As the saying goes, there is no vanity under fame.

Everything in the world, as long as it exists, has its reason for existence, and it must also have its uniqueness.

The great swordsmen are all famous, and their swordsmanship is also unique and self-contained. The skeleton sword Qin Gang ranked fourth on the swordsman list, so naturally he would not be a wasted person. His soul-snatching swordsmanship is known for his fierceness and ruthlessness, which often makes people in the rivers and lakes frightened.

Mr. Lumber can fight against such a master, and naturally he will not be incompetent. It's just that his identity is mysterious, no one knows his details, and no one knows his martial arts path.

Qin Gang had fought with him before, and he had already seen that his Void Fist and Thunderbolt Palm were both from the Xiaoyao Gate, so he concluded that he was a member of the Xiaoyao Gate.

However, Xiaoyaomen is far away in Hangzhou, and apart from Ren Xiaoyao and Tian Shilie, there are no other famous masters, so Qin Gang can't guess the true identity of Mr. Lumber. Qin Gang just heard that Tian Shilie had a son named Tianming, who was the most favored disciple of Ren Xiaoyao among the three generations of disciples of Xiaoyaomen. Because of this, Qin Gang thought that Mr. Logging was the unborn young master of Xiaoyaomen.

Qin Gang decided that Mr. Logging was Tianming, and naturally thought that his martial arts were all the way to Xiaoyaomen.

As long as he has the bottom in his heart, Qin Gang is not afraid of any opponent. The most feared opponents are often those who know nothing.

Qin Gang's soul-snatching swordsmanship is extremely ferocious, and his sword is a killing move, leaving no room for it. If the opponent hadn't been a master like Mr. Lumber, he would have died by his sword by this moment.

"Good kung fu, you can take me so many swords." Qin Gang couldn't help but praise.

"Huh! There are so many things you can't think of! Mr. Lumber sneered.

"As long as you die, you don't have to think about what you can't think about." Qin Gang said fiercely.

As soon as he finished speaking, the sword light flickered again, and the skeletal sword stabbed at Mr. Lumber again. This time it's faster, it's more aggressive.

Mr. Lumber used his trick to dodge three more swords, and was struck by a "whoosh" in the chest, and the blood immediately soaked his clothes. Mr. Lumber's face moved slightly, and although the pain had penetrated into the bone marrow, he still gritted his teeth and persisted.

Qin Gang struck a successful blow, his expression became even more arrogant, and he smiled: "Hehe! If you dare to stop me again, next year's order day will be your sacrifice day. ”

Mr. Lumberjack seemed to be moved by this, and his expression suddenly became sad, and he muttered to himself, "People always have to die." What's the point of life, and why worry about death? "There are many new ghosts crying in battle, and the old man ...... sorrowful."

"When death is dying, there is still time to chant poetry, you are really an idiot!" As Qin Gang spoke, the sword move came out again, stabbing directly into Mr. Lumber's chest.

Qin Gang's sword move was surprisingly fast, and he had reached Mr. Lumber's chest in an instant, but Mr. Lumber didn't dodge at the first time, but waited for his sword move to stab, and suddenly shouted loudly: "The chaotic clouds are low and twilight, and the snow is dancing back to the wind." ”

As soon as the verses come out, so do the moves.

Qin Gang thought he was going to succeed, but suddenly there was a flower in front of him, as if he was blinded by chaotic clouds, and he couldn't see Mr. Lumber. He was a little anxious, and then he heard the wind in front of him, and a very strong cold snow wind swept towards him. Qin Gang didn't know what was going on, and hurriedly withdrew his sword and withdrew his move, but it was too late, and the strong wind was extremely strong, forcing him to lose his qi and blood.

"There is no green in the discarded bottle, and the fire in the furnace is red."

It's another poem, and Mr. Lumber's moves have changed again.

The snow wind, which was extremely cold a moment ago, suddenly became scorching, and the white clouds in front of Qin Gang's eyes also turned into burning flames.

Qin Gang was like a dream, he didn't know where he was, he only felt that the flames around him were burning, and the pain was unstoppable. He has countless enemies, and he is also a person who has seen big scenes, but he has never seen such a martial art that does not distinguish between reality and fiction. In his surprise, the sword wind turned sharply, pulling out countless sword flowers, and the sword flowers suddenly turned into sword qi in the sky, and attacked back towards the flames.

There was a loud bang, and the roof canopy was wiped out, until it was blasted open by two supreme true qi. The two swirled with the wind, far opposite each other on the ridge of the roof.

"This is not the martial arts of Xiaoyaomen at all, who are you?" Qin Gang asked.

"I never said I was a freeman, you were just self-righteous." Mr. Lumber said coldly.

"What kind of martial arts is this?" Qin Gang asked again.

"Three hundred styles of Tang poems and Song poems."

"You made your own?"

"Yes, I created my own." Mr. Lumber replied.

"The artistic conception is lofty, the moves are eclectic, and it is indeed a superior martial art." Qin Gang praised.

"I don't think you're here to drink with me when you go and come back today!" Mr. Lumber was a little impatient.

"Huh! Of course not, I'm here to kill. Qin Gang sneered.

"Then let's stop talking nonsense and make a move!" Mr. Logging said lightly.

"Then Qin will come tonight to teach you the three hundred styles of Tang and Song words." Before the words are finished, the sword has come out, it is a fast sword, not slower than the sword of the fifth line of the sword shadow at all.

"Da Jiangdong goes to ......" Mr. Logging recited in his mouth, and at this time it became Song Ci, and the martial arts moves were as bold and uninhibited, and there was a great tendency to pressure the three armies.

Mr. Lumber is a hermit in the mountains and wilderness, who reads and writes at home on weekdays, chops firewood and sells medicine, and lives a very leisurely life. In his spare time, he began to delve into academic martial arts, and had many different opinions and innovative moves. He has a habit of reciting poetry while practicing martial arts. Over time, he slowly integrated the two, reaching the realm of "martial arts in poetry, martial arts in words", and then created this Tang and Song poetry 300 styles. Although this merit is called the Three Hundred Styles of Tang and Song Poetry, it is not actually limited by this. As long as he likes it, whether it is "The Book of Songs" or Chu Ci, or field tunes, folk songs and nursery rhymes, they can also be integrated into his martial arts.

Although he has created this skill for a long time, he has never used it against the enemy, and naturally no one in the rivers and lakes knows about it. Even he himself didn't know at all whether this set of martial arts would be useful against the enemy.

Just now, he used the thunderbolt palm and the void fist to pair Qin Gang, and he was still at a disadvantage for a while, so in desperation, he used this set of miracles that had never appeared before - the three hundred styles of Tang poems and Song lyrics.

His martial arts are artistic conception, and he doesn't pay much attention to moves, but makes the opponent elusive. Qin Gang had never seen this kind of martial arts, and secondly, he was eager to win, and he was disturbed by Mr. Lumber's poems, which made it even more difficult to resist the enemy.

Mr. Timber attacked dozens of moves in a row, and changed dozens of poems, and none of them made mistakes or repetitions. If the two of them really fought for 300 rounds, wouldn't Mr. Lumber really have to recite hundreds of poems?

Mr. Timber's 300 Tang poems and Song lyrics have achieved miraculous results, but they are also beyond his own expectations. He knew that Qin Gang was extremely difficult to deal with, so he took advantage of the victory to pursue, and his moves were even more ferocious, but what he recited in his mouth was Cao Cao's "Short Song Xing": "When you sing about wine, what is your life?" For example, the morning dew is bitter in the past. How to solve worries, only Du Kang ......"

Mr. Timber recites poems, and every poem must be completed, and Qin Gang is used to it. I don't want Mr. Logging to read "the moon and stars are scarce, and the black magpie is difficult to fly", and suddenly turned to "pull out the mountains and cover the world". Qin Gang didn't expect Mr. Logging to make some moves, and he suddenly messed up, and he was punched heavily in the chest with a "snap", and he took a few steps backwards and went out.

Qin Gang reluctantly said: "You don't play cards according to the routine." ”

Mr. Lumber sneered: "I never said that I have any routine in this martial art, and you just think it is." ”

It is said that "don't chase after the poor", but Mr. Logging does not believe this. He knew that if he didn't hit Qin Gang hard today, he would definitely come back one day. So regardless of whether he was really seriously injured or not, it was another move of "heroism in the world", and he attacked Qin Gang violently.

Qin Gang was punched by Mr. Lumber, although it did not hurt his lungs, but he was also unable to pass his blood for a while. He struggled to make a move, but the blood in his heart was still surging, and he couldn't move for a while.

Mr. Lumber's move was bound to be successful, and his heart was a little wider, and suddenly his face turned dark, and he immediately felt that something was wrong. He turned around to look, only to see another energy, even more domineering than his "heroic spirit", suddenly attacking straight from behind. Mr. Lumber avoided it, and in an instant he was swept away by his anger, screamed "ah", and fell off the roof.

Qin Gang saw that where the qi came from, there was still a residual smoke, as if the qi of the Son of Heaven and like the auspicious light of the true dragon, his heart immediately understood, and he hurriedly said: "Holy fist!" Thank you for your help. ”

"Do you know? You're getting more and more inappropriate. A gentle and powerful voice was heard in the distance.

Qin Gang said without humility or arrogance: "The subordinates know what to do. ”

"That's the best."

Qin Gang wanted to say something, but the words had already gone away with the wind.