The results of the investigation came out quickly, but what made the guards of Yuchenyuan collectively feel ashamed and angry and wanted to commit suicide was that the thieves turned out to be old magicians and fake poets!!
And if it weren't for the old magic stick's broken shoes leaving a trail of mud on the mirror-smooth ground, and if they couldn't be found after a population check, no one would have thought of them!
After these two wretched guys solved Murong Yu's problem, they became snitches and ran away! But what is surprising is that not only no one in Yuchenyuan noticed their traces, but even Murong Tan,
Murong Bo and other powerful men didn't even notice it!
This is thought-provoking. The only explanation is that these two wretched guys definitely hide their strength! They are treating the entire Shuiming Sect like monkeys!
What's even more intriguing is that Murong Bo was furious after hearing this and immediately sent someone to arrest them. However, Mr. Murong Tan didn't know what he said to him, so the matter was left unsolved!
"Laugh! Laugh! What are you laughing at!" Luo Yan was furious, glaring at the servants who had worked hard to suppress their laughter. He squatted in the doorway of Yanshengyao in great depression, and drew circles all over the floor.
This guy even stole my new clothes, so I could only wear the old clothes I had in the lower world!
"Hey, I heard that our eldest young master was robbed before we even entered the sect. It seems to be true! Look, look, tsk, tsk, where did this thief come from? He's so low-level, he even didn't even have his underwear.
Steal them all!" Qi Muhan came in casually carrying two jugs of fine wine, and even had two lipstick marks on his neck - and they were different colors and sizes! The three sect leaders' romantic reputation was indeed well-deserved!
Stirred by his irritating tone, Luo Yan's anger immediately rose. He grabbed the wine, drank it down, and cursed viciously: "How come you weren't exhausted in bed last night!"
"Haha, maybe you can do it!" Qi Muhan raised his eyebrows slightly and said teasingly. Seeing that his nephew showed signs of getting angry and hitting others, he stopped joking, pulled him up and said, "Okay, don't be depressed.
, let’s go, take you out for a walk!”
Luo Yan snorted and let him drag him to Zongmen Square.
As soon as he arrived at the square, Luo Yan exclaimed in surprise, pointed at the disciples flying in the sky, and asked: "Third uncle, why are they still holding a sword under their feet?"
Qi Muhan was even more surprised than him: "This is the sword-controlling technique of our Shuiming Sect! All the major sects in Chushen Realm have similar weapon-controlling flying skills!"
Luo Yan tilted his head and looked at it for a while, then curled his lips and said, "Wu Zun can fly in the air, does he need a weapon? Isn't this just taking off his pants and farting!"
"You bitch~" Qi Muhan touched his forehead with his hand and groaned, "This sword is not an ordinary sword. It has runes on it. It saves time and effort when flying, and it is fast. Why not use it? Besides, Qingyuan
Wuzong can practice it!"
"Uh..." Luo Yan sweated profusely. No wonder geniuses from the lower world are often laughed at as bumpkins!
"Do you want to learn? I'll teach you!" Qi Muhan became interested for a moment and asked Yu Li to take a sword at random, and explained, "Don't use a sword that is too good when you are just learning."
Luo Yan followed his instructions, placed the sword flat on the ground, stood on it with both feet, then flipped his hand seals, injected his energy, and shouted softly: "Get up!"
no response!
"It's okay. Is this your first time? Try again. It took me three attempts before your third uncle succeeded, and he was already called a genius." Qi Muhan comforted him, but how could someone just hear the smell of showing off?
When the seventh time failed, Luo Yan was very sure and sure, he was just showing off!
"It's okay, just practice more! You practice slowly, I'll get some wine." Qi Muhan rarely surpassed Luo Yan in one thing. He was in a good mood. He comforted someone with a bright smile, emphasized some precautions, and wandered around.
Went for a drink while wandering around
"Damn it, I still don't believe this is evil!" Luo Yan rubbed his nose hard, stamped his long sword, and shouted, "Get up!"
Throughout the afternoon, the disciples in the square were listening to "Get up!" "Ya%...&*￥#" "Get up for me!"
I don't know how much time passed, but Luo Yan felt his feet tighten. When he looked down, he saw the long sword floating half a foot up! He was overjoyed and someone stamped his foot happily: "Success!" But then!
, the long sword was stomped by him and hit the ground with a "ding-dong" sound!
"Hey, tell me, do you want to tell the young master?"
"Do you dare to correct the three patriarchs?"
"Hey, look, it really worked!"
"Uh... is it the sect's classics that are wrong, or the three sect leaders' fault?"
"...I think the young master seems to be a talented person. I still reserve my opinion on this!"
The disciples who had been watching were pointing and whispering, but one person was immersed in the huge ecstasy and couldn't care less. After several tests, the long sword finally flew as high as a person off the ground, but
Before someone could cheer, "ding dong!" there was a crisp sound, and the sword overturned again! Someone was unprepared for a moment, and hit the ground with a "chirp" and fell to the ground!
"Bah, bah, bah! Hey, you're kidding me!" Luo Yan spat and got up, angrily standing on the sword again, saying "Get up!" After that, the sword floated up and stopped in mid-air.
Got it!
Luo Yan felt happy and quickly took the next step: "Let's go!"
With the sound of "clang", the sword ran away, and the man fell...
After repeated trials, someone finally flew away precariously with his sword, leaving only a square of wonder...
In the evening, Luo Yan came back with a long sword skillfully, performed several difficult moves in front of Wenyuan Pavilion, and proudly showed off to Murong Bo: "Dad, look, I can do it too!"
Murong Bo raised his head from the document and watched him in surprise. After a while, he asked with a strange expression: "Who taught you this? How long have you been practicing?"
"Third uncle taught me this!" Luo Yan said with some regret as he flipped and glided in mid-air with his long sword, "Unfortunately, I don't really have the talent in this area. Third uncle said he succeeded after only three attempts. I
But it took me an entire afternoon.”
"One... one afternoon!?" Murong Bo's eyes widened and he quipped. His expression became even weirder for a moment, and he asked with a dry smile, "Son, have you warmed up your sword?"
"Huh? Warm the sword?" Luo Yan looked at him strangely and asked in confusion, "Why do you need to warm the sword?"
"Oh my god, it really is so!" Murong Bo sighed, and said with a mixture of laughter and tears, "Son! Your third uncle is so out of tune, he, he has taught you one step less! And it is the most important step! Sword-controlling.
You need to warm up your weapon before flying. This weapon must be with you for a long time. In fact, flying with a sword is very simple. As long as the weapon is warmed up enough and connected with your mind, you can succeed after a few attempts!"
"Ah?" Luo Yanqi fell from the air, sniffing and asked, "Then, how long does it take to warm up?"
"It can take anywhere from half a year to ten years. It depends on your ability to communicate with the weapon, your affinity, etc. It also depends on the level of the weapon. The higher the level, the slower it is to raise it, but the better it is to move. As for your third uncle, his weapon
The long sword has been used since martial arts training, and by the time he learned the art of sword control, ten years had passed..." Murong Bo looked at his son with strange eyes, it's not that you don't have talent, it's that you are too damn talented!
"Well..." Luo Yan's face tightened and he forced a smile, "It's okay, it didn't delay anything..."
"What a huge delay!" Murong Bo sighed, "A good sword is the guarantee for your flight. A mysterious weapon like yours will not only be inferior to others in terms of speed, but also its durability will be worrying! When the time comes,
What should you do? Warm up another one? The disciples in the sect will not practice sword flying too early, they just want to find a good weapon!"
"I..." You bastard Qi Muhan, I curse you to enter a brothel and meet Mr. Longyang!