Huang Rong was unwilling, but she had to listen, she made up her mind to find an opportunity and escape. When the time comes, she will return to Peach Blossom Island and never run away from home again.

At this time, the girl was wearing a twenty-kilogram weight, and it was difficult to perform light skills.

"Where are we going?" Huang Rong wondered when she saw Duran heading north.

"Of course, it's cultivation, and you still have a long way to go to become a chef. Duran said, "Keep up, it's not far away." ”

After walking for dozens of miles, I came to a place with beautiful mountains and rivers, and there was an old beggar who was making a flower chicken. Naturally, he was a beggar, and he didn't expect to meet Duran here.

Wang Chongyang has lived in the house for more than ten years, and Duran has not changed at all. "You didn't come to me to call me a flower, did you?" Hong Qigong really didn't want to see Duran.

When Guo Jing and Huang Rong saw the old man with a lofty appearance, they didn't think he was called Huazi, but thought he was a big man. Huang Rong felt the same breath as her father from the other party, and said in her heart that this old man is not simple, and Duran is even more not simple.

"Nine Yin True Scripture, how are you doing?"

Lao Zhaohua heard Du Lan mention this, and his face couldn't help but be ugly, because the Nine Yin True Scripture really didn't make his martial arts any substantial improvement, but this martial arts still broadened his horizons, and it was helpful for him to perfect the Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Descending and the Dog Stick Technique.

"I always called the flower without that blessing, and I couldn't practice. Hong Qigong said.

Huang Rong's eyes widened, she knew that her father's hair was gray in order to study this secret book, and she always sighed, but she didn't expect the other party to also have this magic skill.

"You are also humble, if you really practice, at least your internal strength can soar. ”

"Don't say these polite words, what is the matter with you here?" Hong Qigong didn't believe that Duran would appear here for no reason, he knew that only Duran came to them, and they couldn't find Duran at all.

"I'm going to borrow your place to train a cook, and she's one of your beggars. ”

The old monk looked at the two little babies behind Du Lan, and his face was full of doubts: "Are they your disciples?"

"One counts, but the other is my enemy, and he wants to kill me, so I take him with me. ”

I've never heard of this, and with an enemy around me who wants to kill him at any time, sure enough, Duran is not a normal person.

But Hong Qigong couldn't refuse, so he could only let the other party live in his yard. Hong Qigong is actually stable for a few days a year, always on the way to travel, playing in the world, can be described as an old fairy-like character, and his only hobby is to eat.

It's delicious, can eat, can eat, and has sneaked into the palace in order to eat before.

Duran was teaching Huang Rong how to be a good cook, while Hong Qigong was asking Guo Jing's identity.

Hong Qigong didn't believe that Du Lan would really kill Guo Jing's father, because if he really wanted to kill Guo Jing's mother, she wouldn't be able to escape from the village at all, and this matter was very strange.

However, Guo Jing is the protagonist in the end, and Hong Qigong did not hesitate to teach him both hands: "Your seven masters are really too bad at teaching their disciples, how can they teach you like this?" "Each of the seven masters teaches you their own set, but you are only one person, how can you thoroughly understand what the seven people have learned?" He analyzed Guo Jing's problem at a glance, that is, he learned too much, and the master couldn't teach.

"I'll help you streamline it. ”

Guo Jing knows several kinds of blades and several sets of punches and feet, but it is rote memorization and inevitably makes mistakes, but he stumbles and finally uses all his martial arts.

Hong Qigong, who was watching, shook his head again and again: "It's too messy, it's too messy." ”

"Actually, I think he should focus on the Yue Nu Sword, and after learning the Yue Nu Sword, the three thousand Yue Jia are just a local chicken and tile dog. Duran popped up and said.

Hong Qigong said: "I also heard the legend of the Yue Nu sword, according to legend, when Wu and Yue fought for hegemony, Gou Jian searched for swordsmen all over the country in order to train swordsmen, but in the end, there were Yue Nu who were good at making swords, training eight hundred swordsmen, and finally became the main force to destroy Wu. This Yue Nu sword technique was also handed down at that time, but according to what I have seen, the origin of this Yue Nu sword is estimated to be exaggerated. Obviously, he didn't believe in the story of Yue Nu Aqing, who was the first female swordsman in ancient and modern times who learned swords with the white ape and became a natural swordsman. Ah Qing, who made the Yue Nu Sword, was not strong, of course, what was powerful was that Ah Qing was not a swordsman, so after she passed the swordsmanship to the eight hundred swordsmen, and the swordsmen passed on the Yue Nu Sword, the Yue Nu Sword no longer had the ancient brilliance.

"That's because you practiced wrong, what Yue Nu Sword needs is a wild call, to feel nature. Duran said, "As long as you feel nature, nature can feel the mystery of this swordplay." ”

"However, in today's martial arts trend, there are few masters with blades. Besides, we are not brave and ruthless when we walk the rivers and lakes, and there are many troubles with holding blades, but blades are still more powerful on the battlefield. "Hong Qigong is obviously a fistist.

"But he can't hurt me with his bare hands, so it's better to look for a divine weapon, hold a sword in one hand and a knife in the other, and there is a possibility of fighting with me. Duran's words were deliberately said to Guo Jing, that is, to let him choose the blade.

Hong Qigong's heart is it you or he who is the pointer? Or this stupid kid will give you guidance?

"The sword idiot is crazy in the world, and now the mantle is unloaded from his shoulders. The east wind wakes up the hero's dream and laughs at the green mountains. "Duran suddenly chanted a poem, as if he had a hallucination in front of everyone's eyes, dressed in white, the arrogant man with white hair turned his back to them, the sword in his left hand was called 'Knife Mania', and the sword in his right hand was called 'Sword Idiot', his momentum was like frost, and his temperament was covered with Hua.

The phantom also recited a poem without saying a word: "The world is tired, and the two are at a loss." The sword is gone, and only the shadow is scattered. "In these years, if you don't have any culture, you're embarrassed to go out and be a hero.

Being able to pose is just a basic skill, and chanting poetry is a high-end pretending technique, which can not only set off the atmosphere, but also show its profound cultural connotation, indicating that it is both civil and military. Moreover, the appearance of poetry can attract attention, show your sense of existence to the greatest extent, and let everyone see it implicitly and unobtrusively.

Therefore, the poem is simply a sharp weapon, and the heroes should study a few words when they are at home.

As soon as the image of Ye Xiaochai, a sword madman, appeared, it made Hong Qigong ashamed of himself, how could there be such a high-style master: who is he?

I saw the phantom moving slowly, and the swords sounded together, it turned out to be a set of exquisite martial arts, and there was no flaw in one sword and one sword, just like nature.

When the martial arts were displayed, the phantom disappeared, but the traces left on the ground silently stated that there was indeed a master who had come.

Guo Jing was stunned, although he had a tendon, he also felt that this white-haired uncle was simply handsome, and he also wanted to learn.

All of this was done by Duran, Hong Qigong stared at Duran intently, as if he wanted to see the other party's secret.

But Duran is still the same Duran, still so low-key and handsome, at least Duran himself thinks so.