The skinny old man leaned on the bamboo stick that had already worn out the base, and grinned, "Young man, I have a very bad temper and gets angry easily."
The drunkard didn't say anything, he just took a step forward.
Bai Gu grabbed the drunkard's sleeve.
The drunkard turned to look at Bai Gu, "Is something wrong?"
Bai Gu frowned and said worriedly: "Master, be careful."
The drunkard was stunned for a moment, then turned his head, said "I know" and slowly walked towards the skinny old man.
Qiu Zizai still had a playful smile on his face, "Xiao Bai Gu, there is no need to worry about you. You just look down on your master."
Bai Gu rolled his eyes at him, "If something happens to my master, I won't be the first to spare you! I will definitely go to the South China Sea..."
Before Bai Gu finished speaking, Qiu Zizai quickly covered his mouth, "Little ancestor, I'm afraid of you even though I'm a poor man, so stop talking! Your master is the most powerful, so he will be fine, okay? What you just said Don’t talk nonsense! There are a lot of people watching Pindao outside and want him to die, so don’t sell Pindao away!”
"As long as a person lives, he must die early or late. A fool like you who can only deceive people will only bring harm to the world. It is better to die early to avoid wasting food." Bai Gu broke away from Qiu Zizai's hand and said, sneered.
Qiu Zizi rolled his eyes helplessly, not caring at all about Bai Gu's vicious words.
But he was a little confused.
Why is this boy so malicious towards Pindao!
Why was he not even angry when the old guy plotted against him, but he just wanted to have trouble with Pindao?
Why!
This is not fair!
The drunkard walked about ten steps away from the skinny old man, but as soon as he stood still, his aura changed instantly.
The drunkard originally looked decadent, sleepy, and half-dead, but now, his aura is like a sword out of its sheath, clear and sharp, with its edge clearly visible, and its aura shoots straight into the sky like a rainbow.
What seemed like a puddle of mud has now turned into a towering tall building.
Bai Gu's eyes were full of surprise. Is this still the drunkard who fell unconscious in front of Yaojiu Pavilion?
God descends to earth! This is it!
Qiu Zizai just raised his eyebrows slightly, took out a handful of melon seeds from his arms and stretched them towards Bai Gu, "Want some?"
Bai Gu pushed the melon seeds away, "I haven't eaten them before, so I don't know how to knock them. If you have some dried fruits, I can eat some."
Qiu Zizai dug around in his pocket for a while and took out an oil paper bag that had been folded several times. "I just bought it this morning. There shouldn't be much left, so you can make do with it."
Bai Gu was not polite and reached out to take the oil paper bag.
I opened it and saw, um, not bad, apples, bananas, peaches. What is this green thing? It's sour and sweet, and quite delicious. Don't worry, just eat it.
The drunkard looked at the skinny old man with high spirits and said, "Show me your magic weapon. Don't say I won't give you a chance. I'll give you a move."
The skinny old man chuckled and said: "Young man, a pair of tricks are almost growing on the top of your head. You are not afraid of falling when walking at night!"
Although he said this, the movements of the skinny old man's hands were not ambiguous at all. The bamboo stick in his hand hit the ground hard, and the snow on both sides of the street flew up. A curtain of snow enveloped the two of them. Not far away, Bai Gu could only vaguely see two figures.
No, there’s only one!
"Zheng!"
"clang!"
A sword clang sounded, followed immediately by a very crisp sound of iron hammering.
Bai Gu couldn't see the situation between the two of them. He was so anxious that he stopped what he was saying, stood on tiptoes and looked around, trying to find a better angle to see clearly what was going on inside the snow curtain.
Qiu Zizai smiled slightly and stretched out his hand to touch Bai Gu's eyes, causing the latter to glare at him.
Qiu Zizai didn't say anything, just pointed at the snow curtain, and then continued to eat melon seeds.
Bai Gu frowned, but because he was worried about the drunkard, he didn't care about it for the time being.
Only this time, he could clearly see the two people in the snow curtain.
It turned out that the skinny old man had already taken advantage of the situation and pointed a bamboo stick at the drunkard's throat, but the latter blocked it with a long sword.
Bai Gu let out a long sigh of relief, it's okay.
Then Bai Gu looked at the long sword in the drunkard's hand, with surprise in his eyes.
It was a long sword that was all green, with almost no sword plate, and the sword was like a long bamboo. There is no trace of pattern on the whole body, and there is no trace of carving. It seems to be completely natural. This is true from the materials to the finished sword.
If it weren't for the long and flat blade of the sword, Bai Gu would have thought that the drunkard picked up a piece of bamboo from somewhere and used it as a weapon.
The skinny old man failed to succeed in his attack and quickly retreated back to his original position. His eyes were full of vigilance for drunkards, but his mouth was still in his usual tone, "Young man, you are so handsome and your skills are better than those in my village." The young man is even more handsome!"
The drunkard ignored the words of the skinny old man, tilted his head slightly, and said to Bai Gu: "Xiao Bai, watch out next, I will use our master's inheritance. This is also the swordsmanship that you will pass on in the future!"
Bai Gu suddenly became energetic and his eyes shone, "Okay, master, I will watch carefully!"
Just kidding, the master is about to demonstrate his unique skills in person, why don’t the apprentices watch carefully?
I was already anxious enough when I became a disciple before, but now that I have the opportunity to see who my master is, I have to quickly inspect the goods to avoid being cheated even more miserably when I practice in the future.
As for the drunkard who wants to act cool, let him act cool, as long as he is tough enough.
Anyway, he is his own master, and his skills are strong enough. In the future, he will not be afraid of being bullied by others.
The drunkard flicked his wrist and pulled out a gorgeous sword flower. Then he held the long sword, pointed it diagonally at the ground, and said slowly: "The swordsmanship we have inherited from one generation is called Spring Breeze Swordsmanship, and there is only one style. Next, watch carefully. !”
Ripples appeared all over the drunkard's body, like a pebble thrown into a calm pond, and the wind and snow in the sky began to stop for a moment.
The long green sword in the drunkard's hand buzzed and trembled, and finally it shot straight into the sky like a kite with its string broken.
The long sword soared into the sky, cutting through the white sky with a touch of green. In the cold winter when the wind and snow are blowing, with the drunkard as the center, the streets are filled with layers of warm spring atmosphere!
Feeling the faint warmth around him, Bai Gu looked shocked, "What, what is going on?"
"Spring Breeze Sword Technique, a sword that brings the spring breeze, is well-deserved." Qiu Zizai said happily while cracking melon seeds.
The skinny old man looked at the drunkard's sword and felt the spring breeze around him, and his expression finally changed.
He looked like he had seen a ghost and said tremblingly: "Chun...Chunfeng Swordsmanship...surnamed Lin...you...you are...Lin Xianyu!"
The drunkard had no emotion on his face and didn't answer.
The skinny old man slapped his bamboo cane on the ground and pointed at the drunkard, "Young man, I advise you not to act recklessly! I know many ancestors of your Lin family, and I have a close relationship with you Lin family! Don't make the mistake!"
The drunkard raised his eyelids and glanced coldly at the thin old man. He still said nothing, but the sword energy in the air became more and more fierce.
Qiu Zizai sneered: "If you mention the Lin family in front of this guy, you think you won't die quickly enough, right?"
Bai Gu looked at Qiu Zizai in confusion, but the latter continued to crack melon seeds, as if he was just watching the excitement and said, "Look, your master might have needed three swords to kill this old man, but now he might not need it. Yes. You guys are lucky enough to see your master show his true nature."
Bai Gu wanted to say something more, but he felt the momentum in front of him change, like a bow full of moon, ready to be fired.
The drunkard sneered: "I hope your old bones can be stronger so that you won't be unable to catch my sword."
As soon as he finished speaking, the long green sword swooped down like a hawk, carrying the wind and snow in the sky, and headed straight towards the skinny old man.
