Luo Changfeng is crazy about Jianghu Road.
This day seems to have a moment of peace.
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When the spring rain brought Mei Shimei, there was a great event in Zhongzhou, which made the sword repairers come to Zhongzhou in the rain.
It’s a well-known proverb in Zhongzhou that green plum cooks wine and washes flowers and swords.
This proverb is about a sword-washing festival.
At Meishi, Kunlun Mountain in Zhongzhou will usher in the four-year Huanhua Sword Wash Summit.
This is a grand event for the practitioners of Kendo in Hangzi Gate.
It is said that there is a star meteorite in the seventy-two peaks of Kunlun Mountain, and there is a sacred Huanhua Pool at the peak of the star meteorite. There are several ancient and sharp famous swords hidden in the Huanhua Pool.
These famous swords naturally belong to Jiange, and all of them are Jiange’s ashamed sword graves.
It is well known that the universal weapon did not come from two Jiangs’ magic swords.
The yogi attracted by the famous sword in Jiange Pavilion will not be weaker than the magic weapon in Jiangjia Furnace.
Over the years, the Huanhua Sword Washing Summit has been on the verge of desolation, but all sword practitioners will gather at the seventy-two peak of Kunlun Mountain. The younger brother of Kunlun Jiange will cook wine and wash the sword. Jiange will allow the winner to climb the peak of the Star Meteor and choose an ancient and famous sword in Huanhua Pool for reward.
All previous sword-washing sessions have attracted many practitioners to discuss whether to practice kendo or not, and they are all eager to try.
The thirteenth king city of Zhongzhou in Mei was gradually crowded with people.
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In the plum rain, a black carriage rushed to the deserted mountain avenue.
Raindrops hit the mud and gradually became dirty. The carriage passed by the mountain road and left two wheel ruts.
Luo Changfeng is driving a carriage, in which is a brother whose eyes have been destroyed.
Rest in the Iron King City for some time until Huangfuyi’s injury recovered and Luo Changfeng decided to go straight to the imperial capital.
The whip horse raised its front hoof and screamed. Luo Changfeng stopped the frightened carriage and stopped halfway.
Luo Changfeng’s eyes saw three figures standing in the rain hundreds of meters away through the heavy rain curtain
He frowned bitterly.
Brother carriage tilted his ear.
"Is it you?" Luo Changfeng, the realm of the Yuan God, said that God’s perception of knowledge or five senses are acute. He looked at the distance and suddenly stopped the road. Three figures were alert and a little surprised
He can tell whether the three-person theory is the poor and sophisticated young man or a young man who has had a short fight with red hair and swords.
He is calm.
He frowned. He couldn’t figure it out. He would be with the stargazers.
"I haven’t seen you for days, don’t be ill." The old road is naturally one of the few saints who broke the seal in the hospital to restore memory and observe the stars.
Brother carriage heard the star-gazing sound and the color behind it was a little gloomy.
It’s never a happy thing to be stared at by a saint who leads the world, even if the saint is down and out.
Before leaving the hospital, Xiang Daozong once told Huangfuyi.