Picking up this bowl of tonic soup, Lu Sheng poured a few mouthfuls into his mouth. The taste was astringent and bitter. After drinking it, his stomach felt warm.
After a few sips, he drank the entire bowl of tonic soup. His body felt a little hot and his nasal passages were sticky. He subconsciously touched it with his fingers, and there were dots of red on his fingertips.
After briefly wiping it with gauze, Lu Sheng took a wooden knife and walked out of the inner room.
He found a quiet corner, holding the general outline of sword techniques in one hand, watching the movements of the villains above, and copying the cats and tigers.
As time went by, he really saw some tricks, as if he was born with these skills. It took him an hour to memorize the sword skills.
He tried to reproduce the above movements. Because of the nourishment of Dabu Decoction, he was full of energy and did not feel tired at all. He held the knife and practiced by himself.
Half a day later, the dim sun set on the top of the mountain in the distant sky, and its light dyed the surrounding clouds into a drunken red.
A young man is wearing a green shirt and short coat, standing under a big tree, holding a wooden knife. His movements are agile, his sword skills are smooth, and he has various tricks that make people overwhelmed.
Suddenly, the young man put away his wooden knife and looked around sharply, as if there was something nearby.
The leaves on the tree fell, and a fat old man jumped down from it as light as a swallow. The folds on his face moved, and a kind smile appeared.
"Hahaha! Good boy, how did you find me?"
Lu Sheng didn't expect that it was the owner of the hall. He glanced sideways at the wooden knife with a trace of saliva on it. I can't say that I discovered it because your saliva dripped on this wooden knife.
Smiling, Zhang Dapeng didn't care. He put his hands behind his back and straightened his previously hunched back. He walked over and patted Lu Sheng's shoulder a few times.
"Not bad, work hard."
After doing this, he left.
After coming back to his senses, Lu Sheng didn't care about the owner's words. What he cared about was that the owner just patted him a few times.
"There should be four."
Putting away this thought, Lu Sheng collected his things and prepared to leave. It was time to eat.
the other side.
Zhang Dapeng was lying on the chair, with excitement and loss in his eyes. He kept moving his hands, peeling a peanut, and then peeled a small bowl of peanuts.
"This boy is indeed a super-class guy. He memorized the 108 styles of Guangfeng Sword Technique in one day. He is really evil!"
"This is a genius in martial arts. Damn it, what kind of luck do I have!"
"If I were younger...ugh."
After thinking a lot, Zhang Dapeng stopped what he was doing. He hesitated for a moment as to how to place Lu Sheng, the little baby.
Should I give it to other martial arts schools so that these old guys can be trained well, or should I train them myself, but I am too weak and don't have the resources to cultivate them.
Even the city lord couldn't open his mouth.
Rubbing his head, Zhang Dapeng was very conflicted. On the one hand, he wanted to accept Lu Sheng as his successor, but on the other hand, he couldn't bear to destroy this genius.
"Forget it, with such a good talent and no backing, I will be ostracized and intercepted wherever I go. Why not grow up here? I, Zhang Dapeng, will not lose to anyone!"
He made his decision in an instant. In fact, he also had selfish motives. Accepting a super genius as his apprentice was a pie-in-the-sky blessing.
Not to mention that this apprentice is still so young. If he trains him well, he will definitely be obedient.
Now that the martial arts school is in decline, the most outstanding disciple is Mingtong, and other martial arts schools have even second-rate masters.
The tallest among his disciples was a third-rate talent, and his energy and blood were weak. The city lord could help him for a while, but he could not help him forever.
When the day comes when the city lord can no longer help, and the enemies of his youth come to kill him, what should he do? !
There was a disciple who was a super genius. He took out his coffin book and worked hard to cultivate him. In just a few years, he might become a first-rate master.
More than ten years later, it will not be a problem for the martial arts school to have an innate grandmaster.
Thinking of this, the corners of Zhang Dapeng's mouth turned up crazily and his body trembled. He was an innate master!
The ultimate master in the martial arts world, a giant in Qingzhou Prefecture, and a wealthy family all have the backing of an innate master.
If he can train a master, then he will be the master of the master, and he is destined to go down in history! ! !
"The crazy sword skills in my mad sword martial arts school are no worse than those of others!"
Zhang Dapeng's eyes flashed with pride. He hadn't made a move in decades, and many people had forgotten his former reputation.
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Yangcheng Outer City.
A girl wearing a hat is riding a tall horse. A thin white gauze covers her cheeks. The white gauze can faintly reveal the woman's beauty.
She was holding a blood-stained long knife, and beside her was a middle-aged man with white beard and hair.
The two of them rode through the city gate and returned to the dilapidated and dirty outer city.
"Miss, the reward has been completed. Aren't we going to hand over the head? What are you doing here?"
The middle-aged man pulled the reins, reined in the horse's head, and stopped here hastily.
The girl wore a white long-sleeved shirt, and the white gauze in front of her face swayed, revealing a small piece of fair skin. Her red lips were slightly opened:
"Uncle Li, without that little boy, how could I find this evil thief?!"
After saying that, she blinked her beautiful eyes and looked at a spherical white cloth hanging down from the horse's back. The cloth was stained with some blood.
This evil thief was a well-known flower-picking thief. Everyone from the elderly in their seventies to eighties to the children who were crying for food were brutally murdered by him.
After half a month of hard work, she finally captured and killed this man. She wanted to inform the people of his crimes and hang his head on the city gate to be reviled by thousands of people.
"Well, miss, do you know what this child's name is?"
The middle-aged man jumped off the horse, led the horse to a tree, tied the rope, and walked over and asked.
Jumping off the horse, the girl held the horse and her voice sounded:
"His name is Ma Xiaolong. Uncle Li, go ask the people here. We have to thank them properly."
Watching Uncle Li's walking back, the girl had a cold face, holding a long knife, leaning on the horse, and fell into memories.
Half a month ago, she broke through to a third-rate warrior at home. As soon as she came out of seclusion, she couldn't wait to run to the Yamen and accept the reward.
She has wanted to accept this bounty for a long time. Now that she has the strength, she will get rid of this demon as soon as possible.
So she didn't tell her master about her breakthrough as a warrior. Her father didn't trust her and asked Uncle Li, who was second-rate in strength, to protect her.
This gangster was so cunning, and he escaped every time, just when she thought the arrest was about to fail.
Ma Xiaolong appeared, and with the information provided by the little boy, they locked the target's location.
After several days of hot pursuit, she finally captured the criminal. Furious, she cut off the man's six limbs with a knife.
After half a month of battles of wits and courage, she grew a lot and adapted to her soaring strength. Most importantly, she caught this heinous beast and avenged the victims.
All this is inseparable from Xiaolong's help.
Xiaolong's chubby little face appeared in his mind, and a smile appeared on Lin Xiaotang's lips.
He complimented himself on his good looks with a serious look on his face, and also said that he would send him delicious big buns in a few days.
