Kou Zhong picked up his emotions and said directly, "Jack nife, his old man’s house sent you to meet me?"
Song Shidao didn’t expect Kou Zhong to come straight to this topic with a wry smile. "I’m not sure about this. You’ll know when you see my father later."
Kou Zhong knew Song Shidao’s temperament and couldn’t ask anything if he asked again. With Song Shidao enjoying the scenery of the mountain city along the way, Song Shidao lived in the mountain city for decades, but he was not tired of the surrounding scenery. He carefully pointed out the scenery to Kou Zhong all the way, even if every grass and tree Song Shidao could tell vivid and interesting stories.
Outside the mountain city, there are two opposing patterns, namely, murderous look outside the mountain and the department is quiet and pleasant, but there is no sense of disharmony. Kou Zhong suddenly understood that Song lacked the mind to fight for peace and tranquility, which also indicated that Song lacked talents. People had to fight for a deal with him before they knew it.
When Kou Zhong and Song Shidao came to a stone bridge, Song Shidao stopped and said softly, "I’ll send Xiaozhong here, and the sharpening hall is in front."
Walking through the stone bridge and crossing a bluestone road to sharpen the knife hall, the three words are high according to the door plaque. Even Kou Zhong’s martial arts at this time feel a little dazzling. Of course, it is not because these three words combine the meaning of Song’s lack of knife that he has a god, so he can make Kou Zhong feel something. He is also a knife. However, compared with Song’s lack, this shows that he is still far from the knife.
There is a man in the large Modao Hall who stands behind the door and doesn’t see the weapon. Kou Zhong respectfully said, "The younger generation has seen Jack nife."
The man turned and smiled gently. "I’m not a big brother. You’re finally here."
Kou Zhong was shocked and said, "How is Zhi Shu you?"
It turned out that Modaotang was Song Zhi, not Song Que Song Zhi, with a wry smile, "I was also forced to be a big brother and didn’t want to see you."
Kou Zhong suddenly calmed down and said indifferently, "Before coming, Li Shi said that if Jack nife doesn’t see me, let me go straight back."
Song Zhi sighed, "Well, Big Brother left one thing even though he didn’t see you."
Kou Zhong asked, "Is it a war?"
Song Zhidao "Exactly, but this battle is a little special."
Kou Zhong wondered, "What’s so special?"
Song Zhi pointed to the corner of the hall and saw a green flag erected with a figure carved in stone. The face of the person was not clear, and the sword behind it was probably like this. Even the clothes were not divided into painters, which was very crude
Kou Zhong was surprised, "Is this an ancient example?" Kou Zhong was even guessing, but he couldn’t compliment Jack nife’s craftsmanship. This simple line also didn’t see any knife meaning and knife spirit, as if it were a rough craftsman’s random portrayal.
Song Zhidao said, "It’s just that Big Brother asked you to take this stone tablet back to Li Xiong, and he will come to him in person in the future."
Kou Zhong Nai said, "It seems that this time I am destined not to see Jack nife’s old man’s house. I will take things back, but let me see Yuzhi first."
Kewei smiled "naturally"
It’s already February when Li Zhichang is sitting alone in the wind and rain in Xiangyang City. Li Zhichang smiles faintly. "It’s a pity that I may not be able to catch up when the spring flowers are the decisive battle day between Ye Gucheng and Cailin Fu."
Du Gufeng said, "This is the most anticipated decisive battle in 200 years, and I must go to watch it."
Li Zhichang said, "It’s a pity that you can’t see it, but you can also see a wonderful battle without leaving."
Du Gufeng said, "What duel?"
Li Zhichang said, "Kou Zhong should be back from Lingnan soon, and then you will know that Jack nife will fight with me, but I will definitely miss the wonderful duel between Ye Gucheng and Cailin Fu in March."
Du Gufeng said, "You’re not fighting for life and death. What’s there to see?" Du Gufeng saw it better than anyone. Li Zhichang and Song Que could not fight for life and death.
Chapter seventy-seven Close game sword
Outside, the rain powder occasionally floats in, as if encountering the binding force of shape. Before Li Zhichang, the beads of crystal water gathered. Li Zhichang gently breathed a sigh of relief, and the beads scattered on the clean ground to form a portrait.
I can’t see the face clearly, but I stand with a knife as if I were going to get up from the ground.
Du Gufeng sighed and said, "Your book" The Wisdom Sutra of the Roots of Exhausting All Laws "has become small so soon?"
Li Zhichang said, "It’s very simple to practice when you come to the realm. This achievement method is really wonderful, but my roots are still jade work. It’s just a little curious."
Du Gufeng stares at the water mark to form a figure with a positive color. "This portrait is what you think of Jack nife, but it is really terrible." I don’t know whether the last word is terrible, Li Zhichang or Song.
Li Zhichang waved his sleeve lightly and said, "There is no doubt that Song lacks enough to be my opponent. You said that we are not a life-and-death struggle. This is the most difficult place. Where can we be high regardless of life and death?"
Du Gufeng shook his head and said, "This is your business, not mine." Then he quickly disappeared into the wind and rain.
I don’t know when a white man with long hair and shawl appeared, looking up at the wind and rain, soaked in men’s clothes, and the man never turned around to come in for shelter from the rain. Even if he didn’t see the man’s front Li Zhichang, he could feel the man’s deep affection for the wind and rain.
Li Zhichang said lightly, "Do you think life is a thing?"
The man in white turns around slowly, and people will think that he has a nearly perfect face when they see the back of the man in white, but on the contrary, the man in white has a strange and ugly appearance that is absolutely unattractive.
He has an unusually narrow face and facial features-not that people don’t want to have shortcomings, but more like squeezing into a pile, which makes his forehead look particularly high. The slender outer pocket is a little wavy, but it doesn’t fit the example. The towering height makes his eyes and mouth look even smaller. Fortunately, there is a black hair with long shoulders that reconciles the wide shoulders with the narrow face, otherwise it will be even more awkward and weird.
Li Zhichang chuckled, "Few people must know that Cailin Fu, the most elegant swordsman since blade master Swallow, is an ugly monster."
Cailin Fu said leisurely, "But I know that Dao Jun will not be surprised that life is so mysterious that it is not necessary for ordinary people to judge the beauty and ugliness of different great people in different experiences."
Li Zhichang said, "Did you come to see me because Ye Gucheng didn’t win the first world war? After all, it would be a pity if you died and didn’t see such an outstanding figure as me."
Cailin Fu stunned. "This is exactly what I think. To be honest, I can sit with me all over the world and talk about it, but there are only five people, and there are Ye Gucheng and Daojun. I have never seen Ye Gucheng going to fight with me. Naturally, I can see it, but it is very regrettable that I will not meet such a person in the East China Sea War."
