eurekapd Chapter 147: Swordsman Lingyun, unable to defeat the magic sword
Chapter 147: Swordsman Lingyun, unable to defeat the magic sword
As soon as these words came out, Wen Yanzhao's jaw almost dislocated!
"No, Grandpa! Ah, this, this, this... this is too outrageous..."
Wen Lin stood up, walked to the door, and turned his back to Wen Yanzhao:
"Who says it's not true? Your uncle will be forty in two years, and he will die without any children."
"Luckily, we have you in the Wen family. Otherwise, if there is no one to take over, Grandpa would be worried to death!"
Wen Yanzhao asked:
"Then why doesn't my uncle marry Dai Dai...Lan Zhen'er?"
Wen Lin turned around and sighed sadly:
"Although Lan Zhen'er and your uncle have a deep relationship, she always likes to compete."
"Whether it's martial arts or the use of poison, I must compete with your uncle to see who's better."
"If it weren't for this reason, there would be two or three young people of your generation in our Wen family..."
"And... there is Lan Kongque, the head of the Five Poison Sect, Lan Zhen'er's mother. She would never allow her daughter to marry outside the family!"
"For the Five Poison Sect, marrying off their daughter is not only a serious violation of sect rules, but also a great disgrace to the sect."
Wen Yanzhao pondered for a moment, then sighed:
"Even so, Lan Zhen'er still followed me all the way from Qiannan and western Yunnan to Lingnan, and was willing to devote herself to the land of prostitution. Her love for my uncle is as deep as the sea, which is really admirable!"
"So, what Grandpa said the other day about letting Uncle marry Dai Dai back to the Wen family was true!"
Wen Lin nodded gently:
"Yes, seeing that Jiu'er and Lan Zhen'er are no longer young, I also hope that they will not have any regrets."
"It's just that ever since Lan Zhen'er left the Five Poison Sect, her mother has been sending people to secretly investigate, even though our Wen family is not afraid of her small sect."
"But even tigers take naps sometimes, and you were just a little kid at the time, so I had to give up."
Wen Yanzhao asked again:
"Grandpa, Lan Zhen'er hid in Nuanxiang Pavilion to avoid being hunted by the Five Poison Sect."
Wen Lin: "That's right, Lan Zhen'er has good intentions. She knows that even if her mother racked her brains, she would never think that she would hide in such a place!"
Just as the grandfather and grandson were talking, there was a staggering sound of footsteps outside the door...
"I've already said that we want the jar of 15-year-old Bamboo Leaf Green. We... are not unwilling to give them money!"
"Wen Buping, ah Wen Buping, you have been so cautious all your life, even drinking has to be done carefully, how boring!"
Wen Hujiu was reeking of alcohol, holding a wine gourd in his hand. He complained to Wen Buping while tilting his head back to pour the wine into his mouth.
Wen Buping's face remained gentle, his feet were steady, but he didn't give Wen Hujiu any face:
"Zhao'er gave you several hundred taels of gold, and you dared to pick the treasure of Zhuwaixuan!"
"A glass of Bamboo Leaf Green aged for fifteen years costs twenty taels of silver. Can you handle three jin of alcohol?"
"I see you, you are just like a dog with a stomach full of oil, you look like a poor man who has suddenly become rich!"
Wen Hujiu put away the wine gourd, gave Wen Buping a fierce look, and then said with a drunken mouth:
"That... that's my nephew. He's a celebrity in Apocalypse City now. What's wrong with spending some money?"
"It's time for this kid to show his filial piety to his uncle. What's there to be afraid of? Money is a bastard. We can ask for it back after it's all spent!"
As he spoke, he staggered towards his bedroom, warming the pot of wine...
Wen Lin was in the house talking with Wen Buping over a pot of wine, and he listened to the general idea.
When he heard that he was squandering the gold given by Wen Yanzhao again, he slammed the door open and shouted:
"Warm the wine!"
"Zhao'er gave you the gold to use for serious matters. Come here!"
As soon as he drank the wine, his body, which had been swaying just now, miraculously returned to normal...
Seeing this, Wen Buping, who was standing behind Wen Hujiu, quickly covered his mouth, wanting to laugh but not daring to.
He could only twitch all over, trying hard to suppress his smile while leaning against the pillar of the pavilion, looking at the warm pot of wine that had lost all its alcohol, and walked towards his old father tremblingly.
"Father, did you just call for wine?" Wen Hujiu lowered his head and looked submissive, not daring to breathe.
Wen Lin's face was frighteningly gloomy, and he moved to the side of the wine pot:
"Give the remaining gold to your account office and let your sixth uncle keep it for you!"
"We don't have any aged wine at home, right? Why do we have to go out and drink horse urine?!"
He shivered as he warmed the pot of wine, not daring to look up at his father's eyes. He could only mutter:
"Dad...I'm glad Zhao'er is back. I was thinking of going out for a drink with Bu Ping. Don't be so angry!"
"Just this once, for the last time! Next time...next time I'll just drink something cheaper..."
"Hey!"
Before he could finish his words, Wen Lin kicked Wen Hujiu hard on the butt!
"Bu Ping, let your good-for-nothing brother be taken care of by your uncle!"
"Want to drink? Sure! If he wants to drink, isn't there cooking wine in the backyard kitchen? As much as he wants! Do you hear me?"
Wen Lin's graying eyebrows almost stood up, and Wen Buping quickly clasped his fists and responded:
"I heard you, nephew. I will follow your instructions!"
Wen Yanzhao put his arm around Wen Lin's and watched with glee as his uncle warmed a pot of wine and rubbed his buttocks. Dejectedly, he followed Wen Buping to the backyard.
……
Nanjue, Yazhou, Wangbei Town.
The seaside town is always wrapped in sea breeze all year round.
Located at the southernmost tip of Nanjue, it is hot and humid even in the light snow season.
From time to time, a fishy sea breeze blows in from the sea. Once the warriors come to Wangbei Town, they will stay there permanently.
He would always go to the local ironware shop and buy two taels of anchovy oil to apply on his weapons.
Ordinary weapons, whether swords, guns, sticks or clubs, will develop a layer of red rust within four or five days if exposed to the salty and humid sea breeze.
But Yu Shengmo and Ye Dingzhi, master and disciple, have lived in this small town for nine days. Both the Xuanfeng Sword and the Zhenwu Sword are still as sharp as ever, without any signs of rust.
Yu Shengmo has been reluctant to leave the town, so the master and his disciple have been staying in a small inn these days.
"Master, today is already the ninth day."
Ye Dingzhi was wearing a bamboo hat and sitting at a table by the window on the first floor of the inn.
He asked in a black and red shorts outfit, holding the Zhenwu sword.
Yu Shengmo's black dragon umbrella was folded on the table. Her face was incredibly beautiful, and she just stared out the window.
After a while, Yu Sheng Mo stretched out his slender fingers and felt the moist sea breeze at the window:
"Tonight, you will follow me to Yajiao, and I will show you what the real magic swordsmanship is."
Ye Dingzhi picked up the black pottery bowl, drank the strong tea in it, and then wiped his mouth:
"Master, have you changed your mind?"
Yu Shengmo turned his head and stared at the disciple in front of him:
"I will teach you the Magic Fairy Sword, but you can't learn the last move."
Ye Dingzhi did not ask any further questions, but just nodded silently.
He knew his master's temper best.
Whenever Yu Shengmo says something, never ask why.
When the master and disciple walked out of the inn, dark clouds slowly moved from north to south, covering half the sky.
The sky suddenly darkened, and after a loud thunder, a strong wind blew.
The wind made the flags of the inn and tavern rustle. Yu Shengmo walked in front of his disciple, holding up the black dragon umbrella and standing firm.
Ye Dingzhi raised his hands to cover his eyes and followed his master's footsteps closely.
"Disciple, there's another annoying guy blocking the way ahead."
Yu Shengmo, who was walking in front, suddenly spoke.
A burly man holding a machete and wearing a straw hat, with a muscular body, stood fifty steps in front of the master and his disciple.
Ye Dingzhi flashed in front of Yu Shengmo and looked up:
"He's a swordsman."
The master and disciple walked without stopping, and in a few breaths they stopped ten steps in front of the swordsman.
The man holding the knife said in a loud voice:
"Yushengmo, I've been waiting for you for a long time!"
Yu Sheng Mo sneered:
"Swordsman Lingyun, what are you waiting for me for?"
Ling Yun laughed wildly:
"I heard that you were defeated by Sword Fairy Yan Lingxia and your realm dropped drastically! I came here to learn a few moves!"
Ye Dingzhi snorted coldly:
"Taking advantage of someone's misfortune, what kind of skill is that!"
Ling Yun raised his eyes and took a look:
"Brother, you are so arrogant. Who are you to stand up for Yu Sheng Mo?!"
Yu Shengmo's voice was cold:
"You're talking too much. He is my disciple, Yu Shengmo!"
Just as Ye Dingzhi was about to draw his sword, raindrops as big as beans began to fall from the sky!
Before he could see clearly the movements of his master Yu Shengmo, the raindrops falling around Yu Shengmo turned into a water dragon and attacked the swordsman Lingyun!
"Oh!"
The swordsman Ling Yun's eyes were bloodshot, a large piece of flesh was missing from his chest, and he fell backwards with an unwilling expression on his face.
The master and disciple stepped over the swordsman's body and walked straight to the edge of the sea in the rain.
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