Martial Arts: 10,000 times return, accept Xiaolongnu as apprentice at the beginning

Su Liu smiled slightly and said softly: "Li Xunhuan and Ah Fei are not only friends, but also destined brothers and confidants. Even if they have not met yet, sooner or later, they will meet one day."

It would be very difficult for people who have not read the original novel of The Sentimental Swordsman to understand what Su Liu meant by this sentence.

And in this world, Su Liu is the only one who knows clearly.

Flying knives and swift swords are the best partners.

How could there be no flying swordsman beside Xiao Li Feidao?

Even if the plot in this world has undergone earth-shaking changes, Su Liu will not let such a thing happen. After all, this is a feeling that has been engraved in his heart since his previous life!

I didn't quite understand what Su Liu said.

But from Su Liu's words, Lu Xiaofeng could be sure that as long as he found Li Xunhuan, he could find Ah Fei, and then he could follow the clues and find Shen Lang's whereabouts.

Thinking of this, Lu Xiaofeng could no longer sit still and immediately set out to look for Li Xunhuan.

But he was stopped by Su Liu.

"Don't worry, wait a moment."

Su Liu flicked his sleeves casually, and a gust of wind blew out, as if it turned into several invisible shackles, locking Lu Xiaofeng firmly in place.

"You can't leave yet because we haven't figured out what's going on in the court. Wait until the Sun Moon Sect surrenders and the Ming Dynasty is completely stable. Then you can go find Li Xunhuan. I'll go with you then."

"Ah~"

Lu Xiaofeng said with a sad face:

"Master, by that time, even the cucumber dishes will be cold!"

Looking at Lu Xiaofeng who looked eager, Su Liu felt helpless. After pondering for a moment, he suddenly said:

"Well, if that's the case, then I'll go for you. It just so happens that I haven't seen Li Tanhua for a while, so I'll go ask him for a bowl of wine."

Hearing this, Lu Xiaofeng was overjoyed and cheered:

"Thank you, Master!"

After that, he smacked his lips, scratched his ears and cheeks, winked at Su Liu and said:

"Master, why don't you take me with you? How can you drink with Li Tanhua without a good friend like me, don't you think?"

As soon as these words came out, before Su Liu could say anything, Hua Manlou grabbed Lu Xiaofeng without any hesitation and angrily shouted:

"Humph, you little Lu, you still want to be lazy? You should just listen to the master and stay here to work with the little sisters!"

Su Liu and the others couldn't help but burst into laughter when they saw this, and the joyful laughter filled the entire Imperial Garden.

Chapter 622: Three cups of wine make a promise, even the five mountains are nothing!

Although it was a joke, Su Liu was not really joking.

The current Ming Dynasty court still cannot do without Lu Xiaofeng. His resourcefulness and wit are enough to deal with all kinds of conspiracies and tricks in the court.

With him and Hua Manlou, and with Shao Siming, a peerless master who is at the half-step heavenly realm, sitting in the court, the Ming Dynasty will be safe, the Ninth Princess, the emperor, can inherit the throne smoothly, and Su Liu can leave with peace of mind.

Lu Xiaofeng himself knew that the current court was at a critical moment in the succession of the throne, and the Ninth Princess still needed his help, so he could only nod and agree helplessly.

"Okay, forget it this time. I'll have another good drink next time I get a chance!"

"Hahaha, I promise you."

Su Liu patted Lu Xiaofeng on the shoulder and laughed loudly:

"When we have the chance, the three of us must go back to Hengyang and have a good drink!"

After saying that, the two looked at each other and smiled.

There is no need to say the rest, it can all be said in a smile.

Different from other disciples of Xuanzhen, Lu Xiaofeng and Li Xunhuan were the first friends Su Liu made in the martial arts world. Moreover, these two were not disciples of Xuanzhen, but guest elders of Xuanzhen sect.

Although Lu Xiaofeng usually calls the headmaster "Master", as one of the first elders to join the Xuanzhen Sect, his status in the Xuanzhen lineage is indeed not low.

Even with Su Liu, they were friends of equal status.

It's just that he is easy-going, cheerful, carefree and humorous, and never cares about his status.

But as long as it was something Su Liu asked him to do, he would do it with all his heart and soul, and he would be willing to risk his life even if it meant going through mountains of swords and seas of fire.

This is what friendship means.

Three cups of wine make a promise come true, and the five mountains seem nothing to you!

Then, let’s get back to the topic.

Su Liu looked at Ximen Chuxue again and said calmly:

"Ximen, Shen Lang is still alive. Do you think you can be his opponent?"

Compared to Tie Zhongtang who was rampant in the world sixty years ago, Ximen Chuxue is naturally much more familiar with Shen Lang, the world's number one hero who streaked across the sky like a meteor twenty years ago and shone brightly for a while.

No matter how arrogant he was, he didn't dare to say that he could defeat Shen Lang.

After a moment of silence, Ximen Chuxue shook his head and said with difficulty:

"Whether in terms of martial arts realm or swordsmanship, I can never beat Senior Shen Lang."

His words were meant to be modest, but they really came from his heart.

That's exactly what happened.

Even back then, Shen Lang's martial arts could only be described with the four words "unfathomable". Since entering the martial arts world, he has almost never been defeated, and there are only a few opponents who can compete with him.

It can be imagined that his martial arts skills have reached an incredible level.

His swordsmanship is even more profound and unfathomable. Even compared with the Sword Demon Dugu Qiubai, he is not inferior. He is one of the few men throughout history who can reach the pinnacle of swordsmanship.

According to the description in the original book, Shen Lang's sword has already formed his own unique sword art.

His sword intent is like a stream running down a mountain, rushing down straight and unstoppable once it starts; it is also like an arrow shot from a bow, going forth without return and impossible to stop.

Not to mention Ximen Chuxue alone, even if he and Ye Gucheng were tied together, they might not be a match for Shen Lang alone.

First it was Tie Zhongtang, then Shen Lang. After suffering such mental blows one after another, Ximen Chuxue's eyes were dim and his expression was haggard. Even the hand holding the sword was shaking slightly.

Chapter 623: What kind of swordsmanship is worthy of the title of Sword God?

Looking at Ximen Chuixue who had a gloomy face, Su Liu stood with his hands behind his back, his expression was cold and his eyes were indifferent. He sneered and said ruthlessly:

"You are right. You can never be a match for true geniuses like Shen Lang and Tie Zhongtang. Compared to them, you, Ximen Chuxue, are still very immature!"

Although Su Liu's words were cruel, they were the truth.

Ximen Chuxue's so-called title of Sword God is just a case of when there is no tiger in the mountain, the monkey becomes king. Although it cannot be said that there are no heroes in the time, so the young man becomes famous, it is almost the same.

In today's martial arts world, beneath the seemingly calm surface, there are countless geniuses and heroes hidden, and even various immortals hiding in blessed places.

Any one of these old immortals might not lose to Ximen Chuxue.

Although Ximen Chuxue can be considered a rare genius in the world, he is still young after all. Most of his sword skills are learned by himself, and he has not received any real inheritance or guidance.

The reason why Su Liu accepted him as his disciple and wasted so much time talking nonsense here today was to wake up Ximen Chuxue.

This sword genius with a natural sword bone was truly molded into a sword god.

And the first thing Su Liu had to do was to dampen Ximen Chuxue's arrogance, just like what he was doing now!

People can have pride, but not arrogance!

Especially when one's own ability is not enough to look down on the world's heroes, this kind of arrogance is the most stupid behavior for a swordsman.

It can be said that Su Liu’s efforts today were not in vain.

The effect is immediate.

Under the double torture of verbal and mental torture, Ximen Chuxue almost began to doubt his life.

Could it be that...I am really a waste?

Compared with Tie Zhongtang and Shen Lang, these geniuses, am I, Ximen Chuxue, really useless?

Do not!

no way!

I, Ximen Chuxue, started learning swordplay at the age of five, understood the sword manual at the age of six, and mastered the family swordplay at the age of seven. At the age of thirteen, I defeated Taoist Master Xuesong of the Tianshan Sword School. From then on, I became famous in the martial arts world.

not enough!

This is not enough!

Compared with a true legend, my current achievements as Ximen Chuxue are far from enough!

Ximen Chuixue's eyes turned red, his hands clenched into fists, his nails pierced deeply into the flesh, and blood was faintly dripping.

Although his heart has always been as cold as ice, he has indeed developed a bit of arrogance due to the flattery he has received in the martial arts world over the years.

The most specific manifestation is that he openly accepted the title of "Sword God".

To be honest, is Ximen Chuxue really worthy of being called the Sword God and on par with the Sword Immortal Su Liu? The gap between the two is no less than that between heaven and earth!

Thinking of this, Ximen Chuxue took a deep breath, then suddenly knelt down in the direction of Su Liu. He lowered his proud head and humbly begged Su Liu:

"Over the years, Ximen Chuxue has been a frog in a well. It was not until I received your guidance that I realized how vast the world is. Please teach me the way of the sword!"

Su Liu stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at Ximen Chuxue who was kneeling on the ground. A faint smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said lightly:

"Ruzi can be taught!"

"Since you have this intention, I will fulfill your wish."

"Today, I will teach you what kind of swordsmanship is worthy of being called the Sword God!"

Chapter 624: If Heaven had not given birth to me, Su Changsheng, the path of swordsmanship would have been like a long night forever!

What kind of swordsmanship is worthy of the title of "Sword God"!

Su Liu's words were sonorous and powerful, echoing in the imperial garden like thunder. There seemed to be an indescribable arrogance in them that made the heaven and earth tremble.

The people present were even more excited, their eyes suddenly lit up, and everyone looked at Su Liu, their eyes full of longing and expectation.

Could it be that I can see your all-powerful swordsmanship again today?

Even Ximen Chuxue forgot the sadness in his heart. The gloomy mood on his face disappeared, and was replaced by an extreme excitement.

Just now, the master promised to teach him kendo.

And it is a sword art that is worthy of the title of "Sword God".

Now Ximen Chuxue couldn't wait to see the unique sword skills that Su Liu mentioned, which was superior to all other sword skills and could be called the God of Sword.

At this moment, as if he had noticed the admiring gazes of everyone present, Su Liu smiled slightly, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

He did not rush to attack, but turned his head and said softly to Ximen Chuxue:

"Ximen, you should know that I am not a person with a good temper. The reason why I am willing to tell you so much today is that I can't bear to see the pearl covered in dust."

"You are a good candidate and have the potential to become the Sword God. However, you still need to hone your skills to achieve an unstoppable edge."

"Today, I will let you see the true skills of the Sword God!"

Before he finished speaking, Su Liu's figure suddenly disappeared, as if he had turned into a wisp of green smoke and disappeared into the void. When he appeared again, he had already arrived at the Taiye Lake dozens of feet away.

At this moment, Su Liu was standing in the air, wearing a white robe whiter than snow, with his hair fluttering in the wind. He looked like an immortal banished from heaven, but he vaguely revealed a domineering aura that looked down on the world.

This is an aura that is superior to all mortals, almost like a legendary god. Even a top master like Shao Siming, who is half a step away from becoming a terrestrial immortal, felt tremendous pressure under this aura, and even his breathing became a little faster.

And this is still because Su Liu has not targeted them.

If he wanted to, as long as he fully unleashed his natural aura, he could defeat the enemy without fighting.

“This is the realm of God!”

Looking at the Taoist in white who looked like a god or devil in the void, Ximen Chuxue's eyes were full of admiration and yearning, even a kind of fanaticism, and he murmured to himself:

"Only a god like you is worthy of the title of Sword God!"

And at this moment, Su Liu in mid-air finally moved.

He just shook his sleeves lightly, and the strands of sword intent seemed to be endowed with spirituality, quietly transforming into two light blue dragons, spreading out like the breeze, winding and flowing in the void.

Two sleeves of green snake.

But at this moment, the swordsmanship that Su Liu was going to display was not the signature skill of the one-armed old sword god.

This move of two green snakes in sleeves is just an introduction.