Da Bong fights more people

"I told you before that starting from the fifth rank, everything depends on enlightenment! Your talent is good, and your understanding is also high. You can control yourself in a very short period of time and be promoted to the fifth rank. However, some people have poor talents and cannot fully grasp it in a lifetime. Controlling the power of the physical body cannot be promoted.

"As for how to comprehend the meaning of the sword, all I can teach you is experience. First of all, you have to reach the realm of the unity of human and sword. Simply put, it is to comprehend the profound meaning of the sword. This requires you to combine your own perception of the sword. Accumulate over time just work.

"Secondly, you have to integrate your beliefs into the sword. The world you practice with a sword is the belief of the person who created this technique." Wei Yuan taught earnestly.

That's right, my "Sword of Heaven and Earth" is a kind of sword intent. The belief of the senior is: nothing can be cut continuously, if there is, then run away.

"Wei Gong, do you mean that I have comprehended half of the sword intent? Then can I add my own things on the basis of "Heaven and Earth Sword Slashing" and make it my own "intention"?" Xu Qi'an was a little surprised.

"Children can be taught." Wei Yuan laughed.

At the end of the conversation, Wei Yuan suddenly said, "Do you remember the first time we met?"

"That time in the Observatory?" Xu Qi'an was not sure.

"Ok!"

Wei Yuan nodded: "The song you sang at that time was very interesting. I still remember that I stood in the strong wind, wishing I could shake off my heartache. Looking at the sky, the clouds moved in all directions, and the sword in hand asked the world who is the hero. "

He hummed pretty well.

"What about the follow-up? I like this song very much." Wei Yuan laughed.

Now, what I was most afraid of when I was a child was being invited to the podium by the teacher to sing in public. Xu Qi'an said: "In the future, Duke Wei will tell me the story of you and the empress, and I will sing it for you."

Leaving the Warden's Yamen, Xu Qi'an rode his beloved filly into the fence, changed his appearance with potions in the fence, and then rode on the filly and started on the road again.

After walking around for a long time, after confirming that no one was following him, he quietly knocked on the courtyard door of the outer room.

"Squeak~"

The courtyard door opened, and there was a fat old woman.

"??"

A series of question marks flashed in Xu Qi'an's mind, where is my concubine, my wife and concubine whom I worked so hard to steal, and where is my number one beauty?

How did you become an old lady? !

"Who are you."

The old lady stared at Xu Qi'an suspiciously, with a rather unfriendly expression.

Xu Qi'an simplified his name and said, "My name is Xu Qian. Why is this aunt at my house?"

"your home?"

The old lady's eyes became more suspicious, and she said, "Wait a moment!"

Without closing the door, he turned around and went in.

After about a cup of tea time, the old lady rushed out with a broom in her hands, shouting:

"Well, you ungrateful dog, you have come here after you. At the feet of the emperor, you are not a dog like you who can run wild."

The old lady hit her with a broom, Xu Qi'an lowered her head, dodged it, and sneaked into the courtyard.

The old lady screamed angrily, chasing him and beating him.

The door of the main house was opened, and the princess was holding a bowl of peanuts in her small hands, leaning against the door, enjoying watching the play happily.

Seeing her smiling like a flower, the old lady realized the trickiness in it. Leaning on the broom, she cast a doubtful look at Xu Qi'an and then at Wangfei.

"I'm really her man."

Xu Qi'an explained a sentence, looked at the young woman in plain cloth with a cheap jade hairpin on her head, walked over, and knocked a chestnut on her head: "Is it fun?"

The widow of King Zhenbei, the number one beauty in Dafeng, was beaten, and her face turned cold again.

Stubbornly ignoring him, she just said softly, "Aunt Zhang, you should go back first."

Aunt Zhang muttered a few words, leaned the broom against the wall, and walked out of the yard.

Chapter 1 Xu Qi'an: There Are No Waste Fish in My Fish Pond

After Aunt Zhang left, Xu Qi'an led the little mare into the yard and tied it to the trunk of the little banyan tree.

Only at this time did he realize that in just a few days, the originally desolate courtyard was filled with flowers of various beauty and beauty, and bees and butterflies were dancing among the flowers.

There is a fresh floral scent in the air.

Xu Qi'an took a quick glance and saw many expensive varieties, some of which were priced as high as ten taels of silver.

The reason why he knows the prices of these rare varieties is that the aunt at home plays with potted plants with her buttocks up every day. After the spring, she invests more than 200 taels of silver in this area.

Of course Xu Qi'an would not ask how much money his aunt spent on expensive flower seeds, since it wasn't his money anyway.The main reason is that my aunt's beloved potted plants are always knocked over by Xu Lingyin from time to time.

Every time, my aunt would be furious and teach her a lesson, and then said: Do you know how much these flowers are worth, you dead child.

"What's the matter with these flowers?" Xu Qi'an asked calmly.

"The yard is too monotonous, so I bought some flowers and planted them in the yard." Wang Hao said calmly.

The money I gave you can't afford these flowers Xu Qi'an murmured in his heart, and said "oh" calmly on the surface, showing that he was not interested in flowers when he asked casually.

I was thinking in my heart, if it was a bought seed, it would be a reasonable explanation.In half a ten-day period, the seed was catalyzed into a scene full of flowers. Is this the ability of the flower god?If this woman is thrown into the desert, it will benefit the whole world.

Following this line of thought, he thought of that small piece of lotus root. If the princess were to cultivate the lotus root, would it be possible to bring it back to life?

Daoist Jinlian said that heaven, material and earth treasures cannot be cultivated alone, but what if the person who cultivates is the flower god?

Thinking of this, Xu Qi'an was a little excited, but kept his mind well.

Seeing his lack of interest, the princess quietly heaved a sigh of relief.

"What happened to Aunt Zhang just now?" Xu Qi'an asked as he walked into the house.

He followed the scent into the house, walked to the stove, and lifted the lid of the pot. There were salted peanuts and some spices in the pot.

"She lives nearby. She fell outside our house a few days ago. She looked pitiful and helped me out. After that, she often came to help me. She also brought the peanuts."

The princess sat on the small wooden bar with the small bowl resting on her lap, and said:

"Her son is in the business of medicinal materials. It is said that there are several shops in the inner and outer cities. Because his daughter-in-law didn't like her, her son bought a small courtyard nearby to house his old mother. She said her son was so filial to everyone she met. She buys a house."

Xu Qi'an leaned against the stove, ate peanuts in salt water, smashed the peanut shells on her feet, and hummed, "What happened just now?"

The concubine shrank her feet, looked at each other angrily, and said with a sneer, "I said my husband is dead, and a little ruffian next door coveted my beauty, trying to get rough several times and take advantage of me.