MTL - For a Prosperous World-Chapter 28 : Ghost Valley Sword

On the day of the Eastern Song Poetry Festival, a butterfly loves flowers, a little Xiaosuo, a little affection, and it is memorable.

Naturally, the word circulated.

In this subtle age, this word is a touching poem that can't be moved anymore.

The talented son of the surname Gu wrote such a sentence for a Fengchen woman, and fell into an infatuated reputation. It is also this infatuation that has caused countless girls to hear the tears of sorrow, and even write this poem on their own handkerchief, and often take it out for reading.

The scholars and scholars of geniuses wrote words about Fu, but unfortunately no one could say clearly about the short butterfly love flower. In just two paragraphs, it is true that this is a word, and it is very deep.

I can only shake my head and sigh, that Gu Gongzi and the painting girl's hard life.

The word spread in the streets, streets, and streets, and became more and more prosperous. In the end, it even passed into the Grand Palace.

Xi Qin Zhaoxiang looked at the paperwork in his hand and shook his head and laughed.

"This Wu Anjun is really old and strong. This battle hasn't been fought yet. Instead, he went to the widow's Dongzhuanglou to grab the girl. Let him go, as long as he can mix with his fierce lady, why is the widow not good, Ah? Hahahaha. "

He said, pointing at the document, and said to the **** on the side.

"King, King has recently passed a word in the city, but it is also related to the painting fairy girl grabbed by Wu Anjun."

"Oh?" A flash of interest flashed in King Qin's eyes: "You read it to the widow."

"Yes." The **** worshiped: "This word is like this: The wind of leaning against the building is thin and fine. Hope is extremely sad, and the sky is dark. The grassy smoke is in the afterglow. No one will rely on the meaning.

I plan to get drunk. When it comes to wine, Qiang Le is still tasteless. The belt gradually widened and eventually regretted it. Eliminated for Iraq. "

The King Qin could hear God, and it took him a long time to return to him. As if he remembered something, he read deeply: "The belt gradually widens and he regrets it.

"Good words ..." Then Qin Wang took a breath and sorted out his expression: "Who is the author of this word? Don't tell me, it's the old man who can't possibly be him. He has a few times I know that fighting is reliable, and this wording is impossible. "

I saw that Qin Wang was a bit ill, and the **** wiped the sweat on his head.

"The King Huihui, not Wu Anjun, is said to have been done by a talented surname Gu who gave it to the painting fairy girl."

"The gifted surname Gu?" Qin Wang Yiyi, with such a gifted talent, why he never heard the name.

The **** hurriedly continued, "King, this apprentice of Wu Anjun is also surnamed Gu. And some time ago, there was a poem by Gu Girl: Qing Bottle Fine Wine Moonlight Cup, if you want to drink the pipa immediately. Drunk lying on the field, the monk smiles, and the ancients fight a few times. People back. "

"Both of them are excellent literary talents, plus Wu Anjun picked up the fairy girl the next day, so I think these two are likely to be one person."

After saying that, the **** bowed his head and didn't dare to say anything more.

Talking loudly is wrong.

"How many people returned in Gulai to battle?" King Qin touched his beard and read carefully: "But it is an interesting person. No wonder the old man will accept a girl as a student."

"I'm interested in seeing the students of this **** of war." Qin Wang's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Just after this Changping, if she can come back alive."

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"Master." In a valley, there are dense forests all around.

A pale-haired child knelt in front of an old man and bowed heavily.

师 This ceremony is even completed.

The miserly ghost millet sat there cross-legged with an ordinary bronze sword. There was still a child standing by his side, taller than the boy who was kneeling. He had black hair and a plain face, and it looked like he was only about ten years old.

Raised her eyes and looked at the child with white hair in front of her, squinting her eyes: "Xiaozhuang, in Guigu, you have to follow the rules of Guigu, but you think about it."

The child was kneeling there, bowed his head: "Master, Wei Zhuang already wants to understand."

"Okay." Guigu closed his eyes and sighed deeply, the rules of Guigu ...

"Since then, you are the second student of my Guiguzi, what you have learned, Heng!"

"He is your elder brother, Gai Nie, what you have learned, please!"

"You two have to remember. Now that you are in Ghost Valley, you have to remember. I teach you to study academically. After you have learned it, you will find a way out. The higher and lower. You can only live one, the one that survives It's the next generation of Guiguzi. "

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

The white-haired boy, kneeling on the ground, responded at the same time as the dark-haired boy standing aside.

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"Today, we talk about swords." Guiguzi sat on the soft collapse, and his children, Zhuang Zhuang and Gai Nie, sat beside each other, listening carefully.

"I'll ask you first." Gui Guzi's eyes brushed over their faces, and he pushed his bronze sword in front of his right hand: "Tell me what a sword is."

A short silence.

Gai Niexian said: "The sword, the prince of a hundred soldiers, the swordsman, the gentleman, has a way forward and backward, looking for the moment. The upper and lower are the blades, and they stand upright, rather than bend or bend. The scabbard disappeared, entered, and stood out. "

I answered very neatly and rationally, and it was true that Gai Nie's temper should give such an answer.

Ji Weizhuang answered slower than Gai Nie, and meditated for a while, but gave only one sentence in the end.

"Sword, a weapon for killing."

Migui Guzi did not say who was right or who was wrong, but just nodded and said.

"It's all right, what the teacher wants to tell you today is the sword path."

He said, looking at his sword, "Where is this three-foot Qingfeng?"

Ji Weizhuang and Gai Nie did not speak, but by looking at their eyes, they knew that they listened very carefully and even tried to remember.

Speaking of swords, Gui Guzi had to think of the half of his disciples he had taught. He thought of the lazy girl, and Gui Gu's mouth turned up.

I am afraid no one understands this sword better than her.

What's more, her Five Swords say, sooner or later, it will become the most reasonable theory of swordsmen in the world.

"I have been explained as a teacher. I got five swords and I will talk to you today."

第一 This first sentence scared Wei Zhuang and Gai Nie, and his master learned the heaven and the human in their eyes, and the five swords said that he actually listened to people. What kind of state is that person?

"Three feet of the sword, divided into five realms, are: sharp sword, soft sword, epee, wooden sword, no sword."

"The sword is unintentional, fierce and fierce, and indestructible ..."

"The soft sword is impermanent, the moves have been played to the extreme, and the pursuit of change. Recruit, attack and change ..."

"The epee has no sharp edge, and it does not work great. Such a state ..."

"Wooden sword is invisible ~ www.novelbuddy.com ~ At this step, swordsmanship is not a thing, everything can be a sword. If you pick leaves by flying flowers, you can hurt people ..."

最后 "In the end, there is no sword and no tricks. This realm is also the last realm. Raising your hand and pitching your feet, it is the evolution of heaven and earth, pointing directly at the source. There is no sword in heaven and earth, and there is only sword."

After stunning for more than a hundred words, Guiguzi finished his speech and took a deep breath.

Gai Nieweizhuang sat there in situ. They were novice swordsmen, but they could already feel the meaning of the five swords. That is, they felt that they had benefited a lot and shocked them abnormally.

"Master." Wei Zhuang raised his eyes: "Who created these five swords?"

He has secretly made up his mind that if possible in the future, he must come to the door to ask for advice. If you do n’t teach, worship one day, if you do n’t teach, worship three days!

Migui Guzi touched his beard, thought for a moment, and said slowly.

"The person who created the five swords is also your half sister."

"I only taught her sword for the teacher, so she was not a student of Guigu, but she was a student of the teacher. On the way to the sword, she was regarded as a master of the world, and it was her teacher's understanding of the sword. deep."

Teacher's student! ?

Gai Nie and Wei Zhuang looked at each other, that is to say, they were as old as them.

Gao Liangjiu, Gai Nie asked slowly, "Teacher, what's this sister's name?"

她 "She? Gu Nan, if you are lucky, you may see it in the future."

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Well, today there are only two chapters. Do n’t ask why there are only two chapters, because there are no archives at all, hahaha, (a smile on the side).