Lord Hong

Tour Fuzhong.

hall.

"How about it, have you investigated everything?" The middle-aged fat man in purple robe said indifferently.

"Master." Qian Guanshi respectfully said: "Everything has been investigated. The source of this matter is Wu Ping, a disciple of the martial arts academy. After she left the young master yesterday, she went to see Wang Zun and said that the young master forced her to be together. ...and said that the young master tried to force her to have sex with him before."

"Really?" The middle-aged fat man in purple robe frowned.

"It's fake." Guanshi Qian said, "But Wang Zun thought it was real and was angry, so he bribed Guang Bing with a lot of money, and only then did the incident happen during the day."

"So, Liu Ming didn't target the young master?" The middle-aged fat man in the purple robe was thoughtful.

"There may be Liu Ming's shadow behind him, but his appearance is most likely related to Yunhong." Qian Guanshi added: "It involves Ye Lan, the daughter of General Ye. Liu Ming likes Ye Lan, but Ye Lan is interested in Yunhong." Hong has a good impression."

The middle-aged fat man in purple robe nodded lightly: "I see."

"Master, what should we do?" Qian Guanshi asked.

"Guang Bing, go and see his doctor, but remember not to let him die... Wait until he becomes a useless person, the Liu family will give him up, and the situation has completely subsided, before doing anything." The middle-aged fat man in purple robe said with a smile: "As for Wang Zun, he treated Qian'er so cruelly, like a bandit... Well, let him compete with the bandits on the way back to town to see who is more powerful."

"Remember, after Wang Zun's body is dragged back to the Wang family, you will go to the Wang family to interrogate the crime on my behalf, and ask for compensation for the young master."

Steward Qian nodded.

"Then Wu Ping?" Guanshi Qian asked again.

"It's not convenient for formal disciples of the Martial Academy." The middle-aged fat man in the purple robe said indifferently: "However, her family lives by the big river, and her younger brother is young... well, children play around in the water, causing big floods, by the way Destroying villages and eating a few people is just routine and doesn't attract attention."

Manager Qian immediately said respectfully: "This subordinate understands, I will do it right away."

Chapter 20 Brothers

time flies.

October [-]th.

Night falls.

There are not many pedestrians in the martial arts academy.

In the three halls of Qiuwu, Zundao, and Raging Fire, there are only a few lights.

Two figures were walking on the road of the martial arts academy.

"Brother, you have stayed in this small place for 16 years, haven't you stayed enough?" One of the men in black robes who seemed to blend into the night spoke first, with a silver handle more than ten feet behind his back. long gun.

"Yeah, it's been 16 years." A slightly vicissitudes voice sounded, and then he smiled again: "But there is nothing wrong with it, teaching disciples, practicing calligraphy, reading books..."

If Yunhong was here, he would definitely be able to hear that the owner of the voice was his master Yanglou.

The man in black robe suddenly said: "Brother, father often mentions you."

"Master?" Yang Lou paused, and the smile on his face froze.

The man in black robe looked at Yanglou.

"Master, is the old man alright?" Yang Lou asked softly.

The man in black robe nodded: "Father has been doing well these years. He lives on the peak to cultivate his body and mind. The old wounds caused by fighting with the demon king in the early years have gradually healed, and he is more energetic than ten years ago."

"That's good." Yang Lou sighed lightly: "He is in good health, the best."

"Senior brother, even the suzerain said that he didn't blame you for what happened back then, and my father never cared about it. Don't tell me you still can't let it go?" the black-robed man couldn't help but ask.

"How can I let it go? If it wasn't for me back then, Master might not have been stuck for more than ten years and lost his last chance." Yanglou said calmly: "The suzerain and master don't blame me, but the many elders and disciples of the sect How could you forgive me, myself, let alone myself."

"But, you can go back and have a look..." the black-robed man shook his head.

"Hehe, in the first battle, my meridians were damaged, I fell from the Guiqiao Realm, and my foundation was damaged due to a broken arm. It will be difficult to recover in this life, let alone become a Martial Immortal." Yang Lou shook his head lightly, Sighing: "Going back, it's just a joke. When Master sees me, he will only make others worry."

talking.

Yang Lou changed the subject, and suddenly smiled and said: "Fortunately, Master still has you. When I left, you just had your pulse not long ago, and now you can compete with the demon kings."

"Back then my father was constantly fighting outside. If it wasn't for my brother teaching me for six years and laying a solid foundation for me, I wouldn't be where I am today." The black-robed man said softly.

The man in black robe looked at Xiangyang Tower and sighed in his heart.

In terms of talent, the senior brother far surpasses himself. He became a martial arts grand master when he was less than 19 years old. He shocked the entire sect at that time. a step far.

Unfortunately.

……

Yanglou chatted with the man in black.

"hu~hu~"

A faint voice came from the Raging Fire Palace not far away.

"Is someone practicing?" The black-robed man said in surprise, "It's so late, and you're still practicing hard? Brother, this should be the Raging Fire Hall of your martial arts academy."

"Well, it should be Yun Hong." Yang Lou nodded and said, "Don't disturb him, let's go to the second floor and have a look."

Two people.

One has suffered a great loss in martial arts but still has the strength of a martial arts master, and the other is beyond ordinary people's imagination, instantly turning into two phantoms, entering the Raging Fire Hall from the road, and floating up the stairs to the second floor.

A body-tempered fifth-layer guard who was yawning in the guard room at the entrance didn't notice it at all.

In the Raging Fire Hall, the surrounding rooms are divided into upper and lower floors, but the martial arts hall in the center is connected to the first and second floors, so you can see the martial arts hall from the second floor.

Yanglou and the man in black stood under the darkness.

In the martial arts hall.

A young man with a height of nearly 1.8 meters, wearing a military uniform already drenched with sweat, has a blurred figure, holding a long sword, practicing sword skills, the sword light is erratic, like wind and electricity.

All in one word.

fast.

"Wind Feather Sword?" The black-robed man was a little surprised, and couldn't help looking at Xiang Yanglou: "Brother, is this your disciple?"

old days.

When I was on the mountain, what my senior brother taught me was "Falling Feather Spear" which is in the same line as "Wind Feather Sword".

"Well, I've been teaching him for several years." Yang Lou nodded lightly: "I'm 15 years old this year, and I've just congealed my pulse not long ago."

"Congealing pulse at 15 years old?"

The black-robed man's eyes could not help but brighten, and he couldn't help but said: "Brother, are you going to send him to the sect? With your teaching foundation, there will be no problem. If you go to the sect to sharpen it for a few years, there is every hope that you can step into the sect before the age of 20." Return to the Aperture Realm."

"Forget it, I mentioned it to him, but he was reluctant." Yang Lou shook his head lightly.

"Not willing?" The man in black robe was taken aback.

"He was born in a poor family, raised by his elder brother and sister-in-law, and... I can see that he is bound by his family, and if the family is not settled properly, he cannot pursue martial arts without any scruples." Say it.

"Brother, do you want me to help?" the black-robed man asked softly.

"It's easy to enter the outer courtyard of the sect at the age of 15." Yang Lou shook his head and said, "However, even if you help him to settle his family in the sect city, you can only help him for a while. After that, more than half of the death rate, no one can tell the result, this is what Yunhong is worried about."

The man in black robe couldn't help but nodded.

He has seen many such situations.

Just like some small clans were lucky enough to be born with an immortal, unless it was absolutely necessary, this immortal would not fight the demon king and demon god, not because he was afraid of death, but more for the sake of the clan.

The same is true of Yunhong.

"Even if I don't join the sect, I still believe in Yunhong."

Yanglou said calmly: "I didn't give him any external help except teaching him swordsmanship. Under such circumstances, he can congeal his pulse at the age of 15."

"And he cultivates hard enough. He practices boxing and swordsmanship for at least six hours a day. These days, he stays in the Raging Fire Palace all day to practice hard. He works much harder than you did back then." Yanglou laughed.

The black-robed man laughed.

"Although the resources of the Ningyang County Courtyard are not as good as those of the Zongmen, they are still ten times better than before. Yunhong will definitely be able to soar into the sky if he enters it." Yang Lou said with emotion: "When he comes out of the County Courtyard, if he can reach the psychic state, It won't be too late for me to take him to the sect."

"That's fine too." The black-robed man nodded.

"Let's go, he is only one opportunity away from mastering swordsmanship, and he can only rely on himself, so don't bother him." Yang Lou said with a smile: "The Zuixuanlou in Donghe County has a 'pig head meat' that tastes very good. It’s not bad, this time is just right, let’s go and try it together.”

"Senior brother said yes, it's definitely not bad." The black-robed man smiled.

The two left the Raging Fire Palace without making a sound.

……

In the martial arts hall.

Yunhong didn't know that his master and a "mysterious uncle" had come to him to practice.

He is immersed in practice.

On the night when You gave a large amount of lingmi and 500 taels of silver notes, after discussing with his elder brother and sister-in-law, Yunhong decided to stay in closed-door training in the Raging Fire Hall before the NO.15 Hall of Fame.

My sister-in-law comes to deliver meals three times a day.

All of them are spirit rice, as well as monster meat that nourishes qi and blood, which cost a lot of money to buy. Although monster meat is slightly cheaper than spirit rice, Yunhong needs a much larger amount than spirit rice.

Eldest brother Yunyuan, during this period of time, he also minimized the work on the pier and stayed at home to help more.

whole family.

They are all only for the selection and assessment of Yunhong's martial arts academy and the county academy.

Chapter 21 Moving with the Wind

time flies.

Yun Hong kept practicing his sword.

"Wind Feather Sword" 64 moves, after more than half a year of practice, he has long been proficient, especially in these four or five days, apart from eating and sleeping, he is practicing hard.

It can be called non-stop day and night.

Until today, Yunhong finally comprehended a trace of the true mystery of "Wind Feather Sword".

The 64 swordsmanship moves, some are attacking moves, some are defensive moves, some are using force to strike, some are swift thrusts... It seems different, but in fact, these 64 moves are all the same in essence.

Four words - move with the wind.

this wind.

Not the wind that blows.

It refers to the air fluctuations caused by the battle, and there are traces to follow. The highest level of the Fengyu sword is to make each sword of the practitioner follow the air fluctuations, so that the sword can be drawn faster.

Master duel.

fast and slow.

Namely life and death.

The 64-style swordsmanship is only to help the swordsman better capture the wind, so that he can look for the fleeting opportunity in the life-and-death fight, and draw the sword faster than the enemy.

"According to Yang Master's teaching, when the Feng Yu Sword has been cultivated to a perfect state, it will no longer stick to the sword itself, and each sword can completely fit in the fluctuation of the wind."

Yun Hong was thinking while practicing his sword.

Move with the wind.

This was taught by Yanglou a long time ago, and Yunhong has long remembered it.

But if he hadn't practiced thousands of times in the past six months, hadn't really cultivated with his heart, and realized with his heart, no matter how much Yunhong knew, it would be impossible for him to do it in this lifetime.

Just knowing it is impossible to comprehend.

It depends on practice.

It is possible to realize it only by experiencing it personally.

"Fighting will cause air fluctuations. My sword must follow this fluctuation." Yun Hong felt silently, but the sword technique in his hand was changing suddenly.

Sometimes it is weird and unpredictable, sometimes it is fast and unstoppable, sometimes it is as thick as a mountain, and sometimes it is rampant...

One trick after another.

There are two completely different styles, but at this moment, in Yunhong's hands, they are extremely good at displaying them, as if they are one. The most important point is that.