Chapter 829 It’S None Of My Business
Chapter 829 It’S None Of My Business
"But I hope you go back and tell the elders not to get involved in this matter. If you insist on arguing, just tell the elders that I know the current prince Han Queyi. If it doesn't work, I will break into the unfathomable palace in the future. !"
Li Ye's face was full of disgust, and regardless of what he said in the second half of his sentence, he said, "Do you know who Han Queyi is?"
Jiang Chen said: "I don't know, he is the crown prince of Dasheng after all, so he should have some reputation, right?"
Li Ye said: "It's a good thing you don't know him. How could such a useless person only have a genius like you?"
Jiang Chen smiled helplessly, then took out a token and said, "Give this to the elder, I think he will agree.
It had Dasheng characters written on it, and Li Ye recognized it at a glance, so her expression became extremely strange and she said: "It turns out that you are an old friend of Senior Wuzong. No wonder you dare to use your sword in Kyoto."
Jiang Chen just smiled and didn't care much. He just had a lot of thoughts and thought of the elegant but unique young swordsman again.
Since the founding of Dasheng, there has been only one person who can be called Wuzong, and that is Han Sheng, the biological father of the current prince.
Han Sheng is not just a famous general, because the character "Sheng" of Dasheng is derived from his name. He conquered half of Dasheng's world. The elder Liu Zhiwen is his sworn brother and the best swordsman in the world. Once his fellow disciple, Han Sheng also used his fists to break off the road and was the first person to create the Wu Fu Bu Ai Tian style. Therefore, Han Sheng occupied a place in the temple and the world.
It's a pity that God is jealous of talents. Han Sheng died in the battle of Hongyang Pass ten years ago. His bones were hung on the city wall of Hongyang Pass to dry for ten years. But even though he was so depressed, there was a warrior, the Great Grandmaster, who broke through and went south. He offered sacrifices to his fists and issued a call: "We, the warriors of our generation, have broken through the realm, so we should offer sacrifices to the Southern Wuzong from afar!"
It is still the same today.
If it weren't for Han Sheng, there would be only warriors kneeling down and burning incense in the world, and there would be no Great Grandmaster who dared to punch the sky. The name of Wuzong was taken from the Martial Artist's Grandmaster.
Looking back suddenly, ten years have passed by in a hurry. The spirit of Wuzong is still there, but the long sword is no longer there. Jiang Chen sheathed the iron sword and sighed: "He used my boxing skills to gain the title of Wuzong. I With his swordsmanship, he is not even as good as a swordsman, I am really ashamed!"
He was just complaining. It didn't matter whether anyone listened or not.
Li Ye took the world back, knowing that he could not defeat him and could not trap him.
Standing under this familiar world again, Jiang Chen glanced at Liu Jinghang, who had already drank two bottles of wine, and said with a smile: "..." It's none of my business, so I drank myself into sleep! Liu Jinghang is such a wonderful person, She’s so human!”
When the white-faced scholar Liu Jinghang heard this, he suppressed his dizziness and rolled his eyes at Jiang Chen and said, "Jiang Chen, it's wrong to hit a woman."
Jiang Chen said: "You have wronged me. She beat me so hard that I couldn't even fight back. If I hadn't used my special skills to explain the misunderstanding clearly, (the king) would have gone to jail."
Liu Jinghang said: "What special skills do you have? Take it out and let me see it!"
Jiang Chen agreed: "Okay, then just watch it!"
After that, he pierced the white moon with his sword and walked away with his sword. Li Ye knew that he was outmatched, so he let him go and asked his master to catch him later.
Liu Jinghang was stunned and murmured: "Jugglers are his specialty. No wonder this man is so handsome, he is a fish in the theater..."
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