For some reason, Zhang Ling and Qin Yi felt close to each other after only being together for one day. Perhaps, as Qin Yi said, it was fate.
After a busy month, Zhang Ling stayed at Baihua Villa for another three days. He was busy with two things, riding a horse and falling down countless times. Maybe he was used to falling and didn't even realize it hurt. He was practicing swordsmanship with Yang Xiao again. Of course, it was Yang Xiao who bullied the younger ones. As a senior, he was simply shameless.
In addition, whenever Zhang Ling was ordering chicken legs from the kitchen, he could always see Qin Yi staring at the willow tree in a daze, and there was only a blurred prayer ribbon on the willow tree, so Zhang Ling could probably guess what Qin Yi was thinking. What, it's just a tacit understanding and it's not easy to disturb.
"Zhang Ling, no, you can't stop my sword after three days of practice."
Yang Xiao lazily waved his sword with one hand on his back.
Zhang Ling did not respond and concentrated on responding to the offensive. Compared with three days ago, he had completely mastered Gu Ruo's sword defense and could use it more flexibly. Even if Yang Xiao drew the sword faster than before, he would not be able to fight back without any resistance. Power.
Suddenly, Yang Xiao loosened the sword in his hand, raised it slightly by an inch, then tightened it again and slashed with force, knocking the dagger out of Zhang Ling's hand.
Zhang Ling himself was also unsteady on his feet, as if he was about to collapse, and then Yang Xiao confidently sheathed his sword.
Moving his right foot back, Zhang Ling, who was about to fall, instantly regained his footing. From his legs to his waist, he used his right fist and used his whole body to exert force. Like a tiger, he punched Yang Xiao.
It appeared hidden and moved thousands of mountains, bringing with it a strong wind.
At this moment, Yang Xiao had already sheathed his sword and could only stretch out his leisurely left hand to catch it forcefully.
And this punch also directly forced Yang Xiao back a few meters. Although this punch was strong, but the strength was in front of him, it was impossible to lose to the opponent, but it was enough.
Zhang Ling straightened his back and said, "Senior Yang, I accept the concession."
Yang Xiao dragged his numb left hand and said with some surprise: "I guarded the sword for three days, just for this one punch, it's powerful."
Finger twisting is a swordsmanship that can be defended and easily attacked. Yang Xiao originally thought that Zhang Ling would fight back with his sword. After the sword was knocked away, he sheathed the sword with confidence. What he didn't expect was that Zhang Ling could deliver such a shocking punch. , then asked: "What is the name of this punch?"
Zhang Ling shook his head: "Sorry, I can't say."
"Can't tell?" Yang Xiao instantly understood what it meant, "I see. It seems that your origin, Zhang Ling, is not simple either."
If you want to talk about the origin, even Zhang Ling himself is confused. When asked Zong Chentian, he just didn't mention it. He himself was also annoyed by such mysterious things and there was nothing he couldn't say. I only know that my brother and uncle are both masters of the Xuan Dynasty. If you can reach the realm of Xuan Zhengtian and Zhengtian, you can be regarded as entering the ranks of masters. In addition, Zong Chentian said about his unspeakable parents, so it is not easy to say. , it’s really not that simple, I don’t know anyway, so I simply nodded.
"Then I have to learn a lesson about the origin of your boxing skills."
As Yang Xiao spoke, the sword on his waist shook violently, as if it was about to fly out on its own.
Zhang Ling subconsciously guessed something.
So, Zhang Ling ran away. Even if he knew that the other party had no ill intentions, no one would get beaten for no reason. Seeing that Zhang Ling was about to run, he jumped out and followed him, but was stopped by Lin Rui who suddenly appeared.
Lin Rui looked at Yang Xiao's left hand that was hanging down and could not move, and said jokingly: "Why, the boat has capsized in the gutter, and you are taking it out on others again."
Yang Xiao showed a hypocritical smile, stared at Zhang Ling sharply, and said: "How could it be possible? We don't practice swordsmanship, don't you think so, Zhang Ling?"
Zhang Ling hid behind Lin Rui and said in a pretentious manner: "He is a hammer. He bullies the small ones with his big one. He can't afford to play with him."
Yang Xiao was a little angry when he saw Zhang Ling being unreasonable. He touched his feet and reached out to catch him. Zhang Ling reacted very quickly and avoided Lin Rui. The two of them ran and grabbed each other, like two children. Generally, they keep circling Lin Rui.
Suddenly, an untimely cough came, interrupting the chase between the two.
"The martial arts you two practice is really unique."
The three of them looked around and saw Qin Yi leaning on Liang Zhu with his hands lightly on his hands, and then walked towards the three of them.
When Qin Yi arrived, the two of them stood apart. After all, it was embarrassing to think about it. Qin Yi looked at Zhang Ling and asked, "How have you been practicing your sword practice for the past three days?"
Zhang Ling didn't know why Qin Yi seemed to still care about his martial arts, and said: "I have gained a little bit."
As he spoke, he glanced at Yang Xiao from time to time, looking like he wanted to be beaten, which made Yang Xiao glare angrily but he had to hold it back.
Qin Yi nodded and asked, "Where's the horse riding?"
Zhang Ling sighed, and only Yang Xiao on the other side laughed. For three days, Zhang Ling kept being thrown off his horse. Apart from the sound of weapons clashing, it was Yang Xiao's gloating laughter. Zhang Ling glanced over and really wanted to say "What a crooked senior", but then he saw the sword on Yang Xiao's waist and couldn't help but ask.
Zhang Ling looked at it again, shook his head, and replied: "This horse has a temper and won't let anyone ride it, but I have a question."
Qin Yi waved his sleeves lightly and said, "Tell me."
Zhang Ling asked: "Just now I saw that Senior Yang's sword was not moving, but it started to tremble. Does this sword have a spirit?"
Before Qin Yi could answer, Yang Xiao came over and patted Zhang Ling on the head. Zhang Ling glanced at him angrily. Yang Xiao smiled proudly and said: "Why bother asking Master Qin this question? Let senior come." I’ll give you the answer.”
Yang Xiao took off the sword, put it in front of Zhang Ling, and explained: "You are right, this is a famous sword, but not all swords can be made spiritual. Only some are made of good iron and come from Only a good sword in the hand of a master weapon can be called a famous sword, and a famous sword recognizes its owner, and only the owner recognized by the sword can pull it out. The same is true for other weapons, but most people in the world still use swords."
Yang Xiao gently pulled out the sword in his hand, revealing some special golden lines, and said with a proud face: "There are three couples' swords on the world's famous sword rankings. It just so happens that my sword is called Golden Flower, Lin Rui The ones in my hands are called Silver Trees, they are all rare and famous swords, be envious of them."
Yang Xiao's nose turned up as he spoke, and Zhang Ling didn't even look at it. Only Lin Rui pulled him over again. Zhang Ling looked down at his sword, picked it up and asked, "Where's my sword?"
But it was Lin Rui who took it and pulled out the dagger. Suddenly she frowned and handed it to Yang Xiao without answering, "Take a look."
Then Yang Xiao took a closer look and frowned as well. The two of them seemed to understand each other. Yang Xiao looked at Zhang Ling and said, "I didn't notice it before. This sword is indeed very ordinary, but..."
Speaking of this, Yang Xiao suddenly paused, and then continued: "But it's so heavy."
Zhang Ling took the dagger back and looked at it carefully, but he didn't find the smell of blood that Yang Xiao said. Yang Xiao explained: "The smell of blood can be concealed, but if a sword is stained with too much blood, it will leave blood energy. Even if it is re-tempered, it still cannot be eliminated, and most people cannot see this blood energy."
Yang Xiao lowered his head again and muttered: "It is impossible for ordinary Jianghu people to use their swords to this extent. It is like experiencing a bloody battle between two armies, and this sword has killed more than Imagine.”
Yang Xiao looked at Zhang Ling again: "Where did this sword come from?"
