"Congratulations to Brother Jiang, congratulations to Brother Jiang. With Senior Luo's title today, your character and martial arts skills have finally become famous!"

Fan Xinghan came to congratulate him cheerfully, and he was the one who smiled the most among the group. He thought that in this way he could finally repay Jiang Wen for his great help, and it would also push the Wuyi Sect's reputation to a higher level.

Jiang Wen, who suddenly had a happy event in the crowd, was unhappy. He stared at Fan Xinghan and whispered: "Brother Fan, I heard that your nickname is 'Iron Beggar'?"

Fan Xinghan was a little embarrassed and kept saying: "They are all fallacies made by fellow Jianghu people. They cannot be taken seriously."

But Jiang Wen, who was worried, continued to ask: "I just heard what you said, and it seems that I don't agree with this title. How about I return the favor?"

Then when he met Fan Xinghan's doubtful eyes, Jiang Wen suggested seriously: "How about we exchange half of our nicknames. My name is 'Iron Sword', and you call me 'Junzi Beggar' instead?"

Fan Xinghan ran away as if he had seen a ghost and disappeared into the noisy crowd.

So Jiang Wen had no choice but to look around in confusion, dealing with the martial arts people who were flocking to congratulate him, and then led Zhou Long and Yuan Ziyi to find the location of several disciples of the Wuyi Sect.

These two people had just offended the Red Flower Club severely, and Jiang Wen was worried that they would take advantage of the chaos to retaliate.

"Luo has something else to do today, and I would like to ask all my martial arts colleagues to witness it!"

Seeing that the situation was chaotic, Luo Yuantong secretly used his skills and immediately heard the sound everywhere. A roar was not only shocking, but the words he said reached the ears of everyone present more clearly. He had just been dubbed "The Gentleman's Sword" by his colleagues in the world.

Only then did Master Jiang, whose name was known, find the seat of the Wuyi sect and motioned to the musicians to stop - relying on the position of the musicians, he finally reunited with the separated disciples.

"Congratulations, Master, for becoming famous today at the Golden Basin Washing Ceremony."

Hong Wending said to Jiang Wen with a smile on his face. Although Jiang Wen knew that what this apprentice said was not malicious, he was suspicious of something secret. He always felt that there was another unspeakable meaning behind his mature expression.

"Wen Ding, Master has been so kind to you and has never punished you to think about it. You can't repay kindness with enmity." Jiang Wen ordered worriedly.

Hong Wending replied without understanding: "Disciples don't dare."

Not only Hong Wending, but Xiao Shitou from behind also muttered congratulations along with everyone. His eyes had started to wander around. He was probably seriously thinking about where to queue for today's meal. Ever since he lived in the Fuwei Escort Agency for a while, he was very familiar with it.

I am particularly enthusiastic about queuing up for meals.

Fu Ningdie was the only one who looked at Jiang Wen with her mouth shut, as if she was full of doubts about him being called a "gentleman".

"What are you looking at? Do you think I am happy to be called that, Master?"

Jiang Wen waved Fu Ningdie away, and the little girl quickly followed Yuan Ziyi.

He couldn't help but feel angry, thinking that the name of the gentleman, the leader of Jianyue, comes from the Analects of Confucius, "A gentleman is reserved but not contentious, and a group is not a party." Don't worry about whether he is reserved but not contentious or a ruined Huashan. He can't compete with the Songshan sect, but he is a group.

There are only two or three kittens left in the house even though he is not a party member, but he has at least worked hard for decades to establish his character, and even his martial arts have followed the path of elegance. Only then can he be evaluated as a gentleman who is modest, elegant, and upright.

But he, Mr. Jiang, asked himself what his virtues and abilities were. It was okay if he usually liked to give advice. Today, let alone the sword in the scabbard, he had not even shown any kung fu in his fists and palms. What were the dozens or hundreds of people around him doing?

You see that your martial arts skills are extraordinary, and you keep asking for advice from me? Have you ever seen me ask for advice?

What's even more hateful is the old man with a white beard on the stage. He looks like Santa Claus. This mouth is much more powerful than his golden sword. After mocking Xu Tianhong's "Wu Zhuge" with the front foot, he can't be good at writing or martial arts, so he can use the back foot for himself.

It has gained a "good reputation" as a "gentleman's sword".

But according to his logical analysis, isn't this also an uncivilized fool?

"Young man is an old man in the world, and a pink beauty has freckles on her temples. After I wash my hands in the golden basin today, I will no longer interfere with the affairs of the world. All affairs of the Luo family will be handed over to my only daughter, Luo Shuang'er. Whether it is good or bad, I will leave it to fate.

Gratitude and grudges are not something people can only call upon themselves."

Luo Yuantong spoke very firmly, but the eyes of all the martial arts people in the audience couldn't help but focus on the charming girl next to him. It was hard to imagine how this young woman with a slender waist and slim figure could support Tian Nanyi.

The huge power of the Luo family.

There are many martial arts schools in Lingnan. In the past two years, the Five Tigers Faction led by Feng Tiannan has been the most powerful, and there is a vague intention to strive for the top spot. This is also the reason why the Feng family is trying their best to make friends with the Prince of Pingnan. Once he can replace Luo Yuantong in Shang Kexi's eyes,

status, the opportunity for Wuhumen to rise to prominence is just around the corner.

People in the Jianghu thought that Luo Yuantong would take this opportunity to choose a husband for Luo Shuang'er to support the Luo family's prestige in the future. This was the same idea among old friends, including Zhou Zhongying, so now they were all shocked by Luo Yuantong's shocking decision.

Startled.

To put it bluntly, it's just four words: He De and He Neng.

"However, people are not like grass and trees, so how can they give up the thought of licking their calves. From now on, my daughter will also travel in the world, and there will inevitably be dangers and dangers. All friends in the world will need to help me. Luo is very grateful."

After that, the disciples of the Luo family who were standing on both sides removed the gold basin for washing hands and replaced it with a pair of pearwood boxes that were more than four feet tall. Then they retreated to the left and right, leaving only the father and daughter on the stage.

"Look, Master Jiang, that's the treasured sword we guarded along the way. It's finally going to show its true form today!"

Zhou Long said excitedly.

At this time, after the commotion in the venue, the Z-shaped seats had been readjusted, and there were some changes in the distance between people. For example, the heroes of the Red Flower Club occupied the seats next to the door of the house, and there were several small sects sitting around them, mostly Hubei comrades.

The Xinghan Clan, Tiedan Village, and Songyang Clan also sat separately.

The remaining gang forces were in the inner courtyard, relying on each other, and there was still a vague confrontation. Jiang Wen also found that several Sichuan East sects that he had never seen suddenly appeared around Fan Xinghan, and Brown Linen Short Yi remained silent.

At this time, more than a dozen Vajra Sect disciples gathered around the Wuyi Sect. When they saw that the sword was about to appear, they immediately started making noises with pride. They served as the atmosphere group very competently. They stretched their necks one by one, looking forward to it.

His strange appearance made people around him curious, and people lamented Luo Yuantong's decision to distribute invitations to this small Shanxi sect. Their presence was truly worth the money.

This magical weapon was built with a lot of money, and I think it won't disappoint anyone.

Jiang Wen has seen and seen magical weapons. They can often last for thousands of years and still remain sharp, which is frightening. However, he has always thought that the dragon roaring in the box and the angry bull fighting are just novelists' words, and no one in the world has ever seen a sword.

Able to enter water and turn into a dragon, and take human heads by itself.

But before the sword in Luo Yuantong's hand showed its shape, there was already a clear, loud, melodious sound in the wooden box. The sound was like a bell or a chime when it was first heard, and it was like a chime when it was heard again.

With a thousand twists and turns, when you close your eyes, it seems like thousands of acres of blue waves are moving, and the deep grass on the lakeside is singing in unison with insects.

After the sound reaches the end and becomes clearer, it actually differentiates into different meanings of high and low frequencies, just like grasshoppers, mantises, crickets, and moths are appearing one after another in the grass during the hibernation season.

In it, one can hear a sense of vitality and all things competing.

The strange noise in the box whetted people's appetites. Luo Yuantong finally took out the knife and held out a four-foot-two-inch long sword with his right hand alone. The blade was three feet long, the handle was one foot and two inches long, and the blade lines were like a sword.

The blue waves of autumn water were as slender as leaves. It was like child's play to hold it in the hands of the tall Luo Yuantong, but it fit Luo Shuang'er's figure perfectly.

Jiang Wen touched his chin and looked at it from a distance, only to feel that the shape of the knife did not match the shape. It is believed that the opponent was the famous Luo family of golden swords, so they would not make such a mistake.

"New Book of Ji Xiao﹒"

It is recorded in "The Making of a Long Knife" that a long knife needs to have a "blade length of five feet, with a copper blade guard behind it. The handle is one foot and five inches long, a total of six feet and five inches, and weighs two kilograms and eighty taels."

The record of the size of the long sword in the book is by no means a closed door. "Military Bei Zhi" says: "The long sword is a system made by the Japanese country. It is good for walking and has not been prepared in ancient times." It can be seen that the long sword of the Ming Dynasty was an imitation of the Japanese sword.

It turns out that the size and proportion of the long sword are based on Qi Shaobao's insights gained from fighting with real swords during the Japanese rebellion on the coast. Therefore, this sword may cause a lot of inconvenience when facing the enemy in battle.

Everyone either understood or was confused, and they were also wondering how a single sword could suddenly cause Qingyin. However, they discovered that Luo Yuantong did not stop after taking out the long sword. With his right hand, he continued to take out a two-foot-eight-inch knife from the wooden box, and a nine-inch long knife.

The slender and short blade has an unprecedented standard appearance.

At this time, he looked at the stage and finally saw that there were two long and short knives in the box. The handles were heavily wrapped with cyan silk threads, and the radiance was shining brightly, so that the cold blade of the knife was also dyed cyan, like a piece of green bamboo.

However, the collision can produce such a soul-stirring sound, which shows that the forging process is extraordinary, and there is still an elusive murderous intention under the magnificent appearance.

"This sword is called Hanwang Qingdao. It was made by a famous craftsman from Xiaoxiang. It is made of five colors: gold, silver, copper, iron, and tin. When it was made, thousands of people sang together. There was always a sad and desolate air on the sword, and the edge was like frost. When it entered the water

Then it turns into green and green, and at night it turns black like ink."

Luo Yuantong said in a deep voice. As a famous sword appraiser, his eyes were full of fascination. Then the look of despair was gone and he suddenly threw the long sword into the air.

"Take the knife!"

Luo Shuang'er moved in response to the sound, her body swayed and she rose into the air. She caught the long knife in the air with a flying movement that was like the boatman's fist. Then she easily took away the short knife thrown by Luo Yuantong, holding one long and one short in her hand like a butterfly.

Flying, the lights of swords and shadows are dazzling.

What Luo Shuang'er now wields is not the Yuanyang Sword that can fit together, but a double sword for foot combat. It seems to combine some styles of the Nanyue Kingdom and the Dong Sword, with one long and one short being the exterior and interior of each other.

Jiang Wen suddenly discovered that the pair of green swords and the ancient Minyue bronze sword on his waist reflected the ancient charm of the Qin and Han Dynasties.

Luo Shuang'er's body skills are strange, but they are not as eye-catching as the double-sword technique she uses. On the stage, she is nimble and agile, just like the two swallows flying among the willows in spring, or like the mandarin ducks cutting waves on the water. She can only be seen up and down.

, turn around as you wish, holding the white blade with your slender fingers like a branch of flowers, your handsome eyes are wandering, and your cherry lips are smiling, which is indescribably charming and joyful.

"Master, what does King Han's green sword mean?"

Fu Ningdie's question interrupted Jiang Wen's gaze. Her focus was obviously on a very strange place, but she just stopped Jiang Wen's questioning.

"Well, the word "King of Han" may refer to Nie Zheng's assassination of the Han puppet Bai Hong Guanri. And whether the green sword refers to the color or the shape, master, I am not sure."

After thinking for a moment, Jiang Wen continued.

"This sword technique can be used both offensively and defensively. It is exquisite and unique. What is even more valuable is that the length and size of these moves seem to be designed according to Luo Shuang'er's appearance, and the amount of mental energy consumed in them is countless..."

Jiang Wen sighed in a low voice and gave a very fair evaluation of this sword technique. Women are slightly less powerful but more flexible, so the sword technique has strengthened the wandering part of the body and deleted the hard swing of opening and closing.

, it belongs to the Kung Fu of finding a new way in the moves, and it can be regarded as a unique skill when practiced to the highest level.

However, looking at the long term, the prototype of this kung fu should be a fierce and domineering sword technique. The moves specially designed by famous masters not only made Luo Shuang'er's skill at a young age, but also hindered her from learning from others' strengths. It was time to fight to the death.

, I'm afraid it still lacks some dexterity.

In Jiang Wen's eyes, the best swordsmanship should still be like "Hu Family Swordsmanship". On the surface, the swordsmanship has exquisite moves. It does not rely on force to hit force, and the moves are slow and subtle. However, there is also the yin and yang of the art of war in the softness.

He is rational, restrained but also has a strong character, and his bright moves are just to uncover the secrets of his opponent.

But no matter what, this kind of sword technique is really pleasing to the eye. Jiang Wen looked around and saw that many people in the audience were already looking drunk and forgetful, just staring at the high platform where Luo Shuang'er was dancing the sword. Good guy, even Fan Xinghan, the beggar leader...

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Oh no, that person is Wen Tailai, the fourth leader of the Red Flower Society. At this time, he also looked at Luo Shuang'er without saying a word, and even after dancing for a long time, he looked back.

But God comes.
To be continued...