Chapter 701 The Story of a City and a Knife (Part 1)

The snowflakes fell from the sky and landed on the iron tree's temples and clothes. Without actually touching it, they were cut into countless pieces with a very slight squeaking sound, and countless small flowers bloomed.

This man seemed to be made of iron, colder than the wind and snow, and there were countless sharp edges hidden under his clothes, which were more terrifying than swords and guns.

Wang Po walked to the table, glanced at him, then sat down and calmly put the iron knife on the table.

His movements were steady and light, making no sound, just like snow falling silently.

Snowflakes also fell on his temples and clothes, either rolling down or sticking lightly, and then fell on the knife, like falling yellow leaves, gradually covering the sheath, without showing any hint of sharpness.

Looking at this scene, Tieshu's indifferent expression gradually changed. It was not vigilance or solemnity, but emotion.

In Tanzhe Temple, when he closed his eyes among the yellow leaves in the sky, he also saw a similar scene.

He looked at Wang Po now, but in his eyes was the figure of the commoner young man who walked out of Wenshui City back then.

"I may say a lot more today."

He said to Wang Po.

Wang Po looked at the courtyard on the other side of the wind and snow, and his meaning was very clear.

Tieshu said with an indifferent expression: "Chen Changsheng cannot succeed, so I have a long time."

Wang Po had a different view, but because of this, he naturally didn't mind sitting there for a while.

"Senior, please speak."

"When you left Wenshui City, many people came to see you..."

Upon hearing this, Wang Po's drooping eyebrows raised slightly, then fell.

As the last male member of the Wang family in Tianliang County, if he died, the Wang family would really be ruined.

Emperor Taizong's joke back then will come true.

Therefore, he had been hiding everywhere since he was a child, growing up very difficultly with the help of Prince Liang's Mansion and some warm-hearted old monks.

Zhu Clan was too powerful, especially after he gained a reputation as a monastic genius, and the situation he faced became even more dangerous. It was at this time that Mr. Tang sent someone to take him into Wenshui City.

He worked as a bookkeeper in Wenshui for several years, and it was the Tang family who protected him.

A few years later, he decided to leave Wenshui, and Mr. Tang agreed with his decision.

The news quickly spread throughout the continent.

Wang Po dared to leave Wenshui and escape the protection of the Tang family, which meant that after several years of accounting, he had grown to have enough self-confidence - as long as Zhu Luo was unable to take action personally due to the oath of the starry sky, or the court did not It would be difficult to kill him by using an army or a large battle formation.

Everyone knows that Wang Po is very strong now, but how strong is he?

On the day he left Wenshui City, many people went to the official road outside the city, including some big shots.

People knew very well that whether it was the Zhu Clan, the Jueqing Sect or the imperial court, they would definitely take action against Wang Po. There would definitely be a lot of excitement outside Wenshui City that day.

"I'm going too." Tie Shu said looking into his eyes.

Wang Po knew about this for the first time and said, "I didn't expect it."

Logically speaking, he was just a young Taoist genius with considerable potential. In any case, it would be difficult to alarm a powerful person in the sacred realm like Tie Shu.

"Because when Su Li met you in Wenshui City, he made some comments. Others don't know, but we naturally know."

Tieshu said: "He said that your sword will definitely be stronger than those of your predecessors in the future."

After hearing this, Wang Po said nothing.

Even he could only remain silent in the face of such praise.

For someone like Su Li, there is only one predecessor who used the sword that he deserves to mention specifically, and that is naturally Zhou Du|fu.

"So I thought you were going to die that day."

Tieshu looked at him and continued.

This is an inference that sounds unreasonable but is actually natural.

Even Su Li praised him so much. How could the big shots in the court and Tianliang County allow him to continue to grow?

Wang Po recalled the scene when he walked out of Wenshui City, and his eyebrows gradually raised.

It’s not pride and pride or nostalgia for glory, it’s just that after so many years, the murderous intention at that time is still unforgettable.

"I watched you walk out of Wenshui City alone with a knife, just like today."

Tieshu continued: "Many people have died, but you are still alive. At that time, we knew that the Zhu family and the court were in great trouble. Now that I think about it, Zhu Luo himself knew even better, so there were people in Xunyang City. It was only during that night rain that the last words he said before the Tianshu Mausoleum were revealed."

Wang Po said calmly: "I don't think it's an honor to value him."

Tieshu said: "But he is Zhu Luo after all. His only request before his death is that we, the people, must help him fulfill it."

Wang Po lowered his eyes slightly and fell on the iron knife covered with light snow.

"Of course, I was very sad when I saw you walking along, and I didn't want to kill you."

Tieshu said: "But you shouldn't go to Beijing. This is asking for death."

Wang Po thought about that time again and felt a little sad, then he dusted his sleeves and let the snowflakes fall.

The reason for adjusting the sleeves is naturally to hold the knife.

Tieshu asked with an indifferent expression: "Are you going to die today?"

Wang Po did not answer the question and said: "Actually, I am very curious about who in this world can make you change your mind suddenly."

It was quiet, and the snow fell silently.

The days when Tieshu lamented were all true.

But what he said was false.

From Tanzhe Temple to today, his intention to kill Wang Po has never changed.

Wang Po knew this very well.

But Tieshu's meaning was very clear just now. As long as Wang Po was willing to leave Kyoto, he would not take action.

Who made him change his mind from killing people to expelling people?

Wang Po would not leave, but he really wanted to know the answer.

Being able to influence the mind of a powerful person in the sacred realm is not something that ordinary big shots can do.

Looking at the entire continent, there should be no more than five people.

With a creaking sound, the door of the tea house on the street was pushed open.

A very handsome man came out, looked at Wang Po with a smile and said, "Long time no see."

Looking at this person, Wang Po's raised eyebrows slowly fell and he said, "It turns out to be... the second master."

This handsome man used to be the most famous dandy in Wenshui City, but later he gradually became unknown.

Only people from the Tang family in Wenshui know how terrifying this person is.

The second master of the Tang family.

Wang Po lived in the Tang family in Wenshui. Does he know this?

It turned out to be the Tang family in Wenshui.

Only the Wenshui Tang family could allow a big shot like Tieshu to change his mind under the pressure of the court and Shang Xingzhou.

The second master of the Tang family looked at Wang Po and said with a smile, "You know it's me, do you still insist?"

This man is indeed handsome, but he doesn't know if it is because of the wind and snow, but there is a faint feeling of coldness.

Wang Po said nothing.

The second master of the Tang family still smiled and asked: "Isn't it four words to be as generous as a mountain?"

Wang Po was silent for a while and said, "Not bad."

The second master of the Tang family opened his mouth and laughed, looking extremely happy, but did not make any laughter.

In the wind and snow, it was a bit heart-pounding to watch.

Then, he gradually lost his smile, looked at Wang Po and said expressionlessly: "Today, you are not allowed to use the sword."