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Chapter 208: Trial of the Sword [Monthly Ticket Plus]

Lu Qing on the other side also noticed Zhu Cheng's arrival, but he was halfway through teaching him runes and talismans, and it was not convenient to stop, so he pretended not to see it and concentrated on practicing.

The three men were still wearing Taoist robes, so they didn't have any weapons and were just practicing boxing.

The shapes of runes and talismans are very different, so their methods are naturally different as well.

Fu Wen was agile and approached Lu Qing. He suddenly lowered his body, and his left palm hit the knee, while his right palm, with hidden force, moved upward to hit the ribs.

Lu Qing pushed down with his elbow to block his attack, and dodged to the side with a mud-wading step.

At this time, behind him, Fu Lu had quietly come close. Although he was unusually tall and not as flexible as Fu Lu, his movements were not slow at all. When he opened his fists, it seemed as if there was an afterimage, and the wind from his fists was whistling.

Lu Qing's footwork was solid, his advances and retreats were measured, and his hands were precise in their movements. He managed to block each of the talisman's fast and fierce punches and neutralize the force. In a few flashes, the three of them switched their offensive and defensive positions. Initially, the two brothers suddenly attacked Lu Qing, but now Lu Qing was approaching step by step, and the talisman could only passively defend himself.

Zhu Yu didn't know much about martial arts, but as an outsider he could see that Lu Qing's movements were clean and efficient, without any delay, and his control of strength was precise, with every move leaving no flaws.

Zhu Cheng was obviously attracted by their competition. He didn't expect that his son-in-law, who he originally felt was a bit of a headache, was not only not a loser, but even had such amazing kung fu skills. He was even more amazed.

After finishing a set of punches, the two brothers Fu Wen Fu Lu were already a little out of breath, but Lu Qing's breathing was still steady, with just a few more beads of sweat on his forehead.

He then turned his gaze towards Zhu Cheng, walked up to him, cupped his fists, and said with a smile, "Why are you here today, father-in-law?"

"Can you wield a weapon?" Zhu Cheng's eyes lit up, as if he had just picked up a tattered stone and unexpectedly found a piece of jade. He looked so surprised as if he had found a treasure that he didn't even bother to exchange a few pleasantries. He went straight to the point, "Judging from your skills and strength, you should be able to do it, right?"

Lu Qing didn't hide it and nodded: "I can use swords, spears, swords and halberds, but I'm not very interested in stick fighting, so I haven't practiced it specifically."

"Enough, enough!" Zhu Cheng's smile became even more obvious. He was a man who loved making weapons and didn't particularly care about sticks, so Lu Qing's words really pleased him. "I have several good things hidden in my house, but unfortunately, the knives are good knives, the swords are precious swords, but none of my sons have the good material to practice martial arts.

Even with the best weapons in their hands, they just can't use them the way I want.

I wonder if you are in the mood right now, my dear son-in-law, I'll ask someone to bring it over for you to play with?"

Hearing this, Lu Qing did not react much, but Zhu Yu on the side was somewhat surprised.

Zhu Cheng had forged quite a few weapons by himself in his life, most of which were good and standard stuff. After being sent to the Kingdom of Jin, they were all fine products rewarded by the Emperor of Jin to princes and ministers.

But of the truly top-quality pieces, some were presented as tribute to Emperor Jin for his personal use, while others, which Zhu Cheng was reluctant to give to anyone else, were usually locked up in the palace, where he would occasionally touch and polish them. Even his sons were only allowed to try them out before being put away.

Zhu Yu originally thought that he was reluctant to give up good things to anyone, but he didn't expect that he actually didn't like the kung fu of the sons of the Zhu family.

While wiping sweat off his face with his sleeve, Lu Qing secretly glanced at Zhu Yu. Seeing Zhu Yu nod slightly, he lowered his arm and said to Zhu Cheng, "Since my father-in-law is so interested, I will show off my skills in front of him."

Zhu Cheng was overjoyed and immediately asked the manager to bring people to bring over his most cherished possessions.

The steward was also stunned. He didn't know what martial arts skills were, but he didn't expect that the Second Miss and Prince Xiaoyao, who were regarded as hot potatoes by the prince when they came on the first day, would become popular in just a few days.

The prince actually wanted to take out the precious weapon that he was reluctant to even give to his own sons and let the free and easy king play with it!
He didn't dare to delay and hurriedly took a few servants with him. Soon he carried a huge wooden box.

It was obvious that the box contained Zhu Cheng's precious weapons, but the box looked very simple in style. Apart from appearing to be very sturdy, there was nothing special about it.

However, when the heavy box was placed in the yard of Liyuan and opened, Lu Qing could see how much Zhu Cheng cherished these weapons.

Inside this huge wooden box, each knife and sword is placed in a separate cork box with a silk lining. It is obvious that the swords have been wiped repeatedly with clove oil many times, and each one is shiny.

Lu Qing took a sword and weighed it in his hand. The weight was just right for him. He then danced with the sword, and a silver light flashed like a swimming dragon. When the sword tip was slashed diagonally, it was as smooth as cutting through silk satin. When it was thrust out suddenly, the sword body made a low, buzzing sound, which made people's hearts tremble.

Zhu Cheng almost clapped his hands on the spot—this was exactly the effect he had hoped for when he forged this sword! However, because the people around him were either too strong or too weak, no one had ever been able to make this sword "sing" in their hands.

Lu Qing danced casually with the sword. The sword in his hand seemed to turn into a silver snake, moving around with his movements.

Afterwards, he changed the weapon in his hand to a broadsword handed to him by Zhu Cheng.

This knife is quite heavy, and it looks powerful and murderous when swung.

Lu Qing's sword dance moves were not fancy, and each move looked extremely solid and murderous. Zhu Cheng had already let go of his previous reserve and could not help but clap his hands on the side. He didn't know whether it was because of Lu Qing's outstanding kung fu, his own beautiful and peerless sword, or the perfect match between a good weapon and a skilled practitioner.

After Lu Qing had recovered his momentum and put the knife back into its sheath, Zhu Cheng hurried over and said, "My dear son-in-law, you have already tried out each of these weapons.

Then can you honestly tell me that these swords of mine are unrivaled in the world, comparable to the peerless weapons of Gan Jiang and Mo Ye?"

"My father-in-law's precious sword is indeed a rare and fine item. Both its weight and size are exceptionally handy." Lu Qing replied calmly, "However, if you really count it, it can only be considered a top-grade item, not unrivaled in the world."