Although this table of food is not very rich, but Long Xi is very full, although his posture of holding the sword during the day is ugly, but now he doesn't even want to hold the sword, he not only eats a lot, but also drinks a lot. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoNow he's a drunk, a lazy man.

There was only one thing he could do now, and that was to sleep, obediently climb into bed and lie down.

He was already lying down, and although the Golden Snake Villa was dilapidated, there were still a few servants who had helped him cover the quilt.

As soon as dinner was over, it was already dark, and the evening breeze blew down the leaves, and the leaves fell on Qiu Jian's body, but he didn't even move, and he didn't care at all.

He is still standing on the martial arts arena where he competes with Longxi during the day, and he just wants to restore the scene during the day, and restore the sword during the day. Ever since he learned that sword move by mistake, he felt that the martial arts of the past ten years had been practiced in vain, just because all the exercises in the past ten years were not as good as that sword.

The old owner of Qiu also came over, and walked to this open place, he hadn't been here for a long time, but he was familiar with every grass and tree here, and when he was young, this was both the place where he grew up and the place where he played.

It used to be full of hardships and happy times.

Looking at Qiu Jian's figure, he suddenly thought of his childhood, thinking of the scene where he and Master Li practiced martial arts together, and suddenly there was a warmth in his eyes, and he almost burst into tears.

He immediately stopped himself from thinking any further, and resolutely walked towards his son, who was standing under the tree. Qiu Jian didn't even notice his footsteps, and when he suddenly saw his father, he couldn't help but be stunned.

The old owner didn't know what he was thinking, thinking that he missed Master Li, so he comforted: "Jian'er, do you remember what Master Li once taught you?" His original intention was to let his son read what Master Li said when he was there, and to persuade him not to be overly sad.

Who knew that Qiu Jian opened his mouth and said, "He said it was wrong."

Qiu Lao Zhuang was startled, and blurted out: "What", Qiu Jian came back to his senses and looked at his father intently, he knew that he had lost his words, and hurriedly said to Qiu Lao Zhuang Owner: "Dad, Jian'er just meant that there seems to be a problem with the swordsmanship we practice."

"What's the problem" Qiu Lao Zhuang owner still doesn't know.

Qiu Jian had no choice but to tell the story of the sword that he accidentally "realized" when he was competing with Long Xi during the day.

The old owner of the village said disapprehantly: "Do you remember that trick?"

Qiu Jian said: "I will never forget it in my life."

The old owner of the village said: "Why? I don't usually learn that quickly when I teach you."

Qiu Jian's eyes flashed, and he said, "That's just because as long as you learn that sword, all the other swords will be forgotten."

The old owner of the village said in disbelief: "You can show me that sword."

Qiu Jian really pulled out his sword, and stabbed the sword during the day in front of the old owner of Qiu Laozhuang, "Huh", like the sound of mosquitoes flapping their wings, and like the wind blowing on the blade.

After reading it, the old owner of Qiu Zhuang was also motionless, and suddenly said: "How long have you practiced this sword?"

Qiu Jian put the sword into the sheath and said slowly: "It's less than three hours of the day."

The old owner of Qiu Lao Zhuang seemed to be unable to move, and said in surprise: "Have you already practiced?"

Qiu Jian said: "This sword seems simple, but it is easy to learn and difficult to master, and I am afraid that it will take three years to fully practice."

The old owner Qiu's mouth was still open, but he couldn't speak, of course he knew that the sword of Qiu Jian was not fully mastered, but he couldn't believe it, he couldn't believe that this sword was so powerful and terrifying when it was not practiced.

When Qiu Jian stabbed that sword move, he seemed to see a ghost asking for his life, and he wanted to crack the sword, but he couldn't think of anything, if this sword stabbed him, he would be dead.

His legs were shaking, to be exact, his whole body was shaking.

His scalp tingled and said, "He really taught you this sword?"

He? Of course, Qiu Jian knew who he was referring to, but he didn't believe it, he didn't believe that he had taught him.

"I realized it myself" Qiu Jian sipped and said, "He just dropped the sword on the ground, and then I ......"

"And then you learned?" Old Master Qiu had already intercepted his words, and suddenly said, "How many people have been able to create new moves on the basis of the original martial arts for hundreds of years?" He didn't wait for Qiu Jian to answer, and continued: "There are only a few people, but they still spend their whole lives, people like this are already geniuses, but you happened to realize it at a young age, is this possible?"

Qiu Jian was speechless, and his throat seemed to be gagged with something. He swallowed a few mouthfuls, and the sword in his hand tightened tighter and tighter, as if he was afraid that someone would come and snatch it.

It's late at night.

A light suddenly lit up in the dark room, and this small flame flickered in the hand of the old farmer, and although the fire of a candle was small, it would not disturb the sleeping people.

They had now come to the bedside, and Long Xi was still asleep, and he slept quite ugly. But in the eyes of the old owner, it is indescribably cute.

The old owner of the village said, "Who do you guess he will be?" This sentence was obviously said to Qiu Jian, but Qiu Jian's face was not very good-looking, and he said coldly: "How do I know who he is." The old owner of Qiu Lao glanced at his son, of course he could see why his son was unhappy, after all, his son was still young, and he was not surprised to have such a temper.

Qiu Jian still thinks that the shocking sword is his own originality, but now he is falsely accused by his father that someone else deliberately taught him, how can he be convinced when he is already proud.

Especially when he saw Long Xi lying on the bed, snoring like thunder, holding his stomach up, and one hand still on his crotch, he couldn't believe it.

The old owner of Qiu Lao Zhuang had already decided that he said lightly: "No matter who he is, he must be very famous." He glanced at Qiu Jian again, and muttered, "No matter who he is, he has already had great kindness to our Golden Snake Sect."

At this time, Long Xi turned over and put his other hand on his crotch in a daze.

The old owner of Qiu hurriedly covered him with the fallen quilt board and carefully picked it up beside his bed.

Qiu Jian had already walked out angrily, and when the old owner of Qiu Jian saw Qiu Jian go out, he followed out.

The night wind blew, but it couldn't blow away his resentful mood at this time. The old owner of the old village patted him on the shoulder with one hand, and only said one sentence: "Do you want to avenge Master Li?" Hearing this, Qiu Jian suddenly quieted down, and the breath in his chest was much lighter, and the old owner Qiu was very pleased, after all, his son could still distinguish between right and wrong, and then he said: "Since you want to take revenge, you have to endure it."

Early the next morning, Long Xi also got up early, the first thing he did when he got up was to touch his stomach to see if what he ate yesterday had been digested, he touched his stomach with great satisfaction, and smiled with satisfaction.

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