"Actually, from my point of view, this junior's temperament is not very sharp, but Tang Bufeng's words are too irritating. As the saying goes, clay figures are still angry. If it were anyone else, I guess Xiao Tang would have wetness on his forehead when he said that. With so much effort, I could no longer hold back the anger in my heart, so I drew my sword and faced each other."
The day was getting hotter and hotter at noon, and the head of the house, with his fat physique, was naturally unable to bear the kindness promised by God. Although the carriage was protected from the sun, even the old wood in the carriage made the hot sun feel hot to the touch, making it difficult to escape the heat. The sweat rolled down along with the hot breath, flowing straight from the top of the head until the face was still stained with water. Bupa had already been soaked with sweat and could no longer wipe away the sweat.
"By the time I reach my age, my body, which is as rugged as a rock at the end of the cliff, has been worn away long ago. The heroic dreams I had when I was still young, and the ambitions of scholars who cultivate themselves and serve the country, have long been exposed to the wind and the sun. It was swallowed into the stomach, and only a big stuffy fart was left in the stomach, and it couldn't get out."
Lao Sanjin rarely felt emotional, so he moved his leg off the crossbar, twirled his short beard that was wet with wine and said: "Maybe if I go back thirty or forty years, I still won't be able to catch up with that young man's character. I'm afraid half If the sentence doesn't go as planned, two hammers are already in front of Madman Tang. No matter how exquisite his sword skills are, just use all his strength to strike. As for the rest, it has nothing to do with me."
The head of the house wiped his sweat, reached out and grabbed the wine bottle in front of him, drank it down, and leaned back in his seat with a hint of drunkenness, smiling bitterly.
"Lao Sanjin, Lao Sanjin, I drink countless drinks every day. Instead of drinking you stupidly, it turned out to be a bad thing."
"Don't talk about it, let's see if I'm wrong this time, or you, a blind cat with no skills in martial arts, stumbled upon a dead fish."
"If the bet is right, don't try to extort the money." The boss rolled his eyes, not falling for the trick at all.
"Look at your stingy behavior."
Looking from the front window of the carriage to the field, Yun Zhong had already stepped out of the carriage, with an ordinary long sword still hanging on his side, his expression unchanged.
On the other hand, Tang Bufeng had already pulled out the long sword from the purple sheath before the competition, inserted the sheath diagonally into the soil, and waited for Yun Zhong to move the sword first.
"Madman Tang is worthy of being Madman Tang. Not to mention anything else, with this arrogance that is not inferior to mine, he will definitely make a big splash in the Qiling world in the future." Lao Sanjin said with a smile, seeming to be quite optimistic. Tang Bufeng behaved like this in the field.
The head of the house was confused when he heard this, and asked in confusion, "Wait a minute, wait a minute, I am confused after hearing this. Tang Bufeng just drew his sword on the spot, what does it have to do with the word arrogant? Although you think Xiao Tang will definitely win, but How can we detect anything extraordinary from such a small gesture?"
"Hey, you are an amateur. You haven't practiced a single move. You really don't know the ropes. Axes, spears, hammers, and other weapons are bulky and heavy, so most of them have no scabbards. Therefore, this momentum comes from elsewhere. To move, for example, when thousands of soldiers are holding their spears in formation, they always roar when the two armies are fighting; swords are different from these weapons. Normally, the temperature in the sheath cannot be maintained, so unsheathing itself will cause the momentum to leak out. . Even a rough guy like me understands the principle of making a big effort and then exhausting it three times. Madman Tang took out the sheath first and let the young man with the sword take three more moves. He had already suffered a small loss from his second move. In this way, Both his momentum and his moves were at a disadvantage, which can be said to be extremely arrogant."
The head of the house clicked his tongue and said in surprise, "You are really a mature man. I never thought that you really have a lot of skills in your heart even if you don't show off your skills. But speaking of this, I really don't think he can definitely win this time in Wen Dou, too. Excessive care is never a good thing."
"You are a martial arts idiot. How can I tell you that if literary and literary fighting is cautious and does not make progress, then life and death will face each other in the future, and it will be hard to say who will die."
While speaking, Yunzhong stood still.
What was surprising was that the young man in white did not draw his sword, but instead pointed with the sheathed sword in the distance.
Lao Sanjin frowned, "Interesting."
Tang Bufeng in the field was also puzzled. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Why don't you draw your sword? Could it be that you want to knock me out with the scabbard?"
Yun Zhong was neither impatient nor impatient when he heard this. Instead, he smiled and said, "After being under the sun for a long time, the remaining water on my forehead has naturally dried away. But since my brother is kind enough to give me some advice, I am not a stingy person. Why don't I do the same?" It is the most appropriate moment for me to help you pat the moisture on your forehead."
Everyone watching the caravan couldn't help but smile when they heard this, but secretly they were a little worried.
Madman Tang's reputation is not unearned. After getting along for several years, Tang Bufeng's sword has never been ambiguous.
Naturally, there are areas of banditry in Qiling that are beyond the reach of the government. Bandits and horse bandits are rampant in the deep forests on the mountains. I have walked through them many times over the years. They are all extremely dangerous. If you are not careful, you may leave several lives in the wilderness. Suburban Ridge. The method of circumventing Shi Lao Sanjin is not bad, but it may not be able to save the lives of dozens of people in the caravan.
But Tang Bufeng appeared out of thin air, and when he passed by the bandit village, everyone felt relieved.
It turned out that on the way back to transporting goods, a bandit camp cut the caravan into two sections in the middle. Lao Sanjin controlled the first half, while the horses and carriages that were intercepted in the second half were Tang, who had just arrived and had superb sword skills. Bu Feng has jurisdiction.
But in this section, it was difficult to look at the beginning and the end. Lao Sanjin's majesty was not diminished, and he did not care about the shortage of the caravan at the rear. He opened a gap and led the front half of the caravan to escape, without any remaining strength.
But no one expected that Madman Tang could protect most of the caravan's return safely with one knife and one blow. However, he felt that he was not satisfied with the killing, so he rushed straight to the gate of the enemy's village and killed the entire village in all directions. At sunset, Drag the knife back. From then on, Madman Tang's name spread throughout the caravan, and has been called him to this day.
There was a smile on Tang Bufeng's face, "Yes, now it seems that your temper is to my liking, no matter what you do."
Yun Zhong nodded, and in an instant, a sheathed long sword appeared in front of Tang Bufeng, like a horse with a luan bell, galloping in the blink of an eye. The swords clashed, and the sound of gold and iron slowly spread.
Tang Bufeng's indifferent expression no longer existed.
Just because the scabbard in front of him was less than two inches away from his throat.
It moves like thunder and dances like clouds.
"Look, we've run into some serious trouble." As if to ridicule, the head of the house smiled at Lao Sanjin, very proud of himself.
The latter was still dumbfounded. He had just drank a lot of wine. Before he could swallow it, he sloped down the wide opening and soaked his clothes.
This young man's sword was so fast that even Tang Bufeng could not stop it.
The head of the house took a breath of cold air, patted his thigh, and ignored Lao Sanjin who was sitting on the side, "It's strange. With his age, even if he has been practicing hard since he was born, he shouldn't be so fast. How could he be so fast?" Practiced?"
