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Xiao Yao saw that the old man in the green robe just flicked his fingertips on the sword body, and the long sword trembled endlessly, humming incessantly, and was shocked for a while, and the surprise in his heart was even more incomprehensible. (Please search, or enter directly to see the latest chapter) He has been practicing the Jade Girl Suxin swordsmanship for a while, and understands that if the long sword wants to make a sword sound, he only needs to instill his internal force into the sword body of the long sword he holds when he performs the sword technique, supplemented by the exquisite and powerful moves, and when he wields it, he can naturally hear the sound of the long sword whistling, but this whistling sound is more dependent on the wonderful moves and the wind generated when waving, like the old man in the green robe in front of him, the long sword does not dance in his hand, but only uses his own strong internal force to provoke the long sword to roar, this kung fu, Xiao Yao is unheard of, unseen。 His jade girl swordsmanship is not proficient, and his internal cultivation is still shallow and lowly tight, so since this light spirit sword was created by Feng Mofeng, except for the sword that inadvertently shot out when he opened the front, the rest of the time in Xiao Yao's hands was like an ordinary long sword that was used as a decoration by the literati and artists outside, not to mention any sword rays and sword sounds, even the faint sound of breaking the sky, and he couldn't hear the slightest bit. Therefore, at this time, seeing that the blue-robed strange man in front of him effortlessly made the sword sound of a sword roar, Xiao Yao was naturally very shocked in his heart.

As the sound of the sword gradually weakened, Xiao Yao saw the old man in the green robe nod slightly, and said softly to himself: "Indeed...... This is indeed the style of my Peach Blossom Island, and it should be created by Mofeng. As he spoke, he returned the sword to Xiao Yao and said softly, "Little brother, can you take me to find the blacksmith surnamed Feng?"

When Xiao Yao heard this, he just wanted to be busy and agreed, but an idea moved in his mind, and he said with a sad face: "But...... Old-timers, the kid is about to go to learn art, this ...... How's that okay?"

When the old man in the green robe heard this, he snorted lightly, looked Xiao Yao up and down suspiciously, and then said with pride: "Are you going to learn from a teacher? The old man can see from your standing and sitting posture that you are already carrying martial arts, maybe your own martial arts are superficial and tight, but the martial arts you practice are not simple, I don't know what school it is? Is it that you are going to take an art investment teacher, or is there something unspeakable?" That's it, the old man doesn't care if you have any unspeakable little Jiujiu, little brother, so let's take the old man to find that Feng blacksmith, and when you find it, as a reward, I will pass on your three sets of martial arts, and with the old man's three sets of famous skills, it is enough for you to make a name for yourself in the rivers and lakes in the future, what do you say?"

Xiao Yao never thought that the other party's eyes would be so vicious, and sure enough, there was no vanity under the fame, and he inadvertently broke through the needs in front of him with just reasoning, and he was surprised and flattered for a while, but soon he calmed down again, pretending to be suspicious, and said: "The old man commanded, how dare the kid not obey? It's just ...... Just ......"

The old man in the green robe saw Xiao Yao's stumbling appearance, and said impatiently: "Just what?"

Xiao Yao had an idea and said, "It's just Master Kuhui of Yunqi Temple......"

Hearing the name of "Master Kuhui", the old man in the green robe was even more disdainful, and interrupted: "Do you want to worship that old guy as a teacher? Just rely on Kuhui's little kung fu, and he is not a Shaolin authentic sect, what kind of master do you dare to call it? Boy, you can get me to teach martial arts, that is the blessing of a few lifetimes of cultivation, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is the great fate of your younger generation in the rivers and lakes, let's go, you will take me to find that Feng blacksmith, I promise to pass on you three sets of mastery, do what you say, and ensure that you will crisscross the rivers and lakes in the future and become famous." ”

Xiao Yao looked at him, saying yes again and again, but he was still standing motionless under his feet.

Seeing that Xiao Yao was still looking at him with suspicious eyes, the old man in the green robe simply didn't say much, reached out and picked up a bowl of wine from the table next to him, and held it flat in his right hand. When Xiao Yao was secretly wondering what he was going to do, he saw that the clear wine in the bowl suddenly churned slightly, but in a few breaths, the bowl of wine was like boiling hot water, bubbling back and forth, and a rich aroma of wine was completely released, quietly spreading on the smoke and rain upstairs.

Seeing this scene, Xiao Yao's heart was even more shocked. He saw that although the old man in the green robe was wearing a mask, he couldn't see the slightest expression on his face, but from the tendons and veins that appeared on his right wrist holding the wine bowl, he could clearly see that the cyan veins were sometimes protruding from the skin with the boiling Cheng dù in the wine bowl, and sometimes they disappeared into the body. Seeing this kind of kung fu, Xiao Yao knew in his heart that the old man in the green robe had completely relied on his own incomparably strong internal force to heat up the bowl of wine, and this hand could heat a bowl of cold wine to boiling in a moment.

Seeing the frightened expression on Xiao Yao's face, the sharp eyes of the blue-robed old man who were extremely incommensurate with the mask instantly burst into a smug look, and as he slowly withdrew his internal strength, the bowl of wine gradually calmed down and cooled down. Putting down the wine bowl, the old man in the green robe said, "How is it? Now you can lead the old man to find the blacksmith Feng, right?"

Xiao Yao looked at the bowl that had been put back on the table, but only half of the wine was left in it that had been steamed, and immediately said no more, and walked down the Yanyu Building with the old man in the green robe.

After the two of them got out of the Yanyu Building, they went straight back to Jiaxing City. The old man in the green robe bought two fast horses, and Xiao Yao took one each, and the two of them traveled along the road day and night in addition to eating and sleeping along the way, and finally arrived in Xiangyang after more than ten days.

Along the road to Baokang, Xiao Yao and the old man in the green robe galloped on horseback, looking at the familiar scenery on both sides of the road, he suddenly felt a lot of emotion in his heart for a while. More than a month ago, he and Hong Lingbo frolicked and played here carefree, and when they saw the dilapidated thatched huts on both sides of the road, the scene of the two of them lingering in bed suddenly came to life. It's a pity, but in just a few months, a qiē thing is a human being, and the tenderness and sweetness of Hong Lingbo at the beginning, but at this time, because of her habit of treating human life as a mustard, has quietly undergone some changes, and the pure and lovely Cheng Ying and 6 Wushuang, as well as the rude and willful but charming and moving Guo Fu, have quietly left their own marks in Xiao Yao's heart. At this time, it is close to the late autumn season, the falling flowers and flying leaves keep falling down, the official road is full of a yellow and desolate scene, with the sound of the horse's hooves of "clicking", when stepping on it, there will be a "click" of the sound of the dead leaves breaking. When Xiao Yao heard it in his ears, he suddenly felt a sense of sadness and loneliness.

After half an hour of galloping, the mountain village that had been ten rooms and nine empty finally appeared in front of him again, Xiao Yao led the old man in the green robe to Feng Mofeng's small blacksmith shop again. Looking at the blacksmith shop that was no different from a few months ago, thinking of the pair of jade people who were intimate here at that time, Xiao Yao's heart suddenly stirred again.

Now the old man in the green robe only walked to the door and stopped, just from the outside constantly looking at the simple furnishings in the blacksmith shop, Xiao Yao's heart moved, and immediately flashed into the room, shouting: "Master, is the master at home?"

Hearing the shout, Feng Mofeng walked out of the side room with a limp on crutches. Seeing Xiao Yao standing in the middle of the hall, a smile immediately appeared on his vicissitudes of life, and he greeted, "Childe, can you still use the long sword?"