Me and my Jianghu Tavern

Chapter 203: The Old Resentment Is Today

Liang Shurong raised his head.

The gate of Xuanhua at the end is closed tightly.

There are more than ten people standing at the gate of the palace, each dressed in poultry clothes, or tiger or eagle, all holding weapons, standing in front of the palace gate.

——Chang'an Ten Soldiers and Guards.

Liang Shurong glanced indifferently, and walked towards the dozen or so people.

"tread."

But at this moment, an old man dressed in sackcloth came out from the corner of the street, with a broken sword pinned to his waist. There were still some cracks on the broken sword, as if he was dead.

Liang Shurong frowned. The sudden appearance of the old man gave him a sense of oppression, and he might not be easy to deal with.

The old man in sackcloth took off the broken sword from his waist and glanced at Liang Shurong lightly.

The old man didn't speak, but turned around and walked towards the ten soldiers guards in front of the palace gate.

Liang Shurong looked at this scene in a daze, he really didn't know this person.

Yan Bei'an suddenly said, "This man is not here for you."

Liang Shurong frowned slightly, didn't they come for him?

He looked up and saw the old man's back. His hair was a little gray, and even his figure was a little stooped. Only the broken sword in his hand was still standing upright.

The old man in sackcloth stopped ten feet away from the soldiers and guards, and said sharply: "Secret spy Wu Fu, I'm here to ask for advice."

"Secret spy?" The man holding the halberd among the ten soldiers was the jackal, and the jackal frowned, suddenly feeling something was wrong.

He raised his head and glanced at Liang Shurong, who was still in the distance, this kind of change was beyond his expectation.

"Swordbreaker." Li Lingzhi, holding the Yanling Saber, revealed his identity in one word.

"Is it him?" Jackal frowned, clenched the halberd in his hand, and was wary of the people ahead.

Those who watched this scene in the dark were slightly taken aback when they heard the sound of "Secret Spy Wu Fu", and sighed.

"This person is not dead yet."

"Who is this person?" No one in the younger generation has ever known this person.

"A character from more than 40 years ago."

"..."

As they said, the secret spy department has disappeared for more than forty years, and there are not many people who survived today. Back then, there were no children in the city of Chang'an, and the swordsman was one of the people who guarded Chang'an.

It's just a pity that people in the imperial court are not allowed to enter the heaven list, otherwise the name of the swordsman will be spread all over the world.

Liang Shurong was standing in the distance, so he simply sat down.

Yan Bei'an glanced at him and said, "Aren't you going to help?"

"Other people's grievances, I'm just an outsider." Liang Shurong said, how could he not know this person, this grievance more than forty years ago, he can't get involved.

Above the restaurant, a young man looked around and saw the old man in the field.

"Then, isn't that Uncle Wu!?"

"Brother Yu, what's going on?"

Pei Yuan, Song Shusheng, and Wu Manzi were amazed one after another.

Holding a glass of wine in his hand, Gongsun Yu stood still, raised his head and glanced at them, the indifference in his eyes made them shut up.

Song Shusheng's throat rolled, and he didn't dare to say another word.

Only then did Gongsun Yu drink the wine in his glass.

The restaurant fell silent, everyone looked at Uncle Wu in the field, only Gongsun Yu didn't want to take a look.

Zhang Ming on the attic in the distance was not too surprised to see this scene. He heard Gu Qingshan talk about Uncle Wu, so he probably guessed what Uncle Wu was going to do during his trip to Chang'an.

"It's the old man, isn't this courting death!?" Chu Hang also recognized Uncle Wu, and he wanted to go up to help.

"What are you doing?" Zhang Ming stopped him.

"Help." Chu Hang said, Uncle Wu rescued him and Gu Qingshan when Jiu Tie Mian besieged him, how could he just sit idly by now.

But Zhang Ming shook his head and said, "You'd better stay well. The serious injury has not healed, and you can't even display half of your strength. You can only rely on others to get up."

"The shopkeeper is right." Nian An also agreed.

When Chu Hang heard this, he didn't know how to refute, and he lost his momentum. He really doesn't have that strength now.

Zhang Ming glanced at the monk and said, "Why do you call me shopkeeper instead of benefactor Zhang?"

"Wuliang Tianzun, I am the Taoist, so naturally I should call the shopkeeper." Nian'an said.

"What's wrong." Zhang Ming muttered, and the smelly monk lost his nerve again.

.........

Goshawk, Jackal, Mountain Bull, Red Fox, Black Snake... There are a total of more than ten people, all of whom are the top of the ten soldiers.

They guard Chang'an City, turn the muddy water of the river and lake into clear water, and suppress the younger generation. This is the meaning of their existence.

People who the government can't control, they control.

Those who the Overwatch Council dare not arrest, they dare to arrest.

No one dares to be presumptuous in front of them.

People from the rivers and lakes are in chaos in Chang'an, and they should be the ones to solve it.

The jackal took a step forward, erected his halberd, and said in a deep voice, "I respect you as a senior, but you shouldn't help him rebel!"

Wu Fu shook his head and said, "Fu only wanted to recover the 74 lives of the Secret Service, and never wanted to rebel."

The jackal pondered for a moment, when the secret agent guarded Chang'an, he planned to pardon him and let him survive, but the secret agent refused to surrender, so he wiped out the secret agent.

Today's Shibingwei is the epitome of the secret spy division.

But today's Shibingwei is not as good as the secret spy department back then, because no one can stand up. Back then, the secret spy department had swordsmen, but Shibingwei had nothing.

The jackal sighed, "You are a broken swordsman, and you guarded Chang'an back then, just like me now, but you shouldn't cause trouble in Chang'an, what's the difference between you and those young people."

"This is no longer the old Chang'an." Wu Fu sighed.

Just like what the old servant of the Jiang family said outside the tavern: But the emperor changed overnight, and the Secret Service Division turned into a wild dog.

Wu Fu raised his hand and broke the sword, he didn't intend to say any more.

It's useless to say more, the more than [-] secret agents who guarded Chang'an, the enmity back then, before he thought that Jinzhu was so old and unable to walk, he should understand.

"Hmph." The jackal snorted coldly and let go of his hands and feet, holding the giant halberd in his hand.

The ten soldiers and guards all took out their weapons, and Li Lingzhi, the goshawk, drew out the seedling knife behind his back, and the light of the knife flickered.

"This sword caused chaos in Chang'an back then."

Wu Fu raised his hand and swung the sword, only to hear a click, and the crack on the broken sword deepened.

The Jin army rebelled Chang'an, and Chang'an was in chaos. He swung this sword because he failed to defend Chang'an at that time. The sword that should have been swung 40 years ago is only now.

It seemed that a huge sword was cut from the top of his head, and he was afraid.

"Break!" The jackal yelled, and the long halberd struck out.

"Go." The silver light flashed, and Li Lingzhi slashed out the Miao Dao in his hand, and then the sword light, the sword light, and the tip of the spear all slashed towards the attacking sword light.

The ten soldiers and guards worked together to block it, and in the blink of an eye, the sword light dissipated between the sky and the earth.

The swordsman's first sword was blocked.

Although they blocked it, the ten soldiers and guards frowned. There were a total of more than ten of them working together to block the sword.

This is just the first sword.

Chapter 204: Death of the Broken Sword

"Seventy percent."

Li Lingzhi frowned slightly. He had used [-]% of his strength just now, and the rest of the people should be similar to him. This form was very bad. The power of the sword even spread to the palace, and the gate of the palace trembled slightly.

Wu Fu took a deep breath, raised the broken sword in his hand and took a look.

"Old friend, can't you hold on anymore?" Wu Fu muttered to the broken sword. At the beginning, he even blocked the peerless weapon, but now he can't stand this sword anymore.

From a good long sword to a broken sword, and now full of cracks, the cracks are all formed by one sword after another.

By now, even the sword is dying.

The corner of Wu Fu's mouth curled into a smile, and he said to the broken sword, "It's okay, I'll be with you."

Wu Fu raised his head, raised his hand again to break the sword, and cracks appeared one after another. This was also the last sword.

"This sword is to defend Chang'an for the secret agent, and no one will retreat!"

It was because the secret agent who defended Chang'an back then shed blood for the sake of his family and country.

Of the more than seventy secret agents who died, Wu Fu remembered each of them clearly. They guarded Chang'an together back then. If it weren't for them, there would be no Swordsman.

He is the No. 1 Secret Service Division, so he should provide peace of mind for them under the nine springs.

When the wind blows, the sword gang moves with the wind.

The sword intent was overwhelming, and there was a clicking sound from the broken sword, and another crack appeared.

This sword is the last sword under the broken sword.

The sword intent is proficient, and the sword gang is full.

"cut!"

With a sound of 'cut', the broken sword cut down.

The sense of oppression made those who hid in the dark frown. One can imagine the power of this sword.

"Go gun!"

"Draw the knife!"

"Sword up!"

The ten soldiers and guards moved out one after another, attacking with all their strength, and slashed out one after another with swords, guns, swords and halberds, just to block the monstrous sword.

All of them were frowning, and all of them were trying their best.

But even so, it was not as good as that sword light.

"Back!" the jackal exclaimed.

They tried their best, but even so, they could only block half of the sword intent.

Jian Gang's sword intent was already in front of him, and they couldn't retreat with this sword.

"boom!"

With a loud noise, the ten soldiers and guards flew upside down, the halberds fell to the ground, the miao knives flew down, and the jackal Li Lingzhi vomited blood.

This sword was beyond their expectations.

The people in the dark discussed again.

"He's still him."

"Uncle, this man is too powerful, why have I never heard of you before?"

"There are still many people in the world that you don't know, so you must also know the word fear."

"Nephew is taught."

Chu Hang on the attic watched this scene and heaved a sigh of relief. He was afraid that Uncle Wu would not be able to handle it, so he felt relieved now.

"Wuliang Tianzun, all called Shibingwei the Secret Spy Division back then, but now they are no match for one person." Nian An sighed.

"The ten soldiers and guards are too young, after all, Wu Fu is also from the older generation." Zhang Ming said.

"Age does not mean strength."