Chapter 110: Tsing Yi Lou and the Blue Dragon Club

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What exactly is martial arts?

Is it a high internal force? Is it a peerless mental method? Is it an invincible move? Is it an ethereal lightness?

Both, and no.

Martial arts is a thing that kills people, using your own life to fight for other people's lives.

A swordsman, when he comes out of the sword, has already integrated his life into this sword, poured his blood, ** and even his spirit into the sword in his hand, and used his life to attack the enemy.

What can be more precious and heavy than life? So if you are willing to give your life for this sword, then this sword must be the strongest sword in your life.

A true swordsman is a sword with his life, and those who spare their lives will never comprehend such a truly powerful blow.

Su Yang's life has been completely integrated into the Qinggang Sword.

At this moment, unless he took his life, even the gods and Buddhas in the sky could not stop the advance of the Qinggang Sword.

Could it be that Su Yang really wanted to kill Lu Xiaofeng?

If Lu Xiaofeng doesn't let him kill, then he has to kill him, is Su Yang looking for death?

Fortunately, there are several things in the world that are more magical than the gods and Buddhas.

Lu Xiaofeng's finger is one of them.

The blade of the Qinggang Sword suddenly stopped in front of Lu Xiaofeng, and was caught by two fingers.

No one could see where these two fingers came from or when, as if they were supposed to be here, and should have caught the sword, just as the sun rises in the east and sets in the west, and the day is over and then the night is complete, it is a natural and unchangeable truth.

Su Yang nodded: "Admire!" ”

Lu Xiaofeng also nodded and let go of his fingers.

A bead of sweat slipped down his sideburns, and he said, "If I had known that your sword intent was very close to a friend of mine, I would never have played such a dangerous game with you just now." ”

"Your friend?" Su Yang smiled: "The one from Wanmei Villa? ”

Lu Xiaofeng nodded: "I didn't expect that a lascivious and alcoholic guy like you could be so focused and even holy when using a sword." He shook his fingers self-deprecatingly and said, "Ever since I fell in love with a beautiful woman who drank alcohol, I always found it difficult to devote myself to martial arts. ”

Su Yang laughed: "If a person like you can practice martial arts wholeheartedly, then other people in the rivers and lakes should not mix." ”

Lu Xiaofeng also smiled: "It seems that I still practice casually so-so." ”

After he finished laughing, he said to Su Yang seriously: "If you are still alive in five years and you still want to try your sword, don't come to me again, go to Wanmei Villa." ”

"The gap between me and Simon blowing snow is five years?" Su Yang was a little surprised. It's not that I think the gap is too big, but it's too small.

A swordsman in his twenties would be proud if he was qualified to fight Simon Fuxue in five years. What's more, Lu Xiaofeng didn't know that he had spiritual power, divine power, and two arms, he said that five years, then in fact, it wouldn't take that long at all.

"I don't know what kind of realm he is." Lu Xiaofeng laughed: "It's just that after five years, I may not be able to take your sword, and when the time comes, if you send a sword to me with all your might, I am only afraid that one person will die between the two." ”

Jianghu is a very strange place, the same thing is completely different for different people to do, some people have a deep hatred after the competition, and even never die, some people are in a hurry to brag everywhere after the competition, and some people will concentrate on hard practice and endure humiliation and hope that one day the revenge will be avenged, and some people will be slumped from then on.

But the two men began to drink.

Lu Xiaofeng stretched out his hand like a trick, and he didn't know where to find a jar of wine, just by putting the mud on the wine jar, he knew that this jar of wine would not be less than ten years.

"One of the biggest advantages of Hohuo here is that you can find good wine anytime and anywhere." Lu Xiaofeng slapped open the sealing mud, and suddenly the room was filled with a smell of wine.

Su Yang stopped him and asked with a smile: "Aren't you afraid of drinking people's short mouths?" Drinking too much of his wine, if one day you find out that this guy is damned, you can't do it? ”

Lu Xiaofeng didn't ask Su Yang why Huo Xiu should die at all, but said indifferently: "If he doesn't deserve to die, I am his friend and drink some wine from him, presumably he will be embarrassed to say anything; If he deserves to die, I will drink some wine from him, and it can be regarded as a great joy for the people to do the right thing for heaven. ”

"It looks like you're not a gentleman." Su Yang said as he aged the Xifeng in his wine gourd into a bowl and drank it with a grunt.

Lu Xiaofeng's eyes lit up, grabbed the wine gourd and poured himself a bowl, and said with a smile: "If I were a gentleman, I would be embarrassed to snatch your wine, this gentleman is still not good." ”

At this moment, two big holes suddenly opened in the wall of the hut, and two people Shi Shiran walked in from the hole, both of them looked very calm, looking at ease, and the big hole in the wall seemed to be not opened by them at all, as if two people who had just eaten and drunk from outside opened the door and returned to their own homes.

Xiao Qiuyu was still smiling, but he lifted a chair in his hand and slammed it casually, and as soon as there was a click, this very delicate carved wooden chair had been torn apart by him.

Liu Yuhe slowly sat on the bed, but before he could sit down, there was a 'click' sound, and the bed actually collapsed.

Xiao Qiuyu frowned and said, "The furniture here is not strong. ”

Dugu Fang said: "Next time, you must remember. You can't buy it in this store again. Before the two sentences were finished, five or six more things were smashed to pieces.

Lu Xiaofeng and Su Yang didn't seem to see it at all.

The two of them were still drinking, and they even looked a little distressed, anyway, the things that these people smashed were not theirs at all, and even if they were all smashed, someone would settle accounts with them.

In a matter of moments, everything in the room had been smashed to pieces by these three men, and seventeen or eighteen jars of good wine had also been smashed to pieces.

But Xiao Qiuyu did a very stupid thing.

Xiao Qiuyu said: "The color is a steel knife that scrapes bones, and the wine is a poison that pierces the intestines, and it is always harmful to stay there." ”

Dugu Fang said: "Yes, you can't even keep an altar." ”

He swaggered over, grabbed a jar of wine on the table, and was about to slam it on the ground.

Of course, Su Yang couldn't keep pouring wine out of the wine gourd in front of Lu Xiaofeng, so this jar of wine became the last wine that could be drunk.

Su Yang didn't stop it, just sighed and said: "It's very stupid to smash wine in front of the drunkard and tease his wife in front of the cautious eye." ”

Before he could finish speaking, the jar of wine that had been smashed on the ground returned to the table as if it were a trick.

And the man who smashed the wine flew out.

"Looks like we're not drinking well this time." Lu Xiaofeng shrugged: "Let's go and see what this princess Danfeng who likes to undress is going to do." ”

Of course, Su Yang knows what Duke Danfeng is going to do, but it's better to wait for Lu Xiaofeng to put it up by himself, some people you ask him to do something, he won't go, you don't mention him, but you want to do it.

And for the organization of Tsing Yi Lou in the original plot, Su Yang has always felt very strange.

The development model of Tsing Yi Building seems to be the same as that of the Blue Dragon Club, and even gradually has the momentum to replace the Blue Dragon Club. And with such a behemoth as the Qinglong Society, how could it allow the storage of Tsing Yi Lou?