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In the bamboo forest of Furong Temple, Xu Buling, who practiced martial arts with bamboo branches, sneezed, feeling a little cold in his back.

In the bamboo sea, Ning Yuhe, who was wearing a black Taoist robe, sat on the stone sideways, and a small tea tray was placed next to him. The sitting posture is not deliberate, but it is difficult to hide the gentleness that comes with the body, and if you look closely, it is a little close in front of you but rejects people for thousands of miles, just like the fairy in the forest.

Seeing Xu Buling sneezing, Ning Yuhe stood up, took a blanket from the side, and walked over to Xu Buling and draped it over his shoulders:

"The body hasn't recovered yet, you still have to pay attention, you can practice for a while, go back and rest."

Xu Buling nodded and chuckled, looked at Si Swenwen's master, and thought for a while: "I want to meditate at night, if Aunt Lu comes to me, the master will help me block it, she only listens to you." ”

Because of the 'miracle' of the Furong Temple, Mrs. Lu has been extremely respectful of Taoist priests recently, and basically listens to whatever Ning Yuhe says. Taoist meditation is originally a method of cultivating one's self-cultivation, and it is not good to be disturbed, Ning Yuhe did not doubt it, and bowed slightly:

"Okay, remember not to force your luck to rush away from the blockage of qi and blood around your body, I'll go talk to Mrs. Lu."

After the words fell, he turned around and walked out of the bamboo forest, although he was wearing a Taoist robe, his steps were swaying.

Xu Buling watched Ning Yuhe leave, and now that he has been in contact for a long time, he gradually understands why Ning Yuhe is called the first beauty who is called "the beauty of the world is difficult to enter the painting" - Ning Yuhe did not surprise the Quartet at first glance, but the longer he looked at it, the more he could feel the 'just right' beauty, no matter moving, static, standing, or sitting, people could not find the slightest flaw, and also said what was good. If you have to 'nitpick' to find shortcomings, it is estimated that you can't find hair......

Xu Buling pondered for a moment, his thoughts began to deviate again, he coughed lightly and swept away the picture in his mind, walked towards the house, passed by Lao Xiao, who was pretending to be a fairy on the stone, but remembered something, raised his hand and ordered:

"Lao Xiao, send someone to check on Song Yu, the king of Yan, to see what he has been busy with in recent years and who he has been dealing with."

Lao Xiao squinted and took a nap, opened his eyes when he heard the sound, jumped down from the stone, and straightened his little hat:

"Little Lord, what did King Cha Yan do?"

Xu Buling and Ning Yuhe talked about Empress Cui's past, although he knew that Song Yu had never left the capital, he still felt that this 'contemporary true gentleman' was a little strange to be mentioned by Jia Yi, and pondered slightly:

"I don't know, let's check first...... By the way, did you find the vendor who sold the jar of wine last time? ”

After Lao Xiao ordered the palace guards to go out, he shook his head:

"Chang'an City has one hundred and eight squares, with a population of more than one million, it is really not easy to find a hawker......"

"If I can't find it, it must have been arranged by the people behind the scenes, so I sent someone to send a letter to my father, and made a posture of going to the Western Regions to find antidote wine, so as not to startle the snake."

"Row ......"

After Xu Buling finished his instructions, he returned to the house, posed as a meditator, and waited for dark.

Because of her identity, the Queen Mother can't come to Furong every day, but the detoxification can't be delayed. Looking at the situation today, the Queen Mother can't come, so he can only pass......

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In a blink of an eye, it was the end of March, and the blood boiling in front of the Taiji Hall had slowly dissipated, but another more exciting thing quietly exploded in the market in March:

The first place of the Ten Martial Arts has finally surfaced!

The big day is hanging in the air, and there are a sea of people outside the Longyin Pavilion on Zhuangyuan Street, countless Jianghu rangers and people who join in the excitement of the market gather on the side of the street, and even the nearby Goolan Oiran is standing at the window with a fan to look.

Zhu Manzhi, dressed in a wolf guard clothes, sat in a tea shop on the side of the street and munched melon seeds, looking at the high platform built overnight outside the Longyin Pavilion.

There were also a few wolf guard colleagues next to him, who also gathered together to hold tea bowls, discussing who the first Wu Kui was:

"It must be Situ's seniors, this is well deserved......"

"It's impossible, no one has gone to Qianrenmen to kick the gym, I haven't fought with anyone, no matter how high the martial arts are, it's not easy to get in, Situ seniors estimate that it will take a while to come out......"

"Alas~ Lord Zhang is too, obviously I already know the news, so we have to let us see it ourselves......"

"Recently, there are a lot of people who have emerged on the rivers and lakes, and the yamen said that Kou Meng, who had fought with Chen Chong, the gun god of northern Xinjiang, came to Chang'an a few years ago, wouldn't he also want to take the name of Wu Kui......

"Kou Meng was injured in the battle with Chen Chong back then, and he has long been dead...... "Qianshu."

It's chattering, it's noisy, and most of the people in the tea shop are talking about it.

On the platform outside the Longyin Pavilion, a storyteller who is more famous in Chang'an is talking about what happened in the Hundred Feet Cliff of the East China Sea a few days ago:

“…… On the family of swordsmen in the rivers and lakes, there is no one more than Lu, Zhu, and Cao...... Oh, and a Don ......"

"Hahaha......"

Because the Tang family has the most shallow background, and there has never been a peerless character, the status in the mouth of Mr. Storyteller has never been very high. Zhu Manzhi likes to listen to these things on weekdays, and he laughed stupidly at this time.

“…… Since the old sword saint Zhu Silk Mountain died in the sword gate of the Zhu family, and the old master of the Lu family died on the cliff side of the East China Sea, the name of the 'sword saint' has fallen on the body of Lu Baiming, the contemporary head of the Lu family in the East China Sea, known as 'his sword does not move, and his meaning is Baiming'......

…… Back then, King Su led his army to suppress the Lu clan in the East China Sea, and the causes and reasons are complicated, and it is inconvenient to go into detail here, but you also know it if you want to come...... Lu Baiming saw that his biological father died in battle and did not make a move, so he was ashamed, and he thought about it on the hundred-foot cliff wall so far, and never stepped out of the Lu family......

…… But just a few days ago, on March 23, when the wind and rain destroyed the city, there was a bucket of swordsmen, holding ordinary iron swords, came to the Lu family in the East China Sea, and used the heads of the seven heroes in the east as stepping stones, knocked on the door of the Lu family, and asked the sword Yu Lu Baiming on the side of the hundred-foot cliff! And guess what? ”

Everyone was listening attentively, and when they saw that the storyteller had bought a pass, they all became annoyed and urged:

"The result? Who loses and who wins? ”

"Hurry up......"

The storyteller held a white paper fan in his hand, hung his appetite for a moment, and then patted the wood:

"Lu Baiming is a contemporary 'Sword Saint', no matter whether he wins or loses this battle, there must be one of the Ten Martial Warriors who will become the Holy Lord......

…… On that day, the owners of the twelve gates of the East China Sea watched the battle and testified, Lu Baiming's sword came out of thirty-six, showing the thousand-year-old inheritance of the Lu family, where the sword light reached, the grass and trees did not exist, the mountains and rocks were unstoppable, and the twelve gate masters who were forced to retreat a hundred steps away dared to observe, worthy of the name of 'Sword Saint'......"

Everyone listened with solemn eyes: "And then the swordsman in the cloak lost?" ”

The storyteller chuckled, and suddenly his face changed, and he spread the white paper fan:

“…… It's a pity that Lu Baiming's sword came out of thirty-six, and the sword missed. And the swordsman in the cloth was holding an ordinary iron sword, and only one sword came out, and the sword was like a dragon going to sea and Tianjiao entering the world, and the thousand-year-old prestige of the Lu family in the East China Sea was pressed under a sword......"

"Wow-"

There was an uproar outside the building, and some were in disbelief.

Zhu Manzhi hugged the small tea bowl, knowing that it was Mr. Storyteller's exaggeration, he was still a little excited, and said loudly:

"Okay - the last swordsman, is he standing in the wind and rain with a sword, looking coldly at the twelve masters of the East China Sea, and saying, 'From now on, I am the contemporary sword master'?"

"Hahaha......"

Many of the listeners sneered when they heard this, obviously knowing the tone of the storyteller, and usually ended up like this.

But to everyone's surprise, the storyteller on the stage folded his fan, patted his palm and said with a smile:

"The girl must be a regular customer, but it's a pity to disappoint you. The clothed swordsman didn't take the name of the Sword Saint, but took back the name of the Sword Saint! ”

“……？”

Everyone was stunned and a little puzzled.

“…… The battle of the day ended with Lu Baiming abandoning his sword and admitting defeat. And the swordsman in the cloth just said, 'My father has been fighting with Ling Zun for decades, and he has not distinguished himself until death, this regret, I wish six to make up for it'. Zhu Liu, Zhu Jiajian's wish, the old sword saint Zhu Silk Mountain's orphans......"

The audience was stunned and surprised, but I didn't expect this to be a matter of 'orphans who have endured humiliation for ten years and revitalized their homes with one move'.

The storyteller appreciated the listener's reaction with satisfaction, and turned his eyes to look at the female wolf guard who wanted to dismantle the stage, but there was only a handful of melon seeds left on the small table in the tea shop, where did half a figure come from......

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Crazy Deposit......