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Chapter 1967 No wonder the words are a bit bad

Who says music and music cannot dance with swords?

Who says music and music cannot blend with swords?

At this moment, Jiang Xiaobai truly felt the power of the two merging together.

The old man's sword in front of him was moving, and it had perfectly integrated into the happy mood.

If it weren't for his own understanding of the sword, it would be quite amazing.

You will definitely lose with sword moves alone.

It takes a long, long time to get to this level of harmony.

So he can be sure that these two people will definitely be companions all year round.

At this moment, the nine-tailed cat and Jin Feng also jumped out, with equally surprised eyes.

It was also the first time for them to see that the combination of song and sword could reach such an astonishing level.

This does not involve the use of spiritual power.

What if we use spiritual power?

Under this artistic conception, the power is probably even more terrifying.

At this moment, he tried to change his moves, but the music also changed accordingly.

He tried to follow the old man's rhythm, and the music would also change.

He tried to feel the music and predict the old man's moves in advance, but the music also changed, seemingly irregularly.

Jiang Xiaobai was surprised.

Really surprised.

But when he was surprised, the surprise between the eyebrows of the old man playing the piano was even stronger.

Although it only has tricks and no spiritual support.

But Jiang Xiaobai, a young man, persisted too long, right?

Gradually, after two hundred moves.

The sound of the sword sounded, and Jiang Xiaobai waved the bamboo in his hand. He glanced at the sleeve and saw a gap. In helplessness, the figure finally stepped back and said: "You two work together, I am willing to defeat you!"

After the words fell, the sound of music disappeared, and the old man who was fighting with him also opened his eyes.

Looking at the helpless Jiang Xiaobai, the two hundred-year-old men looked at each other without the slightest trace of guilt. Instead, they looked at each other with pride.

Perhaps I also feel that the two of them work well together.

"Little brother, I can feel that your sword is very pure. Although you are defeated by me, it is still pretty good. Don't you want to be the sword boy of our Zhu family? I let you!"

The old man who was fighting Jiang Xiaobai smiled and looked at Jiang Xiaobai with admiration.

The sword of the Zhu family is Wenjian.

Different from the ancient sword clan, it is rich in culture and emotion.

He could feel the purity in Jiang Xiaobai's sword, and he hadn't felt this joyful in fighting swordsmanship for a long time.

Jiang Xiaobai breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, the old man did not come to the end to deny it.

In that case, he really vomited blood.

The old man playing the piano also looked at Jiang Xiaobai with admiration and said: "You are young, I wonder where you come from?"

"Jiang family!"

Jiang Xiaobai's eyes flashed and he spoke directly.

"Jiang family?"

The two looked at each other, surprised at the same time.

"You are a doctor in the Jiang family. You are so young and you are so accomplished with the sword. It seems that you are quite talented!"

The old man playing the piano was even more impressed with his admiration.

The Jiang family can be considered a wealthy family, and they are upright, with a solid and lovable background.

Originally, he wanted to ask Jiang Xiaobai how he came to be a sword boy here.

But now he understands.

It should be that Jiang Xiaobai's sword has reached a certain level and cannot improve, so he wanted to come here to experience the Zhu family's sword.

Jiang Xiaobai smiled and said no more.

At this time, the old man who was fighting against Jiang Xiaobai took out a mobile phone from his body, made contact, then looked at Jiang Xiaobai and said: "I have already informed our family members, please wait a moment!"

"No rush!"

Jiang Xiaobai nodded, glanced at the two of them again, and then said: "By the way, when I came here, I heard that Jiu Kui was fighting against the Eight Ancestors. May I ask if you two are among them?"

The two were surprised, and then nodded at the same time.

"Then which art are you in?"

Needless to say, he was playing the piano, but he was a little curious about the old man who was playing the sword with him. He glanced at the words written by the old man, and his expression became strange again, and he said uncertainly: "Book?"

"No, it's chess!"

The old man who was holding swords with Jiang Xiaobai chuckled.

"Oh, no wonder the handwriting is a bit bad!"

Jiang Xiaobai responded.

Yes, the font cannot be said to be particularly ugly, but it has nothing to do with beauty.

There are problems with the layout and shape.

After the words fell, the smile on the old man's face suddenly faded. On the contrary, the old man playing the piano laughed.

"Boy, you talk like you know calligraphy!"

At this time, the old man of the Zhu family glared at Jiang Xiaobai.

"this……"

Jiang Xiaobai shrugged helplessly and finally did not speak.

He is modest and goes against his original intention.

But to be honest, it's a bit pretentious.

Therefore, not speaking is the best choice.

About ten minutes later, a middle-aged man walked in from the outside. When he saw his ancestor and the old man playing the piano, he immediately bowed respectfully: "See Lan Zu, pay respects to the ancestor!"

"Well, there is a sword boy here who wants to join our Zhu family. Please bring him back to the family!"

The ancestor of the Zhu family looked at the middle-aged man and said, "He is a nice guy, I like him very much!"

As he finished speaking, the middle-aged man's expression changed.

Their Zhu family has not recruited sword boys recently.

Could it be that Jiang Xiaobai relied on connections?

How hard is this?

Moreover, the ancestor also specially praised him. He naturally understood what this meant. He nodded respectfully, looked at Jiang Xiaobai and said, "Please come with me!"

"Seniors, I'll leave first!"

After Jiang Xiaobai finished speaking, he bowed to the two of them and left.

When he walked out, the nine-tailed cat and the golden phoenix also landed on Jiang Xiaobai's shoulders.

The ancestors of the Zhu family and the Lan family looked at Jiang Xiaobai's figure with strange expressions on their faces. This young man... is rare!

In addition, they could feel that the aura of the nine-tailed cat and the golden phoenix were equally good.

"Jiang family..."

The ancestor of the Zhu family said something, then thought of something, looked at the ancestor of the Lan family and said, "By the way, why are you here?"

"Oh, I heard the report below, it seems that a holy master is here!"

The ancestor of the Lan family said: "You are said to be quite young, so I would like to ask if you know about such a number one person?"

Young Holy Master.

When he heard it for the first time, he thought the people below were joking.

After all, the Holy Master level requires more knowledge than simple calligraphy and painting. It requires a great artistic conception to improve it.

But after I heard it was confirmed that there was an instrument test, I came over to ask.

"Haha, there must be something wrong with the instruments outside!"

When the ancestor of the Zhu family heard this, he immediately became happy.

Young Holy Master?

Are you kidding me?

"Really?"

The ancestor of the Nalan family frowned.

Can the instrument make mistakes?

He didn't think it was that simple, but he also found it incredible.

Because there is no way to explain this kind of thing.

"What does a person look like? Is there any description?" At this time, the ancestor of the Zhu family asked.

"Hey, when the guard saw that he was a Saint Master, he was confused. When he realized what he was doing, he just remembered that he was young!"

The ancestor of the Nalan family shook his head helplessly.


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