The God of Martial Arts

Chapter 936 Dragon King
Xiang Yang even thought that such a handsome Shui Wuhen deserves such powerful martial arts and strength. Otherwise, how could a guy who is full of desire for power have such an achievement?

"No, no, no, or my thinking is still a little narrow. As long as you have a strong will and an unyielding spirit, you may be able to achieve something in martial arts. Not every master is like me and Shui Wuhen."

Xiang Yang sighed, for the sake of martial arts, he gave up too much, not to mention family, friendship, love, all left him, leaving only strength, this kind of life, in the eyes of some people, may be monotonous and boring of.

In this world, many martial artists who have verified the Dao, like ordinary people, enjoy a wanton life, with caring family members, loyal friends, unswerving lovers, or rivals who rival them.

As for people like Xiang Yang and Shui Wuhen, although they are not absent, they are also rare, so Xiang Yang suddenly developed a good impression of Shui Wuhen, even if the two of them had never masked each other, even if the image of Shui Wuhen was already in his heart. Something collapsed.

"Having said so much, I just remind you, to be honest, I have known the leader for so many years, and I have never seen him through, and I can't guess what he wants. Perhaps only similar people can see him clearly. "

Wan Dongliu was a little depressed at the end. His relationship with Shui Wuhen was probably a good teacher and helpful friend, but there was still something missing that made him unable to see through Shui Wuhen's heart.

"Is what he wants complicated? Maybe what he wants is very simple, but outsiders make him think complicated."

A thought flashed through Xiang Yang's mind, but he didn't say it out loud. Let's wait to see Shui Wuhen before making a judgment.

Sitting and waiting is tedious, and Wan Dongliu will not allow such a thing to happen. He selected twenty young masters from the Dajiang League, all of whom have their own strengths. In front of Yang Yang, he had a sparring session and asked him for advice.

Although they are the same age, Xiang Yang Wudao is far superior to these people, so there is no pressure to guide them. While killing time, he has won the respect and yearning of many young people.

It wasn't until night, when the golden black was hanging down, the sky and the earth were dim, and the cold starlight was reflected on the slowly flowing water, that Xiang Yang saw Shui Wuhen returning in a hurry.

His stature is majestic, no less than that of Xiang Yang. He is dressed in a light blue embroidered cloud suit, which is clean and spotless. He is wearing a pair of black leather pointed boots, each of which is inlaid with a thumb-sized gemstone.

Shui Wuhen's hair is actually not the long hair of the public, but the short hair similar to the modern society. It is loose and capable. If you let Xiang Yang see it, it is somewhat similar to the young Wei Zhuang in Qin Shimingyue.

Of course, the most eye-catching thing is Shui Wuhen's temperament, which is three points domineering, three points warm, and four points cold, which is the kind of ruthless cruelty.

In the octagonal stone pavilion, Wan Dongliu, Wan Tiancheng and his son had already left, and the members of the Dajiang League scattered on the left and right were also dismissed. In the huge space, in the silence of the night, under the light of the red lanterns hanging around the stone pavilion, only Xiang Yang and Shui There are two people without trace.

"Xiang Yang, I've heard your name for a long time, and I finally saw you today. It's about the same as I thought."

Shui Wuhen's character is indeed as Wan Dongliu said, a bit domineering. As soon as he appeared, he looked up and down Xiang Yang with scrutiny, with undisguised appreciation, and then he spoke.

The voice sounds very clean, very clear, very gentle, and has the feeling of a sunny boy.

"Oh? The Dragon King also knows my name? Xiang Yang's three lives are lucky, but I want to know what I look like in the eyes of the Dragon King?"

Xiang Yang was still sitting firmly on the chair, and asked curiously when he heard Shui Wuhen's words.

Until now, he has never seen clearly what kind of person he belongs to, because the authorities are confused, but the bystanders are clear, and he really wants to know what kind of image he is in the eyes of others.

And for quite a long time in the past, Shui Wuhen was the goal he worked hard for and struggled for, which made him even more curious. In the eyes of idols, is he good or bad?
"Young, heroic, energetic, and most importantly, your enthusiasm for martial arts is exactly as I imagined."

Shui Wuhen stepped on black boots, sat two steps across from Xiang Yang, put his hands on the table, and took out a jug of wine and two transparent crystal wine glasses from nowhere.

Before Xiang Yang could speak again, Shui Wuhen had already filled up two transparent crystal wine glasses. The light blue liquid exuded a fresh aroma of wine, which was much better than what Xiang Yang drank two hours ago.

Xiang Yang was silent, just watching Shui Wuhen's movements, feeling that this martial arts myth is very familiar except for the faults he learned from the Wan family father and son just now.

"Come on, come on, we have plenty of time today, why don't we talk all night long, I haven't met such an interesting young man like you for a long time."

Filled with wine, Shui Wuhen pushed one of the glasses in front of Xiang Yang, picked up the other and took a sip, his big eyes narrowed into a line, looking very comfortable and relaxed.

Xiang Yang stretched out his hand to hold the cup, shook it, and took a sip as well. There was no powerful magic effect. A little bit of aura is so weak, the only thing he can get is the excellent taste, which can satisfy the needs of wine lovers.

"How, it tastes good, right? I know you just had a drink with that guy Wan Dongliu, but his wine was either mixed with this spiritual fruit or too much of that elixir, which was too bland.

Drinking alcohol is for practice, not for happiness, it is really tasteless, it is better to eat the spiritual fruit directly to get the effect quickly. "

Seeing Xiang Yang's slightly relaxed expression, a smile appeared on Shui Wuhen's face. While speaking, he raised the thing in his hand, clinked a cup, and continued,

"Then what do you think of me? Speaking of me, an old guy, what is the image of the past in your mind?"

Hearing such a question, someone with a high EQ is probably flattered, and a person with a low EQ means that Nuonuo is speechless, blushing and afraid to tell the truth.

But Xiang Yang is direct,

"To be honest, the Dragon King used to be a godlike figure in my heart.

You are powerful, majestic, wise, courageous, and tolerant, and you have too many advantages, which can be said to occupy a very important position.

I was born in Yongzhou, and I grew up listening to the legends and deeds of the Dragon King when I was a child.

But now, it seems that there is a big deviation from the imagination.

You are not God, you are not perfect, you are also human, with your own flaws.

I hope Xiang Yang's heartfelt words did not embarrass you. "

Why tell the truth?
Xiang Yang is just holding the simplest and simplest thoughts, saying one thing and saying another.

Facing the person in front of you, treating each other with sincerity is the greatest respect.

"Huh? If you say that, you won't be afraid that I will get angry and go crazy?"

Shui Wuhen paused in his hand, put down the wine glass, his eyes narrowed into thin lines slowly widened, and looked at Xiang Yang without any expression on his face, his voice was like three or nine days of snow, cold to the bone and to the flesh.

(End of this chapter)