All Heavens Start with Lu Xiaofeng

Chapter 420 Tianzun breaks armor and rides three thousand horses, and cuts Jiang Chao with a flying sword

Nothing lasts forever.

When Yu Liancheng and his party arrived at the barren area bordering the two states, it was the time of separation
The sword boy Sanlu sat on the donkey, holding a sword in his hand, and his eyes shone with the light of dreams.

This is the sword he bought for 80 taels of silver. In the future, he will rely on it to travel across the world and become famous.

This sword entrusted his Jianghu dream, and it was even ready to be passed down to future generations as a family heirloom.

The young man treasured this sword very much, even if the master wanted to touch it, he would despise it and avoid it.

Sanlu twisted the sword for a long time, satisfied, and looked around again, always feeling that the atmosphere was not right after returning from buying the sword.

Especially my master, every time he looks at the eyes of Tonghuang, he feels silly no matter how he looks at him. He can't be in love with Tonghuang, right?
Although Mr. Tonghuang is handsome, he is still a man, and the difference in generation is here, so it is impossible to achieve a positive result.

What's more, how can two men carry on the family line?

This is unavoidable, if the master really has this idea, my sword boy will bring him back to the right path no matter what.

If Deng Tai'a knew what San Lu was thinking, even if he had a good temper, he would have kicked him twice in the ass.

San Lu glanced at the "beauty in white robe" who was wearing two knives at his waist, sighed softly in his heart, his complexion turned bitter.

That's all for Mr. Tonghuang, why is this guy so handsome.

If there are a few more guys like this in the arena, wouldn't the limelight be robbed, and there will be no day for the heroes of Sanlu to come out.

Sanlu quickly looked away again.

I can't look at it anymore, this white-robed gentleman is so handsome, if he looks at it again, he will become like a master.

It's better to be sister Wuzhu. Not only is she beautiful, she is also gentle and kind, and more importantly, she is a woman.

"Little Sanlu, don't look, you are not my type." Murong Wuzhu sensed Sanlu's gaze and smiled back.

"That, that..." San Lu's face turned red immediately, and he was speechless.

Murong Wuzhu seemed to have anticipated what he was going to say, and said with a slight smile: "If you can beat my younger brother one day, let's talk about it."

Sanlu's head dropped immediately.

Although the boy's spirit is extremely high, he still knows how much he is.

The five walked together for a while, Deng Tai'a stopped, looked at the sky, gently turned the peach blossom branch in his hand and said: "Okay, Murong boy, it's time for you and me to say goodbye."

Yu Liancheng had expected it a long time ago, and said, "Are you going to Wudi City?"

"That's right." Deng Tai'a looked into the distance, his eyes were substantial: "These days are quite fruitful, Deng is going to Wudi City to see if he can pull that old man Wang Xianzhi off his horse."

Yu Liancheng cupped his hands and said with a smile: "I wish you prosperous martial arts over there and victory in the flag."

"It's very rare." Deng Tai'a shook his head, his expression was quite sad: "Wang Xianzhi is really an old monster, a peerless genius who meets once in a hundred years. Even if Lu Zu is alive, he may not dare to let him get close."

Jiantong Sanlu was dissatisfied with Deng Tai'a's dejected words, and folded his hands on his chest: "Since that's the case, what is the master going to Wudi City for, begging for beating?"

"Some things, if you want to do it, do it. If you think too much about the gains and losses, you will lose the original flavor."

Deng Tai'a smiled slightly: "Wang Xianzhi is really invincible. He has been waiting for nearly sixty years. We old things can't pull him down. Cao Changqing can't, I can't, and Beimang's Tuoba Bodhisattva can't either. It's up to you in the future He, Wang Xianzhi, has been invincible all his life, and he always has to taste what it's like to fail, otherwise life wouldn't be boring."

Yu Liancheng held Zhuo Li behind his back, exuding an aura of loneliness, and said with a desolate attitude: "The so-called invincibility is nothing more than the pride and loneliness of 'seeing all the mountains and small'."

"It's really out of breath to say that you are fat, let's talk about it when you really defeat old man Wang." Deng Tai'a waved his hand and said, "Okay, I'm leaving, when I see you again, I hope there will be less Wang Wudi and one more Murong Wudi. "

Yu Liancheng waved his sleeves and said, "Go, go, I'm too lazy to see you off."

"Haha, where are the children of my generation who are so lingering and hypocritical?"

The old donkey walked away on the setting sun, and the boy dressed as a bookboy rode the donkey upside down, holding a sword in one hand and waving backwards with the other, with tears in his eyes.The middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance next to him raised his mouth, and was holding a peach blossom branch in his hand, twirling it gently, as if he felt the gaze behind him, and waved it casually.

People are gone.

The rivers and lakes remain the same.

Yu Liancheng only glanced at Deng Tai'a's back, then turned his head and looked at Nangong Pushe: "Nangong, we are also destined, what are you going to do next?"

The white-robed beauty rubbed the handle of the knife with her bare hands, and said with determination in her tone, "Practice and become the top master in the world." She added in her heart, 'then cut the enemy clean'.

"Good ambition." Yu Liancheng nodded, and said with a smile: "Are you interested in going to Beiliang with me, entering the Tingchao Pavilion, and reading half of the martial arts secret books in the world?"

Nangong Pu shot: "Are you going to Beiliang?"

Yu Liancheng nodded.

Nangong Pushe blinked her peach blossom eyes, and said with sparkling eyes: "Beiliang Prince's Mansion is one of the three forbidden places in martial arts. It is not an easy task to enter Tingchao Pavilion in Wang's Mansion."

Yu Liancheng smiled and said, "The mountain people have their own tricks."

"If that's the case, then Nangong will accompany you to the end." Nangong Pushe smiled slightly, and was illuminated by the setting sun, and his beautiful cheeks were rendered with a magnificent color, making him more charming.

Yu Liancheng said sincerely: "If you are a woman, you will surely bring disaster to the country and the people."

Nangong Pushe said without showing any weakness: "If you are a woman, men in the world will be unlucky."

Feeling the strange atmosphere of these two people, Murong Wuzhu felt slightly uneasy, and asked with a smile: "Tonghuang, you didn't even ask me if I was interested in going to Beiliang."

Yu Liancheng smiled and said, "Sister, are you interested in going to Beiliang with me?"

"Not interested, but..." Murong Wuzhu hugged Yu Liancheng's arm, smiling brightly: "Wherever you go, I will go there, don't even think about getting rid of my sister."

A burst of nephrite jade's warm fragrance hits the face, especially the elasticity and softness of the arms, which makes people forget about it.Yu Liancheng rubbed Murong Wuzhu's head, and said with a smile: "Okay, okay, then let's go to Beiliang together, and we won't get rid of my sister if we get rid of anyone."

……

"Kill the king, Heavenly Venerable Murong."

These seven characters spread with the battle of Guangling River.

Not to mention martial arts people, even traffickers and pawns are very familiar.

According to records of later generations, on August [-]th, when the tide was observed, Tianzun Murong broke three thousand armors with one hand.The death of Guangling King Zhao Yi, his son Zhao Fat and a group of guards shocked the whole world.

There is also a story among the folks that "Tianzun broke the armor for three thousand riders, and cut the river tide with a flying sword with a flick of a finger". Every time a person tells this story, he will always win a lot of applause, but he may be thrown into prison.

After defeating Xuanyuan Dapan and becoming the owner of Mount Hui, Yulian City once again became the focus of the world. It was even more shocking than before, and even the top management of Beimang paid attention.

The results of the Guangling battle exploded like a thunderbolt from the blue, causing shock and uproar all over the world, and the entire martial arts world became like a hot oil pan, completely boiling.

The impact was as great as when Wang Xianzhi defeated the old sword god Li Chungang.

King Guangling is one of the six vassal kings, and his strength is among the best, with many soldiers and generals, and many masters.

That dead fat pig was greedy for money and lustful, offended many people, and was assassinated countless times, but he often lost his life before seeing Zhao Yi's face.

If Emperor Murong Tong was just waiting for an opportunity, it would be nothing more than looking for an opportunity to assassinate.But under the watchful eyes of everyone, he raised his hand to smash the guards, collapsed the review platform, and beheaded Guangling King Zhao Yi in a grand manner.

As for Zhao Yi's elite army and the martial arts masters he had won over, there were countless casualties in this battle.

You must know that since ancient times, martial arts masters have rarely gained the upper hand against established armies, let alone such a big victory.

Such a record, even if it is not said to be unprecedented, it can be said to be the best in the contemporary era, so how can people not be shocked by it?
Emperor Murong Tong was born out of nowhere, and even though his rise was short, his reputation has already surpassed Cao Changqing, a romantic official, and Deng Tai'a, a peach blossom sword god.

Some people even think that he has the capital to challenge the one from Wudi City.

As for the killing of a famous vassal king, the Liyang court naturally refused to give up, issued a warrant for arrest, offered a reward of [-] gold, and at the same time sent Zhao Gou to try to capture Emperor Murong Tong.

But everyone knows that this is just a show.

Facing such top experts, the imperial court was also very powerless, Cao Changqing was an example.

……

at dusk.

On the mountain road, an old man and a young man were elongated by the afterglow. The old man was carrying a long bag wrapped in rags. He was dressed in rags and had white hair mixed with a few pieces of thatch. Begging, leading a bony lame horse.

The little one doesn't seem to be too young anymore, with stubble all over his face, dressed in hemp clothes from the market, like a refugee fleeing famine.If you are sharp-eyed, you may be able to find that this boy is actually quite handsome if he tidies up. If you meet a shameless old man, you will point to it and say: This boy has the demeanor of my youth.

"Old Huang, I calculated the time. We can go home in a month at most. By then, there will be a big piece of meat and a big bowl of wine. Damn, I didn't think that wine and meat were rare things before, but now I think about it. Just hungry."

The young man whose real age could not be seen wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve.

The slovenly old man with the appearance of a servant chuckled, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth with missing front teeth, making him look very simple and honest.

"Smile." The young man rolled his eyes: "I hope this journey is safe, but please don't let any bandits and bandits appear again, or I will have to confess."

"No, young master, I, Lao Huang, will protect you." The old servant who lacked front teeth patted his bony chest, and immediately coughed several times.

The young man rolled his eyes again: "Come on, you can run faster than me."

Lao Huang habitually smiled, revealing that he had no front teeth.

The young man looked at the baggage behind Lao Huang again, picked a weed at random and put it in his mouth: "I'm carrying this thing for six thousand miles, I don't know why I went crazy."

Lao Huang just smiled foolishly.

The young man thought of something, touched his stubble-covered chin, and said, "Old Huang, I remember I asked you if you were a master, and you nodded."

Lao Huang lowered his head and showed a "shy" posture like a lotus flower, and nodded coyly.

The young man asked, "Then how tall are you?"

Lao Huang blinked his eyes, seemed to be thinking, and then stretched out his hand to make a gesture after a while. He seemed to be about the same height as His Royal Highness, and then lowered his height.

"Hey, I think you are about the same height as me."

Having been with Lao Huang for more than two years, how could he not know his details, the young man smiled and grabbed Lao Huang's shoulders.

"When you were having a stomachache this morning, I slipped away to listen to the book. It was the hottest topic right now, 'Tianzun Breaks Armor Three Thousand Riders, Flying Sword Slashes River Tide'. Do you want to listen to it?"

Old Huang nodded hurriedly.

"Ahem, then I'll tell you. Wasn't there a big tide on the Guangling River a while ago? Zhao Yi, King of Guangling, watched the military parade of the tide..."

The young man also became interested, and immediately spit and scolded Fang Qiu, embellishing the half-heard stories in the teahouse, and telling them vividly.

"What a god, what a Murong Tonghuang, if this son meets him, he will definitely be rewarded, no..."

When it came to the end, the young man was still full of words.

"You can shake three thousand riders with one hand. Killing the King of Guangling by the Guangling River is really a domineering skill. I can't reward you. If I had known that I would have taken that guy from Wenhua to the Guangling River. You can't learn art from a teacher, but it's worth meeting such a fairy character."

Lao Huang raised his hand high and tapped his toes.

"Old Huang, what do you mean?" The young man was a little puzzled, and immediately slapped his forehead, showing a clear expression: "I understand, you mean that Murong Tonghuang's martial arts are so high."

"It's as high as two floors."

Old Huanghan smiled and showed his two front teeth, and pointed to the cover that was blowing in the wind not far in front. There was a big word for "tea" on the cover: "Master, there is a tea shop."

The young man licked his chapped lips and said that he was thirsty, but he happened to ask for a bowl of water.

Perhaps the previous story aroused the young people's interest in wandering the rivers and lakes. While walking, they still tirelessly discussed the matter of Murong Tianzun with the old servant who lacked front teeth.

"I used to think that practicing martial arts is vulgar, and it is the courage of a common man. But if you can practice martial arts to this level, tsk tsk, you can't go anywhere in the world..."

At this moment, Lao Huang stopped his body suddenly.

"What's wrong?" asked the young man
Lao Huang scratched his head and said, "Master, is Murong Tianzun very good-looking, and there is a sister who looks very similar."

The young man nodded.

Old Huang said again: "Are they accompanied by a woman in white clothes, who is also very good-looking, with two knives on the right side of her waist?"

"Old Huang, you have a good memory, and you listened carefully to what I said. You can remember such small details, not bad." The young man smiled and nodded, very satisfied with Lao Huang, the audience.

"No." Lao Huang pointed forward with his hand: "It's just that Lao Huang's eyes are not blind."

The young man looked along and saw a tea shop.

And three beautiful people in the tea shop.

It seems to be a man and two women, but they both have the posture of overwhelming the country.

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　ps: Thank you for the 5000 reward from the book friend "Da Zi Zao Wu You".

　　Haha, due to the update and poor quality, I haven't dared to appear in the comment area for a long time, and I haven't dared to respond to reminders for a long time.

　　Snow in the Snow is too long, I have never written such a long novel fan.And I read it a long time ago, so it takes a long time to find information every time, and it is not very smooth to write, so it is as slow as ever.

　　It's the end of this month, and the current monthly ticket can't go up to 1000, so it's completely salty.

　　In the past two days, I have made an outline, saved a few manuscripts, and tried to explode next month, sorry.

　　
　
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