Many people looked at each other. Those who saw this situation dispersed and hid far away. Wu Zhi did not ask any questions. He looked around and found a nearby teahouse to sit down. He ordered the waiter to serve a pot of tea and a plate of peanuts, and then grabbed the waiter. He turned around and whispered: "Let me tell you, there will be a good show next. You people will only see it a few times in your life, so don't miss it."
The waiter in the shop was doubtful, and together with many people, stood outside the thunder pool where they thought they were safe, waiting for the show to begin.
Before Zhang Ling could take the lead and curse, Junyan on the other side said, "Do you know who I am?"
Zhang Ling glanced at Song Linjie next to him, and his confidence suddenly increased, and he said arrogantly: "I don't care who you are? If you block my way, I have to beat you up today."
Hearing Zhang Ling's tone, the man with the sword seemed to be about to take action. He stood sideways in front of the young Junyan, sheathed his sword and clasped his fingers. His movements were so standard, but he didn't expect Zhang Ling to show a weird smile, take a few steps back, and help Song Linjie. Putting down Li Dami, he made a superior gesture and said, "Song Linjie, get him for me."
Zhang Ling is not stupid. Judging from the momentum he has shown just now, he is at least a second-grade one. He will most likely suffer a loss if he goes up there. The master next to him is left alone, so why not make the best use of it? Anyway, he likes to fight with others, so he really has the best of both worlds. .
Song Linjie took a heavy step, stepped forward, and circled behind him with the sword in its scabbard. He held the sword in his left hand and struck the swordsman on the head. The swordsman calmly shook the sword in his hand and made a common gesture. In the backflow style, the swords touched each other for a moment, and then turned around and fell at the same time. Song Linjie took the opportunity to bend his wrist and pierce the swordsman's waist with the sword. He was almost successful, but he didn't expect that the swordsman was also fluent in moves, and the sword that swung back was unexpectedly there. He spun his hand in a circle and struck the Heavenly Forging Sword back again. Just as Song Linjie was about to fall back, he stepped back quickly. Before pulling away, he instantly stabilized his body, bent his right hand into an elbow, and struck the swordsman's lungs again, not wanting to do it again. He took it with one hand, got close once, and fought several times, but all ended in a draw.
Below the first level, most of the true energy is in the six orifices, so the breathing is often not smooth, and it is difficult to act continuously. When practicing martial arts by yourself, you will often find a coherent attack method, or find a way to do it. Only by being able to breathe quickly between moves can one suppress the opponent everywhere. However, after Song Linjie's actions, the ordinary second-grade has already been overwhelmed, and even responded to the end. It is by no means expected that this person is so calm and easy, unless it is Completely confident that he can receive fierce beatings again and again by relying only on his reaction. With such a mentality, if he is not experienced in the world, then he is undoubtedly a first-class person, and the person who can be a first-class guard is either a high position or a weight.
While Zhang Ling was still thinking about it, Song Linjie couldn't wait to take action again, lighting up the red shadow of the mirage while running. The two people's steps flashed everywhere, and their swords intertwined like a dragon and a snake playing, inseparable. Song Linjie saw that the situation was not right, and pulled the Heavenly Forging Sword. When the Dao Gang came out, the sword energy that had nowhere to rest was slashed out from both sides. The Dao Gang struck on the thin pillar of a tea shed and broke into two sections on the spot. Fortunately, the tea shed was not built with tofu, and there was another half to support it. It was just shaky and scurrying around. His sword energy struck the door of an inn, and half of the two doors were missing each.
The two of them didn't see each other and returned to their accomplices. The young Junyan smiled warmly and said to Song Linjie: "This little brother is very skilled. I would like to join my sect. He has all the secrets of martial arts. And as long as you ask, you will have them all in the world." I will try my best to help you find it."
As the saying goes, those who are close to Zhu are red. After following Zhang Ling for so long, Song Linjie naturally developed the habit of speaking freely. He looked down and said arrogantly: "You are such a genius, do you deserve it?"
The two were about to engage in a tense battle when Zhang Ling suddenly grabbed Song Linjie and asked tentatively to the young Junyan, "I wonder who your brother is?"
Even though the two of them were fighting each other with swords before, the young Junyan still said in a friendly manner: "The current prince, Chen Jinyu."
Zhang Ling was greatly shocked, his mind was racing, he was stunned for a moment, pointed at his nose and asked: "Then do you know who I am?"
Zhang Ling also wanted to have a hand in the dark under the lamp, but unexpectedly the other party came one after another: "Your name is Zhang Ling, from Luochuan County, the one with darker skin is called Li Da Mi, and the one who just started fighting with my guard is Chen Song Linjie, the youngest second-grade in the history of the country and a descendant of the Sword Queen, is not just you. Everyone in the Chengdao Academy, except for the old dean who has not seen his true face, knows that although the father does not allow the royal children to see the academy disciples, Selection, but I also have your portraits in this palace."
Zhang Ling pulled Song Linjie to go back, pretending to be deaf and mute and said: "The weather is really good today, and the air is good. Song Linjie, let's go back to the academy and take out the quilt to dry it in the sun."
Chen Jinyu stopped the two of them: "Do you know what the crime is for attacking the prince in the street?"
Zhang Ling stepped forward, turned around and looked at each other coldly: "The academy is a political power and is not under the control of the imperial court. There is a saying, what did Song Linjie say?"
As soon as Zhang Ling was angry, Song Linjie was not afraid of heaven or earth. He pointed at Chen Jinyu's nose and said fiercely: "I'm giving you face, right?"
Wu Zhi, the audience in the audience, clapped repeatedly when they saw that the actors on the stage not only acted vividly, but also delivered bold and uninhibited lines.
When Zhang Ling heard the movement behind him, he naturally knew that the guy didn't warn him on purpose and wanted to watch the show from the wall. He turned around and wiped his neck, saying with his eyes: "Wait for me."
Hearing the prince announcing himself as a family member, the other party dared to utter arrogant words. The swordsman guard couldn't bear it. He wanted to draw his sword to meet him, but the prince pressed his sword and pushed him back. He chuckled and said, "As expected, as the rumors say, the disciples of Chengdao Academy are crazy. It’s unbearable, but when I see him today, he’s well-deserved.”
Zhang Ling also calmed down and spoke normally: "You're not angry either. What do you want? Let's have another fight?"
Chen Jinyu stepped forward in person, but the guards tried to stop him but were put aside.
Chen Jinyu said softly: "I don't like fighting, I like to be harmonious, I don't like drinking, I only drink tea, I am not good at bickering, and I am good at talking. I wonder if I can invite Brother Zhang to the East Palace to talk to me?"
Zhang Ling agreed readily: "Yes, peace is the most important thing. I don't bother to do anything that can be solved with drinks."
Zhang Ling took out a silver coin from his sleeve, swung it hard, and landed on the peanut plate in front of Wu Zhi. He smashed it into pieces and said, "Help buy Li Da Mi's seeds. Let us tell you what you want to ask when we come back." you."
Wu Zhi nodded with a smile and continued eating, regardless of whether he pricked his mouth or not.
After Zhang Ling finished explaining, Chen Jinyu said, "How about walking?"
Chen Jinyu walked in front, followed by the guard, followed by Song Linjie, who was a foot away, and Zhang Ling who was finally half a foot away. The distance was tightly controlled at all times. Although he believed that he was a gentleman, he was still on guard against others.
