want to be a bachelor like you, master." Jiantong's eyes lit up.

"I miss my wife before I grow up." The middle-aged man laughed dumbly.

Jiantong said in a tone of hatred for iron and steel: "Master, I heard that the old sword god Li Chungang was very romantic when he was young. He has had many confidante friends in his life and has attracted countless heroines. You, the new sword god, are lonely. It's just that I didn't see that female hero crazy about you, throwing it into the crowd, no one would recognize you."

The middle-aged man in coarse linen clothes is indeed in the realm of good manners and no temper. He touched his face and said with a smile: "Probably I am not handsome enough, work harder in the future."

"Master, don't be discouraged. If you clean up, there will still be women who like you."

Jiantong patted the middle-aged man's shoulder again, and said in a steady tone.

"What's more, we people in the Jianghu place the most importance on martial arts. Master, you, the new sword god, fought against Wang Xianzhi three times, neither winning nor losing. But Li Chungang was forcibly broken by the 40-year-old Wang Xianzhi with his fingers. A stepping stone for others, I see it as an embroidered pillow with a name in vain.”

The middle-aged man showed a rare dignified expression, and said in a deep voice: "Sanlu, don't be disrespectful to Senior Li."

Seeing that the master was angry, the young Jiantong didn't dare to speak nonsense after all, so he said "Anthracene" obediently, so he changed the target and belittled him: "I think old man Wang is also a dog sitting on a dog dung pile, and he himself is the king and hegemony. , the parents who beat him must not know each other."

The man shook his head and looked up to the sky: "Don't count on it for the rest of your life, the parents he beat me up don't even know each other."

Jiantong clasped his chest with both hands, angrily humming vigorously.

The middle-aged man didn't take it seriously: "You children naturally don't understand what it means that Li Chungang was not born in the sky, and the way of swordsmanship grows into the night. In the past 500 years, there have been countless swordsmen in the world, and in the end only this old man's swordsmanship has been able to catch up with Lu Zu. "

"As for Wang Xianzhi, Wang Xianzhi, as long as he is number two, no one in the world dares to call him number one. Even if Lu Zu came into the world, he might not dare to let him get close. He is really invincible."

"I might be lucky enough to beat Senior Li in killing people, but it's only slightly better. But in terms of swordsmanship, I'm far behind."

The sword boy only listened to the sound, and immediately smiled: "Whether it's martial arts or sword practice, isn't it just for fighting and killing people, master, you are the number one."

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "You think clearly."

"That's natural." The young man riding on the stove immediately puffed up his chest and assumed the aura of a tall man, but as his stomach made a "cuckling" sound, he suddenly fell down again: "Master, I'm hungry .”

The Zhongnan man stopped his small movements of spinning the peach blossom branches, and said with a smile, "Okay, let's find a steamed stuffed bun shop, and let's pad our stomachs."

The donkey-riding sword boy immediately lowered his face: "It's buns again."

The middle-aged man patted his head: "It's good to eat something."

Jiantong rolled his eyes and said, "Master, I don't eat steamed stuffed buns, can you give me my share of copper coins?"

How could the middle-aged man not know what he was thinking, and said with a smile, "How much money have you saved?"

Jiantong smiled and said: "It's 15 taels. I've agreed with Blacksmith Wang. When I save up to 18 taels, he will sell me the sword at the bottom of the box."

The middle-aged man said: "You still have to eat. At your age, you don't even have the strength to use a sword if you don't eat enough."

Jiantong muttered: "But I really don't want to eat steamed stuffed buns, shall we eat something else?"

The middle-aged man smiled bitterly, touched the bag, but there were not a few taels of silver left.

Everyone in the rivers and lakes has heard the reputation of Deng Tai'a, the Peach Blossom Sword God, but no one would have thought that he would worry about a meal.

It is too easy for a master like him to want gold, silver and property, but if he is asked to do things against his heart, there will be no Mrs. Deng today.

"Deng Taohua, are you interested in coming up for a drink?" A clear voice sounded, but it came from a nearby restaurant, a person poked his head out and looked at the middle-aged man with a smile: "I invite you."

"You are so handsome." The middle-aged man can be said to have seen countless people, but when he saw this handsome face, he was still amazed.

And Jiantong was also dazed for a moment, then jumped off the donkey, handed the donkey to the waiter in the shop, and pulled the middle-aged man who was still hesitating upstairs with excitement: "Master, why are you in a daze, someone invites you to dinner Drinking, idiots don't go."

"Are you an idiot?" The middle-aged man shook his head and smiled, but if he didn't want to meet the person upstairs, how could Jiantong move him.

When the master and servant went up to the second floor, they saw a pair of celestial beings, and what was even more strange was that their appearances were also [-]-[-]% similar.

The handsome young man looked at the middle-aged man holding a peach blossom, and said with a smile, "Deng Taiah, the Peach Blossom Sword God?"

Deng Tai'a's eyes were also focused on the young man: "The Heavenly Venerable Murong Tonghuang?"

The two seemed to be asking each other, but there was affirmation in their tone.

Yu Liancheng smiled and said, "It's better to meet by chance than to invite each other. Deng Jianshen, please sit down. Today I will be the host."

"Then thank you very much." Mrs. Deng still had a warm smile on her face, but her heart was already slightly turbulent.

When the other party poked his head out from the upstairs earlier, he couldn't detect the other party's aura, it was unfathomable, as if there was no such person in the world.

Even though the other party is sitting in front of him now, it still seems to be shrouded in a thick fog, making it hard to see the truth.

At this time, how could Peach Blossom Sword God not know that this handsome young man in front of him is a master standing at the top of the rivers and lakes, and his martial arts cultivation seems to be unfathomable.

There are talents from generation to generation.

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(End of this chapter)