() "Brother Murong, don't say that. I don't have any ambitions. If I have to be famous in the world, that's all vanity. I just want to develop powerful skills, not be bullied by others, and be able to protect the people around me.
I will be satisfied if I can get back my lost relatives." Chu Lang sighed, thinking of the scene when the Chu family fell apart more than ten years ago.
"This idea is also very ambitious. Recovering your loved ones and protecting the people around you requires a certain amount of martial arts ability. If you are strong in martial arts, at least no one will be able to bully you. It will also be more beneficial for you to find your loved ones as soon as possible."
Murong Zhen smiled and encouraged.
"Brother Murong is right. I also want to improve my cultivation as soon as possible. However, after ten years of daily practice, there is still no big breakthrough. I have been trapped in the spiritual void realm for so long. I am also impatient. Maybe my qualifications are too poor.
Because." Chu Lang said a little disappointed.
"Brother Chu, don't look down on yourself so much. In fact, your qualifications are not bad. Maybe it's because the martial arts you practice are too ordinary. A person's martial arts level is inseparable from his martial arts mentality and profound and exquisite martial arts moves.
Of course, it is more about personal understanding and perception of martial arts. This is not something that can be solved in a day or two. It requires long-term accumulation over a long period of time to achieve something big." Murong Zhen comforted him with a calm smile.
"I understand, in fact, it's just a complaint. Brother Murong, don't worry, I am not so easily knocked down by difficulties. No one in this world can completely knock me down except me." It was rare for Chu Lang to have anyone listen to his complaints.
He also conscientiously comforted himself, and the depressed air in his heart relaxed, and he became heroic and energetic.
"Okay, let's just say this to you, let's do it." Murong Zhen laughed loudly.
"Here, cheers."
"Brother Chu, if you don't mind, I'll teach you three sword skills. Nothing else can help you, but I may be able to save your life at a critical moment." It's rare for Murong Zhen to meet someone he likes here, and the two of them drank heavily.
He was so happy that he thought of helping Chu Lang.
"Brother Murong, you don't mind this. I have a sect. Have you forgotten, brother, that I am an outer disciple of the Qianya Peak Tianming Sword Sect outside Yunzhou City." Chu Lang briefly explained himself again.
The origin of.
"Why would I mind? I've seen you before. I've been to the Tianming Sword Sect a few days ago. I can only say that it's a pretty decent sect. Wherever you come from, it's pretty good. You don't have to feel too inferior.
You have to rely on yourself for everything. Others only provide you with a direction and guidance. In the end, you have to walk on your own to succeed." Murong Zhen took a glass of wine and drank it in one gulp, smiling.
"Where is Brother Murong from and what is the name of your sect?" Chu Lang asked curiously.
He believed in his intuition. Murong Zhen was definitely a person with a higher level of cultivation than the sect leader, and he didn't know who was more powerful than the sect's great uncle, Morong.
"Brother, I am alone. I don't have any disciples. I have learned and learned through my years of wandering around the world. Brother Chu, close your eyes and meditate quietly. I will teach you three sword moves." Murong Zhenhuan.
He drank a glass of wine slowly and said slowly.
Chu Lang sat on the bench and closed his eyes. He calmed down according to the preparation state during practice, and relaxed his mind into a meditative state.
Suddenly, a cool breath shot in between his eyebrows. Chu Lang felt that the spiritual platform was clear. Suddenly, a space entered in his mind. There was a figure waving a sword in it. The speed was neither urgent nor slow. Chu Lang could clearly see each step.
One move for every move.
Chu Lang has never seen such exquisite sword moves. For the Lingxu Nine Swords, Chu Lang has been practicing for ten years every day, and he has already reached the point of mastery.
At the first sight of this set of swordsmanship, Chu Lang knew that there was a world outside the world, and there were people outside the world, so he couldn't help but start to silently speculate on the exquisiteness of the swordsmanship.
After a long time, Chu Lang slowly opened his eyes with a look of surprise, clasped his fists and said, "Thank you, Brother Murong, for your kindness. I can't thank you enough for it. If he needs me again, just ask him."
"Brother Chu, you're welcome. As long as you practice this sword technique carefully, it will be the greatest reward for me. Just don't bury this sword technique." Murong Zhen waved his hand and said calmly.
"By the way, what's the name of this sword technique?" Chu Lang just took a rough look at it. The sword technique was exquisite, sharp and unpredictable, so he couldn't help but ask.
"Actually, I don't know. I call it Zuiyun Sword. I also evolved and modified this set of swordsmanship on the basis of a set of unknown swordsmanship. Although there are only three simple swords, each sword contains
Sword moves are complicated, sword intentions are different, both offensive and defensive, but I don't want to go into too many details. I hope you can understand and understand these things with your own heart. Only in this way can you become your own sword technique and exert the power of this sword technique.
"Murong Zhen said with a serious face.
"Brother Murong, I understand what you mean. I will figure out the sword meaning of this sword technique whenever I have time, and try my best to integrate it for my own use." Chu Lang nodded.
"That's good, let's continue drinking." Murong Zhen asked the boss for another jar of wine, and the two continued to chat about interesting things in the world.
Chu Lang and Murong Zhen were having a good time drinking. They had similar interests and talked about many topics.
Suddenly, a group of people came from a distance. Four tough men came over slowly, carrying a sedan and shouting.
Chu Lang frowned. Chu Lang could tell at a glance that these people were from the martial arts world, and their martial arts were all at the Lingkong realm, which was a level higher than his own. He must have thought that the martial arts cultivation of the people in the sedan was not low.
The three people at the table who had been sitting next to them for a long time suddenly changed their expressions. An old man and two young people, a man and a woman, were already here when Chu Lang rushed over.
"Uncle, what should I do? They caught up so quickly. We fought hard." The man snorted coldly.
"Brother, we can't beat him. Uncle, let's run away quickly. We're still in a hurry now." The woman glanced at the man walking in the distance and said hastily.
"Don't worry, you two. We can't leave. They already know about us. I'll tell her. I hope she can give your father face and not make things difficult for us." The old man said solemnly with a wrinkled face.
Chu Lang took a quick glance and saw that the three people were sitting there with ugly faces. Hearing them say that they came because of the people who came, Chu Lang was very confused about who was sitting in the sedan that made these three people so scared.
Chu Lang couldn't resist his curiosity and looked at the sedan that was approaching. Four big men gently put down the sedan, the door curtain was gently lifted, and a plump young woman walked out.
The young woman's posture was beautiful and mature, making Chu Lang look at her without blinking an eye. Under the mature and bright clothes, Chu Lang guessed that the woman's appearance was only about thirty years old, and her hair was tied up with jade hairpins to add charm.
Complete.
The smiling eyes under a pair of beautiful eyebrows are clear and moving, and a faint smile hangs on the mouth under the bridge of the nose. It makes people feel that this person is in a very calm and relaxed mood, and does not seem to pay attention to the many people in front of him.
, it can be seen that he is a person who is used to wind and rain.
"When did the people from Tingfeng Pavilion come out to travel around the world? It's really rare." Murong Zhen recognized the person, but was very surprised, and said to himself.
"Brother Murong, do you know this person's identity?" Chu Lang asked curiously.
Murong Zhen nodded and said, "Well, don't talk, it's none of our business."
Chu Lang nodded and remained silent, but a man behind the woman followed the woman and came under the pergola to clear a table for the woman to sit down.
"Concubine Murong, what do you want? I admit that it is my nephew who is wrong, but we have apologized before, why can't you let us live?" The old man stood up and said coldly.
"Concubine Murong, what a nice name." Chu Lang said secretly to himself.
The old man said this to the beautiful young woman sitting next to him. Unfortunately, Concubine Murong raised her eyebrows and quietly took a sip of water, completely ignoring the old man's question.
"My master said, just keep a pair of his eyes." The strong man standing next to Concubine Murong snorted coldly.
"Didn't you just look at me one more time? You are so vicious and want to take out my eyes. You are too cruel." If the young man could not defeat them, he would have been rude long ago. Now he could only shout loudly.
"Why are you here?" Concubine Murong said something incomprehensible.
However, Murong Zhen knew that she was asking him. He drank a glass of wine with Chu Lang and said slowly: "I am going to Caidie City and happened to pass by here. Why are you here, Lord Mu?"
"I'm here to find that naughty girl, and I'm here to get a pair of eyes." Murong Fei's voice was calm and indifferent, but the words she said were so vicious, which made Chu Lang next to him tremble. He couldn't help but turn around and look at Mu Rong Fei carefully.
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"What are you looking at? Be careful, I will dig out your eyes." The man next to him shouted when he saw Chu Lang standing still and looking at Concubine Mu Rong.
Chu Lang swallowed his saliva. He was a little lost and didn't hear the strong man's drink. He murmured to himself: "It's so beautiful. Why does it feel so familiar? I've seen it somewhere."
"Little brother, do you think I'm beautiful?" Murong Fei said softly.
"Don't say, she is not a good person and will gouge your eyes out." The girl among the three people at the table next to her hurriedly reminded her loudly.
"Little sister, am I as bad as you say?" Concubine Murong said with a charming smile.
"Hmph, didn't my brother just take one look at me? She wants to take out my brother's eyes. She is really a vicious woman, and she still claims that she is not bad." The girl snorted.
"Xue'er, don't talk. I ordered Linghu Yu of Hushan Villa to say that my nephew Linghu Xu has offended many people before. I hope Pavilion Master Mu can forgive me." Linghu Yu knew that if he used force, he would definitely not be his opponent.
Maybe he hopes that the other party will know the reputation of Linghu Villa and be more lenient.
"Uncle, we don't have to be afraid of her, as long as she is strong in martial arts?" Linghu Xu snorted coldly.
"Yes, uncle, at worst, we'll have to fight for her." Linghu Feixue said softly.
"You two, shut up, Pavilion Master Mu. I'm so ashamed that my nephew and niece have been arrogant since childhood." Linghu Yu's face changed slightly, and he hurriedly held his fists and said to Concubine Murong.
"Since you said so, I will give face to the master of your village, so I won't care about it today." Concubine Murong seemed to be in a good mood and said calmly.
"Humph, I think I'm afraid of my father's reputation." Linghu Xu sneered.
But before he finished speaking, a scream came to mind. Chu Lang felt his eyes blurred, and a figure was instantly blasted far away from the pergola. It rolled around a few times before stopping.
"Today I will teach you a lesson. Linghutang also wants to thank me for disciplining his son, otherwise he would have died without knowing how he died." Concubine Murong raised her eyebrows. Just now she suddenly took action and knocked Linghuxu away.
Get out of the shed.
It was too late for Linghu Yu to stop her. Murong Fei was very fast and her skills were very clever. Even if she could keep up with her speed, she still couldn't break through her clever skills.
Linghu Yu secretly sighed, he had tried his best to protect Linghu Xu today, but this guy's bad mouth provoked Concubine Mu Rong over and over again, knowing that she had been merciful just now.
Linghu Yu didn't say anything. He sighed and called Linghu Feixue out of the pavilion. He walked over to Linghu Xu, who was lying unconscious about ten feet away. He didn't know how injured he was.
After a while, Linghu Yu picked up Linghu Xu, and Linghu Feixue and Linghu Feixue left in the direction of Caidie City. The scene that was originally thought to be very lively ended just like that.