It was already morning when Ying Long woke up, and the master and apprentice each slept soundly against a window frame, and there was a tear hanging from the corner of Xi Nan's eye, crumbling, but it hadn't fallen yet.

Ying Long had too many doubts in his heart, so he found a thin quilt from the house, covered it on Xi Nan, and left a note beside him, which read: I'm going to buy fish to eat.

After doing this, Ying Long walked out of the house with a wooden sword, and said in his heart: "If that old angler doesn't hand over Ke'er, it doesn't matter if he is a friend of the master or not!"

After that, he ran wildly, until he ran outside Beihai City, the road was depressed and deserted, and the people of the past were gone, but the ring in the center of the city was crowded with people, and the sound of "clanging" swords collided non-stop, and Ying didn't raise the dragon's head, and ran straight over.

He ran to the fish shop in one go, the fishmonger at the door didn't say a word, he lowered his head and left, Ying Long followed unhurriedly, still thinking in his heart: "If he doesn't hand over Ke'er, it doesn't matter if he is a friend of the master or not!"

The two walked along the beach to a brick house, the house was very wide, fat like a pier on the shoreline, the eaves were raised, there were seabirds and seagulls nesting on it, the water droplets were dripping down, the fishmonger stopped when he walked to the brick house, Ying Long pushed the door open, and happened to meet a thin servant, holding a vegetable plate in his hand, and complaining incessantly.

A middle-aged man who looked like a cook threw the wok and yelled, "Fuck, how many dishes have I cooked today, I have never met such a girl in my life!"

Ying Long sneaked up and quietly followed the little servant, he wanted to steal Ke'er quietly.

The door of a room on the second floor opened with a "bang", and the old angler was wearing a white robe, his face was graceful and calm, and he said lightly: "What?

He flew down with the long railing, like a snow-white bird, blocking in front of Ying Long, and said, "Boy, I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

Ying Long pulled out his wooden sword, looked the angler up and down, and already had a calculation in his heart: "I use the first type of 'wine to intoxicate myself'! If he is the one who defeats the three masters, he will definitely not be able to hurt him! If he is not Wang Zhulu, then I will take the opportunity to save Ke'er!"

Ying Long stabbed straight with his sword, although there are only nine styles of "Nine Pole Heaven", but each style is its own vein, the first style is elegant, and the footwork is unexpected, as if drunk, so it is called "wine is intoxicating!".

The old angler looked at his footwork before and after, his fingers were light, and then he took out a wooden sword, Ying Long stabbed straight over, the old angler turned the sword body, only a slight pinch of the sword blade, the sword suddenly turned, Ying Long could not retract the momentum, and the body pounced on the old angler, and the old angler let go, he hit the wall.

Ying Long did a somersault, and he couldn't care about the nosebleed, so he shouted first: "Come again!" After saying that, he took a sharp breath, and the wooden sword in his hand soared, like a white light fluttering, and the old angler was not lazy, staring at Ying Long with blazing eyes.

Ying Long's footsteps are elegant, and the first few moves can't bear to greet the vital point of the angler's body, but after a long time, the old angler only defends and does not attack, and a wooden sword protects the body very tightly, Ying Long is secretly frightened, and when this style of swordsmanship is used twice, he is already tired and panting, the old angler frowned, and asked:

"Boy, what's your name for this trick?"

"Nine Poles Heaven - Wine is intoxicating!"

The old angler retracted his sword violently, kicked Ying Long out of the distance with one kick, closed his eyes and pondered.

Ying Long was horrified, the first type of footwork was false and real, and he was actually kicked by his leisurely kick, and couldn't help but be frustrated: "I can't beat you!"

The old angler opened his eyes abruptly and asked, "What else did Xinan teach you?"

Ying Long stood up with his sword and said, "It's gone!"

"Gone?" muttered the angler, "yes, a stupid boy like you can only learn so much in a day!"

Ying Long took advantage of his rumors and took the opportunity to rush up the stairs and shouted, "Ke'er, Ke'er, where are you?"

Several sturdy men sealed the staircase, Ying Long naturally used the trick of "drinking and intoxicating", his steps swayed, he stepped over the two in a blink of an eye, and then pushed with his backhand, and the two men rolled down the stairs with a grunt.

When Ke'er heard the call, he jumped out of the door, his clothes were clean and tidy, his smile was bright, and he couldn't see the panic of being caught, and he held a handful of black things in his hand, and shouted with a smile:

"Ying Long, are you coming to me? Don't worry, try the air-dried fish tail here!"

Where can Ying Long care about eating, he hugged Ke'er, pulled out a wooden sword and pointed at the few people who were chasing.

Ke'er pressed down the sword and said with a smile: "They are not bad people, they still give me something to eat!"

Ying Long didn't dare to relax, and shouted in a rough voice to the people who were chasing after him:

"Don't come here!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he only felt Ke'er's fingers pry open his mouth, and the fragrant and soft air-dried fish tail came in, he chewed slightly, and the taste became stronger, and then he chewed, the taste was thicker and thicker, just chewed a few bites, and he couldn't stop it, he thought: Ke'er's clothes are also clean, and the food is so delicious, it is far more comfortable than in the master's house.

When I think about it like this, I don't feel good in my heart, and I don't know whether it's worry or envy.

The pursuers shouted and kept forcing the two into a corner, and the old angler came out of the crowd and said only one sentence:

"You will never take her away!"

Ying Long took the sword, sent Ke'er away with affection, bowed down and said, "Senior Wang, I will come to you again tomorrow!"

The old angler smiled and said, "Did you tell that old thing?"

Ying Long hurriedly said: "No! I don't. ”

Ying Long saw that he seemed to have a great anger to vent, so he pushed him away and left angrily, and the old angler screamed a few times and shouted:

"Boy, where are you going?"

Ying Longtou didn't reply, and said: "When I learn all the nine poles and nine styles, I'll come to you again!"

The old angler flew down, passed through several people and blocked in front of Ying Long, and pointed at him:

"I will also teach you a formula, my "Eight or Nine Xuantian Gong" is no worse than his "Nine Extreme Heavens"! You learn or not, if you don't learn, I will pull that little girl to feed the fish now!" Wang Zhulu saw that he should not, pointed at Ke'er and shouted: "Drag her away!"

Ying Long hurriedly grabbed the hem of Wang Zhulu's clothes and pleaded: "I learn, I learn!"