"However, once we leave Yongzhou, the situation will improve. We have been fighting for the past two years, and there are also some old Beiliang generals who are controlling the power of prefectures and counties. When the time comes, there will inevitably be a lot of fighting, and maybe they are rushing to give it.

I have countless concubines and maidservants to warm my bed. Looking back at the time when I and Lao Huang were robbed and lost their horses in the middle of Yongzhou, and became completely penniless in Jizhou, it is really quite different."

The blue bird looked out the window and said:

"Jiang Ni is holding a book and waiting under an umbrella in the courtyard."

Xu Fengnian smiled and said:

"She's after money. Let her in."

Qingniao led Jiang Ni into the house. Xu Fengnian pointed to the luggage on the table that Qingniao was responsible for, and told Jiang Ni: "Don't rush to study, sharpen the ink first, I want to draw something."

There was a lot of cooked rice paper in the room, but Xu Fengnian was very good at writing. Jiang Ni opened her luggage and picked out a Guandong Liaowei first, but when she saw the familiar fire clay ancient inkstone, it was sold on Wudang Mountain.

In exchange, Jiang Ni had already thrown this ancient inkstone, which was ranked second among the world's ancient inkstones by Emperor Jiang Taiya of the Western Chu Emperor, into the Xixiang Pool. Why did it appear again?

Jiang Ni looked at and caressed the ancient inkstone carefully, and read a poem at the bottom of the ancient inkstone. It was indeed "Who among the millions of warriors from Western Chu will fight?" Jiang Ni firmly held the ancient inkstone, which was warm in winter and cool in summer, and was reluctant to use it to hit the treacherous, despicable and shameless person.

His Royal Highness, the crown prince, could only curse angrily with red eyes:

"What's going on?!"

Xu Fengnian said with a smile on his face:

"I gave it to you, but you lost it. I'm a stingy person, so I picked it up under the elephant washing pond."

Jiang Ni's eyes were moist and her lips were trembling.

Xu Fengnian imitated her tone perfectly: "The magic talisman is mine! Mine! The fire clay ancient inkstone is mine, and it is still mine!"

Jiang Ni threw herself at the bastard and shouted with a cry: "I'll kill you!"

Xu Fengnian turned around and looked at the "Geographical Chronicles of Yu Gong", stretched out his leg to block the advancing little clay figurine, and said softly: "Okay, don't make trouble, I'll treat this ancient inkstone as a gift to you."

Jiang Ni cried angrily:

"It was originally mine! You scoundrel! I want to learn the sword from Li Chungang and stab you to death with one sword!"

Xu Fengnian narrowed his eyes and fell into deep thought.

Regardless of the little clay figurine who had not yet mastered swordsmanship and had to hit his knee with an ancient inkstone, Xu Fengnian clicked his tongue and said:

"Li Chungang? The old man's virtue is really not like that of a sword god..."

I've seen Jian Jiuhuang's moves, and seen Jiang Zhiwei's sword. On the other hand, the old man seems a little different from the rumored sword god. Maybe he had a knot in his mind back then?

Just like Lao Huang, I heard that he was also a high-spirited swordsman back then, but after losing to Wang Xianzhi, he became Lao Huang in the mansion.

This was what I heard when I was drinking with Lao Huang before departure. If Beiliang Palace hadn't made a big move to resurrect the princess and needed manpower, Lao Huang would have gone to Emperor Wu City to fulfill his wish.

Xu Fengnian's leg was hit no less than a hundred times by Jiang Ni with an ancient clay inkstone worth thousands of gold. He frowned and said: "If you hit it again, my leg will be fine, but your uncle Jiang Taiya's treasure will be destroyed. Don't you feel sorry for me, you prodigal girl?"

It still hurts."

Jiang Ni vented most of the suffocation in her chest and carefully hid the ancient inkstone. Where could she hide it? Xu Fengnian picked up a stack of cooked rice paper on the table without any expectations, and was a little surprised. It was as good as the tribute from Jiangnan Road.

At the same time, I took out a piece of thin rice paper and shook it. It was as thin as an egg membrane but extremely tough. This cooked rice paper, which consumes less ink, is more suitable for work than raw rice paper.

Writing strokes, Xu Fengnian was in a good mood, and even thought of asking the owner of the house for dozens of dollars of rice paper before leaving Yingrong. In this way, Xu Fengnian did not care whether there was an ancient clay inkstone, and personally polished the Huanglu stone inkstone in the shape of a natural toad on the table.

Received the Kanto Liaowei, put the ginger paste aside to dry, and relied on memory to delicately draw the mysterious patterns on the armor of the man with red armor.

Four pieces of rice paper were used for the chest, back, hands, and feet of the man in red armor. Then he gradually separated several multi-covered cloud seal scripts and drew them into a single painting. The clouds are lingering, the star map is obscure, and the

Reading numerous Buddhist and Sanskrit texts is really an endless physical job.

Xu Fengnian painted these carefully, which was several times more strenuous than practicing swordsmanship. Unknowingly, the mood of the heavy rain beating on the fat banana leaves outside the window had long gone, and only the twilight was deep. Xu Fengnian rubbed his eyes, his hands full of ink, and the blue bird walked softly into the house, handing him

After passing a hot towel, Xu Fengnian wiped her face and hands with a tired look on her face. This work was really exhausting, and she was afraid that if she sketched something wrong in one stroke, it would be a thousand miles away. Qingniao said calmly: "Your Highness, those people outside the courtyard were slaves.

Said to leave."

Xu Fengnian exhaled, subconsciously touched the sword close at hand with one hand, nodded slightly and said:

"I'm busy right now, so I don't have the time to talk nonsense to them. If I think of something but don't have time to write it down, they might lose their official title and errand that day. Qingniao, please find out who the owner of this house is.

, just from a cursory glance, the calligraphy, painting, bronzes, inscriptions, and name papers here are quite particular. They are not something that ordinary wealthy people can display in a large space. By the way, I want to ask how much of this kind of familiar propaganda is on the table.

I want fifty or sixty knives to use on the road."

The blue bird nodded and left. From the corner of Xu Fengnian's eyes, he noticed Jiang Ni standing on tiptoes to peek at what he had drawn. He was too lazy to expose it, so he just thought of it as repaying this girl for revealing the secret. Sword God and Trojan Cow, Xu Fengnian made a note

When I think of these two names, I can't help but think of those two swords.

Xu Fengnian shook his neck, picked up the two knives, and came to the courtyard. Jiang Ni stood in the corridor holding the secret book, reluctant to leave, penny for every word, and he had made several taels less than usual today. Xu Fengnian concentrated and raised his voice.

breathe out

Chun Lei, imitating Jiang Zhiwei's sword gesture, stabbed towards the ground, but only inserted a sword into the stone slab, showing no sword intention. Xu Fengnian stabbed more than ten times in succession, but couldn't find the method, squatting on the ground, silently

Be silent.

The patterns on Fu Jiang's red armor can be copied, but it is extremely difficult to secretly learn the meaning of the sword.

It is a pity that Jiang Ni, who is full of a sense of justice, does not become a heroine who eliminates violence and brings peace to the people. She said angrily:

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "It's so shameless, you stole the teacher!"

In the nearby courtyard, Meng Qi and others were naturally paying attention to Xu Fengnian. They were surprised when they saw Xu Fengnian imitating Jiang Zhiwei. They did not expect that Xu Fengnian just took one look and imitated the movements very well, although there was no Jiang Zhiwei's sword.

The state where mind and human sword merge into one, but it is still very extraordinary!

Xu Fengnian closed his eyes and slowed down his movements, very slowly, so slowly that he could feel the Qi in his body condensing on the right arm holding the knife, and could feel the slight trembling of his muscles, and then integrated with the blade, and finally concentrated at the tip of the knife.

On Wudang Mountain, the bull rider taught the unknown circle-drawing boxing technique. At first, the movements were as slow as clouds and flowing like water. Xu Fengnian practiced sharp swords, so the "Lvshuiting Jiazi Sword Practice Record" read on the mountain was all about walking swords.

Although practicing swordsmanship requires speed, we also know that slow swordsmanship is more difficult. In the end, you will completely forget about speed and slowness. There are no tricks in your mind, only one thought and one thought. When the thought moves, no matter it is a sword or a sword, you will make another move.

No worries.

It's just that these are almost traceless thoughts in the attic in the sky. How many warriors in the world have practiced hundreds of thousands of swords and millions of swords in order to achieve this state?

Xu Fengnian suddenly exerted force when the tip of the knife was only an inch away from the ground.

One cut or simply one cut.

Xu Fengnian felt a little regretful and murmured: "I'm anxious."

Standing up and putting the sword back, Xu Fengnian stretched and laughed at himself:

"Don't be in a hurry, listen to Lao Huang, you have to eat your food one bite at a time."

Shang Yi looked at Xu Fengnian and knew that Xu Fengnian was still a little impatient. In fact, Xu Fengnian also knew very well that he entered martial arts practice too late. Although Wang Zhonglou helped to make up for the foundation of internal strength, there was no such thing as sword intention and sword power for the time being.

way.

Jiang Ni, who thought something would happen, found out that there was only heavy thunder and light rain, so she curled her lips. Seeing her expression, Xu Fengnian smiled and said:

"Are you kidding me? You, a heroine who is about to master swordsmanship with swordsmen and aspires to become a new generation of swordsmen, come and mention my sword. If you can hold the sword with a cross-arm and a stick of incense, I will treat it as if you have read it.

Ten thousand words.”

Jiang Ni raised a sword manual in his hand and said seriously: "Whether you listen or not, even if you don't listen, I will treat it as reading three thousand words!"

Xu Fengnian shook his head and said: "I won't listen to you today. I have to draw more while I remember it. Go ahead and give me an extra three thousand words for you."

Jiang Ni looked in disbelief, fearing that there was another trap. After so many years of continuous losses and calculations, she had already fallen into disgrace.

No matter what Jiang Ni thought about it, Xu Fengnian walked into the house with nothing else in mind and continued to paint bitterly while cursing the Longhu Mountain Qi Master.

This job is really like practicing the slow knife, every stroke must be done with concentration and effort.

The old sword god Li Chungang walked into the courtyard at some point. Jiang Ni, who was having a headache about what to do with the ancient inkstone, stopped and saw the old man coming to the place where Xu Fengnian inserted the sword. He stopped and looked down.

The old man who was wandering around with nothing to do was hooked in with the last knife.

Jiang Ni watched for a while and saw that the old man was just in a daze, so he left the yard.

Li Chungang bent over and squinted at the strange tiny cracks made by the last knife. He clicked his tongue and said, "What kind of sword do you want to learn? Obviously, you will be more successful if you learn to sword."

The old man tugged on the sheepskin fur, and the fur fell out as soon as he pulled it. He turned and left, holding Wu Meiniang's fish baby Wei and stood farther away. The old man glanced at the white cat and the plump beauty, and muttered: "This boy

If there is something wrong with the brain, it’s okay not to eat cat meat, even this little bitch won’t touch it.”

Yu Youwei was furious, but did not dare to speak out.

Old man Li seemed to have a lice or something in his crotch, so he stretched out his hand to scratch it to feel comfortable. Fortunately, Yu Youwei didn't see this scene. She walked straight into the yard and saw Xu Fengnian concentrating on describing something. She hesitated for a moment.

Prepare to return home quietly.

She had nothing to talk about, but she suddenly felt uncomfortable in a completely unfamiliar place. Moreover, the small courtyard where she lived was particularly deep and quiet. There were dozens of green bamboos planted in the courtyard, and she read many fairy tales, foxes, and ghosts.

In novels and articles, she can always think of something floating out of the bamboo forest. Compared with green bamboo, she still prefers the soft and sparse banana trees that look like tall and drooping trees. Aren't there a lot of them here?

Before Yu Youwei approached, Xu Fengnian changed the pen from her left hand to her right hand and asked with a smile: "Is something wrong?"

Yu Youwei replied softly: "Look at Banana."

Xu Fengnian was stunned for a moment and joked: "We can't change the yard. All my things are here, but if you like to see bananas, I can have people pull out all the big bushes in the yard until your yard is filled with them. How about that?"

Yu Youwei said shyly: "Okay."

Xu Fengnian snapped his fingers, and the elusive blue bird stood beside Yu Youwei. Xu Fengnian smiled and said: "Have someone move the bananas."
To be continued...