He Lingchuan did not answer, but told his mother-in-law who had just come in with hot water: "Go and get her a hot dish and rice, and tell her that Young Master He wants it." After that, he nodded to Ah Jin, got up and left.
After he left, the soldiers on duty also rushed to He Chunhua's tent and reported the conversation between the two.
He Chunhua smiled after hearing this: "Isn't this kid a fool again?"
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It rained heavily for the next three days.
He Lingchuan couldn't sleep at night, so he simply got up and asked his guards to set up a larger and more spacious tent for him. The specifications were almost as high as those of state officials.
He was practicing swordsmanship in his tent.
The sword energy of "Fu Sheng" was too sharp, and He Lingchuan didn't want it to leak everywhere while sleeping, so he whittled a simple wooden knife for himself, and used it to practice "wave cutting" every day besides eating.
Due to the limited space, he did not use a combination of sword skills and body skills, but repeatedly slashed in one style. Occasionally, soldiers passing by his tent would see Young Master He using the most basic footwork to slash.
Show the most basic knife style.
But for He Lingchuan, ever since he jumped into the river and faced the waves, he had a sudden enlightenment on this sword technique. He now knew how to use the sword that he couldn't figure out before.
His body initially remembered this "feeling".
If it weren't for the fact that the Han River was already turbulent and insurmountable, he would have wanted to jump in again and try again.
The sound of rain continued, covering up the faint sound of wind and thunder on the wooden knife.
The movement is sometimes loud and sometimes disappears.
When Shan Youjun passed by, he saw He Lingchuan slashing the ground with an ordinary knife. He had already sheathed the knife, and then there was a sharp knife mark on the ground.
He noticed that the head of the wooden knife did not touch the ground. However, the knife mark was neat and it penetrated an inch into the ground.
A few hours later, Shan Youjun came back, and the rain had slowed down. Young Master He stood at the door of the tent and yawned. When he saw him, he asked: "Do you know under what circumstances the water can be cut off by drawing a knife?"
Shan Youjun was very cooperative: "Can you please give me some advice?"
"It's now."
He Lingchuan suddenly drew his sword.
The seven drops of rain falling from the sky, whether they were close to the ground or just about to fall on Shan Youjun's forehead, suddenly turned into fourteen drops.
They are all cut in the middle.
Shan Youjun felt that Yintang Shang was cold twice in a row.
Looking at the He Lingchuan blade, it is dry and smooth, and does not stick to water or dew.
He struck it hard with his sword.
"Master, this is very dangerous!" When He Lingchuan drew his sword, Shan Youjun felt numb in Yintang, and a slight chill penetrated the back of his head.
He knew very well that although the wooden sword did not touch him, if the blow just now was intended to kill him, he would probably have fallen to the ground.
"So happy, so happy!" He Lingchuan pursed his lips and roared, his whole body translucent.
The results of this enlightenment were considered to be solidified. He threw the wooden knife aside and shook his neck, and suddenly there was a loud clicking sound.
Only then did he realize that he had been practicing hard and had not closed his eyes for two days and two nights. The physical and mental exhaustion was overwhelming and wanted to knock him down.
"I have to take a nap." He told Shan Youjun, "Don't disturb me if you have nothing to do."
After that, he walked to the bed, fell down and fell asleep.
…
Why is it so noisy in the dream?
He Lingchuan rubbed his eyes and found that he seemed to be standing in a military camp again, surrounded by tough men.
Yell, applaud, or boo.
He looked around.
Hmm? Yuewutang?
How come he was standing next to the largest competition arena in Panlong City as soon as he fell asleep?
He Lingchuan turned around and found Sun Fuling standing beside him, looking up at Lei.
Before he could speak, he was patted on the back. The thin man's voice was almost drowned out by the noise around him: "Broken Blade, are you ready to place a bet?"
"Which bet to place?" He Lingchuan turned around after asking and saw Hu Min standing next to the thin man, "Hey, why are you here?"
"I have nothing to do to play a few games. I want to see if there are any popular ones here." Hu Min pointed at the thin man and said, "I just placed a bet on him."
"Which table to bet on?"
"Which one else?" The thin man pointed south, "On the seventh stage, Wild Boar vs. Mengshan!"
He Lingchuan was startled and turned around to look. Sure enough, he saw two strong men standing on the ring. One of them was the familiar face Meng Shan.
Meng Shan who beat him alive in the previous dreams.
This time Mengshan's opponent is also a muscular man over eight feet tall with a muscular face.
In terms of size and the ferociousness of their faces, the two of them were about the same.
Moreover, the No. 7 arena is located at the southernmost end of the martial arts hall, half of which hangs out in the middle of the street. The civilians of Panlong City can watch the arena just by standing on the street.
Therefore, the battle that takes place in this arena is highly entertaining and attracts the most attention.
Now, the middle of the street is packed with spectators. Both men and women are eagerly waiting. Some people even dare to stand on the iron railings at the edge of the ring to watch.
The boring daily life of the city residents needs a fierce fight with blood splattering all over the screen.
He Lingchuan asked the thin man: "Who has the higher odds?"
"Of course it's a wild boar." The thin man pointed at the strong man on the stage. This man had a fat face, big ears, and a gold-covered chin. The nickname was indeed deserved, "Meng Shan is the victorious general of the South Campus of Yuewu Hall.
I only lost once when I went to the North Campus."
"Then what's there to bet on in this game?" He Lingchuan was disappointed, "Everyone bets on Mengshan to win."
"Not necessarily, I bought a wild boar and won." Hu Min chuckled, "This guy looks like he has a lot of potential. Besides, if he wins, he will use his small gain to make a big gain."
Sun Fuling beside her also smiled and said: "I also bought a wild boar."
"You are the people's teacher and a hard-working gardener..." Is it appropriate to participate in gambling so openly?
Sun Fuling frowned slightly: "What kind of gardener? I don't hoe weeds!"
He Lingchuan turned around and said to the thin man, "Okay, I'll also buy a wild boar for half a tael of silver."
"Tch!" The thin man yelled at him, "Stingy."
He was carrying a huge leather bag on his back, filled with loose money. Apparently there were surprisingly many people placing bets today, and even civilians outside the venue joined in.
Then the rapid drum beat started.
This is the war drum.
As soon as the drum beat stopped, the two strong men collided with each other like a bullfight.
The two civilians standing on the fence were instantly shaken by the aftermath of the collision, and the surrounding audience cheered.
Mengshan's usual opponents would adopt a free-for-all strategy, but after the wild boar came on the stage, they immediately started to fight head-on with him, and the fight was hard to the point of punching.
Everyone in the audience had a great time watching it, and they often burst into applause.
Within a few rounds, He Lingchuan realized that the wild boar was good at hugging and throwing him. The two times he hugged Mengshan, he hit him on the back. Even a rough-skinned and thick-bodied guy like Mengshan couldn't bear it. He lay on the ground for several breaths before crawling back.
stand up.
The name of this wild boar is confusing. He Lingchuan heard someone around him say bitterly: "Shouldn't a pig be a bow? He should be called a wild bear."
This is probably someone who bought Mengshan Sheng.
However, Mengshan learned the lesson after suffering two losses. Every time he was caught, he locked the opponent's joints to prevent the wild boar from using his special skills.
Hu Min clasped his hands into a trumpet and shouted: "Lock it from behind, lock it from behind! Oh, you are so stupid, you are one step slower!"
With thousands of people shouting from the mountain, He Lingchuan happened to hear Sun Fuling sigh: "It's over, the wild boar is going to lose."
Sure enough, after Mengshan locked the wild boar, he suddenly hit the opponent's head with a head hammer.
That dull sound made He Lingchuan's back molar hurt.
To be continued...