Fu Canglu

Chapter 38
In the 16 years of the Spring and Autumn Period, a list of heroes from all over the world.

There is Yu Motou who slaughtered and cast swords, the Mu family became famous overnight, there is Master Wuxuan who crossed the river and stepped on the dragon king, and there is Xuanhuangjian who lives in Luoyang and has never been born. These people are like sparks lit up in the dark night, illuminating the entire gloomy Jianghu!But no matter how amazing these people were, they did not take away the limelight of being number one on the list.

In 16, only Jian Zongming was the leader of the Tianbang.

Jian Zongming only made a few shots, but he was praised by the world to an unbelievable level.

16 years ago, 16-year-old Jian Zongming appeared in front of the world for the first time.

In the first year of the Spring and Autumn Period, Cao Zhixuan confiscated Luoyang and established himself as the emperor. Therefore, Luoyang is the number one city in the north.

When Emperor Wei Cao Zhixuan embraced the Northern Wei Dynasty for the first time, he set up a sword sealing meeting.

Let the world see the youngest and sharpest sword in the Northern Wei Dynasty.

The Sword Sealing Conference is scheduled for one month later.

Countless young talented swordsmen from the Northern Wei Dynasty flocked here, and the Sword Sealing Conference was hailed as a once-in-a-century event beyond the Sword Cocktail Club.

However, when the dust settled in the Sword Sealing Conference, a sword went straight into Luoyang.

The boy in the year of Dancing Elephant, dressed in clean white clothes, stepped on the gate of Luoyang city with a divine sword on his back, facing the city full of swordsmen alone, his temples fluttering, his sleeves fluttering, he looked at it for a long time, and finally shook his head.

This white-clothed boy had never been in the Central Plains before, no one knew where he was a teacher, no one knew his last name.

But everyone remembered the words he said standing on the top of Luoyang City.

That sentence turned Cao Zhixuan's sword sealing meeting into a joke.

"The city is full of scrap iron, where is the sword?"

The white robe stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes swept casually.

That gaze swept across the city full of swordsmen, and finally fell on Xuanhuang Jianzong Heng standing respectfully beside Emperor Wei. The white-clothed boy laughed in a low voice, then suddenly shouted, "In this city, is there anyone who can draw a sword?"

The swordsmen of the Sword Sealing Conference drew their swords one after another.

However, the sound of the sword being drawn did not resound, and the whole city was silent.

In such a huge city, all the swordsmen held their swords tightly by the hilts, and none of them could pull out their own swords.

Wei Huang's face was livid, looking at the swordsmen selected by the so-called sword sealing conference, none of them could pull out the three-foot sword from its sheath.

The young man in white laughed, his face was full of coldness, "I thought the Sword Sealing Conference was not a joke."

Xuanhuangjian narrowed his eyes and took a step forward.

"Raise the sword." The white-clothed boy pointed at Emperor Wei, and the swords in the city were unsheathed, with their heads connected to each other, and the world was silent, forming a painting.

Bai Yi point finger to kill the emperor.

Numerous sharp swords rose into the sky, unsheathed themselves, and the tip of the sword was connected to the hilt, like a dragon ascending into the sky.As soon as the young man pointed his finger down, there were clattering sounds.

Thousands of swords hung in the sky, and under the dumbstruck eyes of countless swordsmen, they turned into a furious dragon with its head raised and claws, rushing towards the high throne of Wei Huang in an instant.

Xuanhuangjian's expression was normal, he took a step forward, but said a word to Emperor Wei.

"retreat."

Wei Huang's complexion suddenly changed.

After this battle, Xuanhuangjian no longer had the chance to be the leader of the Tianbang, let alone step out of the Luoyang Palace.The Sword Sealing Conference that Emperor Wei said would be held every year was directly abolished.

After this battle, No. [-] in the Tianbang remained unchanged.

After this battle, everyone in the world knows the name of Jian Zongming!
Immediately afterwards, Jian Zongming came down to Qiliang Jiangnan Road to challenge the number one general of the Spring and Autumn Period.

Qi Liang Bingsheng, Lu Songqing.

At the beginning of autumn, the sycamore trees on Jiangnan Road fell overnight.When the day comes again, the old and white-bearded Lu Songqing dies in the world, and Qi and Liang cry for soldiers.

Since then, the world has known that the sharpest sword in the world is not the "Xuanhuang" in Zong Heng's palm, nor the "Six Secret Teachings" on Lu Lao's lap, but the "Dugu" hanging behind Jian Zongming.

Kendo alone.

Jian Zongming has always been dressed in spotless white clothes, and the snow-white sword "Dugu" behind his back has only been unsheathed three times.

One sword frightened Wei Huang away, and Xuanhuangjian lived in seclusion in Luoyang for 16 years.

Yijian wept Qi Liang, and advised the soldier sage to drive the crane back as soon as possible.

The last sword fell far away in the South China Sea, and four words were carved on the monument of Liuxian.

Kendo Dugu.

Jian Zongming has no friends, only the sword behind his back.

For 16 years, Jian Zongming traveled all over the world, but there was only one place he never set foot in.

Fengting City.

And at this moment, the Fengting City Gate.dusk.

It was approaching the opening of the Sword Cocktail Club, and almost all swordsmen from all over the world had entered Fengting City early.

The city was full of hustle and bustle.It was a little lonely outside the city.

The soldiers on the routine patrol of the City Lord's Mansion at the gate of the city, carrying a jug of wine, drank a little bit, and seemed to see a white figure in the distance, stepping on the darkness between the sky and the earth, from far to near.

The white robe with its sleeves behind was swaying in the wind, and the snow-white sword Dugu was silently in its sheath, even the person with the sword seemed deserted and lonely.

The soldier rubbed his eyes, and was horrified to find a white figure at the city gate.

The two are actually somewhat similar.One in white, one with white hair.

"God's hell!" The soldier took a big gulp of strong alcohol, feeling more and more confused in his mind, unable to stand the alcohol, his upper and lower eyelids were as heavy as lead, and before he ordered him to call Cheng At the gate, two people dressed like female ghosts entered the city, and they hiccupped and fell on the top of the gate.

A few days later, a shocking change occurred at the Sword Wine Club, and the two white clothes attracted the attention of the Central Plains.And at this time, the little soldier named Tao Fenlun who was drunk and mistaken finally remembered. That day, the two people dressed as female ghosts were probably Jian Zongming and Ye Xiaolou. Fortunately, he was drunk, otherwise he would be afraid It's because of his life that he went around bragging about his two people's looks that he couldn't remember clearly.

From the beginning of the month, Shuanghui.

Jian Zongming looked expressionlessly at Ye Xiaolou who was three feet away in front of him.

The sword and wine order thrown by Ye Xiaolou was hit by a huge force out of thin air in mid-air, turning into powder and falling down.

Jian Zongming was silent.

Ye Xiaolou narrowed his eyes, he remembered what Master said.

"Jian Zongming has just completed his swordsmanship, showing his sharpness. He will definitely not pay attention to you, just bring the order, don't need to say much, let alone do anything."

So Ye Xiaolou smiled in a low voice, ignored the last sentence, and murmured in his heart.

"No need to say much, just do it."

Afterwards, there was a sudden sound, and an aurora shot out from the gate of the city like a shooting star. The blade of the sword passed through Ye Xiaolou's palm and went straight three feet, and the hilt stopped just where the five fingers held it.

Jian Zongming's long hair on the sideburns was slightly raised, and he actually brought a smile for the first time.

His eyes first glanced at Ye Xiaolou, then passed Ye Xiaolou and swept into Fengting City.

In Fengting City, there are so many swords in one city.

There are too many, more than the sum of his 16 years of traveling around the world.

I have never been in that cottage for 16 years.

Now, it's time.

Jian Zongming slowly stretched out his hand and grabbed Dugu behind him.

The moment he held the hilt of the sword, there was a wave of sword intent.

At that moment, time seemed to stand still.

Storm Village.

Xuanhuang Jianzong stood with his beard twisted horizontally, and was playing swordsmanship with Princess Longque.

Both of them were startled.

"Uncle Zong, this sword intent?" Wei Lingshan squinted his long and narrow phoenix eyes and asked tentatively.

"It's him." Zong Heng squeezed his long beard carefully, his eyes thoughtful.

"Is the number one in the 16th year's list actually trying to challenge Lord Sword Master?"

Picking the Star Building.

The great alchemist in black who carefully taught Yi Xiao and Su Fu was eloquent.

"Boy Yi Xiao, forget me! Forget who you are, and forget that you can't practice!"

"Su Fu, listen to the sound of the sword"

Suddenly, the voice of the great alchemist in black stopped.

At the same time, the eleven swords on Su Fu's body clanked crazily, and Long Ni Fengyi even shook insanely!

At that moment, Su Fu was awakened from the almost silent world of swords, and the sound of eleven swords was deafening!His closed eyes suddenly opened, a little dazed and a little surprised.

"Senior, I heard you!"

Su Qishi opened the curtains silently, and quickly closed the curtains after only a glance towards the gate of the city. After a while, his tone was slightly stiff, "This sword is too sharp, too dazzling. Too young."

It upset him so much.

Su Fu was a little stunned, "What did senior say?"

The Great Alchemy waved his sleeves indifferently, "It counts that you got the shit luck in your previous life. Since you are lucky to hear the voice, let's start the next step."

Tianchen Pavilion. (Same as the three major restaurants with Fengbozhuang Zhaixing Building)
Wu Jinhan, the second senior brother from the South China Sea who had traveled thousands of miles to the Central Plains, was startled from his meditation.

Young Master Xiaotao also opened his eyes and noticed something.

She subconsciously used mind reading to read the second senior brother's thoughts at this time, then frowned, and spoke in an almost unbelievable tone.

"Is this person's sword intent really so strong?"

Instead, the second senior brother Wu Jinhan asked first, "Is it possible that it is Jian Zongming?"

Young master Xiaotao frowned, "It must be. Li Changge is still on the way, and the Mu family's red clothes are going north for revenge. Now except for Jian Zongming, all the swordsmen from the Central Plains have entered Fengting City."

Then Wu Jinhan let out a long sigh of relief, as if he was a little lucky.

"The provocative meaning of that sword intent is too obvious that it is aimed at that thatched hut." Wu Jinhan's tone was a little dignified, "Would you like to go and have a look?"

"No need. It's useless to go, it's just unnecessary." Young master Xiaotao waved his hand, "The wine party ended before the sword meeting. If I take the wine leader, I will be considered as completing the mission of the master. Even if you can't get the sword leader, brother It doesn't matter."

Wu Jinhan was a little embarrassed at this time, and said with a dry smile, "Although I can't beat the senior brother, junior sister, it is not difficult to meet the leader with a sword."

"What's the first thought in your mind?" Young Master Xiaotao sneered, "'Such a strong sword intent, could it be that senior brother has come? No, I'm going to hide'"

Wu Jinhan continued to cough dryly, feeling ashamed.

Young Master Xiaotao was merciless, "It's useless to be ashamed."

Almost at that moment, all practitioners who had reached a relatively high level were startled by that sword intent.

"What a strong sword intent!"

"Could it be that Jian Zongming is here?"

"Is this such a terrifying sword intent?"

There was an elusive meaning in the hustle and bustle of Fengting City.

And at this moment, at the gate of the city.

"Are you so impatient?"

Jian Zongming narrowed his eyes, and the hand holding the hilt of his sword was held down by the other hand.

The owner of that hand coughed, and his voice was a little low, "Your sword is very sharp. I know what you want to do, and maybe no one can stop you right now. I can promise you, but... until my matter is over, how?"

Ye Xiaolou frowned, "Master!"

The corner of Jian Zongming's mouth was raised, with a satisfied smile, as if he had got what he wanted, so his laughter sounded hoarse and arrogant, "Okay. I have waited for 16 years, don't worry about these few days."

The hand holding Jian Zongming turned into a phantom, and Jian Zongming also smiled and retracted his hand on the hilt.

The sword intent dissipated.

Finally, he smiled and spoke to Ye Xiaolou.

"I'm in a good mood today. Next I want to say three words to you."

"I saw a lot of swords today, more than ever before."

"But I won't go on a killing spree after I enter the city, because they haven't had time to start."

"The last sentence, your master is dying soon."

(End of this chapter)