When Zhou Wen got up in the morning, after having breakfast, he bought some more and sent them to Wang Lu.
"Are you back?" Wang Lu opened the door and asked in surprise.
"I came back yesterday." Zhou Wen came in and put breakfast on the table.
"Has the matter been resolved?" Wang Lu asked.
"It's almost done." Zhou Wen himself felt a little better, but he didn't know if the Supervision Bureau would let it go.
"That's good, let's calculate the previous accounts now. You owe me a lot of breakfasts. You have to make up for it with lunch." Wang Lu counted his fingers carefully and counted how many breakfasts Zhou Wen owed her. .
After delivering breakfast to Wang Lu, Zhou Wen went to the Xuanwen Meeting.
"I said, Lao Zhou, why do you always disappear? If you want to do something fun, can't you invite me to join you?" Li Xuan said with a smile.
"I've caused some trouble. It's not fun to go out and hide." Zhou Wen said with a helpless shrug.
The two of them were talking when they saw Feng Qiuyan, Mingxiu, and a girl walking in together.
Zhou Wen knew Mingxiu, but he didn't know why he came to Xuanwen Club. He should not be a member of Xuanwen Club.
However, Zhou Wen still feels a little guilty about Mingxiu. After all, he is also his tutor, but since he came, he has done nothing at all.
"Zhou Wen, you are finally back. Are you free now?" Mingxiu's eyes lit up when she saw Zhou Wen.
"What's the matter?" Zhou Wen felt that if Mingxiu had any problems, as a tutor, he should indeed provide some help.
"I have recently practiced a set of swordsmanship, and I want you to give me some advice." Mingxiu said.
Although Zhou Wen was asked to give guidance, Mingxiu was very confident in his own swordsmanship. Since the last time he saw Zhou Wen's Heavenly Flying Immortal, Mingxiu had been inspired to study and improve the swordsmanship left by his father.
After his own continuous improvement and actual combat practice with Feng Qiuyan, Mingxiu felt that his swordsmanship was quite perfect, not inferior to Zhou Wen's Tianwai Feixian.
"Okay." Zhou Wen nodded and agreed.
Feng Qiuyan is also very interested. He knows that Zhou Wen has been promoted to the epic level. If it is a life and death fight, Mingxiu will definitely not be Zhou Wen's opponent.
However, comparing swordsmanship is different from fighting for life. It is only based on swordsmanship, not strength, speed, etc., so Feng Qiuyan feels that Mingxiu still has some chances.
During this period of time, he has been practicing with Mingxiu and knows that Mingxiu's swordsmanship has improved a lot. Except for the difference in level, purely in terms of swordsmanship, it is not inferior to his swordsmanship.
When Mingxiu and Zhou Wen played against each other, he could also watch Zhou Wen's progress from the sidelines.
Everyone went to the training ground together and watched the two people put on combat uniforms and confront each other with swords for practice. Tian Zhenzhen on the sidelines asked nervously: "Feng Qiuyan, what do you think Mingxiu's chances of winning are? "
Mingxiu's swordsmanship has indeed improved a lot, but Tian Zhenzhen always feels that Mingxiu's swordsmanship is too simple and not as domineering and gorgeous as Zhou Wen's Tianwai Feixian.
"I don't know." Feng Qiuyan shook his head.
If it was the swordsmanship that Zhou Wen had used before, and Zhou Wen didn't understand Mingxiu's swordsmanship, Feng Qiuyan felt that Mingxiu should have a chance to win, but he and Mingxiu were making progress, and Zhou Wen would definitely not stand still, so Feng Qiuyan couldn't tell the outcome, but deep down in his heart he believed that Zhou Wen would definitely win. However, Feng Qiuyan could not say this without evidence.
"It goes without saying that no one can beat Lao Zhou. It just depends on how many swords Mingxiu can endure under Lao Zhou." Li Xuan, however, was full of confidence in Zhou Wen.
"Tch, how do you know if you haven't played before? I think Mingxiu can definitely win." Tian Zhenzhen immediately retorted.
"Please advise." Mingxiu held the sword for practice, made a ceremonial starting gesture, and then inserted the sword back into the scabbard.
"Please." Zhou Wen did not take the scabbard, but just held the sword in his hand and pointed at the ground diagonally.
Mingxiu's expression remained motionless, but the aura on his body became calmer and calmer. His whole body seemed to be fused with the air. If you didn't see him with your eyes, you would hardly feel the presence of this person.
The light of the sword suddenly appeared, then the extreme movement after the extreme silence, the practice sword broke out of the sheath, a shocking sword strike, fast and powerful, as if the sword entered the Qingming, it seemed to penetrate the ninth heaven.
Different from Feng Qiuyan's sharp knife, although Feng Qiuyan's sharp knife can exceed the limit, it is controlled, and the emphasis is always on control.
But Mingxiu's swordsmanship was not like this. He seemed to burst out all the brilliance of his life in this sword, squeezing every ounce of his strength. Every cell seemed to have exploded all the energy.
Either you die or I die, and there is no return with one sword strike.
There was no control, no hesitation, no retreat, as if he had bet his entire life on this sword. Although it was not brilliant, he had the determination to make the most of it.
Although it was just a sword, it used up everything. It could not be controlled, and there was no need to control it. The sword was with the person, and the person died with the sword. The one who fell was either the enemy or himself.
When Li Xuan saw this sword, his expression became serious and he murmured to himself: "This man has bet his life on this sword. Is it worth it?"
Zhou Wen stared at the shocking sword, but the practice sword in his hand did not move. He felt Mingxiu's determination from the sword.
"Ah!" Tian Zhenzhen screamed in fright when he saw that Zhou Wen didn't seem to react and didn't even raise his sword to meet him.
Although it was a special rubber sword used for practice, it had no edge or edge, and was actually curved. With Mingxiu's sword skills, even a practice sword would be able to pierce flesh.
Feng Qiuyan and Li Xuan also changed their colors. They didn't know what happened to Zhou Wen, but they didn't react.
The sword passed like the wind, and the practice sword in Mingxiu's hand rubbed against Zhou Wen's neck and stabbed it. The blade almost touched the skin on Zhou Wen's neck, but it did not hurt Zhou Wen after all.
"Why don't you fight back?" Mingxiu frowned and looked at Zhou Wen and asked.
"You didn't stab me, why should I fight back?" Zhou Wen said casually. Ever since he felt the power of spatial trajectories, he has become very sensitive to various trajectories. Others may not be able to distinguish the traces because Mingxiu's sword is too fast. Zhou Wen could clearly see the slight difference in trajectory, and that sword would not hurt him at all.
After hearing Zhou Wen's words, Mingxiu was stunned, looking at Zhou Wen blankly, and said nothing for a long time.
After a long time, Mingxiu's eyes slowly became firm. She slowly withdrew the sword from Zhou Wen's neck, put the sword back into its sheath, bowed slightly to Zhou Wen, and said seriously: "Coach, I understand, I won't do it in the future. If you draw your sword casually, you will not be able to draw it unless you are sure to kill."
After saying that, Mingxiu turned around and left, which made Zhou Wen a little stunned. He didn't know why Mingxiu was so crazy. First he didn't stab him with the sword, and then he left inexplicably.
