The leaves are falling and the grass stems are flying, not in autumn, but as a result of the king's sword.

The sword is divided into three classes, the inferior kills, the medium heavy meaning, and the superior punishment immortals.

Inferior swords and heavy sword moves, emphasizing the use of subtle tricks to achieve the purpose of killing. Medium sword, heavy sword intent light sword move, sword qi is a kind of sword intent.

Therefore, the first 12 moves are inferior, and only the "grass mustard" style can be called medium.

And the last page on the young Hongmao's paper clearly records a medium sword that emphasizes sword intent, and it is still the top grade of the medium sword.

……

Monk Lai Tou destroyed the dantian of the king's authority before, so that he could not use his true qi, and his realm plummeted, even if he could use a full set of sword thirteen styles, he only left sword moves, and completely lost his original charm.

Now he used a sword move from the young postman, but it made him regain a little bit of his original feeling.

Whether it is the three post guards, or Liu Luming, who is traveling with them, even if there are hundreds of experienced leaders of the team, their eyes are now wide open, and they are looking at the scene in front of them incredulously:

Not far from the post officer, a tree with a thick waist was cut off by the king's sword.

Liu Luming on the side subconsciously protected his waist, and secretly said that if this sword is cut on a person, can it be returned?

Wang Quanquan put away his sword and returned to the door of the hut, and said to the young man Hong Mao:

"Sword practice can't be achieved overnight, you continue to practice the ones I said before, if you can understand this last move one day, then you are already a top master."

At this time, the young man had not recovered from the shock just now, and only nodded subconsciously.

After seeing Wang Quanquan's skills, his desire to become a hero deepened.

The hundred households not far from them were more knowledgeable among the people, and they also learned some kung fu when they were young, and he could see that this unidentified adult could be regarded as a first-class master in terms of force, but somehow, compared with other masters he had seen, it seemed to be a little different.

When the few people returned to the house, Wang Quanquan told Hong Mao about the main points of this style, and then instructed him to practice diligently, and then everyone returned to their beds and prepared to rest.

Hong Mao's bed was relatively clean, so he gave it to the two of them. Liu Luming doesn't go out often, and after a whole day of traveling, he has already had a fight between his upper eyelids and lower eyelids, and he is directly on the pillow at this moment.

Because of the previous lesson, Hong Mao, who let out of the bed, resolutely did not sleep with the old aconitum, but chose to squeeze together with a middle-aged man with a rancid taste.

Soon, there was a lot of snoring in the hut, and Wang Quanquan opened his eyes to the moon outside the window, and couldn't sleep for a long time.

He has experienced too many things since the crossing, and his mind is not as simple as it was at the beginning, and now even if he sleeps, he must stay awake.

To be honest, he is quite envious of Liu Luming, he doesn't have to participate in the deception, he lives like a fool.

At this moment, Liu Luming next to him turned over, and then directly pressed half of his body on Wang Quanquan.

If that's all it takes, the key is that he put his hand on the king's chest, and then rubbed it......

"Huihui."

……

The next day, early in the morning.

Wang Quanquan and Liu Luming were eating their last breakfast in the post station, and after eating, it was time for the two of them to continue on their way.

Although this meal was only white porridge and pickles, Wang Quanquan ate much more peace of mind than yesterday.

"Brother Wang, did you sleep okay last night?"

"What's wrong?"

"Somehow, I always feel a little sore in my wrist when I wake up."

"Maybe it's too much to sleep."

Wang Quanquan took a mouthful of porridge with an expressionless face, and then Hong Mao walked over from the side.

I saw him take out an egg from his pocket and put it in front of Wang Quanquan and said, "My lord, there are no good things in the small place, you can eat an egg." ”

Wang Quanquan glanced at the young man and knew that the other party was thanking himself, in this kind of place, even if it was just an egg, it was a precious object.

So he didn't say anything, just peeled it off and ate it.

Liu Luming on the side waited with his eyes open for a long time, but he didn't see his share, he also knew the measure, honestly lowered his head and drank the porridge, and secretly thought in his heart that when he arrived in the next town, he must eat something good to treat himself.

After the well-fed Wang Quanquan said "go", he took the lead in getting up and walking towards the door.

Seeing this, Liu Luming hurriedly drank the last mouthful of porridge and followed.

"Wait a minute, sir."

At this moment, Hong Mao's voice came from behind him.

Wang Quanquan turned his head when he heard this, but saw that the other party was holding an oiled paper bag in his hand and walked towards him.

"My lord, this is my mother's bacon, you can take it and eat it on the road."

The boy opened the paper bag and saw half a piece of bacon lying inside, which should have been left over from last night.

"We're full, you can keep it for yourself."

The king has eaten an egg, and he will be really embarrassed to take anything again.

"Sir, you can take it, this is also our specialty, you may not be able to eat it when you go to other places."

At this time, the old aconite came over and persuaded him.

Wang Quanquan hesitated a little, and finally nodded, and Liu Luming on the side immediately stepped forward to catch it when he saw this, to be honest, he didn't eat enough last night.

Then, Wang Quanquan took a gorgeous sword inlaid with jewels and handed it to the young man opposite.

"I don't have anything to give you, I'll leave this sword to you, I hope you can become a hero as soon as possible."

"No, no, I can't ask for this gift!"

The young man hurriedly waved his hand and refused, this sword was very expensive at first glance, and a piece of jade was deducted from it, but it was enough to buy dozens of catties of bacon.

"Take it, it will be a gift from the master to the apprentice." Wang Quanquan said with a smile.

"Huh?"

The young man didn't react at once, but the old man behind him kicked his ass at the right time, "Don't hurry up and apprentice!" ”

Only then did the young man react, and he quickly knelt down and kowtowed, "Master is above, and I will be worshiped by the apprentice." ”

Wang Quanquan smiled even more, stepped forward and pulled the young man up, and then handed the sword in his hand again.

The boy hurriedly took it with both hands, and then carefully held it in his arms.

Wang Quanquan patted the other party on the shoulder and said: "From today on, you are the first generation of the eldest disciple of my faction, the purpose of this sect is that if you can beat it, you will fight to the death, and if you can't beat it, you will immediately turn around and run, understand?" ”

Although the young man was a little confused, he still nodded solemnly: "Remember!" ”

Wang Quanquan's words seem to be out of tune, but they are actually summed up after he has experienced a painful lesson. It was precisely because of his smooth sailing along the way that when he encountered the fierce enemy of Monk Laitou, he did not choose to flee in the first place, which led to the loss of his current cultivation.

……

The carriage had long since left, and the little apprentice Hong Mao was still reluctantly waving goodbye.

The unintentional act of the king's authority has fulfilled a young man's dream.

On the carriage, Liu Luming asked suspiciously: "Brother Wang, I don't understand something, why do you want to give me a sword when you accept apprentices?" ”

"I'll give you the money back."

"It's not about money, it's about the sword."

"Double for you."

"Okay."

Wang Quanquan rolled his eyes helplessly. This guy Xu saw that he was holding a sword, and he actually spent a lot of money to buy one, except for the sword flower that was pulled out at the beginning and played a lame one, the rest of the time was put in the sheath, and later he even felt that it was too cumbersome, so he simply left it in the car.

Wang Quanquan's current approach can be regarded as helping Liu Luming get back a wave of blood, after all, it was bought by him for a year.

"By the way, did you dream last night?"

"Brother Wang, how do you know? I dreamed of my Huihui, and I dreamed that we kneaded the dough together to make steamed buns, but I don't know if there is less water, the noodles are hard, and no matter how you knead them, you can't knead the shape you want. ”

“……”

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