"Remember, you only have one chance for a while, and how much you can comprehend depends on creation."

On the top of the mountain, the ranger commanded the kneeling man.

The latter nodded and arched his hand slightly, "In Xia Zhao Zhiyi, I haven't asked Your Excellency for your name." ”

"The surname is the king, the king's power." Ranger said casually.

Zhao Zhiyi was stunned when he heard this, and then smiled and said:

"Brother Wang's name is domineering."

"Daddy gave it, it's too ostentatious, it's not like Brother Zhao's name at all, at first glance, it's a chivalrous man who walks the rivers and lakes."

Zhao Zhiyi was slightly embarrassed when he heard this, and he didn't say anything, Ye Jian, who had gone down the mountain before, had already returned with a bundle of firewood on his back at this time, and his face couldn't help but be a little strange when he saw the two talking and laughing.

It was the ranger who had no doubt about the king's authority and stepped forward, took the firewood on the old man's back diligently, and said with a hippie smile:

"I chatted with this Brother Zhao just now, he is quite good, why don't you teach him the swordsmanship of Nalaoshzi, and he will invite us to visit the kiln when he comes back."

The young man's words made Zhao Zhiyi twitch, in order to learn the sword, he still smiled and nodded, and the boy next to him saw a few people with strange faces, pulled the man's sleeve, and whispered:

"Dad, what is a kiln? I'm going too. ”

Ye Jian glanced at Wang Quanquan with a smile, and directly pierced:

"Wang boy, don't fix those vain heads, you want to intercede for him."

"How else to say that Old Man Ye, you have a vicious eye, for the sake of my face, show him your hands?"

"You've got a face."

Ye Jian directly dropped a sentence, took the firewood and walked towards the wooden house.

Wang Quanquan's smile froze on his face, and then he brazenly took out his sword and stabbed directly at the old man's heart.

Although Ye Jian had his back to a few people, he still reacted immediately, he pulled out one from the bundle of firewood, and met the sword stabbed by the young man with his backhand.

There was a crisp sound of "ding", as if gold and stone collided, the young man's sword momentum was bounced away, his wrist twisted, and the long sword swept across again, this time the momentum even Ye Jian did not dare to confront it head-on, and moved his steps to retreat.

The old man secretly cursed in his heart that he was not light or heavy, and he no longer hid it privately, and the surface of the wooden stick gave birth to a chilling sharp breath, which passed by the side of the young man's face and directly cut off a few strands of hair.

It was the first time Zhao Zhiyi had seen such an unbelievable situation, and he hurriedly watched the old man's movements for a moment.

Wang Quanquan's hairstyle was disrupted, and he was also angry, the long sword in his hand was slightly raised, and he rushed up with a step under his feet, and the two fought together again, one move, two moves, and ten moves...... The young people's swordsmanship was endless, and some of them even admired Ye Jian secretly.

In order to let his father learn more skills, Wang Quanquan tried his best to control his strength, if he showed real skills, the old guy was afraid that he would have to braids if he couldn't support one move.

The two sides fought back and forth for dozens of times, until Wang Quanquan felt that it was almost over, and then he sacrificed a terrifying flying sword to take the head, Ye Jian, who had not yet achieved the realm of mortal sword immortals, saw this scene and subconsciously tightened his neck, and the demeanor of the master disappeared in an instant.

Wang Quanquan didn't want Hong Mao to lose his grandfather early, so with a slight pick of his right hand, the long sword turned around in the air and flew back, and everyone present was so shocked that they couldn't speak.

After a while, Ye Jian came back to his senses, glanced at Wang Quanquan, and said to himself:

"I didn't expect that there would be such exquisite swordsmanship in the world."

Wang Quanquan smiled slightly, and said in his heart that this swordsmanship was created by your old boy.

The fight between the two was over, Ye Jian, who had always been above the top, was shocked, and he didn't want firewood, so he left a few people aside, and returned to the wooden house alone to bolt the door.

Zhao Zhiyi was still reminiscing about the flying sword just now, but due to the limitations of his own attainments, he could not understand this mysterious and mysterious move, and Wang Quanquan saw that he frowned, and reminded him:

"Don't try to run without learning to climb, it's too high, and you'll end up with nothing."

The latter suddenly woke up when he heard this, how could he learn a swordsmanship that even Ye Jian couldn't match.

Zhao Zhiyi restrained his mind and deduced the two of them over and over again, wanting to delve into his own swordsmanship.

This stay is seven or eight days, and Ye Jian in the house has completely stopped moving, if it weren't for the fact that the food placed at the door by Wang Quanquan every time was eaten clean, maybe he would have thought that this old thing was rotten inside.

Late at night, Zhao Zhiyi, who had been thinking hard for a long time, finally drew his sword for the first time.

Under the bright moonlight, the slender sword body burst out with a sword aura, and the sword moves were unstoppable, and the moves were crisp and neat.

At the end of a set of swordsmanship, Wang Quanquan took Chu Lichun to applaud and said:

"It's really a bullfight of three thousand feet, dare to call heaven and earth to show Qi Rong, Brother Zhao is a good sword!"

Zhao Zhiyi put away his sword and smiled, his words were good, but he always felt that he was scolding himself, and he didn't know if it was an illusion.

Wang Quanquan stepped forward, put his arms around his shoulders, and said:

"These twelve styles of swordsmanship look exquisite, but unfortunately it always gives people a feeling of unfinished, is there still a hidden secret?"

"Let Brother Wang laugh, Zhao does have the idea of the thirteenth type, how can he think about it, and he has always felt a little worse."

"Out of the way." Wang Quanquan patted the other party on the shoulder, turned his head and shouted towards the wooden house: "Old man Ye, borrow another sword to take a look!" ”

There was silence in the room for a moment, and then a cold snort sounded, and a majestic sword qi broke through the door and went straight for the two of them.

Wang Quanquan smiled slightly, without the slightest movement, the thick sword qi seemed to hit an invisible wall, and shattered in five steps in front of him, and thousands of small wisps of sword qi cut the surrounding ground to the ground.

Zhao Zhiyi, who had seen flying swords before, couldn't be surprised, and hurriedly carefully observed the direction of the sword qi, trying to remember that this was a terrifying blow.

When the smoke and dust cleared, the man's face was slightly excited, and he held the king's arm and said:

"Brother Wang, I have understood, and I will show you this."

The latter gently pressed the hand he was about to draw his sword on, shook his head, and said:

"I know that you will succeed, this style is a killer feature, except for those close to you and mortal enemies, no one else has the right to watch."

After that, he took out two jugs of wine out of nowhere, "Come have a drink with me." ”

Zhao Zhiyi was in a good mood, nodded, and the two of them lay down on the hillside and drank at night.

……

"Brother Zhao, can you think of the name of this set of sword moves?"

"Not yet, I wonder if Brother Wang has any good suggestions?"

"Since you learned it in Drunken Niupo, let's call it Drunken Niupo Swordsmanship."

Zhao Zhiyi, who was still full of interest, was stunned when he heard this, he pulled the corners of his mouth, and pretended to say suddenly:

"Thirteen Styles...... It's a good name. ”

The royal authority did not intend to let him go, and continued to play tricks:

"What, Brother Zhao doesn't like the name Zuiniupo, but what taboo is he committed? Don't hide it from Brother Zhao, there is a word 'cow' in his father's name. ”

"Brother Wang thinks too much, I just don't want the people in the rivers and lakes to know the origin of the swordsmanship, and then disturb Senior Ye."

Zhao Zhiyi said, untied the saber at his waist and put it next to the other party and said:

"I saw that Brother Wang seemed to be interested in this frost cold, you helped me so much, why don't Zhao give this sword to Brother Wang as a thank you gift."

Wang Quanquan stared at the sword, shook his head with a smile, and said:

"No need, I had a similar one before, but I just looked at it and felt familiar and friendly."

Zhao Zhiyi naturally didn't believe that his shabby dress could afford an expensive sword, thinking that he was looking for a reason to shirk it, and insisted:

"Please also ask Brother Wang to accept it."

Wang Quanquan pushed the frost back and said calmly:

"If Brother Zhao really wants to thank you, why don't you do me a favor."

"Brother Wang, if you need it, just give orders."

Wang Quanquan took out a quaint wooden box from his bosom and handed it to the other party.

"If Brother Zhao encounters a monk from the Western Regions nicknamed 'Living Maitreya', please give this object to him, and remember that no one but him can open it."

Although Zhao Zhiyi was strange, he still nodded and took the wooden box, and then the two continued to drink and talk, and fell asleep on the spot when they were drunk.

In the early morning of the next day, the drunken cow slope lost the figure of the young ranger, and turned to a living Maitreya in the Western Regions...... (End of chapter)