Wu Yong noticed Bai Xu's face that was red and bright due to shame, and felt that it was extremely charming, but he also understood that her cultivation was not estimated to be very profound, but it was definitely a hundred times stronger than him, an ignorant earthling, so he asked tentatively: "Sister Bai Xu, how is your spiritual cultivation going?"

Bai Xu lowered his head slightly, and replied softly: "Brother Wu, my talent is not good, and I have only cultivated to the second level of spiritual art. ”

"What kind of psychiatric level 2? I've only heard of English level 4 or 6. Wu Yong was confused, but he didn't dare to ask more, otherwise he would make a mistake, so he encouraged a few words.

Listening to Wu Yong's words of encouragement, Bai Xu smiled, became confident, and looked at Wu Yong expectantly, "Brother Wu, you are a master, I will practice my physical skills, please give me more guidance." ”

It is not easy to cultivate physical skills, it is countless times stronger to have a high finger than to do it behind closed doors, since Wu Yong is a master from afar, she doesn't want to miss this opportunity to ask for advice.

"Good, good. Of course, Wu Yong, who seemed to be a master, couldn't ask for it, so he agreed repeatedly.

When the two came to the backyard, Bai Su took down a sword hanging on the wall and said, "Brother Wu, the physical technique I practice is sword skills. ”

Wu put his hands behind his back and said with a grin: "Well, Sister Bai Xu, you can practice, I'll watch." ”

Bai Xu walked to the center of the backyard, stood in the face of Wu Yong, his expression became serious, and suddenly he screamed, the sword in his hand had been unsheathed at some point, the sword in his right hand, the sheath in his left hand, high and low, and his body danced with a sword.

The shadow of the sword was dense, like a moving sword mountain, enveloping her whole body, almost invisible to her, the terrifying thing was that she was dancing faster and faster, and suddenly with a coquettish sound again, a half-foot-long white sword qi emerged from the tip of the sword, making a whistling sound that pierced the space.

At this time, her movements slowed down, one move at a time, clear, as if holding a thousand catties of weight, the air seemed to be viscous, and a few fallen leaves on the ground also flew up in the air, cut to pieces by the sword qi, and turned into powder with the wind.

"Sword Qi?" Wu Yong gasped and involuntarily took three steps back, this kind of swordsmanship is only possessed by legendary martial arts masters on the earth, where has he seen it?

Bai Xu performed for more than a quarter of an hour before he panted and stopped with his sword, fainting a line of red tide and brushing towards the peach blush.

Wu Yong was infected by such a healthy beauty, and couldn't help but let out a sigh of praise: "It's so beautiful, it's so beautiful!"

"Beautiful, beautiful, Brother Wu, is this what you think of my swordsmanship?" Bai Xu asked suspiciously.

Wu Yong sweated and said nonsense: "Sister Bai Xu, your swordsmanship is very beautiful, but it is just a showcase, and it is not of great use! You must first achieve that you have a sword in your hand and no sword in your heart, and then you can do it without a sword in your hand and a sword in your heart, and then you can further cultivate to the advanced realm of winning without moves." ”

There was no way, he pieced together the swordsmanship realm that he had seen in some martial arts novels, showing that he was a master of physical arts, so as to get through the tricks.

"Okay! There is a sword in his hand, no sword in his heart, no trick to win, and he is extremely clever. A voice came from behind Wu Yong.

Wu looked back in horror, only to see an extremely tall old man standing a few meters behind him, with a light of appreciation in his eyes, looking him up and down, and was about to say a few words modestly, but saw Bai Xu rushing over with a fragrant wind, holding the old man's arm, and said, "Grandpa, you're back, we've been waiting for you for a long time." ”

The old man had a smile on his face, touched the green silk on Bai Xu's head lovingly, and asked, "Xu'er, don't you want to introduce this young man?"

"Hello Grandpa Bai, I'm Wu Yong, a trial student from the other side of the Yiwu River, I'm very happy to know you and Sister Bai Xu. Wu Yong respectfully took the initiative to introduce himself.

The old man smiled and said with a sigh: "Wu Gongzi is really worthy of Master Hongwuer's high feet, and his swordsmanship has reached such an amazing level, Su'er, you have to remember the swordsmanship realm that Brother Wu taught you just now, and it will be inexhaustible for the rest of your life!"

"When did I say that I was a disciple of Master Hongur?" Wu Yong was stunned, confused, but it was not easy to ask out loud, so he could only pass off his mistake to the end.

Bai Xu was originally ignorant of the swordsmanship realm that Wu Yong said, but now when he heard his grandfather say this, he thought about it carefully, and immediately felt that the mystery was endless, and he thanked Wu Yong in surprise, and the adoring eyes seemed to be mixed with a trace of affection, which made Wu Yi feel very happy, wishing that he was really a disciple of Master Hongwuer.

It was already lunch time, and the meal had already been prepared, so the three of them sat down and started to eat after a while.

The old man found a bottle of good wine that he had treasured for a long time, and poured a glass for him and Wu.

As a result, Wu Yongyi was disappointed when he drank it, and he couldn't help frowning, because what kind of good wine was far worse than the rice wine brewed by his eldest brother Wu Quan, only a faint smell of wine, which was also considered a good wine?

Old man Bai's old face turned red, and he said embarrassedly: "Aromatic wine is the best wine we have here, Wu Gongzi is well-informed, he must have drunk wine that is hundreds of times better than it, and he smiled, but Xu'er's cooking skills are good, you eat more vegetables." ”

Bai Fu's watery eyes flashed with a hint of brilliance, and he used a knife and fork to fork a piece of meat and put it in Wu's bowl, and said with a smile: "Brother Wu, you try this white elk meat." ”

Wu Yong reluctantly ate it into his mouth, only to feel light and tasteless, but there was a fragrance that was commendable, but it was difficult to swallow after all without spiciness, and the brows that had just been stretched out furrowed furrowed again.

Bai Xu looked at Wu Yong in a daze, understanding that he did not approve of the taste of the dish, and was very disappointed in his heart.

"Isn't it delicious?" the old man was puzzled, forked a piece of white elk meat and put it in his mouth, chewed and swallowed it with relish, and then looked at Wu Yong with strange eyes and said, "It's delicious!"

"It's not that it tastes bad, it's that there are no seasonings and no chili peppers, so the taste is a little bit worse. Wu replied awkwardly.

"Spices, chili peppers, what's that?" the two stared at Wu Yong inexplicably.

"Peppers and spices are necessary for cooking there, next time I bring some, you will know, now I can't explain clearly. Wu is very cold in his heart, and he feels that cooking here does not use seasonings and chili peppers, no wonder it is difficult to swallow.

Since the wine is not good, and the food does not like him, he can only eat.

In frustration, Bai Xu went to fill a bowl of rice for each person and put it on the table.

Wu was interested and looked at it for a long time.

The rice is like a pearl, full and snow-white, fragrant, and looks excellent.

He couldn't hold back the curiosity in his heart, picked up the bowl, took a bite of it in his mouth with a spoon, and chewed it, only to feel that it was soft and fragrant, and it was better than the rice cooked by any kind of high-quality rice on the earth, so he sent a bowl full of rice into his stomach with three chops and two chops, and said happily: "Delicious, delicious!"

The white floc filled him again.

Wu Yong continued to eat violently, and he was out of control, eating four large bowls in a row, before he stopped unsatisfied, and a mouthful of food was useless.

The grandfather and grandson were dumbfounded, they really didn't know where Wu Yong was, and he actually ate four bowls of rice so quickly without vegetables?!