Humane Yongchang

Chapter 22
The next day.

Chen Sheng got up early as usual to practice martial arts with his brothers at home.

When the sun was three, an old man with gray beard and a hunched waist walked into the Chen's compound. Come in.

The half-eldest boys in the courtyard who were sweating like rain stopped their gestures when they saw the person coming, and shouted cordially, "Third Master (Chen Sanye), have you eaten?"

"Eat, eat, you practice your own, don't worry about what I do with this bad old man."

The old man smiled and waved to the young men.

When Chen Sheng saw the old man, he hurried up to meet him and took his arm from the doorman: "Third Master, why are you here?"

This uncle is the oldest and the oldest person in the Chen family caravan with the surname Chen.

Not to mention Chen Sheng, even if his father came and met this uncle, he could only be a good son!
The old man looked up and down Chen Sheng's chest muscles and biceps, which were gradually bulging, and the word "happy" was written in every wrinkle: "Listen to Erhuzi, you have got a good sword, bring it to the third master to see !"

"Hey!"

Chen Sheng nodded without hesitation, and let go of the old man's arm: "Stone, bring out a chair for the third master."

"No, the old man is not so hypocritical!"

The old man shook his head and refused, and pushed Chen Sheng.

Chen Sheng had no choice but to turn around, hurried into the inner courtyard, and invited Rui Zui Jian with a box and a sword from the room.

After he got home last night, he chatted with Qingniang for a while and then stopped, before he could take a good look at the sword... When he took the sword from Xiang Liang, he had already seen the system panel. Nothing has changed on the panel.

He guessed that his own mental retardation system might not recognize foreign objects.

He returned to the courtyard with the sharp sword in his hand, opened the jujube wooden sword box, and took it out with his precious hands and showed it to the old man.

The old man naturally stretched out his thin big hand to take the sword, but Chen Sheng quickly moved his hands away and said, "Third Master, this sword is quite heavy!"

Hearing the words, the old man laughed and scolded: "Your third master hasn't reached the time of burrowing yet!"

After he finished speaking, he ignored Chen Sheng's dodging, grabbed the hilt of the sword, and with a "keng", pulled out the bronze sword that was half the height of an adult.

Chen Sheng only felt the light in his hand, and before he could see the body of the sword clearly, he felt a cold air blowing towards his face.

In an instant, he had goosebumps all over his body.

When the young men who practiced martial arts saw this big treasure, they didn't even have the heart to practice martial arts, and they gathered around with a swoosh.

The old man stood in the crowd, holding the bronze war sword with one hand, erecting it lightly as if nothing, while the other hand slowly stroked the body of the sword, and sighed in a trance: "A good sword is a good sword for killing demons. Sword!"

It was also the first time that Chen Sheng himself saw the appearance of this bronze war sword... The dark lacquered sword had no patterns or carvings, only criss-crossing scratches, and even the blade had many notches and traces of rolled blades. .

Moreover, the shape of the body of this bronze sword is very different from the so-called Longquan swords he has seen on the Internet in his previous life. The widest part in front of the handle is as wide as a palm... At first glance, it looks like a big awl!

It is far less delicate and bright than those "Longquan swords" he has seen in his previous life.

But it is such a simple, dilapidated, and even a bit ugly bronze war sword, but the temperature around it dropped sharply after it was unsheathed!
In the warm weather in early April, Chen Sheng and a group of young men surrounded the sword, but they all felt a sense of cold wind and bleakness.

The old man held up his bronze war sword and looked at it for a while, before he tapped the tip of the sword and smiled at Chen Sheng, "I heard that son of a bitch in our house yesterday, you taught them how to play the killing box... Third Master, look at it!"

"Hey."

At this moment, Chen Sheng dared to have the slightest contempt for this uncle. He didn't want to stretch out his hand. He ordered the surrounding little brothers to spread out, and then opened the air and hit a killing fist.

"Black bear digs his heart!"

"Shuanglong grabs the pearl!"

"Twin peaks pierce the ears!"

"Bai He points some water!"

"Wan Jun presses the top!"

"Jade and stones are burned!"

The low-pitched roar was mixed with bursts of strong air tearing, and a complete set of killing punches went down smoothly without any pause.

When the last move, "Jade and Stone Burning" was blasted out, Chen Sheng's face was red and his ears were red, his whole body was boiling like oil on fire, and every pore in his body was emitting heat.

He exhaled a long breath of exhaust gas and looked at the old man with anticipation.

The old man just nodded slightly and said with a smile: "The shelf is still good, the skill is... Huaquan embroidered legs!"

Chen Sheng just smiled and did not argue.

His Killing Fist was trained by the system. He was confident that even if someone practiced better than him, it was only a matter of proficiency.

The old man is old and mature, and when he sees Chen Sheng's appearance, he knows what he is thinking.

But he didn't explain much, just raised the bronze sword gently, and said slowly: "Slaughtering boxing, the third master himself is not good at learning, so he will not be ugly, but the swordsmanship, the third master practiced three times on the grassland. Jian, Dalang, widen your eyes and take a closer look, the third master is old and can only play this time!"

After he finished speaking, he raised his sword, and the shrill sound of breaking through the air was like the little motorcycle of a ghost fire boy, which shocked all the young man present and hurriedly retreated.

"kill!"

The old man faced Chen Sheng, his brows glared angrily, and a roar like a tiger's roar came from his chest.

The next second, he took a step forward and slashed at Chen Sheng with his sword in the air, the blade was as fast as lightning.

Obviously it was just a simple slash.

Chen Sheng, who was facing the sword, seemed to see that this scrawny old man went against the black tide that was rolling in.

Destroy all armies with one sword!

"kill!"

The old man entered again, the sword was twisted horizontally, and the cold semi-circle carried by the sword was like a crescent moon breaking out of the sea.

In an instant, Chen Sheng seemed to see the boundless darkness rushing towards the old man.

But it was cut by his sword.

In silence, there seemed to be countless giant heads flying up.

"kill!"

The old man roared, his beard and hair spouted, and the bronze sword turned around and stabbed.

Chen Sheng followed the back of the old man and looked over, the straight sword body had a sinuous and fuzzy feeling at the moment.

It seems that what the old man stabbed was not a sword.

But a thousand swords!
A sword made of thousands of swords!
After finishing the three swords, the old man was out of breath, and without turning his head, he threw the bronze war sword across his head, nailing it in front of Chen Sheng as if he had eyes.

Chen Sheng lowered his head stiffly, looked at the bronze sword that was not even a finger long from his toes, and felt a chill on the back of his head: numb...

Say three swords.

Just three swords.

Not many swords.

These three swords, let alone swordsmanship, are not even sword moves.

But Chen Sheng felt that he couldn't take any sword...

"Do you understand?"

The old man was panting and shaking violently.

When a group of young men saw this, they rushed up to help them, and they went with the flow, lest the uncle wouldn't be able to get up in one breath, so they stuck here.

Chen Sheng blankly shifted his gaze from the bronze sword under his feet to the old man, nodded first, and then shook his head.

Seeing this, the old man smiled gratified and said, "Then think about it slowly... Originally, there were seven swords, but unfortunately, the third master has only learned these three swords after practicing for ten years."

He stubbornly pushed away the many young men who surrounded him, and walked out of the Chen family gate step by step.

The more you walk, the heavier the footsteps are.

The more you walk, the more hunched over your back.

Chen Sheng watched the old man's back gradually disappear outside the gate, and silently called out the system panel.

Just below the original [Martial Arts], another column appeared.

【Name: Chen Sheng】

[Fate: Seven Kills and Fate] (Luck Point +100000) (Frozen)
[Identity: The only son of the Chen family, a businessman in Chen County, Chen County, Dazhou, and the owner of the Tiger Hall in Chen County, Chen County, Dazhou] (The only son of the Chen family, a businessman in Chen County, Chen County, Dazhou City: Luck Point +240; Tiger Hall in Chen County, Chen County, Dazhou City Main: Luck Point +300)

[Martial Realm: Bone Forging Level 10] (Luck Point +[-])

[Martial Arts: Slaughtering Fist, Entering the Room (Consummate Skills: 400 Luck Points)]

[Martial arts techniques: Seven Killing Swords · Beginners (Beginners: 300 Luck Points)]

[Luck Points: 206/550] (24h/55 points)
[Talent: Stunning] (206/550) (panic the weak for three seconds)

"Three swords, three completely different spirits."

He murmured in a low voice in his heart: "The advanced level of Slaughtering Fist is only 400 points, while the Seven Killing Sword needs 300 points to even enter a door... It really is a flower fist with embroidered legs!"

He suddenly found out.

The usefulness of the Chen family is not only for these uncles and aunts who are in their prime.

Those poor old men who can live to retire in a business family like the Chen family are all treasure boys!

(End of this chapter)