Without saying a few words, the two arrived at a huge mansion, the word Chen Mansion is eye-catching, and the two copper buckles above the door are like bull's nose rings, and this door is much larger than the door of ordinary people.

It can be seen from the outside that the inside of this Chen Mansion must be extremely elegant, and sure enough, as soon as the gate is opened, it is really a large courtyard two zhang square, and there are a lot of rockeries.

There is also a very large pavilion, with a large open space on the side, which is a good place to practice swords and martial arts, which can make Meng Changan happy.

"Master, why is your house so big, bigger than three or four other rooms. ”

"It used to be a dart game, and then it was sold to our Chen family, so the place is relatively large, go, I don't know where you came from, I'll give you a taste of the good tea in our place." ”

"Well, my home is in Liujing Town, so far away from here, Uncle Shi asked me to go southeast to find you, and I have been looking for ten and a half months. ”

"Your master is like this, I rarely heard him say that he accepted disciples, and you weren't the first to come to me, but the previous qualifications were too mediocre and there would be no chance of success, so I let them go back, maybe this is why he is reluctant to tell people his name, because he is afraid that you will find it back." ”

"You're right, he's just afraid that I'll go back and bother him, and he won't want to see me. Speaking of this, Meng Changan pouted angrily.

"How about you sit in the gazebo for a while, I'll make you a pot of tea, and we'll talk and talk while drinking?"

"Well, I'm a little thirsty, and I didn't even take two sips of that tea. ”

The man in the white shirt went to the inner room, Meng Changan sat on the stone bench in the pavilion and looked around, a poem was engraved on the stone table, the font carved on the seal was a little strange, I couldn't understand it, but I understood it by killing one person in ten steps.

It's cursive.,Plus such a word.,Even if you can't understand it, you can figure out this word is not simple.,It must be awe-inspiring.,It's very domineering.。

It didn't take long for the man in the white shirt to come out with a tea tray, and the delicate purple sand teapot and small cup made the tea look very simple.

"Why three teacups?" Meng Changan wondered.

"There are three of them, although there are only you and me, but maybe someone will come later, I don't bother to go in and get it again, three is three. ”

"That's right, what kind of tea is your tea, why does it have a different sour taste, it's quite good. ”

"The tea is of the highest quality, and the Qin Nanchun of Sichaju is just less produced, and it costs twenty taels of silver for such a pot. ”

"Twenty taels! No wonder the fragrance is so special, is this sour taste of tangerine peel?"

"Yes and no, this tea is roasted with Poria cocos, tangerine peel, Luohua, honey tree leaves, and then screened out one by one, Luohua and honey tree will feel a little sour after stir-frying, so it is not only the sour taste of tangerine peel. ”

"Master, you know so much about tea! Do you know this tea and what things are baked?"

"I just like it, sometimes I make tea myself, but the tea leaves on our side are not very good, and I can't buy fresh tea to make tea, so it's hard to make a good product, you taste it, it tastes much better than it smells." ”

Meng Chang'an has drunk a lot of good tea, but this Qin Nanchun is really special, he took a sip of it, and sure enough, it was fragrant on his teeth and cheeks, rich and mellow, and the sweet and sour slightly astringent and tea fragrance were mixed just right.

"Hmm~ Good tea, no wonder the master's swordsmanship is so powerful, my father said that powerful kendo masters know tea, so I have been drinking tea since I was a child, this tea is made differently, and it tastes very special. ”

"Don't call me master first, good tea is good tea, but tell me what swordsmanship you have practiced, to what extent, let me see a few tricks. ”

"I don't, I'll show you, can I still beat you. ”

"Hey, you're not humble at all, win me, so how can I be your master?"

"I'll just say casually, as far as I saw just now, I don't think you used all your strength, just like that, I don't even feel like I can beat you, you have to let me see what your sword moves are. ”

"Then please, point to the end, if you win, I worship you as a teacher, if you lose, and the qualifications are okay, I will accept you as a little apprentice, but the ugly words are ahead, if your qualifications are mediocre, you will go back to your master, you can't rely on me, how about it?"

"Then you must accept me as an apprentice, the master said that I am talented, you will definitely accept me. ”

"Hmph, see two tricks!"

As soon as the words fell, the two jumped out of the pavilion, Meng Changan Qingfeng took out the sheath and pointed at the middle hall, and the man in the white shirt showed a soft sword to resist with all his strength, three moves, five moves, ten moves, and twenty moves.

Meng Changan did not use the Tiangang swordsmanship taught by Yang Chengzi at the beginning, but used some swordsmanship taught by his father before, although it was much worse, but he could see the true strength of the master in front of him.

It's not as good as Meng Changan thought, I originally wanted to see what the strength was, but if I didn't use Tiangang swordsmanship, I was really suppressed everywhere, and I had no power to fight back.

She also saw that this Third Master Chen was not a fancy fist embroidered leg, and the soft sword was not as good as Qingfeng, and the number of roads was really a little unclear.

At the beginning of the twenty-first move, the first three styles of Tiangang's swordsmanship were used, and the results were really immediate, and there was a trend of turning things around in an instant.

But Meng Changan's Tiangang swordsmanship only focused on sword moves, and he didn't know the essentials, and the man in white shirt didn't fully reveal his true chapter, and he barely resisted.

In the thirty-fifth move, Qing Feng was defeated by a sword in his hand, picked up the sword, Meng Chang was relieved, no wonder Uncle Shi asked her to find this master, it is indeed more powerful than Uncle Shi, at least she thinks so.

Tiangang's swordsmanship can't suppress his soft sword, and the strength used in his sword moves is very large, no wonder this sword is called the Dragon King.

"Master, you are so powerful! No wonder Uncle Shi asked me to come to you. ”

"Your qualifications are not bad, it is true that you are as talented as he said, but this sword practice is a little unessential, and in time you may be more powerful than me. ”

"Really, so you're going to take me as an apprentice?"

"Take it, take a walk, and tell me what kind of swordsmanship your master taught you, why have I never seen him do it?"

As he spoke, he hid the dragon king back in the hem of his sleeve, and smeared some yellow-white powder from the hem of his sleeve as he drew his hand.

When pouring the tea, he covered it with one hand and flicked the powder into Meng Changan's teacup, but in an instant, some of the powder melted into the tea.

Originally, I was a little unsure whether the Meng Changan in front of him was a man or a woman, but as soon as the sword move came out, a clear-eyed person could see it at a glance, the strength was feminine, and he lacked the masculine power of a man.

looks so handsome, and it's not from here, it's still sent for nothing, how can there be no reason not to.

Meng Changan didn't know that the man in white shirt in front of him had moved his hands and feet in her tea, and when he talked about Tiangang's swordsmanship, he was talking eloquently, and the man in white shirt was also talking about it, and the two of them had a few cups of tea.

After a stick of incense, Meng Changan fell on the stone table in a daze, and the man in white smiled sadly, showing an unkind smile on his face.

"Chang'an, Chang'an?"

The man in the white shirt pretended to push, but Meng Changan was already unconscious, without the slightest movement.

Walking to Meng Changan's side, the man in white leaned over and smelled her hair, as well as the smell of sweat from his neck.

The white and tender neck makes people's blood swell, and the appearance of enjoyment is really lacking in the aura of talent.

He hugged Meng Changan in his arms, walked towards the inner room with red eyes, and muttered in his mouth: "Why did you get drunk after drinking tea?" ”

In the bedroom, the man in white shirt put Meng Chang'an on the bed, and his fingers ran over his face, but he didn't expect this girl to close her eyes, it seemed to be more flavorful.

The face was almost attached to Meng Changan's face, smelling wisps of daughter's incense, and suddenly made his beastly nature go big, and frantically untied the white shirt on his body.

As soon as the white shirt landed on the ground, and when he was about to take off his shirt, a yin aura came out from Meng Changan's neck, and a long-haired old man with only half a body appeared in front of the man like a ghost.

Not only did he feel the coldness of his whole body, but he also saw the old man in front of him, and the bedroom suddenly became cold and dark.

The man was shocked, his eyebrows and eyes were wide open and he said in horror: "Who are you, who are you, ghosts, ghosts, ghosts!" At the same time as seeing the old man, he sat on the ground with his feet paralyzed, and kept kicking his legs and retreating.

"Dare to touch the descendants of my Meng family, your dog life is difficult today!"

The old and powerful voice spread throughout the bedroom, and as soon as the words fell, the long-haired old man swooped into the body of the white-shirted man with a fierce face like a mist.

In an instant, the man stopped retreating, his frightened eyes were still frightened, and he began to slap himself, each time he was extremely powerful, and within twenty strokes, bloody white teeth began to fly out of his mouth.

His cheeks were swollen, his lips were cracked, and the blood was bleeding, but the old man didn't seem to have the intention of stopping.

But stopping is not the end, the old man had already said when he came out, if he dared to touch the descendants of his Meng family, it would be difficult for a dog to live today!

picked up the dragon king's soft sword on the table, and swung it at his neck, although his eyes were no longer focused, it did not prevent him from pulling his neck at all.

The dragon king's soft sword wrapped around his neck like an iron whip, and he pulled it hard, and blood splashed in an instant, and the old man came out of his body, and with a flick of his hand behind his back towards the gazebo outside the window, Meng Changan's sword flew in from the window and stuck obliquely on the round table in the room.

The man fell to his knees, the blood stains all over his body were lifeless, and the blood continued to flow from his neck, and the scene was extremely bloody.

The old man looked at Meng Changan on the bed and shook his head, as if he was a little helpless, and the pure ghost qi spread towards him, but in an instant, like Chen Wan'er, white frost appeared on Meng Changan's face.

After a moment, Meng Chang'an's hand moved, and he felt that it was almost over, and the old man turned into a cloud of ghost qi and disappeared into the white jade pendant around Meng Changan's neck.