surnamed Wang

Chapter 238
Wang Gingquan frowned and looked at the old man who appeared behind him silently, thinking about the origin of the other party in his heart.

He pretended to be just an ordinary poor old man, but the broken sword hanging from his waist caught Wang Bingquan's attention.

When Wang Gangquan looked at the old man, the old man was also watching him, with a suspicious expression on his face, as if he had doubts in his heart.

"This old man, what's the matter?" Wang Gangquan spoke first.

The old man stroked his beard and asked:

"Dare to ask, is your surname Wang?"

Wang Gingquan was puzzled when he heard the words, "My surname is Pu, why does the old man ask such a question?"

"You look a lot like the person I want to kill."

The old man's words were astonishing.

Wang Gangquan narrowed his eyes when he heard the words, and continued to talk nonsense:
"Dare to ask the old man, does the person you are looking for have cheeks like mine?"

As he spoke, he pointed to his cheek, which had just been swollen from mosquito bites.

The old man shook his head, "In that case, it really doesn't look like it."

After the old man finished speaking, he walked towards the forest.

Seeing the opponent's figure disappear into the dense forest, Wang Gangquan breathed a sigh of relief, and then quickly walked towards the camp.

"Have you packed up, let's go quickly."

"What's the matter, brother, seeing you are in such a hurry, could it be that there are fierce beasts in the forest?"

"Forget it, there is an old man who wants to kill me."

Wang Gingquan explained while urging the carriage.

"What is an old man afraid of him for?"

Maybe it's because Tang Sect's prestige is not enough, Pu Wen is becoming more and more defiant now.

"You know what a fart. Although I have lost all my internal strength, I am still a person who has climbed to the top anyway. Naturally, my vision is wider than that of ordinary Jianghu people. Although I didn't see the depth of the other party just now, I am definitely a stubborn stubble."

"No matter how hard it is, can it be tougher than me?"

Pu Wen looked unbelieving, perhaps because he was getting close to his destination, and this guy became more and more relaxed. Before encountering thieves in the way, he always chose to walk around. Now facing a swordsman who doesn't know how deep he is, he is eager to try stand up.

Wang Gangquan reminded at the right time:
"Don't forget what we're here for this trip. If something happens, hide if you can. Let the moon cake be cured first."

"Oh yes, it's true that healing is more important."

Once moon cakes were involved, Pu Wen instantly became sober.

But what should come will still come, just as Wang Bingquan breathed a sigh of relief, a rusty sword was stuck in front of the carriage.

Wang Gangquan stopped the carriage, and the old man appeared beside the carriage at this moment.

"You cunning boy, I was almost fooled by you, I am..."

"I don't care who your grandma is!"

Wang Gangquan said a few words, turned the horse's head, and ran in another direction, leaving the old man standing alone in a daze.

After sighing a little, the old man drew out his sword and threw it upward again.

Wang Gingquan, who was driving the carriage, looked back subconsciously, and felt relieved when he found that the old man was still standing there, but when he turned his head, he suddenly found a sword hanging in front of him at some point, with the blade facing him. his head.

"This old clapper really has some fucking skills."

Wang Gingquan cursed and cursed, but his speed didn't slow down at all, and he slammed directly towards the Rusty Sword. The Rusty Sword was full of spirituality. After twirling a sword flower in the air, it flew straight towards Wang Gingquan's neck.

Seeing that the sharp blade was about to cut across his neck, Wang Gingquan suddenly raised his arms and crossed them in front of him. The old man standing in the distance especially squinted his eyes and thought inwardly that even if he used his arms to block it, he would still be cut off two more times for no reason. Just an arm.

But the expected scene of blood splattering did not happen. The moment the flying sword touched the arm, there was a sound of gold and stone colliding, and then it was bounced away, spinning in the air for several times before stopping.

The old man's eyes were strange, "Golden Silk Armor, the little doll is interesting."

Just as he was speaking, a long knife slashed down in the air, hitting the top of the old man's head.

The old man surnamed Ye flashed his figure and swept out, dodging the fatal blow in an understatement.

"The old thing reacts quite quickly."

North Turkistan has never had a tradition of respecting the old and caring for the young. Survival of the fittest is the law of the prairie.

Seeing the knife cut into the air, Pu Wen directly raised his right foot and kicked the blade. The knife, which was still falling, was directly changed into a sweep by his side, and continued to attack the old man.

The old man who hadn't had time to report his name was not flustered. While stepping backwards, he pointed with his left hand at the rusty sword that was still hanging in the air.

Seeing this, Pu Wen didn't give him time to recall Feijian at all, he handed him the sword, and the power of the sword increased instead of diminished.

Even though the old man surnamed Ye has the appearance of a sword fairy, but he doesn't have a sword in his hand, he can't help but feel a little passive, especially when the sword intent is not perfect, he can't reach the realm where all the grass, trees, bamboo and stone can be used as swords.

……

Pu Wen seems to be aggressive, but in fact he knows in his heart that the skill of the old man in front of him is indeed superior to him. Now he can only learn from the king's power, accumulate his own sword power through continuous attacks, and then release a fierce attack comparable to "meat" Only by hitting can there be hope of victory.

Just after Pu Wen charged up and swung the knife, the originally indomitable momentum of the knife suddenly froze, and the old man who had been dodging from the beginning to the end was clamping the blade with his two fingers at this moment.

This sudden meal made Pu Wen astonished, and at the same time, he also had hidden wounds in his body due to the inability to express his hostility. After all, this was the first time he had used a concentrated blow, and he couldn't be as flexible as Wang Quanquan.

Seeing the young man whose face turned from red to white and then red, the old man surnamed Ye smiled and said:
"Baby, this trick is not used like this."

Immediately, a sword was handed out, and the sound of the sword resounded throughout the world.

Seeing that the sword's edge was getting closer and closer to him, Pu Wen had nowhere to hide, so he gritted his teeth and resorted to the "reckless" move.

The old man's sword aura was overwhelming, while Pu Wen's sword aura was chaotic.

With the passage of time, under the impact of the old man's sword energy, the once destructive and insignificant style gradually showed signs of being invincible.

At this moment, the corner of Pu Wen's mouth, which was in the center of Dao Qi, was already bleeding faintly. Due to his perverse actions and forceful movements, many tendons in his body were damaged, and now there is a tendency to gradually aggravate them.

But he can't stop, if he loses, the only thing waiting for everyone is death.

"Boy, who taught you this trick?"

The old man asked with great interest.

"I want you to take care of it?"

Pu Wen's face was pale, and he squeezed out these words from between his teeth, but as soon as he finished speaking, a lot of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.

"If you continue to pervert, the gods will not be able to save you. Since you are determined to die, you might as well die by the old man's sword."

After the old man surnamed Ye finished speaking, the sword aura rose suddenly, directly piercing the saber aura around Pu Wen, and then the sword momentum remained undiminished, directly stabbing Pu Wen's chest.

A cloud of blood bloomed from Pu Wen's chest, and he lowered his head in disbelief.

"Pu Baiyan!"

The little girl's moon cake burst into tears instantly. This was the second time she witnessed Pu Wen's desperation. The first time she was able to block a fatal blow for him, but this time she could only watch helplessly.

"I fought with you!"

The little girl was about to rush at the old man desperately with her teeth and claws, but was grabbed by the collar by Wang Gangquan who was at the side, and the former looked at him angrily.

The old man turned a deaf ear to all this, pulled out the long sword stuck in the man's chest, and shook the blood on it, Pu Wen fell down unwillingly after spitting out a mouthful of blood.

……

Wang Gangquan didn't choose to go up and fight for his life, but smiled wryly, and bowed slightly to the old man:

"Dare to ask the old man's name?"

The old man smiled when he heard the words, and said slowly:
"Old man Ye Jian."

"It turned out to be Senior Ye. I've heard my father mention Senior before. When I saw him today, he really deserved his reputation."

"Oh? Does anyone in today's world remember this old man?"

"My father dare not forget the grace of teaching me for a moment."

Speaking of this, Wang Gangquan lowered his head.

"Don't be glib, there are eighty people like this old man asking for sword skills these years.

When I'm in a good mood, I'll give them some pointers. If they're in a bad mood, I'll kill them. Who is your father?tell me the story. "

"Report to senior, my father Zhao Zhiyi."

Wang Gangquan answered truthfully.

"Zhao Zhiyi..." The old man chanted the name, frowning and remembering, maybe his head was not so bright in his old age, the old man thought for a long time before he opened his mouth and said:

"Remember, more than 20 years ago, a guy who claimed to be the Northern Sword God came to ask about swords. I saw that his name was older than mine, so I taught him a lesson.

My original intention was to let him understand what a real sword fairy is, but I didn't expect that guy to pester the old man for three months and let the old man teach him every move and a half. In the end, I couldn't stand it anymore, so I taught him one move. "

Wang Gangquan's heart moved when he heard the words, "Old man, logically I should call you Master, do you want to..."

Wang Gangquan hadn't finished speaking when he saw the other party wave his hand.

"Don't do this with me, I just killed a disciple for 100 million taels a few days ago, why are you more special than him?
Furthermore, the old man killed your companion. If you and I are desperate, the old man still respects your courage and can leave a whole body, but if you pretend that nothing happened and want to get away with it, then what is the use of the old man keeping you ? "

This old bangzi, co-author will die anyway!

Wang Gangquan cursed in his heart, but there was a flattering smile on his face.

"Senior really loves to joke. If it wasn't for the sword stabbed by senior just now, my brother would have suffered damage to his veins, and his martial arts would be completely useless. It is possible to die again."

……

When the two fought just now, the reason why Wang Bingquan was not in a hurry to intervene was because he had already seen that the old man hadn't tried his best, and the final stab, which seemed to take Pu Wen's life, was actually helping him.

The Grass and Mustard Form seems simple, but in fact it is extremely dangerous to perform. If you are not careful, you will hurt yourself. This point is most clear to Wang Qingquan.Just now after Pu Wen's momentum was interrupted, he still forcibly used it, which is undoubtedly a big taboo.

And the sword handed out by the old man was impartial, and it just pierced the opponent's Tanzhong acupoint. This move forcibly interrupted the flow of Qi in Pu Wen's body. Although it caused a lot of damage to him, it was better than death .

……

The old man stared straight at Wang Gingquan, until he stared at him a little hairy, and then said:

"Little baby is smart enough, like your father, but even so, I still want to kill you."

"..."

Wang Gingquan wanted to scold people very much at this moment, and it took him a long time to spit and say it for nothing.

His mind was spinning rapidly, and just as he was about to speak, Yan Rongrong who was on the side first asked:
"Aren't you afraid that if you, an old senior, kill some of our juniors, it will make people laugh at you?"

The old man said indifferently:

"The old man has sealed the sword for twenty years, how many people in the world still remember the name of the sword fairy?

Even if someone really dares to ridicule the old man behind his back, at worst, they will be killed together. "

"This old man kills when he opens his mouth, and kills when he keeps his mouth shut.

Laozi is also dead horizontally, and vertically is also dead.

Damn, fight! "

Thinking of this, Wang Gangquan was really aroused, he raised his hands and said:

"Old senior, boy, I really want to fight with you, but unfortunately, my dantian was destroyed in the previous battle. I know that senior doesn't care about the infamy of invincibility, but if this junior dies like this, it really doesn't matter. Convinced.

So before he died, he wanted to ask the sword to the senior like my father did back then, wondering if the senior could teach me a thing or two? "

Wang Gangquan's words were neither humble nor overbearing, but his heart kept beating. The old man was moody, and he didn't know if he could touch his pain point.

"Hahaha, what an arrogant boy, since you have lost all your martial arts, why do you think you are qualified to ask me about the sword?"

The old man stroked his beard and laughed, not sure if he was really amused, or the young man was stubbornly resisting in front of the joke.

Wang Gangquan heard the words with a serious face, and said word by word:

"Based on the younger generation's style, it can kill immortals."

"Oh?"

For the first time, the old man looked at the young man in front of him. Knowing that he had stepped into the realm of sword fairy, he still dared to say that he could kill a fairy.

If it's the former, I don't mind knowing this sword move that claims to be able to kill immortals.

"Okay, I want to see what tricks you can use."

"Old Immortal, let's make it clear that I have no internal strength, so we only compete with sword moves, and we are not allowed to use sword qi and sword intent. Whoever can't resist using it is the old bastard."

"hiss!"

Wang Gangquan's arrogant words made the companions present break out in cold sweat. This ancestor will not stop until he offends the old man to death, right?
"No problem." The old man smiled, but his eyes were full of killing intent.

He is a trustworthy person, if the other party really has a move that catches his eyes, he doesn't mind letting him go, if it's just to show off his quick tongue, he doesn't mind pulling out the other party's tongue before killing him.

Wang Gangquan's mouth is crazy, but his heart is empty. Now he can only pray that that move is really amazing enough.

……

"The general trend of the world, the long-term division must be united, and the long-term must be divided."

In a school in the capital city, a teacher was teaching the students while shaking his head.

"Sir, what is the general trend of the world today?"

A student asked.

The teacher closed a book called "National Policy" in his hand, stroked his gray beard and said:

"The world we usually talk about is centered on the Central Plains, but the real world includes the entire Kyushu.

A country of Wa, which faces us across the sea, disturbs the southeast coast without peace, let alone farther places.

To put it closer, the four major alien races are like hungry wolves, always staring at the fertile land of the Central Plains, as long as one is not paying attention, an army will overwhelm the land.

Buddhism in Xichi is in full swing, the old emperor is old, and the two princes are ambitious.

The Great Khan of the Northern Turkistan, Agudam, was in his prime of life, and had already integrated the various tribes that had always fought independently. The little prince inherited his father's ability to conquer and fight, and he was also a threat that could not be ignored.

Although Donghan's actions are the smallest, there is a prime minister who is good at planning. The literary general from the Central Plains has been behind the scenes for a long time, manipulating a big game of chess. Fortunately, their king Chu Buxiu is old and has no successors. Otherwise, it must be the four clans the most troublesome one.

As for the Southern Qiang, although the least news has come out, it should not be underestimated. They have always been rebellious, and a newly appointed patriarch seems to be very capable. "

Speaking of this, the old gentleman paused, and looked out of the window, where a burly figure was standing there quietly.

The old master shook his head and continued:

"As for the Central Plains, it seems to be the most peaceful at present, but the more peaceful the surface is, the more undercurrents are surging underneath."

After the old gentleman finished speaking slowly, he announced that the get out of class was over. After the students had left, the burly figure with a height of seven feet appeared in front of the old master.

Without saying a word, the strong man opened his huge palm, revealing the four copper coins inside.

One of the four copper coins was obviously different from the other three. The old man put the copper plate with "Da Yuan Tong Bao" in his pocket and sighed.

……

(End of this chapter)