The voice of the Sky-Breaking Sword was still extremely cold, "Boy, in the era when my old master was born, swordsmanship was popular throughout the continent. There were many powerful sects and families famous for their swords. Among them was a swordsman and a master. My old master is a close friend, and this person is the Drunken Sword he uses."
"Oh?" Lin Huanran knew that the master who created the Seven Swords knew how to brew wine. It is not strange to become friends with people who like to drink. But is this Drunken Sword?
"It seems drunk but not drunk, it seems awake but not awake, the sword is like lightning, and the heart is like a mirror. This is the true meaning of the drunk sword. Boy, to be exaggerated, if you go up to compete with the drunk old man now, I am afraid you are not sure of winning, at least Better than using a sword." Lin Huanran was really moved when he heard this sentence.
The branches and leaves of the Sword Tielan tree appeared in his hand, and Lin Huanran moved over like a dream butterfly. Xing Po was not surprised by Lin Huanran's rash attack, but was surprised by Lin Huanran's elusive and lightning-fast movement.
The drunk old man was completely immersed in understanding now and had no idea what was happening in the outside world. Lin Huanran suddenly appeared, as if he was trying to trick him, which was exactly what he wanted.
As expected, the completely intoxicated old man Zui didn't realize who the visitor was, and he even didn't care who the visitor was. When the two swords collided, Lin Huanran was shocked.
The opponent's strength was only this, and his sword energy was only this, but the lightning-fast sword was difficult for even Lin Huanran to parry, and he had to take a step back and swing his sword to deflect the drunken old man's attack.
It seemed that the drunk old man had already anticipated Lin Huanran's reaction. He actually withdrew his sword, dodged Lin Huanran's sword style, and then launched his own offensive again.
Lin Huanran's expression changed, and he had to retreat again and again. He looked quite embarrassed. Even if he kept retreating, he could not completely avoid the drunken old man's sword moves. A crack had been cut on his sleeve, although he was not injured. Despite his skin and flesh, it can already be seen that Lin Huanran is completely at a disadvantage.
Xing Po on the side was very surprised. He had seen the drunk old man practicing his sword one day and had no idea what he was talking about. Moreover, some warriors from the Tianhe family were still secretly laughing at him, saying that he had become stupid after drinking.
But now it seems that the drunken old man's sword has considerable power. A chill ran down his throat, and Lin Huanran's pupils shrank. If he had taken a step back just now, wouldn't he have been blocked by a sword?
"What's going on?" Xingpo also saw that this was beyond the level of a feeding move. Lin Huanran was almost hit just now, but why did he close his eyes now? Did he give up looking for it? Lin Huanran must not be allowed to Ran died here, especially in the hands of a drunken old man.
Just as he was about to take action, Lin Huanran suddenly opened his eyes. What kind of eyes are these? They are clear and transparent, seemingly without any impurities. These eyes seem to be able to see through everything in the world, and everything seems to be hidden behind these eyes. The essence will be revealed in front of you.
Lin Huanran, who had been retreating steadily, gradually regained his footing. The frequency of the two swords colliding in the air became more and more intense. Sparks flew and gold and iron clashed. Lin Huanran actually took the initiative from being embarrassed at the beginning to now.
"Unexpectedly." At this moment, Xing Po seemed to have truly realized the terrifying power of the sword. Just as it is said that it takes ten years to sharpen a sword, the drunk old man found a new way and actually understood the drunken sword from the drunken brewing technique. It has to be said that he has a strong grasp of the sword. Talent is different from ordinary people.
Ding! The tips of the two swords collided. Lin Huanran did not use his strength to suppress it, so both of them took a step back. The drunk old man was like a robot that had lost power, with his arms hanging down and his eyes still dim.
Lin Huanran's eyes also returned to normal, and he quit the state of combining man and sword, "How are you, kid?" Lin Huanran was at a disadvantage for the first time in a close-range weapon competition, and Drunken Sword was indeed extraordinary.
"The swordsmanship of the old master and my old master became the best in mainland China. It was not for nothing." Potianjian showed a rare hint of pride, and Lin Huanran asked, "Do you know the swordsmanship routine of Drunken Sword?"
In addition to the essentials just mentioned, there should be others, right?
"I don't know." Lin Huanran's tone returned to coldness. Lin Huanran stopped talking, but there was a trace of contempt in his eyes. You don't know why you are talking so much nonsense?
Not long after, the drunk old man finally came to his senses. He had almost mastered his own drunken sword routine in the realization just now, but when he saw Lin Huanran in front of him, he was shocked, "Young Master?"
It has been almost two years since the family parted ways, and now he is very excited to see each other again.
Based on the swordsmanship theory taught to him by Lin Huanran, he found his own new path. Although his strength did not advance but retreated, his skills were far superior to those before. It can be said that the current drunken old man can rely on the swordsmanship of Zuijian.
Easily beat my previous self.
"Zhang Shun, long time no see." Lin Huanran smiled slightly.
"Sir, it's really you." The drunk old man quickly came to Lin Huanran and clasped his hands in fists.
Lin Huanran held up his hand, feeling gentle in his heart. The drunken old man was obsessed with brewing, but now his gratitude and sincerity to him were sincere, "I'm going to the Foundry Guild, and I'll stop by to see you."
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Xing Po knew that it was their time for the two of them next, so he clasped his fists and said goodbye and left. The drunk old man was excited when he heard what Lin Huan then said, "As long as the master builds the sword gate, I, Zhang Shun, will go immediately."
"I didn't come here today to tell you this." Lin Huanran said.
"I wonder what the young master is trying to tell me?" The drunken old man was stunned.
Lin Huanran changed his voice to enter the secret, "I found another ancient wine-making technique, Jingyue." Hearing Lin Huanran's words, the drunk old man's pupils dilated, "Really?" He shouted loudly.
"Shhh." Lin Huanran was speechless. Although the art of brewing wine is different from the secrets of martial arts, the value of the ancient art of brewing is far beyond the ordinary secrets of martial arts. Especially in the brewing family, it is likely to attract unscrupulous people.
peep.
"Yes, sir, this old slave is too excited." The drunken old man couldn't control his emotions, "I plan to teach you and then leave. When the Sword Sect is established, that will be the day you return."
"Yes, sir, I will definitely try my best to practice wine-making." The drunken old man said seriously.
"Well, don't let your swordsmanship fall behind. Let the two of us shock this continent at the Five Elements Brewing Conference in the future." Lin Huanran said seriously.
How many years has it been? Even the wine master of that year did not possess the three ancient brewing techniques. Even the old man who forged the Seven Swords might not know the three ancient brewing techniques, right? The three swords in Lin Huanran's body watched silently.
The forest is magical and green.
I told Old Man Zui the secret of Jingyue Brewing Technique, and his face was solemn. Experts naturally know how difficult it is to control the proportion of brewing materials, which requires long-term experience accumulation and innate sensory talent.
"I can only master one-tenth of it now, just like your Zuisheng brewing technique. I hope you don't put the cart before the horse." Lin Huanran knew that no matter how talented he was, it was absolutely impossible to master the eight ancient brewing techniques.
, you only need to learn one or two percent to reach an unimaginable level in winemaking.
If you want to understand them all, you will end up with nothing. The drunk old man gradually calmed down, and he also understood what Lin Huanran meant, "Don't worry, sir, I won't let you down."
Xingpo was standing with a young man in the distance. When he saw Lin Huanran and Zhang Shun walking out, Xingpo immediately greeted them with a smile, "Are you planning to leave?"
"Yes." Lin Huanran smiled. The purpose of his visit was just to meet Zhang Shun and teach him the art of Jingyue Brewing. Unexpectedly, Lin Huanran encountered more surprises.
"Young Master Lin has the title of Dionysus at such a young age. If this spreads to Middle-earth, I wonder what the other families will think." The young man on the side suddenly said.
Lin Huanran was stunned, "The word Dionysus is just an exaggeration. A small city of fragrance is not worth mentioning."
Xingpo frowned slightly, "Rong Yu, please don't be rude. Mr. Lin is a man of true talent and learning."
"Rong Yu, do you dare to be rude to the young master?" A cold light flashed in the drunk old man's eyes. He was defeated by Lin Huanran. He only obeyed Lin Huanran. Others dared to speak rudely to Lin Huanran, so he was naturally unhappy, "Zhang
Shun-senpai, I am Rong Yupei
I admire you because of your wine-making prowess. Lin Huanran said that he has defeated you. I don’t believe it. Wine-making, like martial arts, requires years of accumulation. He looks about the same size as me. Can he beat you? I’m afraid that’s an exaggeration.
Bar?"
Before they could speak, Rong Yu continued, "Perhaps, Senior Zhang Shun, you know Mr. Lin's elders, so you let him go. No matter what the reason is, I will not respect a person who gets honor through connections."
"You mean I don't have real talent or learning?" Lin Huanran asked with a smile.
Rong Yu didn't speak, but looked at Lin Huanran provocatively. Zhang Shun was about to speak, but Lin Huanran stretched out his right hand to stop him, "What do you want?"
"Let's have a competition. If you beat me, I will obey you." Rong Yu said.
Lin Huanran sighed. The young man is arrogant and arrogant. In addition, he was born in a large family like the Tianhe family, and his mind is unstable. "Why should I convince you?"
"Are you scared?" Rong Yu asked.
"How presumptuous. Mr. Lin is a distinguished guest of my Tianhe family. Rong Yu, you are going too far." Xing Po finally couldn't help it anymore.
At this time, another voice came, "Xingpo, I wonder where my grandson has offended you?"
After taking a closer look, Shenhuan Four Star looked like he should also be an elder of the Tianhe family. "Grandpa." Rong Yu walked over.
"Rong Xin, don't you know who Young Master Lin is?" Xing Po frowned, his expression a little ugly.
Rong Xin is the eldest elder of the Tianhe family, and his status is second only to the head of the family. "Of course I know, but my grandson is right. There are too many people in this continent who cheat the world and steal their reputation."
"Then, Elder Rong Xin, how about we compete?" Lin Huanran suddenly walked up at this time.
"You want to compete with me?" Rong Xin was stunned.
Xingpo was also stunned, but when he saw Lin Huanran's face, he immediately said nothing, "Yes, as far as your grandson is concerned, age is directly proportional to the strength of brewing, so you should be better than your grandson, right?"