Feng Zirui looked at the Shixian who suddenly appeared beside him with a sluggish face, and secretly sighed in his heart, this person is not only super skilled in swordsmanship, but also brilliant in light skills, and he came here from the studio in the blink of an eye, and he didn't even have time to react!

Fortunately, Shixian came at the right time, and Yang Yuyi, who was the most worried, was already drunk, but she didn't worry about being discovered.

Shixian didn't know what Feng Zirui was thinking in his heart, so he raised the green plum wine jar with one hand and raised his head to drink.

Feng Zirui was shocked when he saw it, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop it: "Shixian, I also have this altar of green plum wine, but I can't stand you drinking it like this!" "Green plum wine is like a rare wine, Feng Zirui doesn't want to just give it to Shixian to drink it like this, how can he have some benefits.

Shixian is not good at fighting, and puts down the wine jar with a sneering face, but the saliva that keeps swallowing can be seen how eager this wine fairy is.

Feng Zirui was secretly happy in his heart, poured a small glass for Shixian, and handed it over: "Shixian is fortunate to be here, I feel honored to be here, this glass of wine should be my tribute to Shixian!" ”

While speaking, Feng Zirui poured himself another glass, raised his head and drank it, and did not forget to blink his mouth after drinking, with a look of enjoyment.

Where could Shixian endure it, took the wine glass, and drank it in one gulp, his expression was even more exaggerated than Feng Zirui: "Good wine!" Wine! Wine! After praising three times in a row, Shixian put down the wine glass unsatisfied, and looked at the wine jar in Feng Zirui's arms with more and more eagerness.

"I wonder if the shopkeeper can give up a certain glass of wine?" Shixian was greedy for a long time, and finally asked.

Feng Zirui was overjoyed, but his face was impassive: "Open the door to do business, since Shixian likes it, I definitely can't refuse, it's just ......" Speaking of this, Feng Zirui deliberately stopped, but his eyes were aimed at Shixian from time to time.

Shixian was stunned, reacted for a moment, reached out and touched his pocket, his face showed embarrassment. Thinking of him poet immortal Li Taibai, even though he is poor, but he has never worried about wine money when he travels all over the world, and countless people in the world rush to invite him to drink!

But now, Shixian is penniless and doesn't even have money to buy wine, so he hesitated for a moment and put forward an idea: "How about using poetry to pay for wine?" ”

Feng Zirui was a little moved, the poems of the poet fairy Li Taibai may not have appeared in history, and their value is immeasurable. However, after thinking about it carefully, Feng Zirui was a little disappointed, he was not a cultural person, even if he liked poetry immortals, it was difficult for him to give up the opportunity to learn the cultivation method because of a few poems.

Shixian had been observing Feng Zirui's expression, noticed his changes, and knew that he couldn't do anything, so he gritted his teeth and untied the long sword on his waist: "This sword is named Qinglian, and it can be used for wine money!" ”

Feng Zirui could see Shixian's hesitation and reluctance, and after thinking about it, he took the initiative to speak: "Mr. Taibai, I can give you this wine, as long as Mr. can teach me swordsmanship!" ”

Shixian paused, looked Feng Zirui up and down for a moment, and asked, "Lang Jun, why do you learn swords?" ”

Feng Zirui's face was bitter, and he explained: "Mr. Taibai should already know what kind of place my inn is, I am a mortal, if I don't have some side work, I'm afraid I won't live long!" In order to prove his persuasiveness, Feng Zirui told the tyrannical dragon again, and asked the soft to make a video, which was the scene of the tyrannical dragon ravaging.

Shixian was amazed by the holographic projection, but he was quickly suppressed by the mighty posture of the tyrannical dragon, and the expression on his face changed slightly, and he sighed: "This kind of demon beast is invincible to manpower!" ”

Feng Zirui couldn't help but be a little excited when he saw that Shixian was relieved, and begged again and again: "Ask Mr. Taibai to teach me!" ”

However, to Feng Zirui's disappointment, Shixian hesitated for a moment, but still shook his head and refused.

"A certain swordsmanship, I'm afraid it's not suitable for Lang Jun!"

"Why?" Feng Zirui frowned, a little unwilling.

Shixian chuckled, pulled out the Qinglian Sword, pulled a sword flower, and explained: "A certain swordsmanship is called Qinglian Sword, which is taken from 'using the sword to tell the meaning of the chest', not a murderous sword, Lang Jun is useless to learn!" ”

Feng Zirui was stupid, thinking of the scene he had seen before where the sword qi was vertical and horizontal but did not hurt the restaurant in the slightest, and he immediately believed it.

"There is no distinction between killing and not killing with a sword, the key is the person who uses the sword!" When Feng Zirui was about to give up, a sentence suddenly came to mind, turned sadness into joy, and looked at Shixian with a hopeful face.

Qinglian Sword said that in the hands of Shixian, maybe it was just his sword dance of "talking about his chest with a sword", but when it came to Feng Zirui's hands, it was impossible to say, it was not too easy to kill someone with that sharp sword qi!

Shixian looked at Feng Zirui in surprise, he didn't expect him to be able to say such philosophical words, and his perception of him couldn't help but rise a lot.

"Lang Jun's words are clear, and he is very human!" first praised it, and just when Feng Zirui thought that Shixian was going to agree, Shixian shook his head again and refused, "It's a pity that Qinglian Jian said that Lang Jun still can't learn!" ”

Feng Zirui was in a hurry, jumped up directly, and almost threw out the green plum wine jar in his hand.

Seeing this, Shixian was shocked, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to support him, and eagerly comforted him: "Lang Jun is not in a hurry, and go out with a certain person, and you will know if you try it!" ”

Feng Zirui hummed and hugged the green plum wine jar into his arms, with an expression of "If you don't explain it to me, I'll smash the wine".

Shixian was helpless, so he walked out of the restaurant first, and Feng Zirui followed behind him with the wine jar.

In a short time, the two of them came to the courtyard of the inn and stood on the shore of the lake, in a cobblestone clearing.

"Lang Jun, look!" Shixian glanced at Feng Zirui, pulled out the Qinglian sword and danced again, just like before in the restaurant, while reciting poems and dancing the sword, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and a chic and elegant figure danced, like an immortal in the world.

However, to Feng Zirui's surprise, the sword is still the same sword poems or those poems, but the sword moves are completely different, and it looks like another set of swordsmanship.

Of course, Feng Zirui has not forgotten the ability to play sword moves, it is all the credit of the soft, and even the changes in it are all told to him by the soft.

At the end of the sword dance, the poet did not stop, and moved again, it was still the same poem and the same sword, and even the sword moves did not change, except for the lack of vertical and horizontal sword energy, although it was still chic, but the sword dance had completely degenerated into a sword dance!

After the two sword dances, Shixian put away his sword and stood, turning to look at Feng Zirui: "Lang Jun, do you understand?" ”

Feng Zirui first shook his head, then nodded, his face was a little ugly: "It seems to understand something!" ”

"Oh?!" Shixian was a little surprised.

"Qinglian Sword said, it should be a heart sword technique!" Although Feng Zirui doesn't understand, he has the super wisdom of softness, and after she explained, he naturally understood, "There is no sword move and no sword technique, and the sword is intentional in the heart, and the sword is like a withered branch in the heart." ”

In the first sword dance, Shixian's mind was different from the previous time, and the sword moves he used were naturally completely different. The second time the sword dance, the poem is still the original poem, but it is obvious that there is no artistic conception in it, just a simple recitation of the poem, the sword can't be said, the sword dance will naturally become a sword dance, and there is no power at all.

Therefore, whether Qinglian Sword is strong or weak depends on the will in his heart, and he must be a heroic and broad-minded person. Even if others practiced, they only danced swords, and even one was accidentally injured. Throughout the ages, there are very few people who can practice this sword, at least, Feng Zirui can't practice it and can't practice it.

"Lang Jun is so perceptive!" Shixian praised it, but his face was helpless, if he couldn't teach the sword, the green plum wine would be hopeless.

Feng Zirui smiled bitterly, shook his head, and handed over the green plum wine jar: "Although I didn't have the opportunity to learn the sword, but this green plum wine, let's give it to Mr. Taibai!" ”

Shixian looked at Feng Zirui with a surprised face, subconsciously took the wine jar, raised his head and took a sip, and exclaimed refreshed.

After pouring a few sips in a row, Shixian finally came to his senses, looked sideways, and found that Feng Zirui had turned to leave, shouted out to Feng Zirui, and asked with a smile.

"Lang Jun, there is another way to do this, but I don't know if Lang Jun is destined?"