There are many people using swords in the world, but now when it comes to sword cultivation, most people think that Chen Changsheng is the highest.

Because Chen Changsheng had learned countless sword techniques and countless swords, he also learned swords with Su Li.

In fact, although Robs' swordsmanship is not as good as Chen Changsheng, his swordsmanship cultivation is definitely not inferior to Chen Changsheng, and he is even more vaguely better.

I don’t know how long it took, but the Snow River suddenly broke. It was an extremely steep river channel with a drop of more than ten feet above and below.

Ice and snow cover the fields and rivers. Where the river channel is broken, the river water below the ice rushes out, making a roaring sound.

The strange man in Qingyi walked to a huge rock in the middle of the river.

The river water is like a waterfall, mixed with ice and residual snow, pouring down from both sides of the boulders.

Mu Jiushi sat at the front of the huge rock, looking at the unclean and turbid river water, and didn't know what he was thinking.

The strange man in Qingyi said a few words to Mu Jiusi.

Rob was invisible among the frost grass, looking quietly at the place.

The distance was too far away and the sound of water was too loud, so he couldn't hear clearly what the two were saying, but he could draw the scene at this moment.

The charcoal pen moved on the white paper, making a slight friction sound, and soon two people on the snow river, the waterfall and the huge rock appeared.

The strange man in green suddenly turned around and looked into the mountains and forests by the river.

Rob's hand holding the charcoal pen was a little stiff.

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Leaving the Gobi Desert, Chen Changsheng continued to walk towards Wenshui City, but now he is not only Nanke, but also Cheshui and Guan Feibai.

He knew very well that the road in the south would inevitably have a lot of trouble, and after entering Wenshui City, he would face more troubles.

Neither he nor Chessie said why he wanted to go to Wenshui.

Just like when he defeated Zhou Ziheng outside the National Education College, he got on the carriage and headed towards the Beibingmasi Hutong.

At that time, he and the guy didn't say what to do.

At that time, they were going to Zhou Prison to pick up people, but now they were going to Wenshui City to pick up people.

That guy is in Wenshui City and has not heard of it for a long time.

Regardless of whether these people he met on the road really dared to assassinate Chen Changsheng and Qizhi, many people didn't want him to go to Wenshui.

So he must go to Wenshui.

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In the winter of the third year of the New Kingdom, it was a very unusual sunny day. The winter clouds suddenly dissipated and the sun was rarely bright. Chen Changsheng and his party came to the wilderness outside Wenshui City.

When he could see Wenshui City from afar, Wenshui City had already seen him.

It can be said with certainty that at this time, the entire Wenshui City knew that he was here.

But nothing happened.

Whether it was the Tang guards at the city gate or the vendors I saw along the way, they did not show any strange emotions when they saw them.

To be more precise, the guards and vendors did not look at them at all, including the customs clearance documents.

Wenshui City is very prosperous, with streets and alleys connected, and is connected in all directions. Especially the main street that passes through the city from north to south is no different from Suzaku Street in Kyoto or Dongshen Avenue in Luoyang. It can accommodate eight carriages in parallel, which is extremely spacious and magnificent.

But when Chen Changsheng and others appeared, the street suddenly seemed a little crowded.

It was not that they deliberately stopped the steps of those vehicles and pedestrians, but that they began to change lanes when they were more than ten feet away from them.

It is obvious that pedestrians and vehicles are surrounding them, or avoiding them from afar.

They are like a big reef in the river, squeezing the river water to both sides.

Apart from the curious children at the entrance of the alley, no one looked at them, but they were far away from them, as if they were beasts.

The atmosphere was very strange, and Chen Changsheng even felt like the fragrance floating out of those restaurants, and he didn't dare to get close to them.

I folded my sleeves and looked at the building with white walls and black eaves at the end of the long street, silent.

The building is still far away from them, but the ancient historical meaning has come to your mind.

There is the world-famous Tang Family Ancestral Hall, which is said to be even longer than the history of the Kyoto Imperial Palace.

Guan Feibai was also looking at the building. His right thumb, index finger and middle finger slowly grind the old hilt of the sword, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he thought what he was thinking.

If the news from Ligong is correct, that guy should have been locked up there at this time.

Nanke didn't think about anything, and held Chen Changsheng's sleeve with two fingers, just feeling a little hungry and wanted to eat meat.

Chen Changsheng walked forward.

The crowds separated naturally, leaving behind the middle of the streets like oceans separated by divine power.

Chen Changsheng stopped somewhere before he walked to the white walls and black eaves building at the end of the long street, and then turned around and walked up the stone steps.

There is a quiet passage behind the stone steps. Deep in the passage is a forest, and deep in the forest is a Taoist temple.

It is the National Church in the Bishop's Hall of Wenshui City.

The door of the Taoist Hall slowly closed.

Chen Changsheng and others could no longer see it.

The vendors on the street suddenly stopped and then looked at the closed door of the Taoist temple.

In the quiet, I could only hear a few barking from a distance and the crying of children.

The picture is even more weird, like the difficult pantomimes in Xue Laocheng.

I don’t know how long it took, but people retracted their gaze toward the Taoist Palace, continued to walk forward, and returned to their respective lives.

The door of the Taoist Palace was closed tightly, and the snow-covered woods were silent.

No one knows what's going on inside.

Until dusk falls.

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The pedestrians on the street no longer looked at the Taoist temple in the woods, with some deliberation, but there were countless pairs of eyes looking here elsewhere.

The Wen River passes through the city, and one of the sections of the water is gentle and the scenery is beautiful, just behind the Taoist Hall.

On the other side, there were seven vendors, six yamen runners, three fortune tellers, two old men selling candy and a little girl who bought powder were looking at the Tao Palace Back Garden.

There is also an officer with a bearded face who occasionally looks over there.

The sunset light fell on the mirror-like water surface and turned into countless balls of fire, like a burning sky.

The light then reflected back and landed on his face, and his beard seemed to have turned into a burning bush.

Rob remembered the famous Wenshui three-style style of the Tang family.

The three sword moves all have a very nice name, namely - late cloud collection, sunset hanging, and a river of maple.

The Tang family predecessor may have seen such a scenery in this place and felt something, which made him create such a wonderful and beautiful sword technique?

The back garden of the Taoist Palace is as quiet as usual, and no one can be seen.

Suddenly, a piano sounded, gurgling like water, which sounded very nice.

He turned his head and saw a blind zither sitting by the Wenshui River to pull out the strings.

Although it was already dusk, the light falling from the west became brighter and a little dazzling, the blind pianist could not feel this. He did not cover the light with his hands like others, but squinted his eyes and gently waved his head to the sound of the pianist, which seemed extremely enjoyable and intoxicated.

Looking at this scene, Rob walked to the piano master and threw down a few pieces of silver.

Listening to the sound of the broken silver falling, the blind pianist was even more happy, his eyebrows seemed to be about to fly, and his fingers pulled the strings faster, but the music suddenly turned and became deeper. He was no longer the thousands of golden leaves on the river, but the old man in the city gate under the sunset in the distance.

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Chapter completed!