Martial arts: Stealthy martial arts at the beginning

"What do you want to teach me sword skills?"

Pojun in the inn looked at Duanlangdao with an extremely serious expression.

He discovered the fact that Duanlang's swordsmanship and swordsmanship far surpassed his own, and even surpassed the swordsmanship of his own father Jianhui.

He can send Yan Ying away with a single martial arts move for Ju Wushen, how can he give up easily when he meets someone better?

"The saber technique is actually very common." Duanlang said lightly after taking a sip of the food and drinking the rice wine: "My saber technique contains thousands of saber intentions, not limited to moves, do you understand?"

Duanlang shook his head while eating the food and wine in the tavern. Compared with the modern dishes, it was much worse, and only the seafood in Haicheng City could still be eaten.

After all, seafood doesn't need too many condiments, and the deliciousness can be tasted with ordinary salt and vinegar.

"I understand what you said, I'm not a fool." Po Jun nodded and said: "But I know that you have more than ordinary sword skills, just teach me one trick."

Ordinary knife method?Just kidding, your maid's sword skills are not ordinary, it's just that the girl's aptitude is so poor that she doesn't understand the essence of sword skills, otherwise how could she be in the spiritual state.

"If you have time to spare, why don't you go and watch Huangying practicing swordsmanship?" Duanlang glanced at him and then pointed to Huangying who was practicing swordsmanship on the grass behind the inn.

I don't know how Huang Ying integrated the seven-style swordsmanship in the original book. Anyway, he has already started to try the one-style swordsmanship after seeing himself use one style of swordsmanship.

This...is a genius.Ordinary people like Duanlang himself can surpass geniuses without obtaining a system through mutation.

So what's the use of being a genius?
"Huangying?" Po Jun glanced at Huangying, then shook his head and said, "He's not much better than Lao Tzu, let's see if he has a use for it."

Duanlang smiled helplessly and said, "I won't teach you the sword technique unless you can come up with something that satisfies me."

Duanlang doesn't want to break the army, of course, there is nothing for Pojun when he is old.

There might be some unexpected surprises here, right?
After Duanlang had eaten and drank enough, he left Pojun and went back to his room. He wanted to make up for the lost realm.

Sitting on the bedside, he took out a small brocade box from his bosom, Duanlang opened it, and put a drop of golden red blood in it intact.

Before Duanlang used two drops of the blood essence of the god fox to break through the early stage of the first calamity, the gas obtained by killing the people in the illusion broke through the middle stage of the first calamity, and now there is only one drop of blood essence left.

Duanlang swallowed the blood essence without hesitation.

It's still the same feeling, hot, expanding, boiling inside.

Duan Lang sat cross-legged on the mat with his eyes closed and slowly absorbed the energy of this blood essence.

And his realm is also slowly rising towards the middle stage of One Tribulation Realm, and there is even a faint sign of breaking through to the later stage.

"The knife begins with arrogance, but it grows out of anger. It asks the sky and shakes the ground. The knife moves with the heart,
And Huang Ying stood in the open space not far from the inn and meditated.

The hand holding the Jingji knife is also slightly waving, and the shadow of the knife changes accordingly.

He is deducing how to achieve the integration of the seven styles and integrate his seven emotions and sword intentions.

The first type of pride

Ao, the first of the seven emotions, is actually the easiest emotion.The knife hair goes down and goes up
The second type of Hengmei cold

Wherever pride comes, so does coldness.The arrogance of heaven and earth as the only one who respects me must be cold.Leng Ren Bing Xin raised his eyebrows, and there was no time to rest.Just because of the lonely heart, there is always something to fear

The third type of dementia

A cold heart is easy to be lonely, and being lonely is easy to be crazy.However, the sky fails to fulfill people's wishes, the infatuation is unswerving, and the pursuit is endless
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Indistinctly, Huangying seems to have found a trace of signs, but the signs are always signs, and they are still far from fusion.

However, only Keiko Takeshita was missing among the group of four, and Duanlang had no time or energy to take care of it.

That night!

"Squeak!"

Duanlang was sleeping under the quilt when he suddenly heard the door creak.

Duanlang didn't respond, he wanted to see what the other party wanted to do when he quietly came to his door in the middle of the night.

I have to say that the door of the room at this time is really rubbish. It is just a stick placed across it, and the door can be opened with just a stroke.

Then Duanlang heard light footsteps walking behind him.

A murderous intent flashed in Duanlang's eyes, but the next second he heard a rustling sound, as if?
what's the situation? ! !Why would someone come to their room in the middle of the night to undress?
Suddenly Duanlang felt that the other party lifted his quilt!

sky! !This is the idiot in the legend of Dongpu?But I'm a man!
In the next second, Duanlang felt that the other party had actually got into his quilt! !
He couldn't bear it anymore, his eyes sharpened, he turned his head and grabbed the neck of the person behind him.

"Fuck you, Huizi, why is it you?"

Duanlang looked at the woman in front of him in shock, never would have guessed that it was Keiko Takeshita who broke into his room.

What's the matter with this little maid?Disappeared all afternoon and then reappeared to run to your room?
Duanlang pinched Takeshita Keiko's neck and glanced down, and suddenly said slightly angrily:

"what are you doing?"

Takeshita Keiko said with a pink face and a sense of suffocation: "Master!"

Seeing this, Duanlang quickly put down his hands and got out of the quilt, covered Keiko Takeshita's body under the quilt, frowned and said, "Tell me, what's going on?"

Takeshita Keiko couldn't help showing a trace of disappointment on her blushing face when she saw that Duanlang had actually got out of the quilt.

Then he looked at Duanlang seriously and said: "Master, thank you for allowing me to avenge the murder of my father and enemy today. Huizi is very grateful, and I don't know how to repay the master."

She went to the Wishing Temple today to make a spiritual tablet for her father, and put Jue Xin's head in front of the spiritual tablet to worship for the whole afternoon.

Thinking that Duanlang has done so much for himself but he has done nothing, he can't help but want to repay Duanlang.

"You want to repay me, which is the so-called body promise?"

Duanlang frowned slightly, glanced at Keiko Takeshita and said, "Why do you think so?"

Takeshita Huizi pondered for a while and said: "I heard a saying in Zhongyuan that a great kindness can't be thanked, and only a promise can be made to repay a kindness, so."

"And why don't you talk about being a cow and a horse?"

Duanlang really didn't expect Takeshita Keiko to do this. Although he found that the other party liked him a little bit, he still felt that the other party was trying to make him avenge her wholeheartedly.

"I really like Master." Takeshita Keiko looked at Duanlang very seriously with a shy face and said, "Huiko wants to be Master's woman."

"Being my woman has no status at all." Duanlang spoke straightforwardly without too much nonsense, if he looked at him, would he be greedy?That is impossible.

"Huizi doesn't want fame," Takeshita Huizi shook his head and crawled out of the quilt, hugging Duanlang directly like this: "Huizi only wants to be the master's maid!"

The eyes are shy and shining with stars, looking at Duanlang with tenderness like water!

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An inch of time is a lip essence, and lip essence is hard to buy an inch of time! !
ps: reminder, reminder!I have been writing for two months, and the number of readers is only one-twentieth.So angry, so angry.