Zhutian: My skills are not serious

Chapter 732: You're not going to pretend anymore? Then I'll show my hand too
With a sigh, the man's hand bent behind his back strangely, and from bottom to top, he caught the Su Wang covered with sword light with his bare hands. The red light from his palm rubbed against the green sword light, making a hissing sound. After a few breaths, Su Wang was captured with a wailing sound. His forehead lit up, not the golden pattern of Dahuangting, but a tangled green and red color. The dark ancient sword struggled in his palm, moving faster and faster, more and more violently. Clang, a sword energy broke through the roof and went straight into the sky, breaking Su Wang in two and the broken sword fell to the ground.

puff!
Cuihua's body trembled violently, and she spat out a large mouthful of blood. She fell to the ground with lifeless eyes, staring at the strongest sword in the Wu family's sword tomb, which was also the toughest sword. It was also the token of love between her and Wu Liuding. How could it be broken just like that? !
As the sword attendant of the Su Wang, she had been the one who carried the sword, fed the sword, and maintained the sword over the years. The Su Wang had become a part of her life, and now he was broken by Lin Qing with his bare hands? How strong was this guy? ! No wonder Li Chungang advised her not to act rashly before sending Wu Liuding's body back to the Wu Family Sword Tomb, even though he knew it was useless.

"Do you think I really care about the sword in the Wu Family Sword Tomb? The Daliang Dragon Bird is just a toy used to stimulate Xu Fengnian." Chu Pingsheng picked up the broken sword that had lost its spirituality: "Two-handed sword? You raise it, feed it, and respect it and love it? In my opinion, you are just an accessory in its thousands of years of life. The sword is a weapon. If you treat it indifferently, it will lose a bit of spirituality. If you cherish it as if it were your life, you are foolish and ignorant, and it is not the right way. Everything in the world is like this. The sword art of the Wu Family Sword Tomb has been possessed by a demon. It is actually good to destroy it."

rustling rustling...

The small building shook violently, dust fell like rain, and the five-link palace lantern in the shape of a bronze sacred tree emitted a wisp of green smoke, and finally went out completely. There was light outside the window, illuminating Chu Pingsheng and the broken sword in his hand, and illuminating the Wu family sword servant who was lying on the ground and unable to get up. It was not moonlight, not starlight, but sword light.

The three upper sword pillars blew away the roof, and the dark tiles flew into the air. The three lower sword pillars broke through the walls and destroyed the wood, and penetrated three feet into the ground. The small building, which had suffered severe damage from sword energy from inside and outside, was hit even harder. The south wall could not bear the weight, and with a loud crash, it collapsed forward along with the outer corridor, raising countless dust and filling the garden with bricks and wood.

Chu Pingsheng held the broken sword in his hand, looking at the six long swords with towering sword energy, three up and three down, shining brightly in the palace.

"Song Nianqing of the Dongyue Sword Pond, Fourteen Swords on Horseback."

Outside the Plum Garden, north of the Li Garden, there is a jujube tree that was struck by spring thunder, as if it was split in half by an axe. The half of the tree that faces the Plum Garden is lush and green in early winter, while the half that faces the Li Garden is bare and rotten. An old man in a green shirt with eight long swords on his shoulders has one foot withered and the other foot flourishing, hunched over, coughing softly, as if he is afraid of waking up the sweet dreams of the nearby residents, so he covers his mouth with a fist and moves very carefully.

There are eight long swords behind him and six long swords in front of the building, a total of fourteen swords, which should be fourteen swords on horseback. The philosophy of Dongyue Sword Pond and Wu Family Sword Tomb is different. They advocate the idea that people are not as good as the old and swords are not as good as the new. Song Nianqing has been wandering in the martial arts world for sixty years, comprehending fourteen swords and forging fourteen swords.

……

There are no plum trees in the Plum Garden, but there is a library in the Li Garden. In the library, there are bookshelves everywhere, with the Neo-Confucian classics of the Zhu family placed in horizontal rows, and the Neo-Confucian works of the Yao family placed in vertical rows. Wang Mingyin is known as the eleventh in the world. He was promoted to the second rank at the age of eighteen. He entered the Vajra Realm at the age of twenty-two and the Zhixuan Realm at the age of thirty-three. Now he is forty-four years old. He knows that if he continues to practice step by step, he will not be able to achieve celestial phenomena in this life. So he takes an unconventional approach and picks up the Neo-Confucian classics that give ordinary people a headache and make warriors frown. He wants to become a Confucian sage through martial arts.

Cuihua, the sword attendant of the Wu family, bought time for the sword master Song Nianqing and set up the ninth to fourteenth sword killing plan. He took the "Collected Works of Zhu Gong" borrowed from the Liyuandi Bookstore and pondered how to interpret the sentence "Those with pure temperament are saints and virtuous, like pearls in clear water. Those with turbid temperament are fools and unworthy, like pearls in turbid water."

He regretted that he had little education when he was young, and it was not easy for him to change his career when he grew up. It was all because of lack of money. In order to prevent his descendants from following his old path, he had to make more money. Prince Jing'an was a generous man. After this deal was done, he would not have to worry about money. The dusty Neo-Confucian works in the four study rooms of Liyuan, Tiandi Xuanhuang, would also belong to him from today.

Therefore, Liyuan is his territory, and anyone who wants to think about it should ask for his opinion first.

Wang Mingyin jumped up to the room, closed the Qingshu with his left hand, grabbed his belt with his right hand and pulled it out. The golden soft sword came out of its sheath. The night breeze blew gently, and the lanterns with the word "Jing'an" written on them under the corridor leading to the Plum Garden were swaying, and the sword in his hand was also swaying.

"I thought it was someone else, it turns out to be a groom."

The skinny old man on the roof of the corridor held a horsewhip in his hand, his hair messily draped over his shoulders. The wind brought a faint smell of scallion oil and wine. Old Xu was not used to the dishes cooked by the chef of Yuelai Inn, so he borrowed the stove to make a bowl of scallion oil noodles. He sat at the small dining table, eating noodles and drinking cheap Green Ant wine. Halfway through the meal, Chu Pingsheng called him, so he put down his chopsticks and followed the drunk young master out of the house to the Jing'an Palace.

The sky was clear, the moon was bright, and the wind was gentle. He was about to fall asleep due to the alcohol, but was awakened by a sword energy rising into the air. Without thinking, he jumped over the wall and left. When he got closer to the scene, he realized that he didn't have the sword, but a worn horse whip in his hand, which was really shabby compared with the golden soft sword in Wang Mingyin's hand.

Snapped.

Old Xu didn't bother to go back to the carriage to get the sword. He shook his hand and whipped a whip flower, whipping it towards Wang Mingyin's side face. The golden light rose lightly, winding like a snake, stirring around the tip of the whip, sticking to the whip and hanging diagonally. Old Xu hurriedly used his true energy to pull away, but it was still too late. The tip of the whip fell to the ground, rolled from the ridge to the eaves, and fell into the pond inside, splashing a wave.

"Half-step to the Mysterious Realm?"

Wang Mingyin folded a corner of Zhu Gong's collection of essays in his hand and put it in his arms. He infused his true energy into the soft sword, and the sword body was stretched straight. The ordinary sword was three feet three, and his sword was four feet five, which could be soft or hard and could be used as a gun. In his opinion, as a master who had been trapped in the Zhixuan realm for many years, it was not difficult to deal with the old groom who was half a step into the Zhixuan realm. This battle was considered overtime, and the prince had to pay extra money, because his mission was to delay the Fire Kirin and the eagle who might come to rescue him.

Old Xu knew that he was no match for Wang Mingyin, but he did not retreat. He glanced north at the small building swaying in the wind and rain under the sword energy formation, and swung his whip into a whirlwind, sweeping towards his opponent's lower body. The surging true energy crushed the tiles along the way, and the fragments flew everywhere with an amazing momentum, but it was unable to break through the external energy wall of the Zhixuan master, and was completely blocked outside.

……

Opposite Prince Jing's Mansion is the residence of Wei Zhao, the former commander of the Qingzhou Navy. Now, from the front gate guarded by stone lions to the back garden with a boat-shaped waterside pavilion, dozens of rooms are empty. The father and son who created all this stand under an old arhat tree opposite the waterside pavilion, looking at the sky above the palace.

"If possible, I really don't want to use my home as a battlefield." Zhao Heng held the beeswax Buddhist beads that he carried with him wherever he went, and moved them one by one to his right hand, mumbling something. If you listened carefully, you could hear the titles of the Ten Kings of Hell. Zhao Xun, the prince of Jing'an, was not as calm as him. From time to time, he lifted up his bloated skirt and stood on the stone table with a nine-vertical and nine-horizontal chessboard engraved on it under the arhat tree, looking north. Every move in the plum garden touched his heart.

"Xun'er, be steady and don't rush. It's useless to rush now."

After learning that Lin Qing actually didn't care about the life and death of the Lin family, Zhao Heng had the idea of ​​appeasement. However, the existence of Song Nianqing, the leader of Dongyue Sword Pool, made the idea of ​​appeasement just an idea. It involved the mind of the supreme being in Tai'an City, and he couldn't do whatever he wanted. The plan of taking advantage of Lin Qing's coveting the princess' body to set up a hunt was proposed by Song Nianqing.

"Where's Zhao Kai?"

"He took his talisman and went to rescue the princess." Zhao Xun said, "I'm worried..."

"Are you worried that Zhao Fengya will return to Tai'an City and report you to the emperor?"

"Yes."

"Why do you think Zhao Kai will bring Princess Suizhu back to Tai'an City?"

Zhao Xun looked puzzled: "Father, didn't you ask him to rescue Princess Suizhu?"

"Lin Qing sailed south and stayed at Laoshan Island. Why did Zhao Kai return to Shangyin Academy at this time? Who summoned him? Have you ever thought about it?" Zhao Heng said, "This morning, someone sent a message that Cao Changqing, a remnant of Western Chu, had been following Xu Fengnian's carriage south from Qinghu City, but he has not yet launched an attack. Do you think this is just a coincidence? We hope that Lin Qing will die, and the Beiliang Xu family also hopes so. There is another person hiding in the dark who not only wants Lin Qing to die, but also wants to muddy the waters."

"Father, what do you mean? Not only Song Nianqing, but Cao Changqing will take action tonight? There is also a yellow bird that wants to catch them all in one fell swoop?"

Zhao Heng didn't say anything, but just put his hands into the sleeves of his bright yellow dragon robe, feeling the night wind getting a lot cooler.

Zhao Xun said: "What about us? Who are we?"

“It’s a good thing to have ambition, but it’s not a good thing if you don’t have the wisdom and action to match your ambition.”

"..."

Zhao Xun knew that his father was trying to trick him, and he felt angry and unwilling to accept it.

……

In the back kitchen of Yuelai Inn, there is a bowl and a pot on the tattered food table where the cook and the waiter usually eat. There is half a bowl of noodles in the bowl, which is not only cold but also clumped together. The smell of scallion oil is constantly fermenting and a bit pungent. There is green ant wine in the pot, which is less than half full and still a bit warm. This common family can buy three pots of liquor during the holidays. Like the scallion oil noodles, it tastes hot, fragrant and smooth. Once it gets cold, it is not only difficult to swallow, but also loses its soul.

Bilibili.

The oil lamp on the food table jumped, splashing tiny sparks, and in a flash, an old man appeared in the room. He was wearing a white robe, with messy hair and half-closed eyes, as if he had just woken up. He touched the half-pot of green ant wine on the food table, walked to the messy food table, put the oil lamp farther away, peeled off the dry skin and dead leaves of the remaining two scallions, picked up the kitchen knife with two scallion leaves on it, and cut it into scallion segments as thick as a little finger. The scallion was too spicy, so he used his sleeves to wipe his tearful old eyes from time to time.

呲......

After a few breaths, steam was seething from the stove, the fried egg yolk was smooth and tender, and the aroma of green onions filled the room. The old man stir-fried for a while, put some salt into the pot, tasted the saltiness and found it was ok, then took out a black porcelain bowl from the spice rack next to the stove and poured the steaming hot scrambled eggs with green onions in the iron pot into it in one go. He also saw a small condiment bowl filled with half a bowl of shiny black sesame seeds, and he couldn't help but scoop a full spoonful of it into the black porcelain bowl of egg yolk and green onion, then carried it to the food table.

When passing by the open kitchen door, he saw several green rainbows rising from the eastern sky. He stopped and frowned, shook his head after a few breaths, served the dishes to the table, did not wash the wine glass and chopsticks used by Lao Xu, poured wine into the cup, took a sip of cold wine, picked up a small piece of scallion and put it in his mouth, took another sip of cold wine, skipped the large piece of scallion, picked up another small piece of scallion and put it in his mouth, repeated this process over and over again, until only large pieces of scallion and large pieces of eggs were left in the black porcelain bowl.

(End of this chapter)