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Chapter 49 A mere drunkard
  Lu Mingyuan stood on the other side of the door and frowned immediately when he heard the other party's lazy and loose tone.

This seat?

What a loud tone.

After all, he is a person sent by his father, so he should not be neglected.

He slowly opened the vermilion door and saw a middle-aged man who was neither tall nor strong. He was neither handsome nor ugly, but he had an unattractive appearance.

His beard is thick but not trimmed, making him look very slovenly. He wears a bamboo hat and a cloth wrapper diagonally across his head. He seems to have returned from a long trip. His right hand wrapped in white cloth holds a bamboo stick and a wine gourd hanging from his waist.

There was a strong smell of alcohol on his body, and he could smell it from more than ten feet away.

He doesn't look like a Taoist cultivator, nor does he look like a martial artist with blood like a dragon, but a drunken drunkard.

The middle-aged man didn't seem to know what politeness meant. He stepped directly into the courtyard. After looking around, he looked at Lu Mingyuan, and then said with a smile: "You are the Sixth Prince. I have already read the Holy Edict. Starting today, , let me teach you martial arts. My name is Zhao Xuanwu, of course, you can call me whatever you want."

Lu Mingyuan glanced at this seemingly ordinary middle-aged man. He didn't feel any contempt in his heart. Instead, he was deeply curious about this man's identity.

As the saying goes, when traveling in the world, there are four types of people who should not be taken lightly: Taoist nuns, old monks, children, and drunkards. In addition, the more they look like masters, the more careful they must be.

Although he couldn't see what was so powerful about this person, he could see that his aura was extremely long, like a stone thrown into the sea, with ripples that could not be seen to the side.

Whether you are a martial artist or a Qi practitioner, breath is very important. Breathing means drawing energy from the aura of heaven and earth. The fewer the times, the stronger you are.

A mortal can take a breath in the blink of an eye, but a warrior can do it with a stick of incense, or even take one breath in half an hour.

He once read in the classics that there was a strange man in Southern Hanzhou who lived in seclusion under the ten-thousand-year-old iceberg for sixty years.

Lu Mingyuan looked extremely dissatisfied and made a probing question: "I want to learn sword skills. You don't even have a decent sword like this. How can you teach me?"

Suddenly, a hearty smile appeared on Zhao Xuanwu's face under the bamboo hat, he patted his bamboo stick and said: "Every time I swing my sword, there is no blade that can withstand my tyranny. There is no one in the whole world of Middle-earth. handle, so the knife is not wasted.”

Hearing these words, Lu Mingyuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It doesn't matter if he is a master, he is just a loser.

"You have such a strong tone, but you are not afraid of flashing your tongue? There are so many treasures in the entire Middle-earth world, how can you not find a suitable knife?" Lu Mingyuan deliberately showed a look of disbelief and raised questions.

Zhao Xuanwu smiled and said: "You don't understand. Ninety-nine percent of the world's cultivators are those who raise swords and forge swords. Who is going to forge a sword? Who is going to make a sword that can't be broken?" , where’s the good knife that can’t cut into pieces?”

"A knife is just a murder weapon. Almost no one cares whether it is good or bad. This is completely different from a sword."

After Lu Mingyuan heard this, he felt that it still made some sense.

Zhao Xuanwu took off the wine gourd from his waist, took a sip of wine, made a cheerful sound, and raised his eyebrows: "Boy, stop nagging, how far are you with your sword skills?"

"There are some things that I have to tell you first. I am very busy. I can only teach you for one hour every day for half a year. The rest of the time, you have to practice by yourself. How much you can learn is up to you."

"I understand."

After Lu Mingyuan nodded, he asked, "But why half a year?"

"I'll only be back for half a year, go, go, go. Why are you asking so many questions!"

Zhao Xuanwu waved his hand as if chasing away a child, as if he didn't want to say too much.

He raised his bamboo stick and tapped the sheath of the sword on Lu Mingyuan's waist, indicating:
  "No more gossiping, now use all your strength and try to slash me with your true level. Let me see what level you are and then decide what to teach you."

"it is good."

Lu Mingyuan agreed immediately, and the two came to the courtyard. He took out the sword from his waist, faced Zhao Xuanwu, took a deep breath, and held his breath.

Since he is using all his strength, he must use the power of the Winter Thunder Sword and the power of the Taihuang Dragon Elephant Strength to unleash his maximum strength.

The next second, Lu Mingyuan's limbs and bones seemed to condense layers of momentum, as thick as a mountain, as if they contained terrifying power.

The sound of the martial arts energy flowing is like thunder. Holding the knife in both hands, the dragon-elephant energy is injected into the handle of the knife, and the lower limbs and waist are exerted.

In an instant, the horizontal sword slashed out!

His whole body turned into an afterimage, and appeared on top of Zhao Xuanwu's head in the blink of an eye, slashing down hard with his sword.

At this time, Zhao Xuanwu was still drinking a small drink with a relaxed expression, his face was slightly drunk, and he glanced at his head with empty eyes.

Lu Mingyuan's sword had already been struck, and just when he thought the other party would take action and dodge no matter what happened, a scene that shocked him happened.

The knife in his hand seemed to be frozen in the air, and his whole body was frozen in mid-air.

Only Lu Mingyuan himself knew best. This was not a stop, but a great force that seemed to appear in front of him, making his blade unable to move forward!
  In this way, Lu Mingyuan became a sculpture, fixed in the air by invisible force. Zhao Xuanwu held a bamboo stick in his hand and took a step forward with interest, stroking his beard and looking at him constantly:
  "The strength is strong and the strength is heavy. I have initially understood the sword's power. It seems that the sword's power is level 4 or above. It is indeed good."

"The power of the sword technique is not bad. Judging from the habit and posture of holding the sword, I practice it regularly, but it lacks a bit of dominance and state of mind."

"I probably know."

After finishing speaking, Lu Mingyuan felt that the invisible power around him was instantly removed, and his whole body fell to the ground with a "pop".

"Boy, did you teach yourself your sword skills?" Zhao Xuanwu looked at Lu Mingyuan and asked with a smile.

"Yes."

Lu Mingyuan stood up and patted the dust on his clothes.

"The power of your sword is crude and the strength is acceptable, but its power is surprisingly great. It can kill four realms and five realms to build a furnace warrior. If you are really self-taught, you can be considered a talent."

After Zhao Xuanwu finished speaking, he raised the wine gourd and took a sip of wine.

"In that case, I'll teach you a trick."

"If you learn this trick, at least in the lower seven realms, you should be invincible."

As soon as he heard that the other party was about to start teaching, Lu Mingyuan's eyes showed anticipation and he couldn't help but ask:
  "What about the fifth grade?"

Zhao Xuanwu glanced at him: "It depends on you. The master will lead you in. Cultivation depends on the individual. I can only guarantee the lower limit. As for the upper limit, it depends on your future achievements."

"Bring the knife."

Lu Mingyuan handed over the knife handle honestly.

Zhao Xuanwu grinned, showing his uneven teeth: "Look carefully, this knife is very handsome."

As a result, Lu Mingyuan began to observe attentively.

After Zhao Xuanwu took the knife, he inserted the bamboo stick into the ground, then held the handle of the knife and pointed the tip of the knife to the ground. His eyes were very calm. But the moment he held the knife, his whole aura changed, as if the human god of martial arts was looking down. When in the human world, he reveals his pride.

He jumped up, his robes rustling, and then he fell down. He swung the sword and twirled again. The sword circled rapidly in front of him, eventually forming a circle of bright sword shadows, with no blade visible.

Two sword blades exploded all over his body instantly, like two green dragons swimming on the river. The sword intent was fierce and domineering.

The sword energy wandered around in a circle, its power increased again, the green aura became stronger, and the leaves in the entire backyard began to sway "rustling".

The wind suddenly rose, and the air waves formed by the blue dragon were like tornadoes, sucking in everything from all directions. Everything was covered by the tornado and could not be spared.

moment.

Not far away, Lu Mingyuan seemed to see the dragon falling, and the terrifying power caused by it could cause the sky to collapse and the earth to collapse, swallowing up the heaven and the earth!
  After Zhao Xuanwu landed, all his momentum dissipated. He threw the knife back to Lu Mingyuan, raised his head and asked:

"Have you watched it for a while?"

Lu Mingyuan had the "Hidden Dragon" in his body, so his understanding was naturally passable, but when he saw this move, he still couldn't figure it out and could only see the shape.

"I only understand a little bit."

Zhao Xuanwu smiled and said: "Can you understand it a little? That's good. I thought you wouldn't understand it at all."

Lu Mingyuan asked curiously: "What is this move called?"

"Tiangang Fulong."

Zhao Xuanwu answered casually.

"This move focuses on domineering. It can just make up for your state of mind. After the initial mastery, you should have no opponents in the lower seven realms."

Zhao Xuanwu poured the wine gourd. After finding that there was no wine, he turned around and said:
  "That's all I'll teach you today, just meditate on it yourself. get out of class is over."

Then he pulled out his bamboo stick and left the Qingzhu Hall.

"Tiangang Fulong."

Lu Mingyuan looked at the saber in his hand, still recalling the move just now. The next second, his expression changed drastically.

Because suddenly he discovered the knife in his hand.

Cracked
  (End of this chapter)