In the Wenxiang Pavilion in the front hall of Princess Qingchuan's mansion, the eldest princess of Qingchuan invited everyone to drink tea, the tea was tribute tea, and everyone drank it very sweetly, Tang Jiusheng couldn't help but nod and praise.

The fat man has never been interested in drinking tea, so he raised the tea bowl and only cared about the cow drink, and the bowl was dry as soon as it arrived, which attracted a burst of good-natured ridicule from everyone, Song Yulan and Su Yiwen looked at it, and their faces were feverish. Princess Qingchuan smiled: "Jiang Shaoxia is a refreshing person, Xiaozhan is not happy to drink, mercy fragrant, go and change to a big bowl!"

The maid agreed with a smile, and sure enough, she went to change a big bowl. The fat man drank another big bowl, quenched his thirst and stopped drinking. The fat man smiled: "Her Royal Highness the princess is not only so beautiful, but also understands the hearts of men, in fact, the big bowl is used by the masters, and the small tea bowl is really unpleasant to drink!"

Princess Qingchuan covered her mouth and smiled: "Yes, Jiang Shaoxia is really different, presumably martial arts are also good!"

The fat man said proudly: "Among these young people in the world, except for my old brother Tang, it is the fat man, and my martial arts are the highest!" As soon as the fat man finished bragging about it, Shui Ruyue coughed lightly on the side, and everyone couldn't hold back their laughter. The fat man's face did not change, "Except for my old brother Tang and my sister-in-law, the fat man has the highest martial arts." In fact, the eldest sister-in-law and Brother Tang are a family, and they can only be counted as one!"

As soon as the fat man's voice fell, someone at the door of Wenxiang Pavilion asked loudly: "Dead fat man, since you boast that among these young people, your martial arts are one and two, then you dare to fight with me?" Everyone turned around, only to see a fifteen or sixteen-year-old young man standing at the door, with a sword hanging from his waist, wearing a white short shirt, handsome, heroic, and a little like Princess Qingchuan between his eyebrows.

When Princess Qingchuan saw this young man, she smiled between her eyebrows, "Luo'er, you are here, don't mess around!" Jiang Shaoxia's martial arts are excellent, and he is also famous in the rivers and lakes of the big merchants, how dare you challenge him? There are so many masters here, you have to humbly ask them for advice, if you want to ask Jiang Shaoxia to give you guidance on your martial arts, you can do it!"

It turned out that this handsome guy turned out to be He Yunluo, the son of Princess Qingchuan, and the mother and son stood together, if they didn't know, they would definitely think that they were sisters and brothers. He Yunluo came to Princess Qingchuan and said unconvinced: "Mother, the child can't see others bragging, so I must fight with this dead fat man surnamed Jiang, if he can win me, I will admit that he is a master!"

When the fat man heard this, he looked up and down at He Yunluo, who had no father since he was a child, and watched the flow of qi, but it was up and down in the Sipin realm. However, according to the talent of ordinary people, at the age of fifteen or sixteen, he has reached the fourth grade, and he will definitely be able to sit in three and look at two in the future, and even have the possibility of advancing to the first grade. The fat man looked at him for a long time and said with a smile: "Little white face, what's your name? You are so young, you already have a four-grade martial realm, it is really unusual!"

He Yunluo was taken aback, this dead fat man could actually see his martial arts realm? Thinking about it again, since these people had come to the mansion as guests, they must have already known some things in the mansion, and it was not surprising that they knew their martial arts realm. He Yunluo straightened his chest and asked proudly: "Dead fatty, are you afraid?" Let's two compete in the martial arts arena, you lose, you worship me as a teacher, I lose, I worship you as a teacher, how about it?"

When the fat man heard this, he smiled happily, "Okay, then let's make up our minds!" Hey, little friend, you tell me first, what is your name, otherwise if the fat man goes out to fight with others in the future, and people ask the fat man what is the name of my apprentice, how embarrassing it will be if the fat man can't answer!"

He Yunluo listened to the fat man's words, and his anger slammed upward, this unabashed dead fat man actually took advantage of himself when he opened his mouth, and before he could fight, he actually put up the master's score first! In fact, He Yunluo has a master, who lives in the back garden of the princess's mansion, and usually does not see outsiders except for teaching He Yunluo martial arts, only when a major event happens in the princess's mansion, he will appear with his face covered, and He Yunluo's skills are all taught by him.

Princess Qingchuan knew that the fat man's martial arts were very high, and she was afraid that the fat man would miss some accidents, so she was worried. Tang Jiusheng smiled and comforted: "Your Royal Highness the princess don't worry, my fat brother has always known the severity and will not hurt Ling Lang." When He Yunluo heard this, he was even more angry, these people were more arrogant than the other, he had already decided to beat the fat man first, and then Tang Jiusheng, until these two people begged for food until they shut up.

He Yunluo felt that he had been practicing martial arts for so long, and the guards in the mansion, including the commander of the guards, were no one his opponent except for the master. Naturally, he didn't know that the commander of the guards in the palace let him, the so-called don't look at the face of the monk to see the face of the Buddha, don't look at the fish and look at the water, how can he have to look at the face of his mother, Princess Qingchuan?

Although Princess Qingchuan does not practice martial arts, she still knows a little about her son's martial arts

is more than enough than the top, but for geniuses like the fat man and Tang Jiusheng, there is obviously a big difference, so he is worried, but after listening to Tang Jiusheng's persuasion, he will be relieved. Princess Qingchuan and Tang Jiusheng followed He Yunluo and the fat man to the small martial arts arena in the princess's mansion.

The small martial arts field is the size of an acre, and there is a stand next to it, and Princess Qingchuan takes everyone to sit. On the martial arts arena, He Yunluo pulled out his sword and shouted: "Dead fat man, quickly take your weapon, lest others say that this son bullies you!"

The fat man stood a few steps away in front of He Yunluo, shook his hand, and said with a smile: "You don't need to hold a weapon to beat a little white face like you." Fat man, my weapon, as long as you can lift it up and walk two laps, it will be terrible! If the fat man takes the weapon and makes a move, you won't even have a chance to fight back!"

He Yunluo was furious, stepped forward with a vertical step, and slashed his head with a sword. The fat man flashed slightly, dodged this fierce sword, and said with a smile: "Little white face, you have some meaning of this swordsmanship, but the strength is a little worse!"

He Yunluo was even more angry, his wrist flipped over, and another sword stabbed him, and the fat man gently dodged it backwards, so fat man, although he was wide and fat, but his light skills were so good! He Yunluo didn't wait for a move to make him old, he jumped forward like lightning again, and stabbed with another sword. The fat man stretched out his right index finger and flicked it lightly on the stabbing sword, and when there was a sound, the sword was flicked into the air by the fat man's fingers.

He Yunluo's face was as shocked as earth, and Princess Qingchuan in the stands was also startled. I saw the fat man's feet lightly on the granite ground of the martial arts arena, and the person rose into the air, grabbed the falling sword in his hand, the person did not fall to the ground in the air, and lost a few solutions, in an instant, the sword qi on the martial arts arena was vertical and horizontal, and He Yunluo was oppressed by the aftermath of the sword qi and had to withdraw more than a dozen steps away.

The fat man threw the sword in his hand to the ground with a sigh of relief, "Go!" and threw the sword at He Yunluo, and a foot away in front of He Yunluo, the sword was inserted into the granite paved ground, leaving only the hilt outside. He Yunluo was dumbfounded.

In the distance, someone on the sidelines applauded: "This fat brother is so handsome!

Everyone turned to look at the person who spoke, and when He Yunluo heard the voice, his heart was overjoyed, and he couldn't help but shout: "Master, why is your old man here?"

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