The sword of the breeze is the sharpest sword in the world.

This is a phrase that Yang Qingfeng's master must say every day.

"Master, do you know martial arts?" asked Yang Qingfeng, waving his sword.

"Ouch, Master can't even do somersaults. ”

His master really doesn't know anything, but Yang Qingfeng still calls him a master outside the world, because only a master can teach such an excellent apprentice as him.

"Master, you are the first in the world, and I am the second in the world. ”

Although he said this, he thought in his heart, "I am the best in the world." ”

"The wind is the first in the world, and the wind is the first in the world. Master is the first in the world to accept shoes. ”

Triangle eyes, thin short eyebrows, eggplant face, brain gate, red nose, thin old man. This is Yang Qingfeng's description of his master's appearance.

He dared to say it to his face, not only to his face, but also to let his master admit it.

"Hehehehehe, it's very vivid, it's very vivid. Feng'er's handsome appearance is unparalleled in the world. ”

"Hmph. With his head held high, his hands behind his back, he walked proudly around the yard in all directions.

"Tomorrow I will go down the mountain and do chivalrous deeds. When he said this, he was obviously not confident.

Sure enough, the master stopped what he was doing, his eyes hung up, and he said seriously, "If it is unstable today, the martial arts are in chaos, the court does not distinguish between good and evil, and the martial arts sect is indistinguishable from good and evil, it is not appropriate to walk the rivers and lakes at this time." ”

Yang Qingfeng had already memorized these words, and he also mentioned the corners of his eyes, shook his head, waved his hands, and interjected, "There is a Yin and Yang cult in the north to rob other sects of martial arts, and in the south, there is the Ming Dynasty's Dongchang Jinyi Wei to limit martial arts. On the Liaodong Peninsula, the Blue-eyed people are eyeing each other. In these turbulent times, it's better to stay at home. ”

"Ghost boy, put it on and try it on. ”

"Brother Feng, Brother Feng. Wang Xiaoxiao of the village shouted softly through the crack in the door.

"Master, I'll come back and try. ”

I had to run out of the house like a smoke.

"Brother Feng, where is your sword?" said Wang Xiaoxiao with his head down.

Wang Xiaoxiao, the tallest and strongest child in the village, is called Xiaoxiao. Yang Qingfeng often suspected that he had reported his age in order to be able to lie to himself.

"Do you still need a sword, do you know what it means to blow flowers to kill people, and break branches to hurt people?"

"But we are going to compete in martial arts, how can we compete without a sword?" Wang Xiaoxiao always spoke so directly.

"Old schemes. ”

The two looked at each other and smiled evilly.

"Uncle, Yang Qingfeng fell into the river. Wang Xiaoxiao gasped and said to Yang Qingfeng's master.

"Ahh ”

After a cup of tea, Yang Qingfeng sat on the steps of the broken temple with his sword in his hand and meditated with his eyes closed.

"Brother Feng, is your master not good at braining, he has used this trick so many times, and he has been fooled. Yang Xiaoxiao ran into the ruined temple and collapsed weakly on the ground.

"Let's go!" The breeze blew, and a strand of hair was blown up by the wind, covering his eyes, and there was really a hint of the smell of Jianghu people.

Beiping Mansion, the land of Youzhou, the north pillow is Yong, the south is near the Central Plains, the people are outstanding, and the ancient capital of several dynasties.

Zhu Yuanzhang, the founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty, set the capital of Nanjing Yingtianfu, divided the twenty-three sons into various places, and sat in Beiping is his fourth son, Zhu Di, the king of Yan.

This person is eloquent and strategic, and he governs the land of Yanyun with abundant food and clothing, and lives and works in peace and contentment.

The military restrictions in various places are extremely strict, and those who walk with sharp blades will be punished lightly and distributed at worst. Beiping Mansion is diametrically opposed, not only is there no fault, but every year in the summer and winter solstice two seasons in the city set up a ring competition, the prize money is as much as 1,000 taels, all walks of life in the martial arts come as scheduled.

At this time, it was an ambush, and the city was very lively, and the small traders were holding the corners of their mouths and humming small tunes, so they didn't need to ask if they were making money. The patrol soldiers wear silver helmets and silver armor, majestic, and hang a goose feather knife on their waists, and the handle of the knife is facing backwards, which means peace.

Yang Qingfeng and Wang Xiaoxiao came to this competition, and the two of them walked on the streets of the bustling Beiping Mansion with a great childlike nature, looking east and west, telling stories and singing, playing tricks and performing arts, five elements and eight works, life is boiling, so lively.

Walk all the way, play all the way, and come to the Caishikou Street to set up a fight.

Yang Qingfeng rode Wang Xiaoxiao's shoulder to look at the ring, and saw that one person made a knife and another person made a stick, and the fight was difficult to solve. The person who made the knife was about thirty years old, the knife skills were tricky, the pace was steady, and he knew at a glance that he was not an idle person. The person with the stick is not weak, a whirring wind of the eyebrow stick dance, poking and picking, it can be seen that his skills are solid, which is not what Shaolin disciples can't.

Yang Qingfeng wondered, "What is the first game today?"

"Brother Feng, today is the last day!"

He suddenly said, "It turned out to be the last one, no wonder the kung fu is so high." ”

Suddenly, applause rang out all around, and cheers thundered. Yang Qingfeng patted Wang's little head and said "ouch". The wonderful place is wrong, and I don't see how the man who made the stick fell out of the ring.

The man who made the knife fought fiercely, but his face was not red, he was not panting, and he clasped his fists and saluted, "Accept, accept." ”

The man who made the stick "hey" and abandoned the stick and left.

An old man walked slowly into the ring, raised his hands to signal everyone to be quiet, and said in a voice: "Thirteen Provincial Dragon and Tiger Dart Bureau, Mr. Xu's dart head has won thirteen games in a row, and he is really the first in the world!"

Yang Qingfeng was so happy that Yang Qingfeng didn't smile when he heard the word "first", and shouted angrily: "How do you know that he is the first?"

The old man was stunned for a moment, but when he heard his immature voice, he didn't pay attention to it, and continued, "If there is no challenge, this martial arts conference will be the first to be obtained by President Xu." ”

"Xu Daxia"

"Xu Daxia"

Everyone in the audience shouted in unison, and the momentum was overwhelming.

Yang Qingfeng's waist was forced, and his body rose suddenly, and he jumped into the ring with the crowd, holding the sword in his left hand, wiping his big snot with his right hand, squinting his eyes, pouting, and looking at the old man.

"This little ...... Little brother, are you going to fight?" the old man wanted to talk about the child, but seeing that he seemed to have a good way of doing light exercises, he didn't dare to wait slowly.

"You don't come here to eat steamed buns. Yang Qingfeng said incomprehensibly.

The audience laughed, even the head of the dart laughed, and said, "The little brother is quick to talk, very interesting." But do you know that the sword in this ring has no eyes, and if I really miss and hurt you, how can I explain it to Ling Zun? ”

Sensei explained that the chicks in the sea are not hatched by eggs. ”

Hahaha...... There was another burst of laughter from the audience.

The old man didn't want to say much when he saw that the child was muddy and fierce, so he asked a child to say a few unpleasant words when he was old, but he couldn't get off the stage, so he motioned to his subordinates to bring up the life and death contract.

Yang Qingfeng looked at the brush and said, "I can't write, can I press my handprint?"

The old man smiled bitterly, "I didn't bring red fat." ”

brush, the sword was unsheathed, the cold light flashed, and a drop of blood fell on the ring.

Yang Qingfeng held up his index finger that had cut off a piece of meat and said, "Isn't this redder than red fat?"

There began to be a commotion in the audience, and everyone talked about whose child this was, and he was so ruthless at such a young age.

Mr. Xu's dart head locked his eyebrows, and he said secretly, "What a powerful little baby." ”

The layman looks at the bustle, and the insider looks at the doorway. Just one move to cut the flesh with a sword made him feel ashamed.