Longevity starts from Yitian

Chapter 120 Sword God Li Chungang

Ji Qinglin rode out of the city on a white horse, with a Beiliang saber, famous all over the world for the 30 cavalry in Beiliang, on his waist.

He asked the well-informed Taoist priest Wei Shuyang of Jiudoumi to walk side by side with him, so that he could communicate with him about Taoist classics such as "Shantongqi", which would help him understand the Taoist "Zhixuan".

Behind the two of them, Qingqi of Baifeng Ziying followed closely.

Beside them, there are two carriages driven by coachmen Qingniao and Lao Huang. On the other side of the carriage are Lu Qiantang, Shu Yu, and Yang Qingfeng, three second-rank masters who surrendered to Beiliang and were willing to serve as retinues.

Suddenly, the little girl Jiang Ni raised the curtain of the car, stretched out her head, and looked at Ji Qinglin with some begging eyes, "General Ji, this old man is either picking his nose, wiping his nose, or picking his stinky feet and smelling his stinky feet. No more, can you change to that carriage for me?"

Ji Qinglin didn't even think about it, and directly refused, "No, the person sitting in that carriage has a high status, and he only wants to sit in the carriage alone."

Jiang Ni was aroused by him, her beautiful eyes were full of doubts, and she said softly, "Who is that sitting there?"

Ji Qinglin looked serious, "Military secrets, don't ask if you shouldn't!"

Jiang Ni was intimidated by this young general in the Northern Liang Army, and was about to retract his head back into the carriage, but suddenly another head at least a year older than Jiang Ni, a little girl, protruded from the carriage. One or two heads are sticking out of the carriage, which looks rather funny.

"Little girl, don't be afraid of him, the old man will teach you some kung fu casually, and I will never dare to attack you after taking care of this kid." The little old man in sheepskin fur suddenly supported Jiang Ni.

Never thought that Jiang Ni would say without hesitation: "Learn a fart!"

The little old man in sheepskin fur couldn't laugh or cry, "Why don't you learn? You won't lose money if you learn martial arts, and you won't be fooled by learning martial arts. Do you know that the idiots who wanted to worship under the old man back then could line up all the way from Beiliang to Wudi City in Donghai?"

Jiang Ni didn't believe it at all. This little old man in sheepskin fur with cross-eyed eyes and a broken arm didn't have the slightest demeanor, "Blow it and you will!"

The little old man in sheepskin fur seemed to be restrained by this little girl. In desperation, he had no choice but to raise his eyebrows at the coachman Lao Huang, "Xiao Huang, you have always been an honest person, tell this little girl, old man Are you bragging?"

Lao Huang shook his head and said with a silly smile, "No bragging, no bragging."

Jiang Ni gave the old man in sheepskin fur a white look, "Hmph, it's fine if you brag on your own, and you also invite an honest man like Lao Huang to lie together. Are you ashamed when you are old?"

The old sheepskin fur man smiled instead of anger, "Do you know who this old man is?"

Unexpectedly, Jiang Ni didn't like him at all, and said calmly, "I don't care who you are?"

The old man sighed in a low voice: "That's true. After so many years, even the old man has almost forgotten who he is. Who still remembers the wooden horse and cow back then?"

Lao Huang nodded and said with a silly smile, "I remember, I remember."

The old sheepskin fur man laughed loudly, "You are so interesting!"

Wei Shuyang, an old Taoist priest of Jiudoumi, who was exchanging the true meaning of the Taoist classic "San Tong Qi" with Ji Qinglin, heard the word "trojan horse cow", and his ears were like thunder, and he said in a trembling voice: "Old...old senior, you...you are?"

Don't look at Wei Shuyang, the old Taoist priest of Jiudoumi, who is already very old now, he also had a period of extraordinary years back then.

At that time, he was in the prime of his life, walking around the rivers and lakes with a green shirt and a sword.

All of this was influenced by Li Chungang, the sword god who was the most famous among the four great masters at that time, and was named the first of the thirteen best in the Spring and Autumn Period.

At that time, in the entire rivers and lakes, those who learned from the sword god Li Chungang in green shirts and wielding swords were like crossing the river. However, the sword god Li Chungang was like a mountain that could not be avoided or avoided. As long as he was there, no one would dare to say his sword skills Superb, just like today, Emperor Xianzhi of Donghai City claims to be the second, and no one dares to be the first.

Jiangshan has talented people on behalf of the people, and they have been leading the way for hundreds of years.

Back then, when this sword god was walking around the rivers and lakes, a wooden horse and ox swept across the world, and no one was an opponent. There were thousands of troops and horses, but they sold their heads by inserting bids.

Her demeanor in green shirt and sword is unparalleled in the universe. There is almost no woman in the world who is not obsessed with the sword god. Even Fengdu Lvpaoer, one of the four great masters, is willing to die under the wooden horse of the sword god .

It's a pity that the wooden horse ox of the sword god was broken by Wang Xianzhi with two fingers. Since then, the sword god Li Chungang has never been heard from, and disappeared in the world.

Because of this, Wei Shuyang, an old Taoist priest of Jiu Dou Mi, was discouraged, and gave up the swordsmanship he had practiced for more than ten years, abandoned the sword and practiced the Tao of Jiu Dou Mi.

The old sheepskin fur man sighed: "For so many years, the rivers and lakes have changed from one generation to the next. Who I am is no longer important." He retracted his head into the carriage.

Jiang Ni also immediately returned to the carriage, and softly asked the old sheepskin fur man, "Did you mention the wooden horse cow?"

She is no stranger to the "Trojan Horse Ox". Before the fall of Western Chu, her emperor's uncle bought a half-handled Trojan Horse Ox with only a two-inch sword tip, and wanted to forge it into a dagger comparable to the "Sacred Talisman"—— "Innocence", given to Jiang Ni, the most beloved niece, happened to be a pair with the "magic talisman", but before the dagger was cast, Xichu fell.

The old man in the sheepskin fur was disheartened, lost the energy he had just now, and remained silent. Then he leisurely picked his nose, wiped his nose, flicked his nose, and then picked and smelled his smelly feet.

Jiang Ni said softly: "I know, you are the sword god, Li Chungang."

The old sheepskin fur man sat up and looked at the spiritual girl in front of him who looked like the female sword fairy Wu Su, "Now that you know that I am Li Chungang, the sword god, are you willing to learn swords from me?"

Jiang Ni shook her head and said, "Two different things. The life of a waste is long, and the stronger your sword is, the more I can't learn it."

The old man in sheepskin fur snorted coldly: "With me here, who can kill you? Although the old man's ability has regressed a lot, he still has at least fifty or sixty percent of his peak. Even if he doesn't have a sword in his hand, he is still invincible in the way of the sword .”

Lao Huang outside the carriage suddenly shook his head, and said with a silly smile: "It's not invincible now, it's not invincible now."

The old sheepskin fur man was very depressed. The master of this boy Huang might not have dared to say that, "Why, the boy surnamed Huang has practiced for decades and feels that he has improved to a higher level. Why don't you open that box of yours? How many tricks are you going to make with me? I am a senior, so let me give you eight swords first!"

Jiang Ni sneered and said: "What is your rivalry with Lao Huang, an honest man who doesn't know martial arts? You even boast that you are invincible in the way of swordsmanship. You don't have the stamina of a martial arts master at all. It is right not to learn swords from you. It’s just the skill of the mouth.”

"Hehe, he doesn't know martial arts?" The old man in sheepskin fur chuckled, went to pick his own feet, and stopped talking.

(End of this chapter)