Although the hairline of the man in the hot spring is high, although he is over forty years old, he is still very handsome, and his figure is also very good, his muscles are strong, and his smiling eyes seem to be able to see through people's hearts, and there is a calm and unhurried atmosphere.

It was here, if he walked out of this small courtyard and out of this resort, thousands of people would know him and scream for him.

Because he's Qiu Long!

A kung fu superstar who has been famous for more than 20 years and has brought countless classic roles to fans! belongs to one of the representatives of Chinese kung fu movies, if the time goes back ten years, Qiu Long is a well-deserved king among the action stars!

It's just that there are no thousands of days of popularity, and the passage of time has also taken away a lot of Qiu Long's popularity, and there are endless newcomers in the film industry who can play and are handsome, and Qiu Long, who has already become famous, has also lost the sharpness of his early years, but even so, his two words Qiu Long are still the guarantee of the box office of kung fu movies.

Unlike Gu Kuangtu's other righteous sons and daughters, Qiu Long is also very obsessed with kendo in addition to movies, after Gu Kuangtu's death, most of the others joined major domestic film and television groups, but Qiu Long came to Japan, signed a contract with Sakura Film and Television, and also founded a sword museum in Hokkaido - Poetry Sword Museum.

According to domestic media reports, Qiu Long's Poetry Sword Pavilion now has more than 3,000 disciples. said that he was the first person in kendo among Gu Kuangtu's righteous sons and daughters, and no one would object.

"I'm here this time and want to make a bet with you!"

Facing Qiu Long's inquiry, Lin Fusheng said after a moment of silence.

"Oh? What is the stake? ”

Qiu Long shrugged slightly, as if he was interested.

Lin Fusheng looked down at the Youhu Sword in his left hand and said calmly: "I know you have always liked this sword, if you win, the Youhu Sword will be given to you!" ”

"Oh? Is it? ”

Qiu Long was a little moved, the smile on his face deepened, his upper body leaned back slightly on the edge of the hot spring pool, and said, "The Youhu Sword is one of the four swords of your Lin family, can you be the master?" Not afraid that you will lose it. Expelled from the Lin family? ”

Lin Fusheng still lowered his head and smiled indifferently.

"How to explain to my family is my business, I have brought the sword today, whether you can take it or not depends on whether you can win!"

Qiu Long pinched his chin and thought about it for a moment, then suddenly asked, "What if I lose?" What do you want me to give you? ”

Hearing this, Lin Fusheng raised his head and looked directly at Qiu Long: "If I win by luck, you go back to China to help me play a role!" ”

Qiu Long was stunned, but he didn't expect Lin Fusheng's condition to be this.

Then he smiled, got up with a smile and walked out of the hot spring pool step by step. With his arms open, he let the maid who came forward silently help him wipe and dress, while he looked at Lin Fusheng with a smile and asked, "How to bet?" ”

Obviously, Qiu Long was moved by Lin Fusheng's bet.

With today's technology, it is easy to make a few swords that cut gold and iron, and with his identity, he only needs to give a command, and he will make as many as he wants, but the ancient sword is different! The real ancient swords have a story of inheritance, just like the wandering sword in Lin Fusheng's hand. It was the sword of Lin Songlin, a strange person of the previous generation of Lin family ancestors, and Lin Songlin was the number one swordsman of Jinyiwei at that time, and he once defeated many masters with this wandering sword.

Such an ancient sword, if Lin Fusheng is willing to take it out and put it up for auction. It's not unusual to sell tens of millions.

Of course, in the eyes of a kendo master like Qiu Long, the wandering sword is not something that money can measure, and money may not be able to buy such an ancient sword. With the Lin family's family background, unless the family road is degraded, they will not take the family heirloom four swords out for sale.

Lin Fusheng raised his chin slightly: "Win me." Count you in winning! ”

At this moment, Lin Fusheng finally showed a trace of arrogance, he was only a few years behind Qiu Long, although Qiu Long was famous for his swordsmanship, but he Lin Fusheng was the descendant of the Lin family's eight-step serial sword, the eight-step serial sword, the head of the southern swords, I don't know how many famous sword swordsmanship he had defeated, Lin Fusheng not only had confidence in himself, but also in the swordsmanship of the Lin family!

"Sword match?"

Qiu Long suddenly burst out laughing, and in the laughter, he noticed that Lin Fusheng still retained his arrogance, so Qiu Long's laughter became smaller, his left hand stretched out to the side, and the maid who had just dressed him hurriedly took small steps to the sword rack in the hall to get a sheathed long sword for Qiu Long.

This sword looks very new, and at first glance it looks like a Japanese sword-casting technique.

Holding the sword in Qiu Long's hand with both hands, the maid hurriedly retreated quietly, so that only Qiu Long and Lin Fusheng were left on the lawn next to the open-air hot spring.

"Floating! Please! ”

Qiu Long made a simple sword salute with his sword clenched into fists, and the smile on his face made him look unfathomable.

"Please!"

Lin Fusheng solemnly also performed a sword salute, Qiu Long's sword hung down on his waist again, and Lin Fusheng's sword was like the starting style in his movie "Eight Steps Serial Sword", hiding the sheath sword behind his waist, and his footsteps moved slowly, slowly turning around Qiu Long.

Lin Fusheng's expression was calm, and Qiu Long smiled and groaned, but the atmosphere between the two suddenly became solemn.

Qiu Long stood in place and didn't move, just slowly turned his head, and his smiling gaze moved with Lin Fusheng's footsteps.

Under normal circumstances, the Lin family's eight-step serial sword is generally a late strike, but today Qiu Long did not take the initiative to make a sword, Lin Fusheng's footsteps went faster and faster, today he proposed a sword competition, since Qiu Long did not take the initiative to shoot, then it was time for him Lin Fusheng to take the sword first!

And the Lin family's eight-step serial sword can rank first among all the swords in the south, so naturally it is impossible not to have the attack method of the sword first.

Just when Lin Fusheng's footsteps were as fast as running, his figure suddenly flickered, his figure slanted, and in an instant, he took three steps and approached Qiu Long, who was standing still, and at the same time, the sword shadow of the wandering sword he hid behind his waist flashed, and the faint sound of unsheathing just sounded, and a misty messy sword shadow had already attacked Qiu Long's face door.

Qiu Long's eyes lit up instantly, and the smile on his face suddenly became wild.

"Will be in the wine!"

With a loud shout, Qiu Long's body retreated sharply, and the long sword in the sheath also choked out of the sheath.

"Gao Tang Mingjing's sad white-haired !!"

In the words of the loud shout, Qiu Long's sword was like a flash of white light that pierced the misty sword shadow of the forest.

"Ding!"

As soon as the two swords intersected, only a faint clanging sound was emitted, and there was no sound of clashing, Lin Fusheng's left foot stepped forward, and the misty sword light suddenly disappeared, and the arc-shaped sword light like two thin lines flashed away, like two gray crescents attacking Qiu Long, who was retreating sharply.

And Qiu Long shouted again: "The morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk!! ”

The long sword in his hand suddenly emitted a large piece of snow-white sword light, like a white side. Several rapid and sharp sword strikes sounded again, Lin Fusheng's right foot took another step forward, and the sword light of the Wandering Bird Sword changed again, this time more than ten gray sword shadows slashed towards Qiu Long like lightning from all directions.

The swords of the two of them are extremely fast, and the Lin family's eight-step serial sword practice to the highest level is only eight steps in a row, and the enemy in front of them will be defeated within eight steps, and the sharp and fast swordsmanship can be imagined.

In the face of such a fast swordsmanship, since Qiu Long had the confidence to compete with Lin Fusheng, he was naturally very confident in his sword speed.

In the blink of an eye, I saw that Lin Fusheng had taken five steps in a row. The sword light flashed and disappeared, like lightning flying, and like a swarm of bees surging up, as his footsteps continued to step out, his figure swayed left and right, and between five steps, the sword of the wandering bird had been out of the sword dozens of times.

And what about Qiu Long?

The verses that came out of his mouth were getting faster and more numerous.

"Life must be happy! Don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon!! ”

"Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng! Will enter the wine、Jun Mo stop!! ”

"The ancient sages are all lonely, and only the drinker leaves his name......"

His poetry sword is actually based on ancient poems as sword intent?

With the chanting of every ancient poem, the swordsmanship in his hand was changing again and again, when Lin Fusheng took the sixth step. Qiu Long's high-pitched poem suddenly paused for a moment, and at that moment, he saw a gray sword light flash from Qiu Long's left shoulder, and a string of blood beads splashed out.

The smile on the corner of Lin Fusheng's mouth just surfaced. Qiu Long's voice suddenly burst out: "Sing a song with you, please listen to it for me!! ”

In the midst of the loud shouts, Qiu Long suddenly rose into the air, and the sword light in his hand suddenly became more than ten points. At the same time, the sound of the sword body humming loudly, and there was a faint sound of wind and thunder.

The smile on the corner of Lin Fusheng's mouth just appeared, and Qiu Long's sword was pressed down. Lin Fusheng's face changed suddenly, and the sword light that was about to converge instantly retracted, but he saw an arc-shaped sword light blocking him like a light curtain.

A sound of two swords clashing followed, and then suddenly disappeared, the wandering sword trembled out of Lin Fusheng's palm, and flew diagonally on the lawn not far away, Qiu Long's feet fell to the ground, the snow bright sword tip stopped in front of Lin Fusheng's throat, the tip of the sword was still trembling slightly, if it was an inch further, it had already pierced Lin Fusheng's throat just now.

Lin Fusheng lowered his head little by little, looked at the empty right hand in a daze, and mechanically turned his neck a little bit, and finally looked at the wandering sword inserted on the lawn not far away, and the whole person seemed to have lost his soul.

He actually lost, and he was defeated by one move.

The two fought from beginning to end for only six or seven seconds, and after a few blinks of an eye, the victory was divided, Lin Fusheng injured Qiu Long's sword, and Qiu Long directly defeated him, and the sword of the wandering bird was taken off.

"Haha! Joyfully! Hahaha! It's so exciting! It's been a long time since I've had this pleasure! ”

In the midst of laughter, Qiu Long suddenly put away the sword, returned the sword into the sheath in a chic manner, and in the laughter, he actually used his fingers to dip a little of his own blood on the wound on his shoulder and licked it to his mouth.

Looking at Lin Fusheng's gaze again, he had become very appreciative.

Listening to Qiu Long's hearty laughter, Lin Fusheng woke up like a dream, suddenly laughed at himself, turned around and left.

"Hey! Hi hi! Float! You're leaving? Qiu Long called out to him in surprise.

"I lost! The Wandering Sword is yours! ”

Lin Fusheng waved his hand without looking back, but his back was a little gloomy.

"Hahaha!"

Qiu Long let out another burst of laughter, and just when the corner of Lin Fusheng's mouth showed a bitter smile, he suddenly heard Qiu Long say behind him: "Stingy ghost! Stop! Ha ha! For the sake of you being able to hurt me, I'll take over your role! As for the ...... of the Wandering Bird"

Lin Fusheng stopped and looked back in amazement, unable to believe it.

I saw Qiu Long pinching his chin with a smile and thinking about it, and suddenly said to him: "As for the Youhu Sword, leave it for me to play with for a month, how about returning it to you after a month?" ”

Lin Fusheng was completely stunned this time.

"You don't want my Wandering Sword?"

"Haha! Of course not! Anyway, you called me Brother Long a lot back then! Gu Lao is my father-in-law, and you are his disciple! Our relationship, since you have asked for my door today, how can I really ask you to bet with me with the Youhu Sword, one of the four swords of your Lin family? Who are you and I Qiu Long? Well? (To be continued......)

PS: Thanks to Sanqiuzi, Running 0 Snail, and 100 points for being injured and sad, 200 points for pig's small intestine and Qi Yanyan, thanks for Banshi Chenxiao 0607 for rewarding 10,000 points again and becoming the head of this book, and thanks to the handsome Wen Hao for rewarding 16840 points again and becoming the master of this book! Thank you.