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It was not yet night at this time, it was just dusk, but there were no pedestrians on the streets of the town, and occasionally a gust of wind blew by, bringing up a few dead leaves.
Blow the lantern, flickering.
There are folk houses on both sides of the Qingshiban Road. Although the houses are simple and simple, the cries of children and the laughter of men can be heard from the open wooden doors from time to time.
At this moment, nine strange people appeared in Liu Xu's field of vision.
On the other side of the street, there are nine tall men, wearing a jute blouse, wearing multi-eared hemp shoes, with a golden ring the size of a bowl hanging from his left ear, and his messy hair is crimson, spreading over his shoulders like flames. superior.
These nine people were tall and short, old and young, and although their appearances were different, they all had death-like expressions on their faces. When they walked, their shoulders did not bend, their knees did not bend, and they looked like zombies.
They walked slowly down the long street, and as soon as they passed, all sounds stopped immediately, even the cry of the child was frightened and suddenly stopped.
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Chapter 803 The most important thing in the ancient dragon world is wisdom
Liu Xu's eyes tightened, the plot had already begun, and these people were the masters invited by the owner of Fengyun Inn to participate in the business.
Nine weird men with red hair and yellow shirts came to the door of the inn and stopped.
The first person took off the gold ring on his ear, waved his hand, and nailed it to the stone wall next to the black-painted gate.
Sparks flew everywhere, and the golden ring was actually embedded in the stone.
The second person pulled up a bunch of red hair on his shoulder with his left hand, and slashed his right palm lightly, like a blade.
He tied the bunch of red hair cut off by the edge of his palm on the golden ring, and the nine of them continued to move forward.
When passing by Liu Xu, the weirdo in the lead turned his head and looked at him lightly. It was probably because of his ordinary attire and the extremely cheap green steel sword that he thought Liu Xu was just an ordinary passerby.
The weirdos left arrogantly, their red hair flying in the wind like flames, but these nine people had disappeared into the twilight.
According to the rules of the rivers and lakes, this is worship. On the one hand, let the other party know that he has arrived at the agreed place, and he will definitely come at the corresponding time. On the other hand, he also shows his strength.
The golden ring embedded in the stone wall is equivalent to telling other people: If you also want to compete with me for this benefit, first check if you have enough weight, and whether your head is as strong as this wall!
Liu Xu stood on the spot and thought for a while. He didn't have much strength to show off. Let alone nailing the golden ring to the stone wall, it was quite laborious to nail the sword in his hand to the wooden door.
In Gu Long's world of martial arts, the most important thing is wisdom. Liu Xu comforted himself like this again. Although he was very depressed, he hadn't felt this kind of excitement for a long time.
Liu Xu has always longed for a world known for its secrets, and this time he finally got his wish. The only thing that deviates from his idea is that there is no such thing as martial arts.
So I simply found a place under the eaves that was relatively sheltered from the wind, tried to make myself less conspicuous, and then took out a bag of sweet-scented osmanthus cake from my arms and ate it.
"Let these guys show up first and fight with each other. I don't deserve this kind of early bird."
At this time, another group of people came.
A rush of horseshoes sounded at the end of the long street, in the sound of hooves from far to near.
In the twilight, eight healthy horses came galloping, their hoofs trampling on the cobblestone street, like heavy rain knocking on the window, and war drums thundering.
The knights on horseback were all dressed in blue cloth arrow jackets, with green handkerchiefs covering their heads, pointy shoes on their feet, and leggings tied with waves. All of them looked fierce and agile.
Eight horses galloped by in front of Fengyun Inn, and eight people waved their hands at the same time.
The light of the knife flashed like lightning, and there was another sound of "snatching", and there were already eight sharp steel knives on the flagpole as thick as a sea bowl.
The handle of the knife was still trembling, and the red silk knife coat on the handle was rolled up with a "huh".
The eight horses galloped past Liu Xu without stopping, splashing a puddle of water.
Liu Xu turned sideways quickly, and the water droplets passed close to his body, but a few drops splashed on his robe.
Looking at the figure of the knight going away, Liu Xu smiled secretly: "It seems that the guys in the ancient dragon world, no matter how good their hands are, they must have enough appearance."
The twilight was thicker, and there was another sound of hoofbeats on the street, which seemed to be more urgent and denser than when the eight horsemen came galloping.
But only one horse came.
A white horse, from head to tail, can't see the slightest variegation.
The white horse brought a person, like a cirrus cloud, to the front of the inn. Suddenly, with a long hiss, the person stood up and stopped in place.
It was only then that Liu Xu saw clearly that the person on the horse was a big bearded man with a naked upper body, and his body was bronze-colored, as if cast from molten iron.
The big man reined in his horse, saw the golden ring with red hair on the side of the door, and also saw the eight knives on the flagpole, suddenly sneered, jumped off the saddle, lowered his figure, and held his left and right hands together. Two horse legs.
He only heard him exhale, roared like a thunderbolt, and when he straightened up again, he actually lifted the horse high, his arms shook, and the white horse in his hand flew out suddenly, and landed on the ground about a foot high. On the eaves of Fengyun Inn.
The white horse stood on a high place, neighing again, its mane fluttering, but its four legs seemed to have been nailed to the eaves of the door, without moving.
The big bearded man raised his head to the sky and let out a long laugh, took big strides and continued walking with his head held high.
Compared with the previous group of people, the big man didn't even bother to look at Liu Xu.
The big man disappeared in an instant, leaving only a white horse standing alone in the twilight clouds and west wind, which seemed even more indescribably strange.
At this time, no sound could be heard on the long street, and every house closed its doors.
There was no one in the Fengyun Inn, and I don't know if there were no ordinary guests in the inn, or if the guests had already slipped through the back door after seeing this group of people.
Only the white horse stood motionless in the west wind, as if carved out of stone.
With half a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake in his mouth, Liu Xu couldn't help swallowing. The horse was extremely majestic, a head taller than racehorses on earth, and probably weighed more than a thousand catties.
This big man casually stood in the same place and threw Ma Lingkong one foot high. This kind of kung fu might not sound as powerful as moving mountains and seas at every turn in the novel, but seeing it with his own eyes, it brought too much shock.
More importantly, in Liu Xu's impression, these groups of people were not the masters, they were just subordinates of others, and the person who actually participated in this transaction was their master, who had not yet shown up.
Of course, this is also related to Liu Xu's "powerless hands" now. The last time he went to the world of Sword Rain, he was still able to control corpses. What the hell is this money that was given 15 taels and wasted in a blink of an eye?
"Wisdom, wisdom is the most powerful weapon." Liu Xu looked down at the Chengying Sword on his waist, which pretended to be an ordinary green steel sword, and quickly began to recall the plot of the Longevity Sword in his mind. I hope to find some help from it as much as possible, but it's a pity that after so many years, I can't remember many details.
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Chapter 804 Kuaijian Liu Xu, Hall Master of Azure Dragon
At this time, on the quiet long street, suddenly another middle-aged scribe Shi Shiran with a blue shirt and white socks came over.
He walked all the way, which was quite different from the previous waves of people who made great fanfare and grandeur. He seemed to be strolling around, with a leisurely expression, but his eyes were shining brightly.
With his hands behind his back, Shi Shiran walked to the door of the inn, looked up, and sighed: "What a horse! It's a good horse! It's a pity that the master is ruthless and wronged you."
The hand on his back suddenly lifted, and his long sleeves rolled up, creating a gust of wind.
The white horse was frightened, neighed again, and jumped down from the eaves of the door.
The middle-aged scribe put his hands together, and actually supported the horse's belly, put the horse on the ground gently, patted the horse's belly, and said: "Go back and bring your master, and say that there is a good friend waiting for him here." .”
The white horse seemed to understand people's wishes, and immediately spread its hooves and galloped away.
After putting down the white horse, the middle-aged scribe went to the wall again, pulled off the golden ring on the door side, and then came to the flag of the inn, tapped lightly on the flagpole, and the eight steel knives immediately fell down at the same time.
Seeing this person, Liu Xu shook his head inwardly. The golden ring and the steel knife were deeply sunk in the wall and the flagpole. If it were him, it would be easy to pull out if Taoism supernatural powers or martial arts were left behind. .
Now Liu Xu wants to pull them out, even if he pulls them hard, he may not be able to shake them at all, but this person shook them off with a wave of his hand, and there was no trace of effort on the outside, obviously the inner strength was extremely deep.
The middle-aged scribe rolled up his long sleeves, and he had already rolled up the eight knives in his sleeves. He looked at the empty door of the inn, and said in a deep voice, "Where is the flag in hand?"
As soon as the voice fell, a thin figure suddenly appeared in the inn, and climbed up the flagpole like an ape. In the blink of an eye, the figure was already on the pole.
Immediately, a large flag flew out from the head of the club.
On the snow-white flag, embroidered with a black dragon with teeth and claws, it seems that it will also fly away through the clouds.
Blue Dragon Club!
The short book of Longevity Sword is only 10,000+ words, but it involves the most mysterious and powerful organization in the ancient dragon book: the Azure Dragon Society.
Seeing this big banner, Liu Xu's eyes froze. The Azure Dragon Society is an organization that even Lu Xiaofeng and Ximen Chuuxue can't completely eradicate.
It is said that Qinglong will have twelve hall entrances, corresponding to twelve months in a year, a total of 360 and five rudders, corresponding to 360 and five days in a year, each day represents the code of a rudder, and the person in charge of each place is the same Wait for a master.
No one knows who the boss of the Azure Dragon Club is, not even Liu Xu, a time traveler who has read the original novel.
Just when Liu Xu felt that things were getting more and more interesting, the middle-aged scribe also saw him.
Standing on the steps of Fengyun Inn, he carefully looked at the young man who was eating sweet-scented osmanthus cake under the eaves of the street corner from beginning to end, and finally his eyes fell on the extremely ordinary green steel handle on Liu Xu's waist. on the sword.
"My little brother's surname is Liu?" The middle-aged scribe asked with a slight frown, looking a little puzzled.
Liu Xu nodded, showing a bright smile, took out a bronzing invitation card from his bosom, waved it at the middle-aged scribe, and clasped his fists and said, "This is Liu Xu, who came at the invitation of Mr. Gongsun."
"I'm sorry!" The middle-aged scribe put away the doubts on his face, and also clasped his fists and smiled: "I never thought that Mr. Liu, who has been in the limelight in recent years, would actually eat osmanthus cakes by the roadside. No wonder even the red-haired gang, the white horse No one from Mengmeng and Taihangdao can recognize you."
Liu Xu chuckled and said, "For a guy like me who is often poor and can't even afford to eat, when he has food on his body, he doesn't want to waste it."
After he finished speaking, he paused, his eyes swept over the imprints on the wall and the flagpole, and continued with a slight smile: "Besides, once you enter the gate of Fengyun Inn, it is not known whether you can stand up, even if you die, you will always be a hungry ghost it is good."
Hearing this, the middle-aged scribe clapped his hands and laughed loudly, saying: "Young Master Liu is really just like the legends, he is a wonderful person."
He was smiling, but suddenly his tone changed, and he continued: "The other families have sent people to visit the door. Now that you are here, don't you want to show your hand, Mr. Liu?"
When Liu Xu heard this, he looked calm on the surface, but his heart was full of turmoil.
If you really make a move, you will be in big trouble.
If the leader of the Azure Dragon Society in front of him knew that the "Quick Sword Liu Xu" who had become famous in the past few years was just a Xibei product, he might have killed himself on the spot.
Unexpectedly, even the mere worship of the door has become the first test of life and death.
Liu Xu has traveled through so many worlds, this time is undoubtedly the most exciting.
Just take a gamble.
Most of Gu Long's novels gave Liu Xu the same feeling: "Martial arts are important, but momentum and confidence are more important!"
In the amorous swordsman Wuqingjian (Xiao Li Feidao), when Ah Fei is in full swing, even Li Xunhuan is unwilling to be an enemy to him, and when he has no fighting spirit, even a second-rate master of the rivers and lakes is no match for him.
Liu Xu looked into the eyes of the middle-aged scribe calmly, with a playful smile on the corner of his mouth, and asked lightly, "What? Mr. Gongsun is here to test my kung fu?"
