Xu Fengnian really picked up the most despised martial arts in the past and practiced martial arts with all his heart.
Originally, Xu Fengnian wanted to learn the sword from Lao Huang, but Lao Huang couldn't do anything with the three-roller, and the "Ten of Swords" was getting closer to perfection, so it was inconvenient to disturb him. Otherwise, he might lose his life if he fell short in the decisive battle between Emperor Wu and Wang Xianzhi in the future. , it’s too late to regret.
The masters in the house had to choose from, but in the end they could only choose the white-haired old man.
Lao Kui originally planned to leave the palace to explore the world and meet the top ten masters for a while. Wait until all nine of them have been defeated, and then fight against the old monster Wang who is occupying the manhole and not taking a shit.
However, after Xu Fengnian's advice, the white-haired old man decided to recover from his injuries before going out to explore.
After all, he now has a bandage on his head and a cane. He looks like a disabled person. He doesn't look like a master at all when looking horizontally or vertically. Even if he were to challenge the top eleven masters, I'm afraid others wouldn't even care.
So, the white-haired old man stayed and drilled Xu Fengnian when he had nothing to do, and everything he said was spitting. Besides wiping his face with his sleeve, His Royal Highness had nothing to do with Lao Kui.
"Okay, that's all for the explanation of sword moves. What you lack most is the basics. Today's task is very simple. Stab three thousand, tease three thousand, chop four thousand, and plunder four thousand."
Lao Kui burped. While he was lecturing Xu Fengnian, a suckling pig and two lamb legs with meat and bones entered his stomach. He stood up and patted his belly, feeling satisfied.
Xu Fengnian said nothing and waved the long knife.
Lao Kui picked the minced meat between his teeth and nodded with slight satisfaction.
Although this boy is a young man who is used to food, he can indeed endure hardship and loneliness.
He started practicing swordsmanship at dawn every day, and didn't leave until late at night.
His talent is quite good, and with the support of the behemoth of the Northern Liang Palace, even if he is still late in practicing martial arts, he may not be able to become famous in the future.
Suddenly, Lao Kui trembled, turned his head slightly stiffly, and vaguely saw a slender figure standing in front of the window on the sixth floor of Tingchao Pavilion.
He immediately grinned, trying his best to show a kind and humble smile.
But with his tall body and ferocious face, he looked like he could scare a child into tears.
However, it also shows that Yu Liancheng's "water operation" on Lao Kui's head was indeed successful, and he became humble and polite, at least to Yu Liancheng's Murong siblings.
Yu Liancheng did not look at the white-haired old Kui. His eyes looked through the buildings and layers of soil, as if he saw an old man with broken arms and claws at his feet.
"Sword God Li Chungang, I really want to have a good fight with you and learn about the legendary two-sleeved green snake and the sword that opens the heavenly gate." Yu Liancheng held a white jade-like wine bottle, raised his head and poured it into his throat, his eyes twinkling. With scorching light.
Of course he knew that Lord Tingchao was controlling the old swordsman who said, "If heaven had not given birth to me, Li Chungang, my swordsmanship would be as long as the night."
Although this old sword god has not been around in the world for twenty years, his reputation is still resounding.
His former title was too dazzling to be ignored. The Sword Armor of the Thirteen Armors of the Spring and Autumn Period, one of the four great masters in the Jiazi period, a swordsman who is only seen once in 500 years...
Even the new sword god Deng Tai'a said that he might be able to beat Senior Li in killing by luck, but in terms of swordsmanship, he was still far behind. For thousands of years, there was only one person who could rival Lu Zu in swordsmanship.
Everyone in the world knows that Wang Xianzhi clearly has the qualifications to stand out from the crowd, but he claims to be second to the point that he is just occupying the manhole and not shitting.
But people in the world don't know that the reason why Wang Xianzhi is like this is because he misses the world where Li Chungang was invincible. He was convinced and left the first priority in his heart to Li Chungang.
To Yu Liancheng, having such a master within easy reach was like placing a table full of fine wine and delicacies in front of a gourmet who wanted to devour it immediately.
"However, the old sword god is not in a good condition now."
Yu Liancheng's deep eyes shone with the light of insight into everything. The current Li Chungang was still far away from the celestial realm, let alone a land god.
And he was not a first-class saint from the three religions, so his realm had a great influence on the old sword god.
Even if the swordsmanship is profound and unpredictable, without the support of the realm, he will not be able to support a few moves against Yu Liancheng, a master of the "Great Vajra Realm".
Not having fun playing.
"The old sword god is drawing a prison wall to trap himself. However, there is no guarantee that I can help him get out."
Yu Liancheng thought about it, picked up the wine glass and filled it up.
Then, he tapped the center of his brow lightly, and a ethereal divine light sank into the wine glass, causing the wine to suddenly ripple in circles.
"Not sure about the effectiveness."
Yu Liancheng drank the wine in the cup, closed his eyes, and experienced it carefully.
The wine still has its original taste, mellow and long. But there is a strange feeling spreading in my heart, like a drop of water hanging in the quiet lake of my heart, causing ripples in circles, which cannot subside for a long time.
The ripples contained countless joys, loneliness, and sadness... Hundreds of emotions surged out, and familiar figures appeared in my mind, but they quickly disappeared.
Yu Liancheng let out a long breath.
Maybe it can really happen.
"Hey, Murong, what are you looking at?"
Yu Liancheng turned around and saw a pair of charming peach blossom eyes. Who else could it be if he didn't have a white fox face.
She is dressed in a white robe, with two swords hanging from her waist. Coupled with her perfect appearance and independent demeanor, she can be said to captivate the country and confuse all living beings.
Yu Liancheng smiled and said, "Why did you come up here?"
After saying that he came from the small courtyard last time, the other party seemed to be deliberately alienating himself.
Bai Hu'er raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Why can't I come up?" But it seemed that he had forgotten his shyness in the small courtyard.
Yu Liancheng picked up the wine glass and leaned in front of the window: "If you have nothing to do, go to the Three Treasures Hall. If you have anything to do, just tell me."
Bai Hu'er said with a smile: "I have mastered a sword technique, and I would like to ask you to taste it."
Yu Liancheng raised the wine pot and said with a smile: "Okay, before that, I also found a pot of good wine. I want you to taste it and get drunk."
"Good wine?" Bai Hu'er looked surprised.
"Not bad. Do you want to try it? This wine is very special. You might get drunk soon." Yu Liancheng smiled.
"With just such a small pot of wine, let alone Nangong, even my sister can't get drunk."
A slightly charming and sweet smile suddenly appeared, and Murong Wuzhu, dressed in white clothes like snow and unstained by dust, floated in.
Her eyes were flowing, and her black eyes were like a bottomless pool. The whole person has an otherworldly charm like a night elf. Even Yu Liancheng's elegant and unrestrained appearance and the peerless elegance of a white fox face cannot cover up her charm.
With the deepening of the "Tianma Dafa", Murong Wuzhu's temperament is completely different from the "silly and sweet" at the beginning.
"You'll know as soon as you taste it." Yu Liancheng smiled slightly, without making any excuses, and filled a cup for each of the two women.
Nangong Pushe and Murong Wuzhu borrowed the wine glasses, looked at each other, drank the wine in one gulp, and then a strange taste spread from the bottom of their hearts.
Yu Liancheng also poured himself a glass, but he tasted it slowly, and familiar figures appeared in his heart.
Feng Siniang, Liu Shengpiaoxu, Wanwan... were so clear, but they were quickly disillusioned.
By only focusing on his own path, he has let down many people and will surely let down more people in the future.
"What's the name of this wine?" After a while, Nangong Pushe lowered his head, his voice was a little low, and he didn't know what he was thinking of.
Yu Liancheng pondered for a moment and said slowly: "Peach blossom."
Murong Wuzhu's beautiful eyes also had a hint of hazyness: "Is this wine made from peach blossoms?"
"I just remembered a poem." Yu Liancheng murmured: "On this day last year, in this door, the human face and the peach blossoms reflected each other's red color. I don't know where the human face went, but the peach blossoms still smiled at the spring breeze."
The wine is indeed good wine, but what really has such an effect is his spiritual thoughts that can arouse people's emotions and desires, almost substantively, integrated into the wine.
After drinking a cup, seven emotions surged up, and thoughts abounded.
It's just that everyone gets drunk without wine.
"Peach blossom." Nangong Pushe murmured to himself, as if he was crazy.
"The name was originally very vulgar, but when paired with this poem, it became a perfect match." Murong Wuzhu smiled like a flower and raised his glass, "I want more."
"Please give me a drink too."
Yu Liancheng smiled and poured a glass for Murong Wuzhu and Nangong Pushe.
Then one cup after another.
Everyone sees the "peach blossom", but the human face that complements the peach blossom is no longer there, things have changed and people have changed.
Nangong Pushen drank a cup of 'peach blossom', his peach blossom eyes seemed drunk but not drunk, and the spring water was flowing, as if with indescribable affection, which made people's hearts flutter.
Murong Wuzhu was already drunk. He hooked his slender arms around his neck and said with a chuckle: "Emperor Tong, quickly pour some wine for sister, she wants to drink."
Yu Liancheng patted her head: "You are drunk."
"I'm not drunk. I really am not drunk. I want to drink. I saw my father and mother."
Murong Wuzhu shook his head, with a blush on his jade-white face: "Hehe, of course I saw you. You were really good when you were a child, but when you grow up, you are not obedient at all, and you often bully your sister, but you are very good. It’s manly.”
A pair of eyes became blurred, like the hazy moonlight, he staggered two steps, and finally fell into Yu Liancheng's arms, closed his beautiful eyes, and fell asleep.
Yu Liancheng shook his head and said that he would never let Murong Wuzhu drink again. It seemed that she would get drunk every time she drank.
He picked her up skillfully and put her on the soft bed. He looked down at the drunken face, smiled, and pinched her nose.
This scene seemed familiar.
When he saw the beauty in white robe again, she was leaning against the window, her head lowered, making it difficult for people to see her expression, and the wine glass, which looked like white jade, fell to the ground.
"Hey, stop drinking. You'll get drunk no matter how drunk you are." Yu Liancheng walked over.
Nangong Pushe raised her head, her peach blossom eyes filled with tears, without her usual cool demeanor, and called out in a slightly crying voice: "Mother."
Yu Liancheng took a breath of cold air.
The tiger's body shook!
Why did she suddenly become a male mother?
Then Nangong Pushe staggered, staggered, and ran into Yu Liancheng's arms. His clothes were wet with tears, and he whispered: "Mom, Pushe is so tired."
Then there was no movement.
Yu Liancheng looked down and saw that her eyes were closed tightly, her long eyelashes were closed, a teardrop hung on the tip of her eyelashes, her straight nose was breathing slowly, her eyebrows were slightly furrowed, but she seemed to be a little girl who had been wronged.
Shaking his head, he took her into another room.
Nangong Pushe's waist is slender, but full of elasticity and strength.
At this time, after drinking wine, there was even more heat, as if you could feel the hot body through your clothes.
Putting down Nangong Pushe, he couldn't help but stop to admire her drunken state, a strand of hair falling on her cherry lips.
Yu Liancheng's fingers traced across the delicate white face and landed on the soft and moist lips.
After pausing for a moment, he couldn't help but reach out and poke inside. He could clearly feel the hard teeth and soft tongue. His heart was agitated, and he pulled out his fingers and brushed the hair from the corner of his mouth.
When Yu Liancheng left, Nangong Pushe opened her eyes vaguely. With her martial arts, no matter how drunk she is, she can still maintain a semblance of clarity.
He breathed a sigh of relief, but seemed to feel lost, and soon fell into a deep sleep.
Yu Liancheng held less than half of the peach blossoms and drank by himself, ripples rising from the lake of his heart again. He looked again at Li Chungang, Your Excellency Tingchao.
Li Chungang also seemed to feel something. He looked up and then continued to pick his feet, then put them to his nose and smelled.
There was a thoughtful look on his brows, as he considered whether to agree to Xu Xiao's conditions and accompany the so-called Crown Prince for a walk to see if the world could still remember him as the sword god.
…
Two hours later, Nangong Pu shot "嘤四" and woke up leisurely. After being confused for a moment, he suddenly woke up.
Her peach-blossom eyes were wide-eyed, her pretty face was slightly red, and she retained a glimmer of inspiration after being drunk. After she sobered up, she vaguely recalled yesterday's situation.
He immediately realized something was wrong, and at the same time a trace of shame spread into his heart.
The other party hugged her over, and they were so close to each other. With Murong Tonghuang's senses, he might not have noticed that she was a girl.
Finally, he brushed her hair away from the corner of her lips. This gentle and frivolous move made her blush even more than when they almost kissed each other some time ago.
"Nangong, you wake up."
At this moment, Yu Liancheng's voice sounded.
"Well, I'm awake." Nangong Pushe stood up hurriedly.
"Are you hungry? The slave has just delivered the food. Do you want some?"
"Need not."
"By the way, don't you want to try my sword skills with me this time? Come on, let's go down and compete."
"No, I, I have something urgent to do. I'll leave now. I'll ask you for advice another day." For some reason, Nangong Pushe couldn't maintain his usual style, so he picked up the embroidered winter spring thunder and hurriedly walked down to the sixth floor.
"This guy." Yu Liancheng laughed dumbly when he heard the rapid footsteps walking away from the top of the building.
He raised the wine in his hand, shook it slightly, and said with a smile: "I wonder if the old sword god will burst into tears on the spot after drinking it."
…
A few days later.
Xu Fengnian opened the door and walked into the lobby of Tingchao Pavilion, intending to tell Murong Tonghuang some bad news.
He was about to walk up to the first floor when he saw a new face at the corner of the second floor.
He is an old man with a broken arm.
The old man was short in stature, with a goatee and an old, worn-out sheepskin fur. He stood on tiptoes and struggled to pull out a martial arts secret book. He stood and drooled, and opened it to read.
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