Chapter 20 My hair is all bald

Not far after Chen Sheng ran out, a haystack on the roadside suddenly exploded. Immediately afterwards, a sword light flew towards him at a very tricky angle.

Huh?

This time the opponent has improved and actually learned how to sneak attack?

Chen Sheng stepped forward and jumped out quickly, not entangled with him at all.

"Hahaha, stay well. Mr. Xiahou, your secret has been exposed. I will kill your bird sooner or later."

"What?" Xiahou Feishan pierced the air with his sword and fell to the ground with a cold face: "Then I won't be able to keep you."

"Please, old man, does your chest still hurt? Have you been coughing recently?"

"The sharp-tongued boy shall die!"

"Then come quickly, I'm worried that you won't survive this Qingming Festival..."

Chen Sheng escaped through the back window and had no time to ride a horse. He could only rely on his familiarity with the terrain and try his best to deal with Xiahou Feishan.

Ever since, the cat-and-mouse game has begun again.

"Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding."

He would run if he could, and if he couldn't, he would fight for a while and then run away. When Xiahou Feishan wasn't paying attention, Chen Sheng suddenly sprinkled the rouge and gouache over him, making the old man's head and face covered in mud, and then stabbed him with a sword.

.

"Ah... despicable."

The situation turned again. Xiahou Feishan turned around and ran away, clutching his chest. Chen Sheng stared at him from behind, chasing and slashing him all the way.

Sometimes I chase you, sometimes you chase me...

From spring to summer, from summer to winter, Chen Sheng never expected that the protracted contest between the two of them would travel thousands of miles and last for a whole year.

At the beginning, Chen Sheng could only stand thirty or fifty moves under Xiahou Feishan's sword before he had to flee immediately. Later, as time went by, he took fifty, sixty, seventy and eighty moves. The more he fought, the more brave he became, and his strength became stronger and stronger.

The longer it lasts, it can actually survive hundreds of strokes.

Powerful enemies put tremendous pressure on Chen Sheng, forcing him to make continuous progress.

Now, Chen Sheng has combined more than a dozen swordsmanship skills he has learned, and has reached the state of "integrating everything and doing whatever you want", and has finally reached the threshold of super-class!

One bitter morning.

Xiahou Feishan and Chen Sheng faced each other in the wilderness.

Snowflakes are falling.

The north wind whistles.

The world is vast.

Xiahou Feishan seemed to be older than last year, with all his hair falling out. He looked up at the sky and sighed quietly.

"Boy, let's stop fighting."

"Want to lie to me?"

Chen Sheng, who was full of energy, was very vigilant: "Humph, whatever you do, I can still persist."

"You can hold on, but I can't hold on anymore! XXX, XXXXX!" Xiahou Feishan jumped up and uttered a series of curse words.

Chen Sheng: "..."

Xiahou Feishan cursed louder and louder, and when he was most excited, he actually threw his weapon to the ground.

This time Chen Sheng finally believed that his opponent really didn't want to continue.

He felt inexplicably relaxed in his heart, but also a little unfinished. Hey, hey? Am I cheap?

Now that he said "stop", Chen Sheng became polite.

"How come senior has figured it out?"

Xiahou Feishan choked up and said: "Today is my sixty-sixth birthday. I want to go home and see the old house and Xiahou Xing."

"Oh, congratulations."

Chen Sheng clapped quickly and sang while applauding: "Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you goose..."

Xiahou Feishan's expression was distorted, as if he stepped on shit when he went out.

"What's the tune so weird?"

"I made it up myself."

"Then you are really blind!"

Chen Sheng was not angry at all, he grinned and laughed, and then said seriously: "Senior, please rest assured, I will definitely keep the secrets about Xia Houxing and Xue Keren in my stomach and will never leak them. Heaven can prove it.

, I, ‘Qualcomm’, am not a gossiper, otherwise I would be willing to be burned to death or struck to death by lightning.”

"real?"

"Absolutely no lies."

Xiahou Feishan stared at him for a long time before saying, "Okay, I believe you."

Chen Sheng said quickly: "Then can I leave?"

"Get out of here."

"Thank you."

It was finally over, and his thank you was so sincere that he couldn't even close his mouth.

…

Unexpectedly, Chen Sheng had just taken two steps when Xiahou Feishan flew back and stood in front of him.

Chen Sheng quickly backed away and held the sword casually: "Huh? You don't mean what you say!"

"Am I that kind of person?"

"picture!"

Xiahou Feishan: "..."

He said angrily: "You brat, what do you think I am? I'm looking for you for other reasons."

Chen Sheng slowly withdrew his hand and said doubtfully: "Okay, please speak."

Xiahou Feishan hesitated for a moment and sighed: "I have placed all my hopes on one person in my life. It's a pity that that person disappointed me."

Chen Sheng understood instantly.

——He must be talking about his illegitimate son Xia Houxing. Xia Houxing is like a sheep shit egg, smooth and bright on the surface, but in fact he is full of straw bag and looks useless.

"Then what?"

Xiahou Feishan said: "Then I want to pass on the swordsmanship to you."

This time Chen Sheng was shocked: "Why?"

Xiahou Feishan said: "Back then, I had a duel with an old man from the Yan family, and I accidentally lost a move. This is the shame of my life. I want you to learn my swordsmanship, and one day defeat Yan Shisan and break him."

The Thirteen Deadly Swords. As for my successor... I can’t count on it.”

Chen Sheng shook his head and said: "No, no, Yan Shisan and I have a personal relationship, how can I seek revenge from him?"

"pedantic!"

Xiahou Feishan angrily yelled: "There are no permanent enemies and no permanent friends in the world. How can you guarantee that you two will not fall out in the future?"

Chen Sheng continued to evade: "But Yan Shisan has withdrawn from the world now. Even if I want to compete with him, I have no chance."

Xiahou Feishan was at a loss for words. He frowned and said, "Well, I take a step back. You learn first and then talk. Even if Yan Shisan retires, his swordsmanship will still be spread. I don't care who you defeat.

As long as I can defeat the successor of "Thirteen Deadly Swords"."

"this……"

Chen Sheng thought for a while and agreed: "Okay!"

Just kidding, only a fool would refuse a pie-in-the-sky offer.

First agree to it and get the things in hand. As for the future, haha, who can control him in the future?

"Then take a look."

Xiahou Feishan drew his sword.

While demonstrating slowly, he explained: "The Kung Fu of my Xiahou family is called "Fighting Water Against the Current", and it has ninety-nine and eighty-one styles. This set of sword techniques was created by my ancestors when they were traveling against the river.

Since losing to "Thirteen Deadly Swords", after my constant exploration and adjustment, it has increased to 108 swords..."

Chen Sheng's eyes were bright and he was studying hard beside him.

If his swordsmanship is top-notch, then "Strike Against the Current" is top-notch.

Earlier, if he had not escaped and had a fair fight, he might have died several times.
To be continued...