Hearing Hui Dong's description, he smiled coldly, he didn't doubt that what Hui Dong said would be a lie. Although he said that Hui Dong was fourteen or fifteen years old, but after careful consideration, this kid should be sixteen or seventeen, or even seventeen or eighteen. At this age, not to mention that there will be fantasies about women, it is indeed the age when you should have a woman.

"So, did you find him?"

Hearing Leng Buyu's question, Hui Dong looked sad for a moment and shook his head.

Leng Buyu nodded, not ready to continue this question, and continued to ask: "Then the second question, how many floors is Zhong Xihou's sword?"

Hui Dong was slightly stunned, but he thought that Hou Ye was a swordsman unparalleled in the world, and the guy in the Dusk Cold Building in front of him was called a contemporary sword saint, so he understood. But Hui Dong didn't know how high Hou Ye's cultivation was, he only knew that Hou Ye's sword was very powerful.

"You can't kill Master Hou. ”

Hui Dong didn't know how to describe it, so he said his true thoughts. Hearing Hui Dong say this, he smiled coldly, for some reason, chatting with this kid, he always felt quite interesting, without any burden and taboos.

Leng Buyu rubbed his chin, deliberately frowned, took a "hiss" breath, and said: "Although I don't wander much in the rivers and lakes, over the years, I have only fought swords, and I have never been defeated by others. ”

"However, you definitely can't kill Master Hou. ”

Hui Dong emphasized it again, but when it sounded cold, it meant something else. He couldn't kill Zhongxihou, but he could win Zhongxihou. Leng Bu said that his hand reached into the air, and the white sword candle that he was wiping flew into his hand as if magnetically attracted.

Hui Dong saw Leng Buyu's ability to fly from the sword, and his eyes couldn't help but light up, and Leng Buyu naturally noticed it, and asked with a smile: "A little trick, do you want to learn it?"

Hui Dong was slightly stunned, but nodded unconsciously.

Silent and shy away, he threw the white sword candle out, and the sword began to fly around the room, like a canary that had been released from a cage. Leng Buyu waved his hand again, and the remaining four swords he had placed on the table also left their sheaths on their own, and began to wander around the room together with the white sword and candles.

"Boy, have you ever heard that in this world, there is no such thing as the art of the sword?"

Hui Dong is not a swordsman, he doesn't practice swords, but he also knows more or less that the Qianli Imperial Sword in the villain's book cannot exist in reality.

Leng Bu didn't care whether Hui Dong understood it or not, and continued: "There really exists in the world, but this imperial art is cultivated without a few years of hard work, and it is difficult to achieve it. The art of the Imperial Object, that's it. ”

The words fell, and he began to demonstrate to Hui Dong silently, and his demonstration was quite simple and rude. Leng Bu silently threw the white little milk cat out, and the white little milk cat, who had a sense of security, stood up when his hair stood up and began to roar when he was thrown out. The little white milk cat lost one of its claws, and could no longer adjust its body to land smoothly as before, but just when the little guy was ready to fall to the ground, a suction force came, and its little body couldn't help but be sucked over.

And Leng Bu said a little probe, took the little white milk cat into his arms again, and began to continue to stroke the frightened little white milk cat.

Leng Buyu smiled and said, "The art of imperial objects, you can only hold things in your hands, and you don't order it to fly around according to your thinking." Naturally, if you have the right heat, the sword will be able to be retracted and thrown on target, or it can be faked and mistaken for an imperial sword. ”

Leng was silent before he looked at Hui Dong, and couldn't help but be slightly stunned, Hui Dong stared at him viciously. Thinking that he had just used this little white milk cat as a demonstration, it was really inappropriate, so he couldn't help but smile embarrassedly. He coughed and continued, "And Edgeworth, like the flying sword in this room, does what you think. These swords of mine are just ordinary swords. Have you ever heard of a name, Linghu Changkong?"

Hui Dong nodded and said, "Sword Destroyer." ”

Leng Buyu listened and nodded, although he nodded, he was a little unhappy in his heart. Brother Ying, Brother Ying, you are obviously not a swordsman, but you can set off waves on the rivers and lakes and become famous by just using a pseudonym. Thirty-nine

After lamenting in his heart, Leng Bu continued to explain to Hui Dong: "The sword that makes the fox open is a sword with spirits. The sword of the spirit, like this kitten, you give it a name, it has been with you for a long time, you call it by name, it responds, you give it instructions, it executes. The sword must have a spirit, and the sword master knows the spirit, which is the way of the sword with a spirit. ”

Hui Dong was a little confused when he heard this, his cheeks bulged, but he still nodded, and he asked again, "Then, what about ordinary swords?"

"An ordinary sword is the most complete and pure way of the sword. ”

The words fell, and there was no movement in Leng Bu Si, and the five flying swords, which were originally free to rotate in the air, were like soldiers who had received military orders and lined up. The five swords are all blades facing downward, three short swords are in the middle, and two long swords are protected on either side, constantly rising and falling in the air.

"With the sword!"

"Qi?"

Hui Dong wondered, if he really said Leng Buyu, then there are thousands of swordsmen in this world, how can no one practice such a skill as Leng Buyu?

Leng Buyu smiled, knowing that Hui Dong had doubts in his heart, and then Hui Dong understood the meaning of Leng Buyu. He clearly saw that there were five light blue transparent chains connecting these five flying swords, and he was silent, and felt it carefully, these five light blue transparent chains did exude the aura of Qi.

"Since Qi can wrap the fist and multiply the power of the fist. It can swing along the blade of the sword and attack the enemy in thousands of shapes. Then why can't Qi be a chain and connect the sword to the sword master?"

Hui Dong was puzzled and asked, "But Qi is a void ······"

Before he finished speaking, he laughed coldly, and then said: "Oh, since Qi is nothing, why can Qi hit people and kill people? As everyone knows, Qi, there are many things that can be done. If you are successful in cultivation, you can turn into a horse as a mount, and you can turn into wings to soar at your fingertips. ”

Hui Dong pondered Leng Bu's words, he was suddenly curious about something, and wondered, "Then you, why did you tell me?"

Leng Buyu didn't smile this time, he was still smiling, but he said seriously: "Because of this kitten." ”

Hearing Leng Buyu's answer, Hui Dong frowned and looked at the little white milk cat who had settled down again in Leng Buyu's arms.

Leng Buyu nodded, pinched the back of the white kitten's neck again, and gently put it next to Huidong's pillow. The little white milk cat opened its round eyes, looking at the kind person who saved it, and the little white milk cat began to rub Hui Dong's face with her head, which made Hui Dong itch and giggle constantly.

Leng Buyu looked at this scene and couldn't help but smile, but then, the two long and three short five swords flew back to the scabbard, and Leng Buyu also put the cow belt tied with the five swords on himself. He picked up the blue cloak he had placed on his chair and put it on, except for the door.

Leng Bu walked downstairs, there were more than a dozen tables on the first floor, and there were three or four tables of guests eating. Leng Buyu picked one and sat down, and after the man came over, he ordered some food, and ordered the little guy to prepare a bowl of lean porridge and steamed river fish. Lean porridge should have less rice and less soup and more meat pieces, and the fish should be deboned, peeled and mashed into minced pieces. The guys didn't quite understand that this was not the objective meaning of the locals, but they opened the door to do business, naturally recruited, and retreated.

Leng Buyu poured himself a bowl of wine, took a sip, and then laughed. This sudden laughter provoked the shopkeeper, the guys, and the guest officers who were eating couldn't help but be stunned, what happened to this blue-cloaked guest?

Suddenly, a wine bowl swirled and flew in the wind, and Leng was silent and his head was slightly sideways, and he dodged. Then, with his right hand reaching forward, the spinning bowl stopped spinning in an instant, and he took it in his hand.

put the wine bowl on the table, filled the empty wine bowl with wine, and then smiled coldly, without looking back, and said, "Since you want to drink, I will also pour you good wine, don't you want me to bring it to you?"

Everyone still wondered, but no one dared to chew their tongues to criticize. Hearing the sound of the bench moving, the footsteps were soft, and the interval between rise and fall was almost the same, a man sat down on the opposite side of the cold silence, picked up the bowl full of wine, and drank it all.