Zongwu: Our Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 118 The Sword Demon's Request

Two days later.

Side hall.

Long Peng was dressed in a brocade white robe and was reviewing the documents in his hands. The setting sun outside the window fell on his cold mask, reflecting a gleam of light.

"Mr. Long, Xiang Wentian and the others suddenly evacuated."

"This is withdrawing..."

Long Peng felt a little surprised, tapped the table with his fingertips slowly, and asked, "When will Su Quan and the others arrive?"

"It was reported earlier that it will arrive at night."

Xu Xueting replied respectfully.

"Since Xiang Wentian and the others have all run away, let her come directly up the mountain."

"Yes!"

Xu Xueting looked up at Long Peng, hesitant to speak.

"What's the matter, just say it directly, there is no need to hide it!"

"Then the subordinate will speak directly."

Without raising his head, Long Peng said calmly, "Say."

"Didn't you entrust Elder Tong to handle this matter?"

"It was indeed arranged by me, what's wrong?"

Xu Xueting coughed, "After Xiang Wentian and the others withdrew, Elder Tong led people to chase after them, saying that he wanted to punish these traitors on the spot, but his subordinates couldn't persuade Elder Tong, so please forgive me!"

"Elder Tong..."

Long Peng squeezed the space between his eyebrows, and said helplessly, "Well, then, you go and ask Yan Shisan to go down the mountain, bring a golden eagle, and order hundreds of elite disciples to follow Elder Tong to help. If anything goes wrong, immediately Sue."

"Others are easy to handle, but Yan Keqing..."

Xu Xueting had a troubled expression.

Long Peng shook his head, stood up, and took out two jars of wine and a book from the cabinet behind him, "Bring these two jars of wine and this sword manual to Yan Shisan, and say that I asked him to do it. "

Xu Xueting took it respectfully, took a look at the unnamed book, and said, "Your subordinate will leave."

"Let's go..."

Long Peng waved his hands, sat up cross-legged, and continued to review the documents.

In a garden planted with maple leaves.

Yan Shisan put away the pitch-black long sword, unsealed the wine, and sniffed it, "30 years of flower carving is rare..."

"However, Long Peng took two jugs of wine and wanted to ask me to help? A bit stingy, isn't it?"

Xu Xueting smiled awkwardly, "Isn't there another sword manual?"

"Sword manual? It looks like it was written not long ago, and I want to use it to fool you..."

As Yan Shisan spoke, the smile on his face gradually subsided. He raised his eyes to look in the direction of the side hall, put the sword manual in his arms, and sighed, "Go, go down the mountain!"

"what?"

Before Xu Xueting could react, Yan Shisan had already passed him and walked out of the yard.

"All of them have weird tempers..."

Xu Xueting sighed and strode to follow.

……

midnight.

Peach Garden.

call--

The shadow of the sword is like the wind, and the peach blossoms are like rain falling.

"Your set of swordsmanship is as nimble as the wind, elegant and light, but lacks the spirit of killing and attacking. It is very inconsistent with your usual actions. Where did you get it?"

A bloody smell rushed into the courtyard.

Yan Shisan's black shirt was stained with blood, and he walked in with a long sword on his back. He was holding two jars of Huadiao wine sent at dusk, and he was smiling faintly.

"Yan Shisan, to be honest, your smile is really scary, and it's me, otherwise others will see it, and I'm afraid I will have nightmares at night."

The smile on Yan Shisan's face froze, and he clenched his fists, "Forget it, my lord has a lot, so I don't care about it with you."

"Ha ha…"

Jian Ying stopped, Long Peng wiped the sweat from his forehead, "How is things going?"

"If I make a move, naturally I won't return without success."

Yan Shisan took out the unnamed sword manual from his pocket, and asked, "This set of sword techniques is really mysterious, but there are many defects. Where did you get it?"

There was no surprise on Long Peng's face, and he said with a smile, "This is "Dugu Nine Swords". It was written down in my mind when I fought with Linghu Chong that day. Unfortunately, there is no mental formula, and even the moves are incomplete."

"Otherwise, do you think I'm willing to give it to you?"

""Nine Swords of Dugu" Linghu Chong..."

Yan Shisan's eyes were bright, and he seemed a little excited, "Where is he, and how is his martial arts?"

Seeing his excited look, Long Peng knew that he wanted to compare sword skills with others again.

"You really are a sword idiot..."

Long Peng shook his head, took a jar of Huadiao wine, and took a few sips.

"Linghu Chong is a disciple of the Huashan School. I don't know where he is now. As for martial arts, according to his current level, you haven't finished using the set of "Thirteen Swords of Killing Death", and you will probably be cut by the sword. "

Yan Shisan frowned, looking a little disappointed.

"How old is this Linghu Chong? Have you been practicing swords for many years?"

"A few years younger than you, in your early twenties, you should have been practicing swords for more than ten years."

"waste."

Yan Shisan sat down depressed, opened the wine seal and drank heavily, sighed, "Such an exquisite sword technique is in the hands of such a mediocre person, it really is a waste of money."

The corner of Long Peng's mouth twitched, "You can't say that, you are waiting for two years, maybe he can catch up in martial arts that day."

"Ah…"

Yan Shisan chuckled twice, with a particularly disdainful look on his face. He turned the wine jar in his hand, "Do two tricks with me?"

"I'm still a patient."

"Stop talking nonsense, take the sword!"

Yan Shisan sent the sharp blade that had just been sheathed to Long Peng's eyes with one palm, and then slapped the scabbard behind him.

The bone-poison sword, which was as dark as the night, was unsheathed, and he took it, and raised his hand towards Long Peng's throat.

Clang——

Long Peng raised his sword to block, slid his steps to relieve his strength, and said in a bad mood, "Yan Shisan, you are so ruthless? Are you friends?"

"My Yan Shisan's friend is not a waste who dare not draw his sword because of a little setback."

Long Peng raised his eyebrows and laughed loudly, "Then come and see if I'm a waste!"

"Come!"

……

Yan Shisan put away his sword and stood, nodding in approval.

"I didn't expect that you, who are half dead now, have such strength, not bad."

"Essence, Qi, and Spirit go hand in hand, and if one fails, there are the other two!"

Long Peng's expression was indifferent, and he looked up at the bright moon on the cliff, "However, if you want to become a great way, you must have one of the three!"

Yan Shisan pursed her lips, "Indeed, the combination of the three can lead to success."

"By the way, why haven't you condensed the essence yet? The essence is [-]%, and you don't lose your energy. Even if you fight with people for a day and a night, you won't feel tired."

"What about you? Why haven't you been able to bear the divine flower for so long?"

Long Peng was stunned for a moment, touched his heart, sighed, his eyes were a little dazed.

"I don't know either...but I've watched you grow magical flowers at a young age, what's the trick?"

"There are no shortcuts in the martial arts journey. You need to go one step at a time. Otherwise, even if you are unparalleled in combat power for a while, it will be a castle in the air, like a mirror in the water, and you will be vulnerable."

The corner of Long Peng's mouth twitched, "Why do I feel that your words are mocking me?"

"Don't feel it, it's just mocking you."

Yan Shisan took the scabbard behind him, and gently stroked the poisonous bone sword that had accompanied him for countless years.

"I'm a swordsman. I want to defeat all the people who use swords in the world and become the leader of the sword. For this, I can give up everything, even my life. How about you?"

"Give up everything and seek the ultimate sword, this is not what I want."

(End of this chapter)