Wuwu Jianghu

Chapter 70
crooked robes, big holes and small eyes,
It’s quite fashionable, I picked up a few pieces of cloth from somewhere, tied them on my hair, and they fluttered in the wind, the shoes were not bad, and they were not damaged.

His eyes are sparkling and piercing, and his eyes tell you that he is an extraordinary man, he did not see the weapon on his back,

Take a closer look at the soft rattan sword wrapped around his waist. There are not many people who can control this kind of weapon. If you can't practice the soft rattan sword well, you can kill yourself.
Before Master Ziyun could speak, the other party rushed to say, hey, let me tell you, your swordsmanship is perfect,

It's a pity that you can't kill demons and eliminate demons in the deep mountain village, otherwise, you can teach me the sword technique,
I learned how to go down the mountain to set up the gate, put on the list and recruit apprentices, carry forward the swordsmanship, and kill all the martial arts sects that refuse to admit defeat,

Maybe I can become the overlord of the martial arts world. When Ziyun Shangren heard that this person is a lunatic, he spoke rudely.
I still want to learn swordsmanship to bully others, so I blurted out angrily, I yelled, yelling, the lunatic who came from there,
People who don't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth, see if I don't educate you well, slap is just a sweeping leg, followed by air palm,
Ziyun Shangren's palm and leg skills did not touch the opponent, and the old man in rags flickered faster than a laser.
People have already left the ground and flew into the air, as if they had grown wings, and they can move freely in the air without falling off.
Ziyun Shangren also knew this kind of kung fu, and launched another attack, and the old man in rags also fought back.
The two fought for a hundred rounds with no outcome. Both sides gave thumbs up in their hearts, admiring that the opponent is definitely a martial arts master,

Sure enough, the reputation is well-deserved, the master contest is a kind of enjoyment, the old man in rags jumped into the fish tank and shouted, stop, stop,

Ziyun Shangren also took the opportunity to take a breath, the old man in rags pulled out a soft rattan sword and stabbed her throat, Ziyun Shangren didn't care,

Draw out the two weapons of the Tianxing sword to fight, the old man in rags uses the unique skill of the soft rattan sword, the snake-shaped winding sword technique,
Seeing that the sword is coming straight and hooking, the moves of the soft rattan sword are changing too fast, and its elasticity and toughness are amazing, and it can be bent at any time.
The opponent couldn't dodge it, so it was split into two from the waist. The old man in rags made soft rattan swordsmanship, as fast as clouds and lightning,
That is to say, Ziyun Shangren can still parry, and other so-called martial arts masters will have to return to that life after ten rounds at most.
Ziyun Shangren also knows that the soft rattan sword is powerful, so he should be careful everywhere. Of course, his Tianxing sword is not a vegetarian.
The martial arts started at lightning speed, and the two fought for [-] rounds regardless of the outcome.
I’m hungry and go to eat first, I’ll fight another day and say goodbye, after I’m done speaking, I disappear from the spot, it’s interesting to come and go without a trace,
Ziyun Shangren didn't know who the other party was, and he was really tired after fighting for a long time. He went to the center of the river by himself,
I picked up a lot of small seafood and prepared some vegetables. I set up a stone pot and ignited the flint in the sky loft of the garden.

Soon the steaming hot pot is ready to eat. Add some wild peppers that you cultivate yourself. It tastes great when the cool breeze blows.

In Bajiaotai, Ziyun Shangren also created a set of cuisines. All the ingredients are taken from his own fields in the mountains and dense forests to ensure that they are pure and natural.
No pollution, no additives and pesticides, no adulteration, no shoddy, no hoarding, similar to profiteer incidents,
For example, you play with beans, you are ruthless with garlic, Jiang Yijun, false propaganda to drive up prices, etc.!It's the harvest season,

People in Ziyun Shang will transport excess seafood, vegetables, and rice noodles to the city below the mountain, and give them to the working people to eat.
The old man in rags did not appear for a few days, Mr. Ziyun had already prepared himself, half a year passed in a blink of an eye,
Could it be that the old man was scared away, no way, his martial arts are also very difficult to deal with, Mr. Ziyun one afternoon,
While practicing swords in the hanging pavilion on the Octagonal Terrace, an old man in rags came. This time he sat on the top of the tree and watched for a long time.

He removed a few wild fruits and hit Ziyun Shangren's temple like a pinball. Ziyun Shangren quickly hit back on the spot with two fingers.
The old man in rags really didn't expect that she would make such a move, he couldn't dodge it in time, slipped and fell into the gap between the big tree branches,
Alas, a gash was cut on the leg, this is definitely an accident, the worldly expert is indeed a bit embarrassed,
Pointing at Ziyun Shangren and yelling, how dare you hurt someone with a hidden weapon, what a villain does, I'm sorry, Ziyun Shangren heard it,
Alas, this person is still beating you upside down, watch me educate you, take out the Tianxing Sword, and the two fight together,
Half a year later, they fought again, and both of them had greatly improved their skills. Shangren Ziyun took a sneak peek at the old man in rags,
His appearance is unremarkable, his skill is unpredictable, and he can't tell which sect he is from. When the two fight, they can't touch each other.

Ziyun Shangren flew to the center of the pond, and shouted on the petals, "Do you dare to report your name and surname to fight again?"
The old man in rags looked at Ziyun Shangren, shook his head and said, I am an ordinary passerby, not worth mentioning, seeing that you have no intention of fighting and leaving,
Ziyun Shangren is so angry, flying is like a sword, you can come here if you want, leave if you want, it's easier said than done, I will kill you today,

The old man in ragged clothes was also very angry. Seeing the Tianxing sword split, he dodged the martial arts and moved the soft rattan sword to fight back. After fighting for thirty rounds,
Suddenly the tactic changed, the handle of the soft rattan sword was facing outwards, and the tip of the sword was held in his hand, making the tactic useless, Ziyun Shangren was defeated by this stance,

The ragged old man's soft vine swordsmanship was several times faster than his own swordsmanship, and the shadow of the sword could not be seen clearly. The ragged old man shouted to remind Ziyun Shangren,
Pricked his head, before the voice reached the handle of the soft rattan sword, he lightly tapped Ziyun Shangren on the back, if he wanted to kill her,
The handle of the sword pierced through the chest as soon as it was strong, and it was just such a light touch, and Ziyun Shangren was knocked out five or six steps away.

Ziyun Shangren was convinced that he was defeated, and he bowed his hands and said impolitely, his skills are not as good as others, and the Octagonal Terrace is willing to transfer it to you.
Farewell, the old man in rags stopped her and said, how can I steal the show, we have no grievances or hatred, just discussing each other

There is no point of victory or defeat, Ceng Ceng Ceng Ceng Ceng Ceng disappeared in the dense forest, the next day the sun rose eastward, and the land was prosperous and prosperous.
Ziyun Shangren was playing the piano in the vacant attic, when he heard the cry of a baby at the gate of the courtyard, he jumped to the gate,
Seeing the old man in shabby clothes carrying a large basket, a child about one year old was lying in it, the basket was full of flowers for bedding,

Ziyun Shangren looked puzzled, the old man in rags laughed and said, I am not here to compete in martial arts today, I see that your martial arts skills are unmatched,
I sent you a successor, and before I finished speaking, I didn't wait for Mr. Ziyun to invite me in. I carried a big basket and strode to the main living room.
Muttering to myself, my mouth was dry, I picked up the teapot and mouth to mouth, and drank the full pot of tea in one gulp,

Ziyun Shangren followed in and watched what happened. The old man in rags said, "You are welcome to sit down, you really regard yourself as the master.
The child kept crying, and the two frantically found pure milk to feed them.

(End of this chapter)