Wudang Xiaodao Boy

Chapter 120 A Beautiful Life in the Palace

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"Oh!"

"Those who have survived ten strokes can leave their names!" Qingfeng said arrogantly.

"I'll take it..."

"boom!"

"What do you get~~~?" Qingfeng set up a pergola and shouted while looking at the flying away opponent.

"Young people, don't be too arrogant!"

"Boom!"

"Can you be called a young man without being aggressive?" Qingfeng rubbed his thumb on his nose.

I saw Qingfeng defeating one person, taking a sip of wine, and beating another person after drinking a sip of wine. In such a short period of time, seventeen or eight people have already been defeated, and those who can survive ten moves without losing, Currently there are only two people.

Qingfeng stood in the middle of the school field, staggering and yelling at everyone: "Who else is there!"

After such a day, no one counts how many people Qingfeng has won. I only know that Qingfeng's record is a complete victory, and there are only a few people who can survive ten moves. Since then, Qingfeng's reputation has resounded throughout the Ruyang Palace , the reputation is even higher than the two elders Xuanming.

After Zhao Min found out, he was really pleasantly surprised, and decided to step up efforts to attract Qingfeng, and even personally brought several martial arts classics.

"Daoist, come, come, come, these are some books about martial arts collected by our Ruyang Palace. They are all some excellent martial arts secrets. Daoist can learn from them, maybe they can help you master martial arts. The realm has been raised to a higher level."

Qingfeng randomly picked up a book and flipped through it casually.

...Hoo~~~!This little girl is really willing to spend money to win me over!The Quanzhen Sect's innate skills, one qi transforms three cleanses, and the frost-breaking palm.Good guy!This dish is really tough! ...

Qingfeng heard Zhao Min continue to say: "The Quanzhen Sect was also known as the number one sect in the world at the end of the Southern Song Dynasty. Their martial arts essence is indeed unique. It's a pity that the younger generations don't work hard. One generation is not as good as the next generation. It's a very good exercise, and it's only passed down the line of Daoist Qiu Chuji."

Qingfeng sighed with emotion. In order to persuade Genghis Khan to stop killing and return to the east, Qiu Chuji, the Taoist priest of Quanzhen, did not hesitate to travel 70 miles for more than two years at the age of more than 35000, to meet Genghis Khan during the Western Expedition, calling for peace and promoting great love. , is also a remarkable figure.

Qingfeng and Zhao Min have fought against each other, and know that Zhao Min's martial arts foundation is very solid.Qingfeng looked at the martial arts classics on the table again, Qingfeng was very strange.

... Zhao Min has so many martial arts secrets to choose from, so why should he seek the martial arts moves of the six sects?Didn't anyone tell her the reason why she can't chew as much as she can?Why do you like to learn Kumoji? ...

Zhao Min saw that Qingfeng just flipped through it casually, and lost interest. He thought that Qingfeng didn't like these exercises, so he said, "Does the Taoist priest think that these exercises can't enter your Dharma eyes? Then I'll go and exchange some." How are you?"

...Miss!It's not that it can't enter my eyes, it's that it can't enter my dantian!I really want to learn, but I can't practice internal strength! ...

Qingfeng then shook his hand and said: "The exercises I'm practicing now are enough for me, and it's useless to learn more. If you really want to flatter me, you can just get some good wine."

Seeing what Qingfeng said, Zhao Min was not angry, but was very happy. As long as you like wine, food, or even beautiful women, as long as you ask for something, things will be easy to handle. The most annoying people are those who have no desires.

Ever since, in the days to come, Qingfeng will not drink the same wine every day.

What is Moutai, which is Fenjiu, who cares!

Drink, just one word, Qingfeng only said it once.

Qingfeng now mixes Wuliangye with Luzhou Laojiao every day, and drinks it with Erguotou!That drink is called a beauty!

Today, Zhao Min brought another jar of Hengshui Laobaigan, and let Qingfeng taste it. After drinking for three rounds, Zhao Min said: "Can the Taoist priest accept me as an apprentice? It doesn't matter if you don't accept it, just teach me a few kung fu tricks." .”

Qingfeng smiled and said, "How old am I? I'm about to accept apprentices. Besides, you have too many masters, right? Can you learn so much kung fu?"
Besides, what can I teach you?Learn fingering?Can you learn from Asan to learn the palm technique?Go to your second master and learn swordsmanship?The stuff in Fang Dongbai's stomach is enough for you to learn for a lifetime.

You don't want to learn drunken boxing, do you?You are the princess, if you become a female alcoholic, the prince will kill me! "

After listening to Qingfeng's words, Zhao Min also felt that what Qingfeng said made sense, and couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

Seeing Zhao Min's unhappy expression, Qingfeng said, "Well, I don't drink your wine for nothing. Although I can't teach you any kung fu, from now on, I will fight with you every day, whether you are Whatever new tricks you learn, I will practice with you, the so-called practice brings true knowledge! How about it?"

"Really?" Zhao Min became happy again.

"Of course!" Qingfeng drank the wine in the glass.

Zhao Min stood up, picked up the long sword next to him, and pulled it out directly, turning the long sword in his hand into an upright grip.

In a turn, the sword light flowed, the movement was smooth, and there was a soft sound on the sword.

Just this one hand, it can be seen that her swordsmanship is indeed unique, and she is also proficient in this one hand.

The tip of the sword pointed at Qingfeng who was still sitting, and said condescendingly: "Please enlighten me!"

Qingfeng picked up the full wine glass again, looked up at Zhao Min, a little silly, and said, "No way! Why don't you be in such a hurry, at least wait until you finish drinking!" Then he raised his head and went to drink.

Zhao Min ignored what Qingfeng said, the long sword in his hand trembled, and another soft cry came out.

During the shock, the tip of the sword trembled, stabbing from left to right, pointing up and down, although only one stab was made, it was as if dozens of swords had been stabbed.

Under the light, one can only see the sword light lingering, confusing people's eyes.The shadow of the sword is misty, and the sword is full of cold air.During this move, dozens of swords were stabbed, all of which were aimed at Qingfeng's head and face.

Suddenly, the shadow of the sword dissipated, and Qingfeng was still sitting there, holding the empty wine glass in his left hand, while the tip of the sword stabbed by Zhao Min was tightly held between the fingers of his right hand.

Zhao Min was taken aback, and stabbed with all his strength, the sword didn't move at all, and pulled back, but it didn't move at all, as if it had been cast between Qingfeng's fingers.He was hesitating whether to abandon the sword or continue to persevere, his eyes turned down, and he saw the dining table in front of him, and suddenly his heart moved.

He raised his foot and kicked it up the edge of the table, intending to kick over the dining table and bump into Qingfeng, and the wine and vegetables on the table would also hit him. If Qingfeng didn't want to get his body covered with vegetable juices, he had to dodge with his fingers.

But as soon as she lifted her leg, Qingfeng knew Zhao Min's intentions.With a slight smile, he pointed vigorously.But hearing a crisp sound of "bang", Zhao Min's long sword was broken by the breeze.

This strong force slammed into the past, causing Zhao Min to fly backwards involuntarily, so the kick was naturally out of reach.

Throw away the half-trunk sword held between the two fingers of his right hand, put down the wine glass in his left hand, and pick up the wine jug with his right hand to pour wine into the glass.But he raised his head and looked at Zhao Min with a smile, shook his head lightly, and said, "You lost! One fight every day, please go early tomorrow, don't send it off."

(End of this chapter)