Gu Tiannan shook his head vigorously, for fear that he would rely on the strength of the wine, so he agreed to the enthusiastic Lin Fengming.

Gu Tiannan swallowed and foamed, and said reluctantly: "Forget it, our Hongxuan Sect has strict rules, so I will pretend that I haven't heard anything!"

Although he said this, Gu Tiannan's eyes were firmly fixed on the sword momentum in Lin Fengming's hand, and he was reluctant to shift his gaze for a moment.

Lin Fengming put away his sword momentum, looked at Gu Tiannan, who gritted his teeth and sighed with pain on his face, and said in a tone that only the old bustard would have at the door of the Qinglou: "Pumpkin, the "Imperial Wind Sword Sutra" was created by a kendo master named "Easy Sword Demon" on the rivers and lakes a hundred years ago, Liaoyuan is the first trick in the seven-style sword duel, and the other six tips are frost blade, wind and thunder, ghost crying, Nayue, Qianqiu, and Fuyao. Thunder, lightning, sun and moon can all borrow qi into the sword, so the swordsman needs to look up to the heaven and earth with the method of Gewu to understand the true essence of the sword......"

Gu Tiannan was listening to it like a thirst, and when Lin Fengming talked about the method of understanding the sword, Gu Tiannan suddenly realized that the kid in front of him was teaching himself the "Wind Resisting Sword Sutra", and hurriedly interrupted it.

Gu Tiannan stretched out his hand to cover the latter's gushing mouth, and said anxiously: "Stop, stop, stop!" I know you have good intentions, but the family has a family and a door rule, and as a disciple of Hongxuanzong, I have to abide by the rules of Hongxuanzong. Now I am not at the realm of the fourth grade, even if I learn the "Imperial Wind Sword Sutra", I can't use that majestic sword intent. If it weren't for Uncle Ning Yuan's careful guidance, with your half bottle of vinegar, I would definitely go mad! I will go to Uncle Shi early tomorrow morning and beg him to teach me this trick to set the prairie on fire!"

Hearing this, Lin Fengming was suddenly stunned, and his face was gloomy.

When Gu Tiannan talked about his experience of traveling in the rivers and lakes tonight, eight out of ten sentences carried the word "uncle", how would he know that Ning Yuan would never have the opportunity to teach him this domineering and peerless fire?

If Lin Fengming didn't teach him these seven-style sword duels, God knows when and what month Gu Tiannan would be able to learn this "Imperial Wind Sword Sutra".

Lin Fengming's heart was sour, and after he broke Gu Tiannan's palm, he tried to make a smiling face and said, "The entire Hongxuan Sect knows that I am the disciple of the Hongxuan Sect Sect Qingce Tianzun. I entered Guanyunlou to read martial arts books and classics to come and go freely, and what others said and thought in their hearts were inseparable from the word jealousy. Ning Yuan is your uncle, I am also your uncle, I teach you martial arts swordsmanship, how can this be considered a violation of the door rules? You just have to write down the sword catechism, and you can understand it by yourself in the future, but remember not to deliberately pursue it, after the swordsmanship realm is improved, you can naturally mature and fall into the water, and at that time, your majestic sword intent will definitely add glory to your master and uncle. ”

Lin Fengming patted Gu Tiannan's shoulder, cast a confident look, and continued: "Pumpkin, don't worry about anyone in Hongxuanzong who dares to make accusations. If someone really dares to say irresponsible things, you can rest assured and boldly say that this "Imperial Wind Sword Sutra" was taught to you by me, and no one in Hongxuanzong, including Qingce Tianzun, dares to say the second sentence!"

Lin Fengming's words made Gu Tiannan stunned, and he was stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses.

Gu Tiannan asked with a solemn face: "Sparrow, who are you, how did you scare that bastard Shun Jiehou away today?" The items in our house have also been sold out by you, I also drank the burning knife with you, and the long gown that my master sewed for me was also given to you, if you really treat me as a brother, don't tell me that you told Xi Qingchen some Confucian wisdom that you should not do to others what you do not want!"

Lin Fengming bowed his head and was silent, with an incomparably complicated expression, he poured a full bowl of burning knives for each of them, and then motioned to Gu Tiannan with his eyes to dry this bowl of wine.

Gu Tiannan didn't blink, raised his neck and drank it all in one gulp, and after drinking, he shook the bowl a few times in front of Lin Fengming's eyes.

Lin Fengming seemed to be at war between heaven and man, and it took him three sips to finish drinking this bowl of burning knives, and after he slowly put down the wine bowl, his white and long fingers rubbed the pottery wine jar with a rough surface, and his eyes were cold and ethereal.

Lin Fengming said slowly word by word: "My surname is Chu, my name is Fengming, the fourth son of Chu Xingyun, the emperor of the Northern Zhou Dynasty. ”

"Smack!" Gu Tiannan, whose face was flushed with wine, slapped the remaining wine bowl on the table, stretched out his arm and strangled Lin Fengming's neck.

Gu Tiannan said angrily: "Dead sparrow, I haven't seen you for two years, the amount of wine is a lot worse, and only after three bowls of burning knives have you started talking nonsense? Even the fox and fake tiger Marquis sigh Qingchen is wearing brocade clothes and straddles BMWs, and there are groups of evil slaves and beautiful maids around him, the four princes with the blood of a true dragon will be as poor as you and can't even afford to eat a roast chicken? Rummage through all the pockets on your body, and I can take out two copper plates in them, I have to suspect that you just came out of the pawnshop! You kid is not afraid to flash his tongue when he says big things, be careful that I go to the government to sue you! ”

"Tap! Tap!" Lin Fengming, who was strangled by the neck, grabbed Gu Tiannan's arm, sighed softly, and said with a wisp of imperceptible desolation: "Pumpkin, pumpkin, I hope to lie to you, but unfortunately human life is always determined by heaven, and there is no choice!"

Gu Tiannan looked down at the serious "Chu Fengming", his face gradually turned from red to white, and his wine strength was scared off a lot.

Gu Tiannan thought that he was already a dragon and a phoenix among the younger disciples of Hongxuanzong, but the handsome skin and dusty demeanor of this dead sparrow were even more dazzling than himself.

Even if this dead sparrow has an expression of dripping water into ice and frost on all trees every day, there are still many little ladies who come to the fragrant Range Rover on Dongting Mountain to follow him from the Ageless Peak to the Little Lotus Peak, and some bold women will praise "What a handsome offspring!"

But this dead sparrow cloth is sparsely fed, and his clothes are not picked, there are no servants and maids to serve him, and there is no BMW incense car to accompany him, and after he closes the sage book, he will also talk to himself about which senior sister's waist is more slender, which senior sister's twin peaks are more towering, where is this like the prince of the Northern Thursday who is high in the clouds and looks down on all beings?

However, when he reunited today, and saw the dead sparrow who had been with him for more than three years, Gu Tiannan felt a little strange, and with a few words, he scared the sighing Qingchen, who didn't even put Qingce Tianzun in his eyes, and he couldn't wait to kneel down and kowtow to make amends.

At that time, looking at the arrogant eyes of the dead sparrow, Gu Tiannan felt a little unreal. Just ask the Northern Zhou world, how many people can scare the sighing Qingchen who covers the sky with one hand into a mourning dog with his tail between his legs? Could it be that this dead sparrow's real surname is Chu, and he is really the prince of Northern Zhou? If he is Chu Fengming, does this brother still have to do it?

Gu Tiannan withdrew his arm and sat beside Chu Fengming with a blank expression, suddenly remembering that he had kicked the prince of the Northern Thursday on the ass as soon as they met during the day, and a wave of anxiety surged in his heart.

Chu Fengming shook the wine jar, and when he heard the voice, there was not much left of the burning knife, he pushed one of the wine jars in front of Gu Tiannan's eyes, and he picked up the other wine jar, his eyes were red, and said: "Pumpkin, the world only knows the royal jade, gluttony, and fat, but they don't understand the pain of being born in the emperor's family. ”

"I have six brothers, three elder brothers and three younger brothers, and from the moment we were born, the seven of us were destined to be rivals! As long as my father does not appoint a prince for a day, in the eyes of my eldest brother, all six of us should be crushed and ashes!"

"My third brother has been brilliant since he was a child, he was familiar with poetry and books at the age of five, and at the age of seven he was able to point out the mistakes in the anthology compiled by the scholars of Hallym University, and my father boasted about the third brother in front of the ministers more than once. It's a pity that my third brother died inexplicably at the age of thirteen in Changle Palace, and more than a dozen imperial doctors said in unison, all saying that the third brother suffered from a congenital disease and died early, and everyone in the palace believed it and no one traced it. ”

"Changle Palace, Changle Palace, there are as many people who are as proud of the spring breeze as there are those who have lost power. Pumpkin, although you are not my own brother, but you are willing to kneel down for me, just because of this, I am a little reluctant to punish that bullying dog minion! Come on, come on, this wine has to be drunk with my life!"

After speaking, Chu Fengming simply pushed the wine bowl aside, picked up the wine jar and was about to pour wine into his mouth.

Gu Tiannan pressed his wrist, took the wine jar and put it on the table, and said suspiciously: "You went back to Luoyang this time, do you want to compete with your eldest brother for the throne?"

Chu Fengming turned his head, put away his eyes full of sadness that were extremely incommensurate with his age, a pair of phoenix eyes were radiant, flashing a fierce color, he clenched a fist, and said with all his strength: "Fight! I not only want to fight, but also fight to shine!"

Chu Fengming held the wine jar in one hand, pointed to the volumes and books piled up in the room with the other, and said: "The scholars and literati read, the lower ones cultivate themselves, the middle ones are together, and the upper ones govern the country, I, Chu Fengming, study, in order to level the world!"

Gu Tiannan looked at the high-spirited dead sparrow, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, although he was just a young ranger who had just experienced the rivers and lakes, he also knew that the cruelty of the temple was better than the disputes in the rivers and lakes.

The rivers and lakes are dusty, grievances and hatreds are more important than the gains and losses of interests, how many heroes are tired by the word chivalry, sprinkle the blood of heroes, and regard glory and wealth as a big dream.

The temple has never had a sword but there have always been clouds and waves, and the gains and losses of interests are heavier than grievances and hatreds.

How many lives does that brocade robe embroidered with nine five-clawed golden dragons have to go through, how many corpses have to go through all over the field, and how many rivers of blood can be experienced before it can be worn on his Chu Fengming?

Moreover, Chu Fengming has been away from the court for five years, staying in the Guanyun Building of Hongxuanzong all day long.

Now in Luoyang Changle Palace, Chu Fengming has neither a winged henchman nor a concubine, why should he compete with that deep-rooted eldest brother for the Ninth Five-Year Honor? But as long as Chu Fengming lives in this world for one day, he will be a thorn in the eye of the eldest prince. The taste of fish in the throat is not pleasant!

If he fights, Chu Fengming will die nine times for life, and if he doesn't fight, Chu Fengming will die ten times and have no life.