One Sword Seals Immortals

Deacon Shi: "This is Mr. Fu from the Academy. Because he is weak and sick, and cannot see the wind, he wears a cap all the year round."

Ying Longcheng suddenly asked, "What name?"

Under the hood, Fu Hanzhou raised his head and looked at him for a moment, then slowly replied: "Fu Hanzhou."

Hearing this name, Sword God seemed to pause for a moment.

When everyone was excited, they were surprised to find that there was no follow-up.

Then Ying Longcheng passed Fu Hanzhou and stepped into the backyard.

Is it really Fu Hanzhou?

Standing in the corner, Xiangshou felt a sense of loss.

I can't figure it out, who is the mysterious person that the entire Kuaixia mansion is looking for? Could it be that he has gone to another place with his name hidden?

That night.

Although the other courtyard of Kuaixia Academy is still another courtyard, it seems to have become another world of its own now.

Sword God Yinglongcheng stayed in it for one night.

The people of the Hoan Kiem Villa blocked the road, and no one was allowed to disturb the purity of the owner.

Not to mention the players, even if a dozen masters of the rivers and lakes came, it would be impossible to break in.

The entry of this high-level NPC, of ​​course, caused an uproar among the players.

Fu Hanzhou pretended to be flipping through the book in the bookstore, and at the same time brushed up the posts on the forum.

[Warning for a large number of screenshots!The Sword God finally appeared in Kuaixia Academy!The emperor-level pomp just stares at me and my friends! 】

[A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, whoever can break into the courtyard of the Sword God will be the next generation of top 10 advanced players. I will initiate a team formation first. Is there anyone here? 】

[I just inquired about the news from the Six Doors. It is said that the Sword God likes to drink, why are you still using your favorability? Hurry up and stare blankly! 】

What's interesting is that these players are really good at inquiring about information.

For example, a person named "Blue-collar Xiao Xiaosheng" seems to have a team behind him, who is responsible for producing intelligence news in Jianghu.

In this issue, he made a briefing to popularize science.

【Come on!The third issue of the blue-collar tabloid "Since we met and poured out a cup, I know there are gods on the ground" was delivered on time!Go, go, go!

Hoan Kiem Villa is located on the top of Longquan Mountain, Fangzhou, Shangjunfu, during the Great Zhou Dynasty.It is a hereditary villa.The patriarch of the previous generation, Ying Shiming, was ranked among the top five masters in the Central Plains. His only son, Ying Longcheng, went one step further. Everyone knows, but also became famous in one battle.

There is a wonderful story behind the name of the Hoan Kiem Villa.It is said that the ancestors of the Ying family met an old man with a sense of immortality in the ancient temple on the top of Longquan Mountain. They drank with the old man for three days and three nights, and then borrowed his sword to go down the mountain to kill the enemy.But after going down the mountain, he couldn't find the ancient temple on the top of the mountain again.In order to return the sword, the swordsman built a villa on the top of the mountain, and waited in it until he died of old age. This is the origin of Hoan Kiem Villa.

It is said that the divine sword "Tianwen" is still enshrined in the villa.This sword is neither gold, nor iron, nor stone, nor jade. Later generations suspect that it was forged by the immortals in the sky.

We are still collecting information about the Sword God Yinglong City, so please look forward to the next issue of the blue-collar tabloid - "Full Clothes Win Snow, Sword Comes Out of the World to Surprise"! 】

The so-called text has no first, Wu has no second.

Who is the strongest swordsman in the arena is often recognized by everyone.

And Yinglong City, which is recognized by everyone, is definitely the strongest.

Fu Hanzhou woke up the artificial mentally handicapped in his family who pretended to be dead: "Koukou, do you calculate, what level should Yinglong City be?"

Koukou said: "According to big data calculations, Yinglong City's level is within the range of 120 to 150."

Fu Hanzhou: "So vague?"

Kou Kou was aggrieved: "Master, Kou Kou has never seen such a high-level NPC, how can I calculate it? If I can see another innate master above level 100, Kou Kou can at least be twice as accurate!"

Fu Hanzhou: "Okay."

The ignorant little artificial mentally handicapped soon felt the host's dislike, and closed himself up again.

It was rare for Fu Hanzhou to be free that day, because the players all ran to other courtyards and tried their best to squeeze in front of the Sword God.

Their failures were predictable.

However, some people were so unwilling that they even came up with the deadly method of "visiting the other courtyard at night".

In the middle of the night, Fu Hanzhou was woken up and pushed open the window. He saw a team of players climbing up the ladders and climbing into the courtyard next door.

Fu Hanzhou: "..."

He was expressionless, resting his chin on one hand.

Sure enough, in no more than a few breaths, those players fell down like dumplings, and with a kick of their legs, they turned into white light and flew away.

To pester him during the day can be said to be admiration of the sword god's reputation.

If you dare to climb the wall at night, you are a proper criminal. The people in Hoan Sword Villa will not say a word, and will send you to see the King of Hades.

Fu Hanzhou thought it was a lively scene, and was about to close the window when he suddenly heard a faint sound of music.

Someone is playing the flute under the moon.

The sound of the flute was continuous, and it seemed to have an infinite and profound meaning. It was not like the usual music, but it carried a chill.

Fu Hanzhou's heart moved, he put on a coat, picked up his oil lamp, and walked along the path in front of the Shuge door to the deep bamboo forest in the backyard.

In the depths of the bamboo forest, a man in white hangs down the flute in his hand.

A pair of eyes colder than the stars in the sky looked at Fu Hanzhou quietly.

Ying Longcheng said: "It's you."

"Cough cough..."

Fu Hanzhou bowed his head and coughed, put the oil lamp on the stone table, and said, "Master Sword God, isn't he afraid of admitting the wrong person?"

Although the people from Yinglongcheng stood in front of him, their hair and skirts remained motionless under the night wind, and even their expressions were calm, more like an ice sculpture than a real person.

The sword god said: "There are thousands of people in the world, I don't care. But only you, I have seen it once, and I won't admit it again——Where is your sword?"

Is this the sword god's sixth sense?

Fu Hanzhou didn't expect that Ying Longcheng didn't even give a reason, and directly identified himself as the mysterious person.

This makes people have no chance to refute at all.

Moreover, from Ying Longcheng's point of view, the kind of swordsman who danced the sword that night should be a fellow man who never leaves the sword and regards the way of the sword as his lifelong pursuit.

Only in this way is it possible to practice such selfless swordsmanship at this age.

But when Fu Hanzhou went out late at night, he only had an oil lamp on him, let alone a sword.

Fu Hanzhou said: "I don't have a sword."

Ying Longcheng: "Impossible."

"..." Fu Hanzhou pondered for a moment, then said flickeringly, "I am the sword."

Ying Longcheng nodded slightly, obviously approving, put one hand behind his back, and said: "Please."

Ling Lie's sword intent is coming!

The long sword at Ying Longcheng's waist buzzed softly, as if he had encountered an opponent worthy of a fight, and he couldn't bear the fighting spirit in his heart.

Fu Hanzhou: "..."

In the middle of the night, under the moon, the Sword God invites you.

The autumn wind is rustling, and the bamboo forest is rustling.

It turned out that I had been looking for him for so long just for a sparring session.

Sure enough, he regards the way of swordsmanship as his lifelong pursuit!

Fu Hanzhou lowered his head and coughed uncontrollably.

He was wondering how many breaths he could live in front of a sword god of level 37+ with his level 120.

Suddenly, Fu Hanzhou smelled a faint scent of sandalwood.

Ying Longcheng stood in front of him silently, staring at him carefully with both eyes, stretched out his hand after a long time, and pinched Fu Hanzhou's pulse.

After taking a closer look, Fu Hanzhou discovered that this man's eyes were not pure black, but were faintly amber in the moonlight.

Ying Longcheng said: "You are very weak, why?"

Because he really has an internal strength level of 20, he is not a grand master who holds a legendary sword technique.

Fu Hanzhou thought for a while and said, "Being plotted against by someone, I live in seclusion here."

It was very reasonable, and he also explained why he wanted to hide his strength.

Ying Longcheng frowned slightly, let go of Fu Hanzhou's pulse, and seemed to think for a while: "Your internal breath is weak, and you must have suffered serious internal injuries at that time. Although you can protect your heart, you can't get rid of the root of the disease. block."

Fu Hanzhou was quite perfunctory: "Well, that's right, that's right."

The next moment, Ying Longcheng said: "Come to my Hoan Sword Villa."

Fu Hanzhou: "Huh?"

Ying Longcheng: "I will recruit famous doctors from all over the world to heal your injuries. As long as you stay in Hoan Kiem Villa for one day, no one will be able to threaten you."

This sounds very good, but Fu Hanzhou refused decisively: "No, thank you."

He is currently quite interested in this game, and he doesn't want to move to a strange place to heal his injuries. Everyone knows how boring it is to be sick and hospitalized.

Ying Longcheng said again: "It's very dangerous for you to behave like this."

Fu Hanzhou smiled and said, "I used to live in seclusion quite well, but thanks to you mobilizing people to find me, such a big accident happened."

Ying Longcheng paused for a moment: "...I didn't expect you to be so weak."

So Fu Hanzhou found that this sword god was quite easy to talk to, not as indifferent as he looked on the outside.

During the day, he didn't immediately call out Fu Hanzhou's identity, presumably because he considered that Fu Hanzhou might have secrets.

That's why I came here quietly in the middle of the night when no one was around.

Well, he is a thoughtful sword god.

At this moment, Ying Longcheng thought about it again, and took off a delicate ornament from his belt——

It was a wooden model of a small sword, only about one finger long in total, and it was so exquisitely carved that it seemed at first glance that it could really pull out a sharp blade.

"This sword..."

Ying Longcheng just said two words, then suddenly stopped suspiciously, and said another sentence: "This is my token. You hold this token, you can seek help from any property under the name of Hoan Kiem Villa, or you can Fly pigeons to send letters and letters to me at any time. You are seriously injured internally, and it will not take a day to recuperate, so I can wait for you."

Fu Hanzhou held the small sword in his palm and said, "Okay, after I finish recovering from my wounds, I will go to you to exchange ideas."

When he said this, he was actually like a scumbag who said "I will marry you when I get divorced", and he didn't think about it at all.

The sword god was very solemn, and nodded slightly, his dark amber pupils reflected Fu Hanzhou's figure clearly.

The next day, when Fu Hanzhou passed the other courtyard, he also found that Steward Shi's attitude towards him was also different, very respectful.

Ying Longcheng should have told his confidants as well.

Just in time, Fu Hanzhou asked him a doubt: "Why did your owner seem a little surprised when he heard my name yesterday?"

Deacon Shi had a smile on his face: "It's a coincidence. The first sword used by the owner when he was young was taken from the meaning of 'Three thousand guests are full of flowers and drunk, and one sword is frosty and cold for fourteen states'." , named 'Hanzhou'."

Fu Hanzhou: "...Oh."