Learning Qin Wuwu's water cutting head is not a simple task.

Regardless of Bu Shabi's weak physique, even if he is considered to have natural divine power, he will have to plant a heel in the first step of using wine as a sword, not to mention learning the full eight styles of water cutting head, which is a severe test for Bu Shabi.

"Practice hard, when you can condense the wine sword, you can start the next step."

Qin Wuwu waved his hand to let Shabi practice by himself, and then slowly thought about the half of the mutton bun he ate, feeling that those who have slow hands don't have this reason, it's really fucking right.

"Master, can I really practice martial arts?" Bushabi asked this question again, knowing that he had been weak since he was a child, and if his parents had not exhausted their wealth to buy a panacea for him to continue his life, he would have died long ago.

Qin Wuwu smiled, pointed at himself, with a proud expression, and said, "Who do you think Master and I am?" ”

"Wine ...... Drinker? ”

"Hmph~"

Hearing Bu Shabi mention his nickname, Qin Wuwu was flustered in his heart, this stupid boy didn't know how to estimate his face.

Patting Bu Shabi's head, Qin Wuwu pretended to be angry, and scolded: "People outside don't know your master, so even if you give me the title of a drunkard, you kid dare to entertain me with this?" I really don't know if it's right or wrong to take you as an apprentice......"

"But Master, I have this physique."

Bu Shabi took Qin Wuwu's hand and made a pitiful look.

You must know that his parents saved his life after exhausting most of the family wealth, and in such an environment as the Qinglong Kingdom, it is inevitable to practice martial arts, and Bu Shabi naturally has to accept the teachings of the martial artist.

No matter which martial artist saw Bu Shabi's situation, he either simply shook his head and retreated, or he looked desperate, and he reluctantly showed a smile and promised Bu Shabi's parents that he would do his best to let Bu Shabi enter.

Over time, Bu Shabi also understood that those who retired as soon as they saw him, regardless of their martial arts, their character was still good.

Those who said they wanted to try it were also to see that the thin camel of the Bu family was bigger than the horse, and to gather his family's wool as much as possible, after all, one more day would pay more money.

Bu Shabi could feel that Qin Wuwu had another attitude, without any disdain, and some were just surprised and curious.

When Qin Wuwu proposed to accept the apprentice, although Bu Shabi was excited, he still asked.

"Mr. Qin, I'm afraid I can't practice martial arts."

"Isn't it just an early death, what's the big deal." Qin Wuwu's answer made Shabi fall into an unprecedented joy.

After three days of suffering, Bu Shabi finally felt that he was a teacher with no worries about worshipping Qin.

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Qin Wuwu did not tell the essentials except for demonstrating the water adjustment head, although Bu Shabi was puzzled why Qin Wuwu kept asking him to condense the wine sword and then start to really learn the sword, the hope for others was the only hope for Bu Shabi.

Watching his parents grow old, the solid family has become dilapidated because of him, and the neighbors often reveal that they have a waste of ridicule for the Bu family......

"I'm going to learn, I'm going to be able to." Bu Shabi clenched his fists, picked up the sword with only the hilt, and put on a cool posture and shouted at Qin Wuwu's green wine gourd: "Bah~ Wine!" ”

"Wine!"

"Come!"

"You're coming out!"

No matter how Bu Shabi called, no matter how he imitated Qin Wuwu's posture, he couldn't let the little wine gourd gush out the wine, let alone turn the wine into a sword.

"Poof~ You don't seem to be stupid." Qin Wuwu couldn't help laughing, but he was a little lonely in his heart.

It seems that Bu Shabi is not the heir of the water cutting head, and seeing that he has played a whole set of sword moves, Bu Shabi has not comprehended the essence at all.

There is disappointment, but he Qin Wuwu has no worries about being a person who accepts his fate.

If he accepts his fate, he will not turn into a handful of loess soon, where can he still hold a green gourd, and where will he still have the ambition to fill the world's fine wine.

"Master......"

Looking at Bu Shabi with a sad face, Qin Wuwu couldn't help but sigh.

"Forget it, it seems that your understanding is not enough."

As soon as he heard Qin Wuwu say this, Bu Shabi almost cried.

"If it's a man, I'll hold it back, and it's not that there is no other way for you to get started, the so-called understanding is not hard enough to make up, give, take it."

Bu Shabi held Qin Wuwu's wine gourd, and he didn't know what Qin Wuwu's efforts were.

Pace with your hands behind your back.

Qin Wuwu looked at the sky, his eyes full of sadness and loneliness.

"There are eight types of so-called water cutting heads. People who have the talent for sword training can understand two of the tastes after watching me demonstrate it, and the remaining eight points need to find the sword intent that suits them. ”

"Master, but I only think that Master's swordsmanship is excellent, and I don't see any of the rest."

"This means that you don't have enough understanding." Qin Wuwu smiled, he originally gave up his fist and cultivated his sword halfway because he admired Song Jingyan, there was no guide, and there were few like-minded companions.

"As the saying goes, a new song and a glass of wine, a sword move in a glass of wine, when you can feel the existence of the sword from the wine, you will be considered a beginner."

Qin Wuwu said lightly, seeing Bu Shabi's puzzled look, he poured the wine gourd into Bu Shabi's mouth, and did not stop until Bu Shabi's face was flushed, and the wine that came out was about to catch up with the wine poured in.

"My water mixing head has eight types, which correspond to the eight realms of drinking. A new song and a glass of wine is the first realm, and before you are drunk, I will tell you a good talk. ”

[1. A new song and a glass of wine.] 】

[2. Three glasses and two light wines. 】

[3. Three cups gradually feel Huayuan, and one bucket can pour a piece of Leiping. 】

[4. A sheng song is drunk, and the wind on the water surface wakes up with wine. 】

[5. The transverse flute blows the rain obliquely before the wind, and the hairpin flowers in the drunken house are upside down. 】

[6. Drunk and lying on the battlefield, Jun Mo smiled, and a few people came back to fight in ancient times. 】

[7. Drunk to pick up the lamp to see the sword, dream back to blow the horn company camp. 】

[8. Where to wake up tonight, the willow shore is dawning and the moon is waning. 】

Every move and style of the water cutting head is self-realization, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is the ancestor of the founding school. With the sword of wine, each realm in the wine corresponds to every move of the water cutting head.

Bu Shabi is like him when he first practiced swordsmanship, it doesn't matter if he doesn't have an understanding of swordsmanship, just like Qin Wuwu said, work hard to make up.

Qin Wuwu patted Bu Shabi's shoulder and said with a smile: "It's not the moment for you to condense the wine sword, now you will drink, when can you feel the sword intent from the wine, when will you start to condense the wine sword." ”

"Master...... That's what you're talking about...... Step up your game?! ”

It's not that Bu Shabi doubts Qin Wuwu's way, but drinking can make up for his talent in swordsmanship, if this is passed on, won't the swordsmen on the rivers and lakes all have to come to find trouble with his master.

"You think drinking is easy?"

Bushabi shook his head and nodded again.

"Boy, I'll tell you today, there is no simple thing in this world, even drinking."

On this day, Bu Shabi hadn't realized how hard it was for Qin Wuwu to work hard to make it up.

On this day, Liu Long's reputation for painstaking management in Mingyue Tower gradually spread, and people can always hear people in other parts of Yancheng mentioning how Liu Long is righteous and how Liu Long is bright and magnificent.

On this day, Song Jingyan greeted his old friend with a smile on his face, and opened the door of the Song Mansion to discuss the final preparations for the Heroes Association.

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"I'm tired to death, Sean, you owe me."

"Did you hear that the money you borrowed from me, and the interest you swore to guarantee, plus the things that took advantage of me when I washed the dishes, are all owed to me by you, and you have to pay it back."

Sean's eyes were like torches, and he suddenly felt that he hadn't seen Mo Shang Jue such a cheeky person before.

What is it called taking advantage of you, you didn't stand firm and leaned into my arms, it's also my fault, why don't you throw the pot on the tidal flow caused by the rotation of the planet and gravity.

Frowning, Sean didn't plan to discuss too much with Mo Shangjuran on this point, it wasn't that he didn't want to quarrel...... It's just that I can't make a noise.

Women have an innate talent for quarrels, even if they act like a man's style.

"Remember what we discussed, if you mess up, not only will your money be gone, but it will be a question of whether you and I can walk on the street openly."