Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger

　　 Datang world.

　　 Emperor Jing, Chang'an.

　　 There was a long autumn rain in Chang'an city tonight.

　　 Patters, so that this old city with a long history is immersed in the thick but poetic rain.

　　 Accompanied by the sound of the ancient temple bell outside Chang'an for thousands of years, it is like a pair of ink paintings embedded in rice paper.

　　 The night is getting deeper.

　　 Qiuyu is silent.

　　 A flying sword wrapped around the letter, tearing through the lonely night sky, pulling open the curtain of autumn rain, and digging into the misty Chang'an.

　　 Ginger House.

　　 Deep courtyard.

　　 Zao Wou-ki’s eyes were like two fires in the dark night. He reached out his hand, grabbed it suddenly, and pulled the flying sword that fell from the sky.

　　 "Miss, it's news from Luojiang City."

　　 "It should be related to Fang Lang."

　　 Zao Wou-ki glanced at Feijian's letter, turned around, bowed and said to the courtyard house.

　　 Inside the tightly closed courtyard, the vermilion carved wooden windows that had been silent for a long time opened one after another, and entangled sandalwood drifted out of the house.

　　 "Oh? Luojiang Academy has just finished the last examination. It seems that the results of the screening of the "Yunling Pagoda" are coming."

　　 There was a lazy voice like a silver bell from inside the house.

　　 Jiang Linglong, dressed in neon clothes, walked out from the house with her bare feet like snow, stepping on the carpet that was flat on the ground, and looking at the mist and rain in the city, her eyes were shining like stars.

　　 She didn't wear a veil anymore, her exquisite and beautiful face was exposed to the air, as if she had fallen over the autumn night.

　　 Zao Wou-ki handed the letter to Jiang Linglong.

　　 Jiang Linglong took it, opened the letter, and smiled while reading it. The pear vortex on the corner of his mouth bloomed, like a pear blossom that has surprised the spring rain.

　　 "It will be the top of the mountain, and you can see all the mountains..."

　　 Jiang Linglong's silver bell-like voice, chanting softly, her voice echoed in the silent courtyard.

　　 For a long time, she put away the letter, lightly pulled a strand of blue silk hanging from the white forehead, and chuckled lightly.

　　 "Little prodigal son, seems to be serious."

　　 "He drew his sword."

　　 The girl, dressed in white cloak, stood in the sandalwood room, with a full smile, looking up.

　　 Suddenly saw the young man from outside the city, walking through the mist, facing the misty rain in Chang'an, drawing his sword away.

　　……

　　……

　　 Next to the fiery red stove, sparks jumped out unwillingly. The boiling kettle filled with water on the stove in the distance sprayed water vapor from the vents, making ear-piercing screams.

　　 Fang Lang no longer backs away, just a little alert.

　　 It’s just a sword, do you want to make the atmosphere so solemn?

The young man who hit the iron no longer hit the iron, but glanced at Fang Lang. The bronzed skin was covered with fine beads of sweat. He put down the hammer, walked to the boiling kettle, and poured the hot water into the porcelain sprinkled with tea. cup.

After 　　, the boy held the porcelain cup and handed it to the old man sitting in the rocking chair.

　　 Everything is silent and speechless.

　　 The old man took the tea, and the lid gently rubbed the rim of the cup, his muddy and old eyes staring at Fang Lang half-open.

After 　　 took a sip of tea, the old man slowly said, "Wen Ting called you?"

　　 Feel the rich and incomparable spiritual thoughts in the air.

　　 There is also the sharp sword hung on the wall, one of which is suspended and pointed at him.

　　 Fang Lang had a harmless smile on his face: "Yes."

　　 The old man raised his hand, and made a light stroke, as if there was a guqin in the air, the sound of the piano was played by him.

　　 Around Fang Lang, a sword with a handle resembles a necklace, with the inner finger at the tip of the sword, surrounding Fang Lang's neck.

　　 "That kid Wen Ting promised the old man, he won't tell the second man where the old man is..."

　　 "He broke his promise."

　　 The old man said lightly.

　　 "Kill you, the old man will go and slaughter Wen Ting, a guy with a weak mouth."

　　 Fang Lang took a deep breath and said: "Wen Ting is my teacher, I am a student of Luojiang Academy..."

　　 The old man raised his eyebrows, full of evil spirits.

　　 Like a dry pistacia, an old finger tapped in the air.

　　In an instant, every floating sword approached Fang Lang more and more, and the tip of one of the swords even reached Fang Lang's jaw.

　　 "The college that old man Cui is in charge of?"

　　 "Are you still related to the old man named Cui?"

　　 The old man said coldly.

　　 Fang Lang is about to cry, Senior, do you have hatred with the whole world?

　　 You have no grudges with anyone, you just say, I will try my best not to step on thunder.

　　 However, even though he was panicked, Fang Lang still smiled like a flower on his face. With a gentle smile, he looked at the old man and said, "Senior, I just want to buy a good sword."

"What is your name?"

　　 The old man sipped the tea, chewed the tea, said.

　　 "Fang Lang, Fang is always right, the wave of the prodigal son turning back."

Ok? !

　　 Fang Lang just finished introducing.

　　In the distance, the eyes of the boy with the red fruit on his upper body moved slightly: "Are you Fang Lang?"

　　 "The Fang Lang who killed Lin Yun?"

　　 Fang Lang was startled, am I already... so famous?

But the young man just grinned and gave a honest smile: "Chang'an, there is a lot of news about you, and many geniuses in Chang'an Academy and Guozijian are staring at you, clamoring that if you dare to step into Chang'an half a step, you will be discounted. Legs."

　　 Fang Lang's eyelids twitched.

　　 The young man sullied his hair, and said with a smile: "There is a Linglong girl in the entire Datang world, the best Linglong girl."

　　 "Girl Linglong went back to Chang'an two hours late for you. She suffered 18 more assassinations. They all said... How can you be so dear."

　　 The smile on Fang Lang's face gradually disappeared, slightly startled.

　　 After that, there was silence.

　　 He thought of the girl with starry eyes.

　　Changan, there is one more reason to go.

　　 just when Fang Lang was thinking.

　　 The old man made a soft voice: "You are Fang Lang, did you pull out the Fang Lang of'Liansheng'?"

　　 The old man tapped his hand, and all the sharp swords hung back one after another, as if everything had never happened before, and the shop regained silence, leaving only the beating sound of sparks on the stove.

　　锵!

　　 The sound of the sword being unsheathed, the lotus sword in the sword case behind Fang Lang was unsheathed directly and flew towards the old man.

　　 hovered three inches in front of the old man.

　　 The old man's trembling hand, he wanted to touch it but didn't dare to touch it.

　　 "What a lotus sword, the sword intent is restrained, Xuanyuan Taihua... With the body of a female streamer, it has cultivated such a sword, and I have to wear it."

　　 The old man was full of emotion.

　　 The next moment, with a flick of his hand, the lotus sword returned, returning to Fang Lang's scabbard.

　　 "That kid Wen Ting dared to let you come is really justified. Given the face of this Liansheng, I will give you a chance to buy a sword."

　　 said the old man.

Inside the shop, the tension suddenly disappeared, and Fang Lang felt the pressure on his body disappear.

Suddenly, Fang Lang was not yet relieved, but found that his body was involuntarily moving towards the old man, and the old man raised his hand, grabbed Fang Lang's palm, spread it out, and gently stroked it, feeling what was on Fang Lang's hand. Cocoon.

　　 "Huh? Such a thick cocoon. There is such a sword cocoon at a young age. It seems to have suffered a lot, and the future is terrible."

　　 It is a rare admiration on the old man's face.

　　 seemed to see the picture of Fang Lang working hard to practice his sword.

　　 "The juniors are good at two-handed swords. Nowadays, there are lotus students, but they still lack a left-handed sword, so I came to buy a sword.

　　 Fang Lang said.

　　 The old man raised his eyebrows: "Two-handed swords, there are not many people in the Tang Dynasty Association, you kid is a bit ambitious."

　　 "However, if you hold Lotus in your hand, the other sword can't be too bad."

　　 "At least, it's good not to be oppressed by Liansheng's sword intent, otherwise... your two-handed sword will be uncontrollable."

　　 The old man said lightly.

After 　　, sit on the rocking chair, raise his hand, and grab with five fingers.

　　 hum——

　　 An extremely clear sword chant, shaking away from the depths of the shop.

　　 seems to have a stirring sword intent, impacting every corner of the shop.

　　 The next moment, a sword that was as dark as ink shot out like a ferocious black dragon!

Ding!

　　 The old man pointed his fingers on the floating sword, and the black sword was quiet.

　　 "The name of this sword is'Black Yao', which was cast by the inverse scale that killed a black dragon under the monster world when Datang attacked the Nanhai Demon Que."

　　 "The lotus sword is mild in nature, and the obsidian sword is violent, like a yang and a yin, complementing each other."

　　 The old man rubbed the black sword blade and said.

　　 Fang Lang's eyes were completely attracted by this black sword.

　　 "Boy, if you want to buy a sword, this sword is most suitable."

　　 "You can see how much you spend, but the old man has only one test."

　　 said the old man.

　　 Fang Lang heard the words, sternly bowed his hands: "Senior, please say it."

　　 "That kid Wen Ting came to me to buy a sword, and he fought five moves in my hand. He was half dead and he passed the test."

　　 "Your boy is too weak, and the old man is not interested in taking action."

　　 "This way..."

The old man stretched out his fingers like a wrinkled Huanglian root, and pointed at the sturdy young man: "This is an old disciple who is also preparing to take the scientific expedition. He is studying at Chang'an Academy, a Badan martial arts master, and is the first place in the martial arts competition held by the Ministry of War Second place."

　　 "I asked him to be a 9th-dan martial artist. If you fight with him, you can hold on to a cup of tea, even if you pass the test."

　　 "If you can't hold on, you can roll. UU Reading www.uukahnshu.com"

　　 "Obori, you don't deserve to have it."

　　 "Liansheng...you are not worthy."

　　 "Dare you?"

　　 Fang Lang heard the words, a warm blood surged slightly in his body.

　　 He raised his eyes to look at the young man scratching the back of his head and grinning at him.

　　 Second in the Budo Contest?

　　 Peerless genius?

　　 The fifteen-year-old eight-dan martial artist!

　　 Yo, fresh chives!

　　 "Fang Lang... I like communicating with geniuses the most."

　　 Fang Lang's eyes lit up, and he smiled warmly.

　　 The old man "chirped" and squeezed the Obsidian Sword. The rocking chair under him moved straight to the corner of the shop.

　　 vacated the shop space for Fang Lang and the honest boy.

　　 "Xiongtai, Fang Lang loves to socialize most, dare to ask Xiongtai...what's your last name?"

　　 Fang Lang asked with a smile.

　　 However, the honest young man did not speak, but scratched his head with a smile.

　　 suddenly!

　　 In a chuckle, the young man actually took out a long knife like ink from the back of his head, and suddenly cut it off, and the air was faintly torn!

　　 Fang Lang's eyes condensed, and he also swept out Liansheng!

　　 Knife and sword collided!

　　 Sparks are rubbing and jumping!

　　The terrifying power spread along the young man's blade, rushing into Fang Lang's sword holding hand.

　　 The young boy’s eyes were like fire, pressing on Fang Lang, Fang Lang stepped on the ground, constantly retreating, retreating...

　　 One person presses forward, one person retreats!

　　嘭!

Fang Lang's back slammed into the wooden door of the shop. The energy formed by the blood from the young man's input of a long knife, behind Fang Lang, roared like a black thorn flower, causing the wooden door to burst into pieces in an instant. , Sawdust is flying.

　　PS; The word count is full, and the three provinces, the ticket call? Ticket call? Ticket call?