Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 7 Drink more hot water
Yuankuai is only the highest honor for the younger generation. It values ​​potential more than strength. In addition, it is awarded by the imperial court, so it has a stronger political connotation. Six out of the ten Yuankuai are children of aristocratic families, but the title is still valuable. After all, the martial arts resources of aristocratic families are far superior to those of free and easy people. For example, Su Qingqi, who was only sixteen years old, could fight back and forth with a master like Wu Ming who had been famous for many years. Therefore, when she said there was a world of difference, it was indeed a world of difference.

There is actually only one reason why Zhao Wumian, a modern man who can't even recognize the acupuncture points, can make her feel so ashamed.

One Dharma can pass, all Dharmas can pass.

A martial arts master wants to learn a new martial art. Even if he cannot master the form and spirit of the new martial art in a short period of time, he will still be able to master the form well. Muscle memory will spontaneously help him find the best, most stable and fastest way to draw the sword.

A tall building is built from the ground up. Zhao Wumian's foundation has already been honed to be extremely solid. What he needs next is a master who can help him correct his mistakes and prevent him from practicing the wrong way, as well as a lot of practical experience.

Just like a sea king who hangs out in places of entertainment all year round, even if he is hit by a semi-trailer and loses his memory, when he goes into battle there, he will not shudder for a moment... He may even use some tricks spontaneously.

Zhao Wumian simply wiped his body, changed into the coarse linen clothes he found in the village, and practiced the Yuehua Sword over and over again behind the house. Finding a backer, clinging to someone powerful, and living off someone are all secondary; his own strength is the most important thing.

Zhao Wumian's injury hasn't fully healed yet, and it's hard for him to do such strenuous exercise in such freezing weather, but since it concerns himself, there's nothing much to say, so he just has to practice.

However, just practicing the Yuehua Sword is not enough. Zhao Wumian practices martial arts more to draw inferences from one instance to another and to recall the martial arts he has mastered.

Zhao Wumian closed his eyes and followed the rhythm of the Yuehua Sword. He restrained his strength, thrust the sword out of the scabbard again and again, and sensed his body in detail... Although the Yuehua Sword was very easy to use, every time he used "Spring and Autumn Drunken Moon", he would feel a sense of obscurity.

It could have been faster, it could have been a better sword-drawing angle, the breathing method was obscure, and the distance between the feet should have been wider.

Zhao Wumian followed his inner feelings and fine-tuned his sword-drawing posture, using 'Spring and Autumn Drunken Moon' over and over again, but his sword-drawing speed became slower and slower, until he finally stopped and stopped drawing the sword.

In the heavy snow, Zhao Wumian held the scabbard in his hand, closed his eyes tightly, and stood still, with only his chest rising and falling occasionally.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhao Wumian's shoulders and head were covered with snow, and he looked like a little snowman. He suddenly took a step forward, and the snow on his body fell off like raindrops.

wipe----

The scabbard, which was clearly a blunt weapon, suddenly made a sharp sound. Su Qingqi, who was inside the room, heard the noise and felt nervous. She thought, how could Zhao Wumian's sword practice with the scabbard make such a sound? Could it be an enemy attack! ?
She hooked her white boots suddenly, and a small stone on the ground shot up and smashed a big hole in the wooden door.

The two women nervously looked along the hole, only to see a flash of black light suddenly passing through the pale world of ice and snow. The white snow in the sky was stirred by the strong wind, and shot forward like embroidery needles, and then spread to the surroundings. The already old house made a slight "crackling" sound in the wind and snow. With Zhao Wumian as the center, the surrounding white snow all turned into nothingness, forming an elliptical hole in the flying snow.

"Just practicing sword skills?" Su Qingqi's eyes widened. "My elder brother didn't make such a big noise when practicing sword skills."

Luo Chaoyan had lived in the palace for several years and had seen countless talented people. She was not as shocked as Su Qingqi at this moment, but she was secretly glad. The stronger Zhao Wumian was, the safer they would be. At the same time, Zhao Wumian's credibility would be higher... After all, Zhao Wumian was such a strong man, wouldn't he be able to deal with the two of them easily? Why bother pretending to be nice to them, wouldn't it be better to just kidnap them and take them away?

Zhao Wumian was breathing heavily, sweating profusely, his whole body was covered with white mist, his right arm holding the scabbard was shaking uncontrollably, and his whole body was in unbearable pain, but he couldn't help laughing... This move was quite powerful, and it must have been one of his original trump cards. In his current condition, it would be difficult for him to use it by force, but he could feel that he had more martial arts that had not been tapped... This was just the sword technique, what about the spear technique? What about the knife technique?

He didn't know how many martial arts he knew, so he planned to practice each one.

"Good swordsmanship, what is this move called?" Su Qingqi couldn't help but ask.

"It doesn't matter what it's called, as long as it can be used at the critical moment. Let's call it 'One Sword Style'." Zhao Wumian took a while to stop his shaking right arm, and answered casually. He tilted his head to look, but was slightly startled.

Su Qingqi's face was already delicate and lovely, there was nothing much to say about it, but the woman sitting next to her was wearing cloth clothes and wooden hairpins, but her dark eyebrows, pink lips, delicate nose, almond eyes, and beautiful appearance were beyond description. The simple coarse linen clothes not only did not make her look rustic, but instead added a bit of gentleness and virtuousness like a married woman.

Luo Chaoyan was wearing a thin cloth and holding a small broken bowl in her fair and tender hands to warm them. She noticed Zhao Wumian's gaze and raised her eyebrows slightly. She thought to herself that Zhao Wumian was so cold to her before, maybe he just didn't see her true appearance. She didn't think there was anything wrong with it. Everyone loves beauty. As a princess, she has been used to it over the years.

She raised the broken bowl, which was still steaming under the heavy snow. "This is a secret elixir from Guixuan Valley. It can suppress all poisons in the world for a period of time. It also has the effect of strengthening the body and nourishing the wounds. The poison in the young master's body is too strange. It hasn't even taken effect until now. Just in case, you should take it. Otherwise, it will be bad if the poison takes effect at the critical moment..."

After that, she added: "The weather is very cold, and you went to practice martial arts right after you fell into the water. Even a martial artist cannot ruin his body like this, so I dissolved the elixir in hot water..."

Fearing that Zhao Wumian might have doubts, she continued before she finished speaking: "Don't worry that I will poison you. I have a request to make, sir, so I will not do such a stupid thing that would hurt myself..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Wumian walked up to the front, picked up the small broken bowl and drank it all in one gulp. As expected, he could feel the warm medicine slowly flowing into his limbs and bones through his stomach and intestines, relieving the pain and fatigue he had just felt.

The three of them are now like grasshoppers on the same rope, and I believe Luo Chaoyan would not do something like poisoning.

And it's actually quite heartwarming that a princess of a country warms medicine for you... Many of our male compatriots have lived for more than 20 years and have never drunk hot water specially warmed by a woman other than their mother.

A smile appeared on Luo Chaoyan's face. Zhao Wumian could drink her medicine without hesitation, so why couldn't she appreciate his trust in her?

Then I heard Zhao Wumian say in a soothing tone:

"Everyone loves beauty, but why are you washing your face while you are on the run? Are you afraid that others won't notice you? Your Majesty, don't blame me, Old Zhao, for being outspoken. In this special period, we should continue to be beggars and refugees. If you think that three refugees on horseback are too incongruous and too eye-catching, then dressing up as people from the underworld is also a good idea... If we want to be beautiful, let's go back to the Imperial City and be beautiful."

The smile on Luo Chaoyan's face froze slightly. This guy Zhao Wumian was different from other men... Would this man be able to find a wife in the future?
(End of this chapter)