Chapter 182

"Master, don't, don't!"

Ye Bei shouted anxiously, and his heart became a mess.

He knew it couldn't be said.

Because his master is not only hot tempered, but also famous for his fear of death and his recklessness!

Of course, it is precisely because of his recklessness that his talent is not particularly good, but he has made great achievements.

If it had been in the past, he must have followed the nature of shaking tianque, but this time it was completely different.

Ye Bei even guessed that the young man and the black robed man in the martial arts school were beyond the existence of Emperor Wu.

Isn't his master's little Wuzong looking for death for this kind of power?

"Master!"

When ye Bei saw that shaking tianque didn't listen to his advice, he simply looked worried and forced a green front on his neck.

"Disciple, you?"

Seeing this, the long sword at the foot of shaking tianque was hanging in the air.

"Master, please listen to the disciple's advice. We are really not their opponents, and we are not at the same level at all!" Ye Bei said earnestly, "and it's not their fault, but I'll make trouble first. You just need to give me the innate Lingbao, and I'll solve the rest by myself, won't you?"

"You..."

Shaking tianque waved his robe sleeve, sighed heavily, and then sealed Ye Bei's cultivation.

"Master, you?"

Ye Bei's face changed.

Shaking tianque waved his hand to interrupt, and then said in a deep voice, "although I have granted you cultivation, I can listen to you today."

"However, you also know my kendo. On the day of my martial respect, you will follow me down the mountain!"

Say it.

Shake tianque and go back with a sword.

Seeing this, ye Bei shook his head with a sigh.

His master is known as crazy sword. He will go even if he really dies for the sake of the sword in his heart. It's not easy to get this retreat today.

But now, his cultivation has been granted. This place is on the edge of Nansha, thousands of miles away from the martial arts school. He can't get through at all.

I just hope that shaking tianque will not break through wuzun so early!

……

"Sword light cross snow jade dragon cold!"

"Refreshing God, the night is not in the middle!"

"Poetry is not good. This word is really a good word!"

In the martial arts school, Yi Feng raised his pen and looked at his calligraphy. He couldn't help sighing.

"Calculate the time. Now I'm afraid it's close to the Spring Festival in my previous life!" Yi Feng looked at the cold outside the window and couldn't help sighing.

"Then write another spring festival couplet!"

Yi Feng found out two pieces of red rice paper, picked up his pen and wrote down two Spring Festival couplets on the rice paper. After nodding with satisfaction, he shouted, "disciple, don't nest now that you're ready. Hurry and paste these Spring Festival couplets to the door."

"It's master."

Xiao Zhongqing put on a big cotton padded jacket, took a mouthful of turbidity, picked up Yi Feng's two Spring Festival couplets and walked outside.

After pasting the couplet, he returned to Yi Feng.

"Disciple, now that you are well hurt, practice martial arts well!" Looking at Zhong Qing, Yi Feng said with a smile, "and this knife has been given to you for so long. It seems that I haven't taught you how to use it?"

"Yes, master."

Zhong Qing tightened the long knife in her hand and nodded skillfully.

"I've summed up three moves to practice Sabre as a teacher. I'm going to teach you these three moves today." Yi Feng put down his brush and said softly.

"What are the three movements, master?" Zhong Qing asked suspiciously.

"Chop, chop, chop!"

Yi Feng said with a long smile, "you should remember that all changes are inseparable from these three movements. As long as you practice these three movements well, the knife will naturally be freely wielded in your hand."

Said, Yi Feng took the long knife and played three moves for Zhong Qing.

After brushing, he returned the knife to Zhong Qing.

"In the future, you can practice these three moves!"

"Oh, good!"

Zhong Qing scratched his head. Although he didn't know why Yi Feng asked him to practice this ordinary three moves, he listened to Yi Feng's words unconditionally.

Autumn is fading away.

Winter is coming.

Outside, there is already a heavy snow.

Life, as always.

The three of Wu Yonghong are still opening up wasteland, and only half of it has been done for so long. Due to the weather, Yi Feng can understand this efficiency.

If the land is not done well, it is natural to carry dung.

With the decrease of Wu Yonghong's efficiency, Lu Dasheng also relaxed a lot every day. Generally, he picked up the dung in the morning.

But what makes people wonder is that he can have a good rest in the afternoon, but he always stays by the cesspit until dark. At the same time, he talks and shouts.

Zhong Qing is waving a big knife.

Practice the three moves of chop, chop and chop day after day.

However, the broken skull still doesn't seem to worry people. He doesn't go home all day. The gold coins hidden under Yi Feng's bed seem to decrease from time to time.

Of course, Yi Feng, who is addicted to calligraphy all day, has no spare time to mind these.

After another pair of couplets was written, a familiar voice finally appeared in his mind.

"Ding: congratulations to the host. Calligraphy has reached the level of God!"

"It's finally done."

Yi Feng nodded with satisfaction and looked at the two new Spring Festival couplets. Yi Feng shouted again: "disciple, tear the two couplets at the door and replace them with this one."

"Yes, master."

Zhong Qing put away his long knife, took down two new couplets and pasted them on the door again.

"The words written by master are really beautiful."

Zhong Qing patted her hands and stepped on the snow on the ground, ready to go back to the house.

"Boom!"

At this time, a human shadow hit from any direction and fell directly at Zhong Qing's feet.

At the same time, his mouth was full of blood, and the whole person became dying.

Zhong Qing was stunned.

Before he could ask questions, a man with a huge sword came not far from the door and slowly forced the injured man.

"Black sword, thousands of miles away, you still want to chase me. Why bother?"

The injured man shouted reluctantly.

"I want to prove that I am the first sword in Nansha!" The black sword said coldly.

"You've proved it. Why kill them all?" Cried the injured man.

"Because my sword never leaves a living mouth, so you must die!" With a cold voice, the black sword finally approached on the snow. He took out the huge sword and wanted to cut it off.

"Stop."

Suddenly, Zhong Qinghong stood in front of the injured man and shouted, "don't fight at the gate of our martial arts school."

After glancing at Zhong Qing, black sword directly ignored and raised his huge sword.

"Let's go."

The injured man shouted to Zhong Qing.

However, the giant sword in the black sword's hand has reached Zhong Qing's head.

This sword.

It comes with endless pressure.

Seeing this, the injured man showed a dead gray color, because when the sword came down, there must be no grass where the sword light passed.

Unfortunately.

Before he dies, he will involve a child.

He closed his eyes.

"Dang!"

But just then, a pleasant voice sounded in his ear. He suddenly opened his eyes. He was shocked to find that the little boy next to him picked up the sword with his knife.

"Zheng!"

Accompanied by a buzzing sound, the giant sword went straight into the ground and went half a foot deep into the ground.

"I told you not to fight at the gate of my martial arts school. Why don't you listen?"

The little boy's face flushed and a voice came out unhappily.