Everyone looked at each other, and there was a silence in the hall. Suddenly, a burly man walked out from behind and said in a deep voice: "Since you are humble, I am here to ask the Marquis first."

"It turns out to be the Iron Hero of Crouching Tiger in Hengzhou." Ling'er glanced at the cross-body of the Tie Jindao, embroidered with pearls and jade, and said with a smile: "When you were young, you killed the seventeen enemies in Sichuan and Hubei with this golden knife, making you famous in the world. In recent years, you have become more famous. It can be said that you have achieved success. I wonder what else should I ask for my marquis?"

"I really don't dare to be a hero." Tie Jindao bowed and said.

As he spoke, he had taken out a small rosewood box, opened it, and held it in both hands.

Everyone thought that there must be rare treasures in his box, but they didn't know that the wooden box was just talking about the scriptures, and the pages were already withered and yellow.

Tie Jindao held the wooden box over his head with both hands and said respectfully: "This is the original work of Wang Xizhi's Buddhist scriptures. It is a gift from the younger generation to the marquis. Please accept it with a smile."

The original work of the saint of calligraphy Wang Xizhi?!

Some people in the living room had a look of surprise on their faces. Everyone knows that Wang Xizhi's ink treasures are rare in the ages and can be called priceless treasures.

I heard a lazy voice saying, "It turned out to be the original handwritten by Wang Xizhi. This is rare. I wonder if I am lucky to read it?"

Everyone looked at Wang Dong with surprise.

This person was already in the hall before everyone entered. He didn't know what his identity was, but he seemed to be treated as a courtesy of the Purple-Yuan Marquis.

Wang Dong was indeed interested in the Buddhist scriptures written by Wang Xizhi by the Iron Gold Knife.

The saint of calligraphy, Wang Xizhi, has been famous for thousands of years, but his original works are rarely passed down from generation to generation, so it has become more and more precious. Famous masters, ministers, generals, and even emperors, have sought it for Wang Xizhi's original works but cannot be obtained.

The most famous story is that Emperor Taizong of Tang Dynasty Li Shimin secretly used a trick to deceive the "Lanting Preface" from the hands of Monk Bincai. As a result, Monk Bincai was depressed and was pissed to death in the end.

Although Wang Dong could use the bronze gate to travel through many martial arts planes and collect all the handwritten books of Wang Xizhi in these martial arts planes, I am afraid that they can be sold by calling them.

But although Wang Dong was interested in Wang Xizhi's calligraphy, he did not specifically collect it.

The original works of Wang Xizhi can indeed be said to be priceless, both today and now, but it is easy for Wang Dong to obtain a sea of ​​gold and silver.

The Marquis of Ziyi smiled and said, "Since Brother Wang likes it, I should borrow flowers to offer Buddha--!"

As he said that, he waved his hand at Ling'er and said, "Ling'er, take the Buddhist scriptures that Wang Xizhi has flatly passed on and offer them to Brother Wang to appreciate."

"Yes!" Ling'er respectfully accepted the order and took out the red sandalwood box from the iron gold knife.

Tie Jindao also looked very happy. Since the Ziyi Hou accepted his gift, he also means that he would agree to his request!

Ling'er respectfully placed the red sandalwood box on Wang Dong's table and bowed and said, "Young Master, please!"

"The Lord Zun is so polite!" Wang Dong glanced at the Lord Ziyi and smiled, "But a gentleman does not take away what others like. Although he is not a gentleman, he will never do such a thing."

The Marquis of Ziyi said: "Although Wang Xizhi's ink treasure is precious, how can Brother Wang give to his daughter? Brother Wang doesn't have to be polite to me!"

"Since that's the case, then I'm disrespectful!" Wang Dong nodded, opened the scriptures in the red sandalwood box, and began to appreciate them.

Many visitors in the living room had their eyes widened and speculated about Wang Dong's identity. This man looked ordinary, without any momentum on his body, and there was no trace of practicing martial arts. He was just an ordinary young man with a pretty look, but when he heard the tone of the purple-yi Hou's speech, he actually had a relationship with this man's fellow generations?

This is really unbelievable.

It should be noted that the Iron and Gold Knife is actually twenty or thirty years older than the Ziyi Marquis, but in front of the Ziyi Marquis, he could only respectfully call himself a junior!

Even the Ga Xing Dharma King, who was like a clay-shaped Buddha-womb, couldn't help but look up at Wang Dong.

Ling'er looked at Tiejindao and said, "Since you have received the gift, do you have any difficulties? Just tell me it!"

"As for your order!" Tie Jindao couldn't help but bowed again.

He immediately began to talk about a heart-wrenching and physically tangled past event!

In Hengzhou, two major sects are always respected, namely the Crouching Tiger Sword and the Panlong Hook Sect. Seventy years ago, these two major sects rose to the martial arts world together. People at that time called it: Crouching Tiger Sword and Panlong Hook, and the Knife Hook Sword and Hook Sword and Hook Sword and Hook Sword and Hook Sword and Hook Sword and Hook Sword and Hook Sword and Hook Sword

Originally, the relationship between these two sects was quite good. Until Panlonghuo's sect changed its head twelve years ago, he disliked the order of the eight words "Crouching Tiger Panlong, and Knife Hook to be the master".

As the saying goes, there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts. People in the world value reputation the most is reputation. The new leader of Panlong Hook also felt resentful of the title of "Crouching Tiger Panlong".

Those who didn't say anything were all characters who licked blood from the edge of a knife. They naturally could not convince their opponents by just talking. There was only one way to solve the problem.

One word, fight!

Yes, the new leader of Panlong Hook directly wrote a letter of war against Tiejindao. Originally, both sides had half a pound of martial arts, and the internal strength of Tiejindao might be even better than half a piece of skill. Unexpectedly, after the fight of seven hundred moves, the new leader of Panlong Hook suddenly used a strange move, and Tiejindao was inexplicably defeated.

This is the first decisive battle between the two sides.

In the next five years, the two sides had three decisive battles intermittently, all of which ended with the defeat of the Iron and Gold Sword, and they were also defeated by that strange move.

Then, Iron Gold Knife slept on firewood and tasted gall, devoted himself to studying that strange move, and even asked many martial arts fellow practitioners for advice. This study took seven years. He realized that he had thoroughly understood the changes in the strange move, and his cultivation level improved a lot. He immediately launched the fifth decisive battle, but unexpectedly—

"Unexpectedly, you still lost!" Ling'er said.

"That's right!" Tie Jindao stomped his feet hard, with a look of shame on his face. "I thought I had already figured out the changes in the location, time, direction of this move, etc., but I didn't expect to fight again and found that this move contained the next move, which was ten times stronger than expected. Alas!"

Ling'er smiled and said, "I understand. You have been studying for many years, but you still have no choice but to do anything about that strange trick. So I came to ask my marquis..."

"The girl is right!" As she spoke, Tie Jindao pulled out the golden knife from her waist and said in a deep voice: "Although this move cannot be broken, it can be demonstrated. This is a knife as a hook, so please give me advice."

After saying that, he turned around and stabbed him straight out.

The blade's body shines golden light, like hundreds of layers of golden scales flashing. At this moment, it stabbed out with a knife. The cabin was full of golden sword light, dazzling.

"Good sword technique!" One person was moved and couldn't help but cheer. It was Hu Buchou, but no one of the guests in the hall paid attention to him. Some looked surprised at the sword, some looked sneering, as if they were extremely disdainful, and some were like the Dharma King of Ga Xing, without even raising their eyelids.

The sword light rotated, and suddenly it was retracted again. The iron and gold knife turned the blade down and held its fists to the Ziyi Hou and bowed again: "I would like to give me advice."
Chapter completed!