There were riots outside the streets, and the people and the people gathered together, and there was a lot of discussion. Such a big noise must be hidden.

Zhang Ao, the man who turned into a wealthy businessman in Jiangzhou, was also among them. Relatively speaking, he knew some inside stories better.

The young man finally took action... As expected, he didn't have much patience, but could Wang Kang escape this disaster?

It's probably a big deal. This young man has always been unable to escape.

This is also the reason why he promised his daughter that Han Yu wanted to stop, because stopping and non-stop are no longer meaningful.

But Xian'er seemed to have some different feelings for Wang Kang. Will she blame herself after she knew it...

"Half Master Kang, has he been assassinated?"

“It looks like the same,”

"Who is so blind?"

"Young Master Kang is a good person and a heavenly figure. There will definitely be no problem. He will take us with him..."

The people were talking, and at this moment, a young man in a purple shirt and rich clothes walked out. He smiled and looked handsome... If it weren't for Wang Kang, who could it be?

"Master Kang,"

"It's Mr. Kang,"

"I just said that Young Master Kang will definitely be fine."

A scream of surprise erupted from the crowd. Zhang Ao's eyes narrowed, how could it be fine, and there was no injury at all. Is it pretending or?

"Everyone, just now, I organized the soldiers of the Earl's Mansion to conduct an emergency drill, and there were no killers or assassins!"

Wang Kang shouted: "You can feel at ease and do what you should do..."

"So that's the case, what am I going to say?"

"Let's go, go, go to work quickly. Young Master Kang is going to get married. Let's go to work quickly..."

Wang Kang appeared in person to comfort him, which was more convincing than anything else. Soon Zhou Qing also brought people to disperse the citizens.

Zhang Ao also quietly retreated among the crowd.

It seems nothing is wrong on the surface, but in the dark, all the people on the net of heaven and earth have already been dispatched...

Arrange everything.

Wang Kang is going back.

At this moment, in the courtyard, Li Qingman was practicing swordsmanship, while Monk Yin Yue was giving guidance.

This is also Li Qingman's demand. She was not very concerned about martial arts.

But this time Wang Kang was assassinated. The East China Sea Whale Eater Yu Yize, a martial arts master who came, put a lot of pressure on her.

This time it's Monk Yin Yue here,

If not, Wang Kang might be really surprised.

She really couldn't imagine such a result.

So Li Qingman felt a sense of urgency and wanted to improve her strength as soon as possible, and Monk Yinyue was the best teacher.

Of course she won't let it go...

"There are ten styles of sword techniques in the fallen night. From the first style, the starting style is just like the first sight, and the wisdom of the tenth style will be damaged. The further you go, the greater the power!"

Monk Yin Yue surrounded Li Qingman and said, "You ask me, but you're looking for the right person!"

"This sword technique is unique to yours, and few people know it outside, but if it is Xihui, it will be amazing, and under the same circumstances, it will be difficult to meet the opponent!"

He said, as if he was very proud: "But your master lost to me when he made a bet with me, and the bet was this sword technique!"

When he said that, Li Qingman danced with his sword in the field, hissing and breaking through the wind, and like a dragon passing through the four bodies, sometimes light as a swallow, lightning as a sword, sometimes suddenly as lightning...

"No, no!"

Monk Yin Yue said, "Why do you use a sword like your master? Don't pursue those gorgeous movements. It looks good, but it's useless."

"You are practicing swords, not dancing swords!"

"Swords are used to kill people, not to perform!"

"Give up the extra movements and attack me!"

Hearing this, Li Qingman's beautiful eyes condensed, his wrists rotated gently, and the sword flashed quickly like lightning. The sword light flashed, and he stabbed straight towards Monk Yin Yue...

“Yes, that’s it,”

Monk Yin Yue stepped on strange steps, seemingly spinning in place, but he avoided his sword moves repeatedly.

"Doesn't it feel that it's much more powerful than just now..."

At this time, Wang Kang, who had been watching next to him, suddenly said, "Qingman, don't listen to him nonsense, what you just practiced was correct..."

Hearing this, Monk Yin Yue was furious, "You said I'm talking nonsense? What kind of martial arts do you know?"

Li Qingman also stopped and walked over.

Monk Yinyue seemed to be very dissatisfied with Wang Kang's suspicion.

Wang Kang asked back: "Master, can you know this sword technique for falling into the night?"

"Of course I will."

Monk Yin Yue said, it was no surprise that Wang Kang could name the sword technique because he had said it before when Li Qingman and Yu Yize were fighting.

"Which style has the master practiced again?"

"The eighth style!" Monk Yin Yue said proudly.

"The Eighth Style?" Li Qingman looked at Yin Yue in surprise.

This sword technique of the Luoxiao is the core sword technique of Taiyi Sect. It cannot be practiced by the descendants of Taiyi Sect, and it is extremely difficult to practice...

"I guess you've practiced wrongly." Wang Kang said lightly.

"What did you say?"

Monk Yin Yue widened his eyes, "Wang Kang, you are a master in brewing wine and making cigarettes. Lu Chan said that you are not bad either, but what can you understand when practicing martial arts and swords?"

Wang Kang seemed not to see the anger of Monk Yin Yue, and said lightly: "The fifth stylistic sword technique that Qingman just practiced was the sword technique of the night. I laughed at Sanqian. Is it right?"

"So what?" Monk Yin Yue said coldly.

Then he reacted and asked in confusion: "How do you know?"

Wang Kang asked without explanation, "Do you know what kind of moves are the essence of this fifth move?"

"What is it?" Monk Yin Yue asked subconsciously.

"It's a false move!"

"Virtual trick?" Li Qingman said in confusion: "When the master taught me, he didn't say it."

"This kid is talking nonsense," Monk Yin Yue said disdainfully: "In his words, he is pretending to behave, and he doesn't know."

"The first move of the sword technique in the fallen night is just like the first sight, it is the starting move, the second move, the third move, and the fourth move, which is a practical move!"

Wang Kang looked at the two of them and paused and said, "And the fifth move, the drunken laughter of three thousand is a false move!"

"The sixth style, the clouds are blooming and the water is beautiful, it is a move!"

"The seventh style, I don't know where it is a move of energy!"

"The eighth style, the flowers flying all over the building are also an agitated move!"

"The ninth style, not telling Li Shang is a unique trick!"

"The tenth style, the extreme of wisdom will cause damage, it is a forbidden move!"

"You...you..."

After hearing what Wang Kang said, Monk Yin Yue looked at Wang Kang in horror, "How could you know the name of these ten styles?"

As he said that, he looked at Li Qingman and asked, "Did you tell him?"

Li Qingman took a deep breath and shook her head. She also looked at Wang Kang in disbelief.

"How did I know, you don't have to worry about it,"

Wang Kang looked at Monk Yin Yue and said, "The sword technique you practiced should be lacking, that is, the sword technique, which must be coherent, the real and the virtual are in line, and the qi is connected..."

"So what you just taught was wrong!"

"and……"

“And what?”

His words shocked both of them.

Wang Kang smiled and said, "And, I will teach Qingman after the scriptures. I will accompany my wife to become the best in the world..."

[Author’s off-topic]: First update.
Chapter completed!