I Have Refined Qi For 3000 Years - 378. 47. The beautiful lady with pure brain circuits

“Oh, old man, you can’t talk nonsense.”

The storyteller heard this and raised his hand:

“As far as I know, although the Sword God of Shangli is dull and reticent, he is definitely not bad at heart, and he will not do anything indiscriminate like other Shangli people. It is really rude for you to be such abusive old man. what.”

“What’s rude, he is a silly X.”

The old man hummed.

“My information is compiled through untold hardships in our vein. It is absolutely true. Moreover, my master had personally contacted the Sword God Shangli at the beginning and told me about him.”

The storyteller was a little dissatisfied.

“On the contrary, old man, you are just verbal abuse, and you have no reason to say it…”

“I met him, have you met?”

The old man said grimly.

The storyteller was speechless.

He wanted to make excuses, but after seeing the old man’s one-arm, he suddenly stopped and didn’t say a word.

“I have nothing to say to you, he is just a silly X anyway.”

The old man took a clean cigarette and got up, with some effort, he carried the basket containing the firewood, rice, oil and salt on his back, and walked towards the outside of the village.

Bai Qiuran, Bai Li, and the storyteller kept looking at his back and disappeared from sight, before taking back their gazes.

“Unexpectedly, the Sword God Shangli is far away in the sky, right in front of you.”

Bai Li looked at the storyteller and suddenly said:

“Right? A storyteller.”

“I didn’t say again, how did you guess it?”

The storyteller did not approve, but instead asked.

“You can understand by looking at your expression. You don’t even get upset with things like this. It doesn’t fit your personality at all.”

Bai Li looked at Bai Qiuran.

“I think Master should have seen it too.”

“When Jin Yao and I first met the old man, we saw that he was a swordsman. It was easy for us, but his dominant hand should be the one that was broken.”

Bai Qiuran said:

“When I first heard him attack the sword god of Shang Li, I thought he was a great swordsman whose arm was abolished by the sword god Shang Li at the sword meeting, but now, I am afraid that he is correct.”

He looked at Bai Li.

“By the way, this old man should be living in the wild near the village. Does your father know about this?”

“Who knows him?”

Bai Li Tan Shou Road:

“But I guess he wouldn’t do anything if I knew it. In the early troubled times, there was not no one in Shangli who wanted to take this opportunity to make a fortune. My dad also fought those looting teams before. I hate the warriors of Shangli and Xiema.”

“What’s the matter with his arm.”

Bai Qiuran asked curiously:

“At any rate, he is the best swordsman in the world. This kind of person is Shang Liguo’s card face. Not to mention that he is very strong. Even Shang Li can’t hurt him. How did he end up like this?”

“People from my own country did it.”

The storyteller took out a dossier from his back, flipped through it and said:

“Normal people would certainly not do this kind of thing, but what would Shangliren do. After the Shanglijian god became famous, he did not participate in court activities and did not make good relations with wealthy businessmen. Even the princess chose to resign his son-in-law. Liren felt that the Sword God of Shang Li was not a foreigner among them, so she simply excluded him.”

“Ah? A bunch of weak chickens to squeeze out the strong? What do you think?”

Bai Qiuran was a little confused.

“Piff is still angry, what’s more, such a swordsman, that group of weak chickens are not afraid of this sword god to be angry, and carry the sword all the way from Shangli?”

“Where do I know what they think… and this Mr. Sword God is also an honest person. At first, these people pushed him out, but he also tolerated it. Perhaps in his eyes, these are all clouds, and only the sword is the best. It’s important.”

The storyteller flipped through the dossier with a look of disdain.

“But perhaps this sword god has won so much, which created an illusion of expansion for the other swordsmen in Shangli country, making them think that the swordsmen of their own country are better than those of Daxia country. So there are some swordsmen in Shangli country. Thinking that the Sword God Shangli had been sitting in the position of the Sword God for too long, and wanted him to abdicate to the virtuous, the new and old alternated, so he challenged the Sword God Shangli.”

“But listen to you.”

Bai Li said:

“They don’t seem to be able to beat the Sword God single-handedly.”

“I can’t beat them for sure, but they are Shang Li, and they won’t treat themselves positively.”

The storyteller looked contemptuous.

“So in a black and windy night, this bunch of rubbish gathered five people of the same realm, asked the Sword God to take medicine, and then used means to sneak attacks. In the end, four died and one was seriously injured, but they also succeeded. The Sword God’s Tejin was abolished, and the next day he lost to another swordsman in Shangli, and was chopped off by Shangli’s arm and driven out of his homeland.”

“So what about this new Shangli No. 1 Swordsman?”

“Compared to Daxia’s current number one swordsman, it’s a realm worse.”

The storyteller shook his head and said:

“This time at the sword discussion, it is estimated that Daxiaguo will let Shangli people understand the reality. Unfortunately, the sword god’s hand was chopped off by them, and now I can’t go back if I want to go back.”

His face was full of schadenfreude, and it was completely an expression of seeing a group of stupid forks eating their own evil.

“But it’s a pity that Shang Li Sword God, you said he would be better if he was born in Daxia.”

The storyteller seemed to be a fan of the sword god, and after a while he started to sigh again, and then he asked:

“Bai Xiongtai, little friend Huai Li, what are you going to do with this sword god?”

“How to deal with it, don’t deal with it.”

Bai Li spread his hands.

“Can we still drive him away? Although he is a Shangli, he is also a respectable warrior and swordsman. Now that he is old and tired, he is allowed to stay near this village for retirement and retirement. Later, he will ask the villagers Uncles and uncles take care of the old man.”

“It’s so good.”

The storyteller agreed.

“I have some different ideas.”

Bai Qiuran’s eyes flashed and he touched his smooth chin.

“As for how to spread the belief in Tianzun Zhuji at the Sword Conference, this sword god gave me some new inspirations.”

“Is it possible that Brother Bai wants to spread the faith of Heavenly Refining Heavenly Sovereign to the God of Sword God?”

The storyteller hesitated:

“But I haven’t heard you say that Zhuji Tianzun can still be reborn with severed limbs…”

“Don’t use your thoughts to measure the abilities of the gods, okay.”

Bai Qiuran answered, and then said in her heart:

Tianzun Zhuji can’t, but I can.

“Zhenji Tianzun is really powerful.”

The storyteller showed a look of admiration, and became more pious in his belief in Zhuji Tianzun.

While he was intoxicated, Bai Li approached quietly and asked in a low voice:

“What is Master going to do?”

“Since I am a real swordsman, then I have a way to make him beg me to help him reshape his severed limbs.”

Bai Qiuran whispered:

“And falling from the peak to the trough, and then the return of the king, this kind of drama, even the Sword God of Shangli, will feel overwhelmed…In this world, revenge is the sweetest candy.”