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Volume 1 Chapter 9 Long Song

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    Chapter 9 Long Song ()

    Dugu Feng swung his long sword to keep the door watertight.  Although the sword master's sword power is becoming more and more concise and powerful, after all, he has too little experience. In addition, the moves are all based on his own ideas and have not been refined through thousands of times. Therefore, he cannot give a master like Dugu Feng who has been in the world for decades.  How much threat does the master bring?

    "The heaven and earth have righteousness, mixed and endowed with fluid shapes. Below are the rivers and mountains, and above are the sun and stars. People say it is vast, and it is so abundant that it blocks the sky. The imperial road should be clear and clear, containing the harmony and opening up to the Ming Dynasty. The time is at the end of the season.  See the pictures one by one. In Qi Taishi Jian, in Jin Dong Hu's pen. In Qin, Zhang Liangzhi, in Han Su Wujie. For General Yan's head, for Ji Shizhong's blood. For Zi Bigan's heart, for Yi Zhi Yin Ding. Or for  Liaodong hat, clean and clear ice and snow. Or it may be an example of being a master, and ghosts and gods will cry heroically. Or it may be a cross river, generous swallowing of Hu Jie. Or it may be Dongshan chess, the grass and trees are suspicious of soldiers. " The thousand-year-old ancient capital has witnessed the rise and fall of dynasties and witnessed literary talent.  Fengliu has witnessed unparalleled martial arts and the reincarnation of life and death. Now, another poem that can be passed down through the ages is being shamelessly plagiarized in this ancient city.

    At this time, the sword master was already in a daze.  I forgot that this trip was just to make a name for myself, that I would face deep-rooted enemies like Cihang Jingzhai in the future, that the prosperous Tang Dynasty might never appear again in the future, and that in the modern city a thousand years later,  A shocking battle Everything seems to have disappeared, and all that exists is the "Song of Righteousness" recited in the mouth, and the proudly smiling mortal world forged by himself in his hand!

    Dugu Feng was already moved, because the young man he faced suddenly changed.  The originally high-pitched chanting sound became hollow, and in this hollow, there was a strange frequency vibrating in the surrounding air!

    "What a Sword Master, he is truly extraordinary! He was able to make another breakthrough at this time!" Dugu Feng was filled with admiration. Originally, when he heard the name Sword Master, he just dismissed it as a joke for a young man who doesn't know the heights of the world; but when he was a Sword Master, he was overwhelming.  When he defeated his outstanding son with the advantage of sex, Dugu Feng already felt that maybe this young man could really live up to his name. But at this time, Dugu Feng suddenly felt that this young man would definitely be able to become the King of Swords!

    The sword moves in his hand gradually slowed down, but no one could notice. Everyone was attracted by the poem in the sword master's mouth.

    "This is the majestic and fierce Qi that has existed for eternity. When it penetrates the sun and the moon, life and death can be settled. The earth is based on it, and the sky pillar is based on it. The three cardinal principles are the basis of life, and morality is the root. Sigh.  Yang Jiu, Li Ye is really weak" The hollow voice gradually became lower.

    "Chu prisoners wear tassels on their crowns and are sent to the poor north. The cauldron is as sweet as glutinous rice, but it cannot be obtained if you ask for it. There are ghost fires in the underworld, and the sky is dark in the spring courtyard. The oxen eats the same soap, and the chickens roost and the phoenixes eat. One day it is foggy and dewy.  , divided into barren ditches. No matter how cold or hot the weather is, the swordsmanship in his hand gradually becomes useless. There are only straight thrusts, horizontal cuts, vertical cuts, and diagonal slashes again and again. There is less jerkiness, but more  Somewhat righteous.

    " Alas, Ju Zhenchang, for my peaceful and happy country. How can there be other cleverness, Yin and Yang cannot be thieved. Looking up at this stubborn existence, looking up at the floating clouds. For a long time, my heart is sad, the sky has its limit. The day of the philosopher is far away, and the punishment is still there.  A long time ago. The wind eaves spread out the books to read, and the ancient roads shine with color!" After finishing the poem, the sword master suddenly regained consciousness, feeling that the blood in his body was boiling, and the sword intention in his chest was full of unhappiness.

    The long swords were fighting, cold light filled the sky, and the cold force, like a landslide, instantly choked the breath of everyone present.  In Dugu Feng's shocked eyes, the six-foot sword was slowly handed over. Dugu Feng could hardly think of resisting in his heart!

    Time seemed to stand still, and everyone was unable to move. They could only watch the big sword being slowly handed out, but no one could move at all.  Everyone in the Dugu Clan was horrified, and even Dugu Feng was extremely regretful at this time!  Earlier, the Sword Master's sword did not pose much threat to Dugu Feng, and there was no conflict between the two sides. Therefore, during the competition, both sides only had fighting intentions but no murderous intention, so Dugu Feng did not use all his strength to fight against him.  But he never expected that after a poem, the sword master had an epiphany. In the end, the sword was like the Yangtze River, and it was unstoppable. He was caught off guard and fell completely!

    After all, Dugu Feng has decades of skill behind him, and being forced into such a situation by a junior makes him even more eager to fight.  The internal energy was rushed, and the long sword flashed in front of the Aoxiao Hongchen Sword. He started to step forward with his feet, and his body retreated like lightning!

    After all, Sword Lord¡¯s sword was still unable to touch the long sword in Dugu Feng¡¯s hand.  The injuries that had not fully healed after the battle with Shangguan Long finally broke out.  The long river-like sword movement suddenly stopped, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. For a moment, the sword master's originally pale complexion turned rosy.

    "Senior Dugu is really good at swordsmanship!" He spat out the blood and felt comfortable all over. The sword master couldn't help but smile and greeted Dugu Feng who was standing opposite with his sword.

    "My little friend's "Song of Righteousness" is even better!" Dugu Feng laughed and threw the long sword in his hand to the person behind him, but he sighed deeply.He said, "I didn't expect that my little friend actually defeated me, Ce'er, even with injuries. It's really extraordinary."

    "Senior, you are so complimentary!" Everything is done, and we have gained a lot. The sword master can't wait to find a quiet place to consolidate. The proud red dust sword is sheathed, and the sword master holds his fists in his hands, "  I have offended Twelve for taking the liberty to come here to ask about Jian. Your noble family is willing to give you advice, and Twelve is even more grateful. Your wish has come true, Twelve will leave now!" As soon as he finished speaking, the Sword Lord stood up and worked alone.  He turned around and walked away with the long sword captured in his hand, feeling very proud in his heart.  Not only did he gain a reputation this time, but he also benefited a lot from martial arts. He also received a sword by the way, so he returned home with a full harvest.

    With his sleeves stretched out, Jian Jun jumped into the sky. At this moment, he suddenly heard Dugu Feng's crisp voice coming from behind him: "Hey, you haven't told me what your twelve hates are yet.  !¡±

    "Huh?!" Sword Lord was stunned when he heard this, and then suddenly remembered that the entrance poem he originally wanted to use to make his name was accidentally forgotten.  This time it¡¯s really all thanks to the little beauty Dugu Feng, otherwise I don¡¯t know when the next time will be!

    With a long laugh, Mr. Jianjun was really high-spirited. His figure did not stop at all, but his voice remained leisurely on the spot: "First, I hate that talented people are incapable of doing anything. Second, I hate that beauties are ill-fated. Third, I hate that the waves of the river never stop. Fourth, I hate that the world is inflamed.  The fifth hate is that the platform leaks easily, the sixth hate is that the orchid leaves are scorched, the seventh hate is that the puffer fish is very poisonous, the eighth hate is that peanuts are thorny, the ninth hate is that there are mosquitoes on summer nights, the tenth hate is that lollipops are hiding in the air, the eleventh hate is that there is no enemy, and the tenth hate is  Erhate is invincible in the world!"

    There were faint sounds and no trace of anyone.  But everyone present still recalled Sword Lord¡¯s sword, Sword Lord¡¯s poems, and Sword Lord¡¯s Twelve Hatreds.

    After all, Dugu Feng had rich experience and profound skills. He reacted first and carefully recalled the Sword Master's twelve hatreds, but he couldn't help but laugh. Although these twelve hatreds did not contain any shocking literary talent or great principles, they were carefully considered.  Taste it, but it's not interesting to get straight to your heart.  And that sentence of "Twelve Hatreds" is invincible, which clearly reveals the sword master's pride that transcends time and space and penetrates deep into the bone marrow!  "What a sword master with twelve hatreds, such a twelve-hate man who is invincible in the world!"

    "Ha, this kid is quite interesting. One hates that the talent is incompetent, the other hates the beautiful woman and her poor life, the third hates the constant waves in the river, the fourth hates the coldness of the world, the fifth hates the leakage on the platform, the sixth hates the scorched orchid leaves, and the seventh hates the coldness of the world.  He hates the poisonous pufferfish, his eighth hate is the sting of peanuts, his ninth hate is that there are mosquitoes on summer nights, his tenth hate is that the lollipop hides an anvil, his eleventh hate is that he has never met an opponent, his twelve hate is that he is invincible in the world! I don¡¯t know how he came up with this, but his twelve hate is  Invincible in the world, you are really arrogant, hee hee!" The second person to react was the lively little beauty Dugu Feng.  Dugu Feng's talent is much higher than that of Dugu Ce. Although he is not very old, he is already one of the few masters among the Dugu Clan.  However, at this time, this little beauty does not have the aura of a master. After all, she is a girl who has not experienced much in the world. She has a lot of fun. Although she also feels that "Song of Righteousness" is extraordinary, she is more interested in Sword Lord's uniqueness.  The interesting Twelve Hate is a little more interesting.

    At this time, Dugu Ce also recovered.  Although he was a little disappointed at the defeat this time, he was a young hero after all, and he had a lot of experience in sword fighting.  Moreover, the other party's poetic talent is indeed admirable.  He shook his head and got rid of his jealousy towards the young man. When he was about to ask his father for advice, he habitually touched the sword on his waist and found nothing. Then he remembered that his sword was given to that sword.  Jun Shun left, and suddenly another evil fire arose, "Hey, my sword" he shouted involuntarily, and quickly turned around to look for him, but he had already disappeared, where could he look for it?  ?

    Dugu Ce¡¯s shout also made everyone in the Dugu Clan and the surrounding bystanders react.  Only then did everyone realize that the young man with extraordinary poetry and swordsmanship actually had the ability to take advantage of him!

    "Zheng!" A soft cry came out.  Jianjun, who had already left Luoyang City, ran southward until he came to a mountain village and then stopped.  With a flick of the trophy in his hand, there was a crisp and sweet sound.  The swords worn by the children of aristocratic families are indeed extraordinary.

    With his backhand, he put the sword behind him and looked at the peaceful village in the distance. The sword master turned around and headed towards the hill next to the mountain village.  At this time, the sword master was eager to find a clean place to consolidate his sword skills, but the small village was not a suitable place.  However, after making sure that he could go to the small village for supplies at any time, the hills with a dense forest behind the small village turned out to be a good place.
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