Yangwu’s sword technique seems to be insignificant, but in fact, it is because he has not understood the essence, so he thinks so. Only those who have practiced Yangwu’s sword technique can understand the mystery of this sword technique.

Yangwu's sword technique belongs to Confucian sword technique.

The essence is the word "力".

Xiahou Swordsman was very surprised. Why can you see Chen Yanzhi's sword technique clearly and every move, but you just can't break Chen Yanzhi's defense. If your sword is fast, the opponent's sword will be fast, and your sword force will be heavy, and the opponent will be light and heavy.

Xiahou Swordsman has used all his strength to use his swordsmanship to the extreme.

Chen Yanzhi still had no sign of defeat.

"Chen Yanzhi, your swordsmanship is amazing. You really gave me a big surprise." Xiahou Swordsman said loudly, "Apart from Yan Chixia, you are the second master who can force me to use the forbidden moves. Take my last sword!"

The last sword is a killer move. Not only is the killer move of Xiahou Swordsman, but also his life-saving trick. In order to defeat Chen Yanzhi, Xiahou Swordsman even used the last trick.

Xiahou's sword was twice as fast as before.

Chen Yanzhi's sword also speeds up.

However, this time, Chen Yanzhi did not block his sword, but stabbed directly and attacked Xiahou swordsman's eyebrows.

The tip of Xiahou Swordsman reached Chen Yanzhi's heart.

Chen Yanzhi's sword pointed at Xiahou's eyebrows.

Fortunately, the two stopped in time, otherwise they would definitely "died together".

Xiahou Swordsman gasped with a complicated look: "Chen Yanzhi, I can't beat you. If you continue to fight, you will be both defeated and die together. Let's just tie."

Although Chen Yanzhi did not breathe, there were a lot of sweat beads on his forehead. These Han water were all driven by him with his true energy. In order to be realistic, Chen Yanzhi had to do this.

Xiahou Swordsman felt that Chen Yanzhi was not more relaxed than himself.

Chen Yanzhi thought to himself that he finally deceived Xiahou.

No loss or win, draw.

Xiahou Swordsman saved his face and he would not be disturbed by him again in the future.

Chen Yanzhi said: "Xiahou, your swordsmanship is very powerful, and you are worthy of being the number one swordsman in the world."

Say some compliments, but don’t have capital. Chen Yanzhi naturally wants to praise Xiahou.

Xiahou swordsman sneered: "Before defeating you and Yan Chixia, I, Xiahou, was not the real number one swordsman in the world. Chen Yanzhi, when my swordsmanship is improved, I will challenge you again. I will continue to look for Yan Chixia's turtle. Goodbye."

Chen Yanzhi breathed a sigh of relief and finally sent Xiahou away.

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Chen Yanzhi brought calligraphy and paintings to the county town again to set up stalls to do business.

Today, Chen Yanzhi set up a stall opposite an inn. As soon as Chen Yanzhi put two calligraphy and paintings, he heard a cold snorkeling coming from the side.

Chen Yanzhi looked up and saw a middle-aged man looking at him with hostile eyes. It turned out that he, like himself, sells calligraphy and paintings.

In the business world, colleagues are enemies.

"Boy, look at your outfit, you are a scholar?" The middle-aged man stared at Chen Yanzhi and said coldly, "Do you understand the rules? Don't you know this is my territory? You dare to come to me to sell calligraphy and paintings, which is really outrageous."

Chen Yanzhi was not angry at all and said with a smile: "The sky is dark and dark clouds are covered with rainstorms today. I came here to set up a stall just to shelter from the rain. I didn't mean to compete with you for business. Don't worry, I won't come to you to do business tomorrow."

Tomorrow, Chen Yanzhi will go to major scholarly families to promote calligraphy and paintings, and of course he will not come to set up a stall again.

The calligraphy and paintings sold by middle-aged people can only be worth a few dozen cents, and the best calligraphy and paintings are worth a few taels of silver if they are worth a few taels of silver. At least one of Chen Yanzhi's calligraphy and paintings costs more than a hundred taels of silver. The levels of the two are different, so Chen Yanzhi naturally disdains to compete with him for business.

The middle-aged man said coldly: "I hope you keep your word. If you come to set up a stall next to me tomorrow, I will definitely beat you up so that you can know how many eyes Mr. Ma San has."

evening.

An explosion came from the air.

Thundering.

The raindrops as big as peas fell down and hit the black tiles and slammed.

Chen Yanzhi took out a mixed grain steamed bun and a bamboo kettle from the package. He ate a bite of the steamed bun and a sip of cold boiled water.

The steamed buns were steamed by Zhao Yushuang. They didn’t add sugar. They still felt sweet when eaten in their mouths.

Cultivation can directly absorb spiritual energy and enhance true qi and blood. Chen Yanzhi is not as refined as before when eating and drinking.

The weather in summer is like a woman's face, changing as soon as you say it.

The heavy rain stopped less than a quarter of an hour.

A young scholar wearing coarse cloth clothes walked past Chen Yan to the stall with all his body.

This scholar was Ning Caichen who came to collect accounts for Jubaozhai.

Ning Caichen walked into the inn, the account book was wet, and the handwriting was blurred. The shopkeeper refused to admit it and asked the inn to throw Ning Caichen out.

Ning Caichen's tribute was scattered all over the ground. An inkstone rolled down to Chen Yanzhi's side.

Ning Caichen was unwilling to accept it, but unfortunately there was no way. He was just a weak and poor scholar. He failed the imperial examination and could only help others collect accounts and make a living. Without receiving the money, he even had food and accommodation.

Ning Caichen was quite optimistic. Even if he was thrown out of the inn, he did not give up on himself. Instead, he silently picked up his salute and put it back in his backpack.

"Inkstone. Where is my inkstone?"

Ning Caichen found that his inkstone was missing.

Chen Yanzhi handed over the inkstone and said, "Your inkstone."

Ning Caichen took the inkstone: "Thank you, my son."

After packing up the salute and carrying a basket, Ning Caichen suddenly found that he had no place to go.

I can't receive the account, and I don't have any place to stay.

Seeing that Chen Yan was extremely arrogant, Ning Caichen asked, "Dare you dare to ask, is there a place in Guobei County where you can stay without spending money?"

Before Chen Yanzhi could reply, the middle-aged man selling calligraphy and paintings next to him said, "If you want to spend money, just stay there? Then there is only Lanruo Temple."

Lanruo Temple is haunted, and it is well-known in Guobei County.

When everyone around him looked at Ning Caichen in surprise when they heard "Lanruo Temple".

If you dare to spend time in Lanruo Temple, you are really not afraid of death.

Ning Caichen asked again: "Then, where is Lanruo Temple?"

The middle-aged man smiled strangely and said, "Out of the county town, walked straight east, and three miles away, there was a gloomy ancient temple, which was Lanruo Temple."

Ning Caichen said gratefully: "Thank you for your advice."

Ning Caichen left.

Chen Yanzhi said to the middle-aged man: "Lanruo Temple is not peaceful, and there are many wild wolves in the mountains. If you ask the scholar to go to Lanruo Temple, you just want him to die."

The middle-aged man sneered: "You kid are so kind-hearted in ancient ways, but why don't you invite him to stay at your house? Lanruo Temple is indeed terrifying and gloomy, but the ancient temple there can shelter from the wind and rain. The scholar is brave enough, what's wrong with going to stay at Lanruo Temple?"

Chen Yanzhi shook his head and stopped arguing with him.

Middle-aged people are snobs, only accepting money but not people. Ning Caichen is a poor scholar, and only middle-aged people don’t care about his life or death.

Chen Yanzhi looked at the sky and it was time to close the stall and go home again.

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Before Ning Caichen could walk to Lanruo Temple, the sky turned completely dark.

"Aowu..."

The sound of the wild wolf roaring came from behind.

Ning Caichen shivered, endured his fear, and quickly ran towards Lanruo Temple. The wild wolf smelled the scent on his body and followed closely behind.

Ning Caichen tripped over a stone.

Several pairs of green eyes appeared dozens of feet away.

"The wild wolf caught up so quickly?" Ning Caichen was shocked, "My life is over."

When Ning Caichen was about to die of the wolf's mouth, several wild wolves suddenly retreated slowly and turned to leave.

Ning Caichen was confused.

It was at this moment.

Chen Yanzhi's voice reached Ning Caichen's ears: "Are you okay?"
Chapter completed!