surnamed Wang

Regarding Wang Gangquan's ridicule, Nan Fengao didn't care, stroked his beard and looked towards the cliff and said:
"Little friend gathers the elders of the two families at the same time, it's a pity that you, a young man, don't learn swords."

"Coincidentally, the other three halls also said the same."

"I heard that you destroyed the stone tablet of the Shushu hall not long ago?"

"No, the little elder himself destroyed it."

"Youdao is the first-level official who crushes people to death. If he bites to death, it is you who did it. I am afraid that few people in this Lingyun sect can protect you, and it is said that the sect has begun to pay attention to you, a little apprentice."

As the old man said, he glanced at Nie Zhongliang meaningfully. Seeing this, Wang Bingquan frowned, tilted his neck and said:
"Old man, you are sure to eat me."

"It's not the old man who I took advantage of. Among the five halls, the Shuli Hall and the Sword Hall are the most united, but the unity of the Li Hall is used to wrestle with others, and my Sword Hall..."

After saying this, the old man suddenly shouted at the top of his voice:

"Little ones, someone messed up!"

As soon as the words fell, the gate of the sword hall opened suddenly, and a group of people rushed out, the shining long sword in their hands made people's eyes hurt, and they were still yelling:

"Where did the thieves come from, dare to come to our sword hall to act wild?"

The leader was a white fat man, he gave Wang Gangquan master and apprentice a bad look, then bowed to the old man and said:

"Master, are they the ones who broke the scene?"

"No, I have already been scared away by you, go back and continue practicing swords."

"Yes!"

A group of people returned to the hall in a hurry, and the door was closed in response, as if nothing had happened.

The two masters and apprentices here were stunned. They are not swordsmen, they are clearly a group of green forest heroes.

……

The old man's face was bright, he cleared his throat and said:
"You two have also seen that in the Lingyun Sect, anyone who dares to provoke the people in the sword hall will face the entire sword hall, of course, except for the head of the sect and my Yan Junfeng's order.

The little elder Xu Junyu that you offended before, as long as he has the courage to come, I dare to let him come and go. "

The old man proudly put his hands behind his back, his face full of pride, Nanfeng Zuiwu stroked his forehead, helpless.

Wang Gangquan raised his head, looked in the direction of the top of his head, and after making sure that no dramatic face slap would happen, he spread his hands and said:
"Since I started practicing, I have always had a special liking for swords, and my father regarded himself as a sword god when he was young, and the younger generation also wanted to inherit his mantle.

Let me just believe what my senior said, and I will seriously consider this matter. As for my apprentice, he is free to choose what he wants, and I will not interfere. "

"That's natural." The old man nodded and smiled, with a hint of immortality.

"It's just..." Wang Gangquan showed a little embarrassment at this time, "I already have a master, and it's best to get his old man's consent for apprenticeship."

Nan Fengao took off the wine gourd from his waist, opened the stopper and said casually:
"The old man has traveled the Three Realms for many years, and I know quite a few people. Who is the master of my little brother?"

"Family teacher Li Changsheng."

"Li Changsheng..."

The old man muttered something, he didn't seem to think of this person, after shaking his head and taking a sip of the wine, he spit it out again in a "poof".

"The old man knows the teacher?" Wang Gangquan's spirit lifted.

"Ah? I don't know, I just choked on it by chance. You see, the last sip of drink was wasted. I'll go down the mountain to drink. You guys are so good at cultivation."

The old man wiped the drink from the corner of his mouth, turned his head casually and left without giving Wang Gangquan a chance to ask, and the other three looked at each other, not knowing why.

……

Training in the sword hall is simple and boring, especially for a junior cultivator like Nie Zhongliang, it takes a whole day to practice stabbing a sword, and by evening, his entire arm is so sore that he can't move an inch.

Although Wang Bingquan possesses sword power, sword energy, and sword intent, his moves are also vain and weak. Nanfeng Zuiwu directly threw him a bunch of wooden swords, and asked him to practice thrusting like his apprentice, suppressing his cultivation to the foundation-building stage. Until a hole is poked in the rock.

The two masters and apprentices practiced body and qi respectively in the Litang Midang before, and their control of qi has reached a state of subtlety. After a few days of practice, the control of the sword can be regarded as proficient.

On the tenth day, Nie Zhongliang gave birth to sword energy, and the blunt sword could blow hair and cut hair. Wang Bingquan pierced the wooden sword three inches into the stone wall. If it does not enter the wall, it is considered a success.

The master and the apprentice slashed and stabbed every day, and it took another half a month before they knew it. During this period, the two gradually became acquainted with everyone in the hall, and at night they drank and chatted together.

The people in the sword hall seem to be more approachable than Midang Litang, probably because of the influence of the old guy Nan Fengao, everyone in the hall does not drink alcohol, even Nanfeng Zuiwu who is his daughter is no exception.

After getting along for nearly a month, Wang Gangquan admired this woman who is proud of her figure and appearance, and at the same time has a free and easy temper.

Knights are accompanied by swords and wine, and sword dancing after drinking is even more indispensable. The name of Nanfeng Zuiwu came from this. With the help of the bonfire at night, women impromptu sword dances, but it is a pity that only dancing swords is a bit dry, and Wang Gingquan Take the lead in reciting poems:
Drunk dancing and singing on the sea and mountains, and the sky ladle bears the dew to form golden pills.

In the deep night, the crane penetrates the green autumn sky, and the westerly wind blows cold across thousands of miles.

After the song is over, the whole house cheers, the woman is slightly drunk, and the beauty is the most beautiful scene of the night.

……

A few days later, in a small courtyard on the mountainside, two thirteen-year-old women were embroidering with a piece of silk cloth. The older one saw that the other had embroidered half a mandarin duck, and couldn't help joking:

"Sister Xiaoyu wants to embroider a purse for her lover?"

Xia Xiaoyu didn't expect the other party to ask such a question out of the blue, her pretty face flushed "shua", her needle and thread were messed up, and her good wings were embroidered crookedly.

The little girl wrinkled her nose and said while picking the thread:

"Sister Gusu, stop joking. A Liang and I are brothers and sisters. He takes good care of me. It's just an ordinary thought."

"I didn't say who it was, why did my sister pull it on him?"

"Sister Gusu, if you really want to talk about it, it's you who have asked me a lot about A Liang these days. Could it be that you are interested in him?"

Xia Xiaoyu squinted her eyes and smiled, very proud that she defeated the opponent's army. Unexpectedly, the woman surnamed Gusu nodded seriously and said:

"Sister Xiaoyu is really smart, nothing can escape your eyes."

This time it was Xia Xiaoyu's turn to be dumbfounded. She held the needle and thread for a long time without moving, until the woman across from her laughed "噗嗤". a bit.

"Okay, I won't tease you." Gu Suluan packed up her needlework and stood up, "You embroider first, and I will teach you how to cut clothes in a few days. Your brother has always been dressed in student uniforms. It's coming, it's time to make new clothes."

The woman deliberately emphasized the word "brother". Xia Xiaoyu, who has always been eccentric, was bullied by her until she couldn't speak a word, so she nodded like a quail.

After seeing off Gusu Luan, Xia Xiaoyu leaned against the gate of the courtyard, looking into the distance with wandering eyes, showing signs of resentment at a young age.

……

Gusuluan left halfway up the mountain and walked up the steps. Along the way, fellow monks of the same generation greeted her when they saw her, which showed that she was very popular.

At the top of Zhongfeng, Gusu Luan, who was dressed gracefully at a young age, stood quietly outside a hall, and a calm voice came from the hall:

"Have you found it?"

"Returning to Master, Xia Xiaoyu does have a spirit-gathering array in her living room."

"..." There was a moment of silence in the hall, "You guys should change your residence."

The woman raised her head in surprise, then lowered her head, and said softly:

"As ordered."

……