surnamed Wang

Chapter 164
The leaves are falling and the grass stems are flying. This is not the scenery of autumn, but the result of Wang Gangquan's sword.

There are three levels of swords, the lower level kills, the middle level focuses on meaning, and the upper level kills immortals.

Inferior sword epee moves emphasize the use of subtle moves to achieve the purpose of killing people.Medium swords, heavy sword intent and light sword moves, sword energy is a kind of sword intent.

Therefore, among the thirteen moves of Jinghong, the first twelve moves are inferior, and only the "grass and mustard" move can be called middle-level.

And the last page of the youth Hong Mao's paper clearly records a middle-level sword that emphasizes sword intent, and it is also the top grade of the middle-level swords.

……

Monk Laitou destroyed Wang Bingquan's dantian before, making him unable to use his true energy, and his state plummeted. Even if he could use a full set of thirteen sword moves, he still only had sword moves, which completely lost the original charm.

Now he used the sword style he got from the young postman, but it made him regain some of the original feeling.

No matter the three postmen, or Liu Luming who was traveling with him, even the hundreds of households who had experienced many battles, they all opened their eyes wide and looked at the scene in front of them in disbelief:
Not far from the post office, a tree with the thickness of a person's waist was cut off by Wang Bingquan's sword.

Liu Luming on the side subconsciously protected his waist, secretly thinking that if the sword was cut on someone, would it be worth it?

Wang Gingquan put away his sword and went back to the door of the hut, and said to the young Hong Mao:

"Practicing swords can't be done overnight. If you continue to practice what I said before, if you can understand this last move one day, then you will already be a super master."

At this time, the boy hadn't recovered from the shock just now, but subconsciously nodded.

After seeing Wang Gangquan's skills, his desire to become a hero deepened a bit.

The hundred households not far away from them are the more knowledgeable people among the crowd, and they also learned some kung fu when they were young. He could tell that this unidentified adult could be regarded as a first-class master in terms of force, but somehow, Compared with other masters I have seen, it seems a little different.

When they returned to the house, Wang Gingquan explained the main points of this pose to Hong Mao again, and then told him to practice more frequently, and then everyone returned to their respective beds, ready to rest.

Hong Mao's bed was relatively clean, so he gave it to Wang Gangquan and his wife.Liu Luming didn't go out often, after a long day of traveling, his upper and lower eyelids had long been fighting, and now he just touched the pillow.

Because of the previous lessons, Hong Mao who gave up the bed resolutely refused to sleep with the old Wutou, but chose to squeeze together with a middle-aged man who smelled bad.

Soon, snoring sounded one after another in the hut, and Wang Gangquan was staring at the moon outside the window, unable to fall asleep for a long time.

Since he traveled through time, he has experienced too many things, and his mind is no longer as pure as it was at the beginning. Now even if he sleeps, he still needs to be awake.

To be honest, he is very envious of Liu Luming, he doesn't need to participate in intrigues, and lives like a fool.

At this moment, Liu Luming who was beside him turned over and put half of his body on Wang Gingquan.

"Huihui."

……

The next day, early morning.

Wang Gangquan and Liu Luming were having their last breakfast in the post station, and it was time for them to continue on their way.

Although this meal only consisted of plain porridge and pickles, Wang Gangquan ate much more peacefully than yesterday.

"Brother Wang, did you sleep well last night?"

"What's wrong?"

"For some reason, my wrists always feel a little sore after waking up."

"Maybe it's overwhelmed by sleep."

Wang Gangquan took a mouthful of porridge expressionlessly, when Hong Mao walked over from the side.

He took out an egg from his pocket and put it in front of Wang Gingquan and said, "My lord, there is nothing good in this small place, you can eat an egg."

Wang Gingquan glanced at the young man, knowing that the other party was thanking him. In this kind of place, even an egg is a precious item.

So he didn't say anything, just peeled it off and ate it.

Liu Luming on the side opened his eyes and waited for a long time, but he didn't see his share. He also knew how to measure, and honestly lowered his head and drank the porridge, thinking in his heart that he must eat something good as a reward when he arrived in the next town. Take a look at yourself.

After eating and drinking well, Wang Gangquan said "go", and got up first and walked towards the door.

Seeing this, Liu Luming quickly drank the last mouthful of porridge and followed him out.

"My lord, please wait a moment."

At this moment, Hong Mao's voice came from behind.

Wang Gangquan turned his head when he heard the words, but saw that the other party was walking towards him with an oiled paper bag in his hand.

"My lord, this is my mother's dried bacon, you can take it and eat it on the road."

The boy opened the paper bag, and saw half a piece of bacon lying inside, which should be left over from last night.

"We're full, you can keep it for yourself."

Wang Gangquan ate an egg from someone else, so he would be really embarrassed to take another thing.

"My lord, you can take it. This is also a special product of ours. You may not be able to eat it in other places."

At this moment, Old Aconitum came over and began to persuade him.

Wang Gingquan hesitated, and finally nodded. Liu Luming, who was at the side, immediately stepped forward to catch it. To be honest, he didn't eat enough last night.

Afterwards, Wang Bingquan took another gorgeous sword inlaid with pearls and jade, and handed it to the boy opposite.

"I have nothing to give you, I will leave this sword to you, I hope you can become a hero soon."

"No, no, I can't take this gift!"

The young man quickly waved his hand and refused, this sword looked very expensive at first glance, a random piece of jade on it would be enough to buy dozens of catties of bacon, although he was stingy, he didn't like to take advantage of others.

"Take it, treat it as a gift from the master to the apprentice." Wang Gangquan said with a smile on his face.

"what?"

The boy didn't realize it all at once, but the old man behind him kicked his ass just in time, "Hurry up and learn from the teacher!"

Only then did the young man come to his senses, and quickly knelt down and kowtowed, "Master, please be respected by your apprentice."

The smile on Wang Gingquan's face grew stronger, he stepped forward and pulled the boy up, and then handed over the sword in his hand again.

The boy quickly took it with both hands, and held it carefully in his arms.

Wang Gingquan patted the opponent on the shoulder and said, "From today on, you will be the first disciple of my sect. The purpose of this sect is to beat him to death if he can beat it, and turn around and run away immediately if he can't beat him, understand?"

Although the young man was a little confused, he still nodded solemnly: "I remember it!"

Wang Gangquan's words seem to be out of tune, but they are actually summed up after he has experienced a painful lesson.It was precisely because of his smooth journey that he did not choose to run away immediately when he encountered a formidable enemy like monk Lai Tou, which led to the loss of his current cultivation base.

……

The carriage had already left, but the little apprentice Hong Mao was still reluctantly waving goodbye.

Wang Gangquan's unintentional actions made a boy's dream come true.

On the carriage, Liu Luming asked suspiciously: "Brother Wang, I don't understand one thing. Why do you want to give me the sword when you accept apprentices?"

"I'll give you the money back."

"It's not a matter of money. The main thing is that I chose the sword with great pains."

"Double for you."

"okay."

Wang Gangquan rolled his eyes helplessly.Perhaps this guy saw that he was holding a sword, so he paid a huge sum of money to buy one. Except for pulling it out at the beginning and playing with a crappy sword flower, he kept it in the sheath for the rest of the time. It's too cumbersome, so I just leave it in the car.

What Wang Gingquan did now can be regarded as helping Liu Luming get back a wave of blood, after all, it cost him a year's salary to buy it.

"By the way, did you have a dream last night?"

"..."

(End of this chapter)