Chapter 488

Bai Zhantang, hearing this, immediately said: "Dazui, you don't know about this."

"Do you know what kind of existence the Wu Family Sword Tomb is?"

Li Dazui shook his head and said: "I've never heard of it, how would I know what kind of place that is."

Bai Zhantang said cryptically: "The Wu Family Sword Tomb is a super-first-class force in the Jianghu of the nine provinces and four seas and eight wildernesses, which can be traced back more than a thousand years."

"Since its establishment, the Wu Family Sword Tomb has produced generations of sword immortals and countless swordsmen; every generation of the Wu family's descendants has a Sword Crown who travels the Jianghu to seize the title of Sword Dao leader."

"This generation's Wu Family Sword Chief, Wu Tianjiu, was once defeated by Li Dongxuan, the incarnation of Mr. Li, have you forgotten?"

"That place where the mountain is full of swords is the Wu Family Sword Tomb!"

Li Dazui suddenly realized and said: "Oh~~~"

"Now that you mention it, I remember!"

"I remember, I remember!"

"When the Cloud List introduced Li Changsheng, a picture appeared."

"It was a mountain full of swords; so that was the Wu Family Sword Tomb."

"Good fellow, then this Wu Family Sword Tomb is truly amazing."

"This Wu Tianjiu is the Sword Chief of the Wu Family Sword Tomb, so doesn't that mean he first lost to Mr. Li, and then lost to Mr. Li's disciple?"

"Good fellow, this person has lost a lot of face!"

"The master and disciple both beat him."

Bai Zhantang said with a sigh: "This Wu Tianjiu is truly unlucky; a figure like him is at least a great expert of the Heavenly Man Realm."

"Yet he was defeated one after another by Mr. Li and his disciple."

"He completely became a stepping stone for others."

At this time, Guo Furong walked out of the main hall.

"Even if this Wu Family Sword Chief is down on his luck, he is still much better than us."

Great Han Dynasty.

Chang'an.

Weiyang Palace.

Great Han Martial Emperor Liu Che sat on the steps, basking in the sun.

He had this habit every day.

Unless it was raining, snowing, cloudy, or windy.

Otherwise, he would definitely come out to bask in the sun.

Every time he basked in the sun, it made him feel like a living person, not an old monster who had been lingering for many years.

Yes, he had felt more than once that he was an old monster.

In the long years.

He had experienced too many partings and deaths.

Those he cared about in the beginning had all left him one by one.

When his country could no longer expand outward.

When his life was no longer just about state affairs.

He was so empty, endlessly empty.

Over the years, he had favored many concubines.

However, these people, after they grew old and lost their beauty, were left aside by him.

In recent years, he had rarely been close to women.

So much so that the large harem was somewhat desolate.

Most of the time, he just liked to bask in the sun here.