As soon as dawn approached, the entire Liang Zhaocheng was already in an uproar, and the shops opened their doors, and a new day had begun.

When I got up in the morning, there were maids ready to serve Yang Yong and wash up. In this regard, Yang Yong has long been accustomed to it in the Yang family. After washing up, Yang Yong went to the hall to eat, only to see that it was still a few people chatting from last night.

This time, Yang Yong let go a lot, and sat down and blended in. The conversation is in full swing.

Suddenly, a little girl about 10 years old trotted in from the door, and saw that she was wearing a white dress, walking cautiously, with a cute little face and a pair of smart big eyes, which was very cute.

Everyone looked at the little princess, and after a few stumbles, she finally ran to the table.

Murong Fa put on a very hideous face, pretending to be angry, and asked his daughter, "Xue'er, what did you do last night?"

Murong Xue'er knew that her father was pretending to be angry, so she also pretended to be aggrieved, her eyes were watery, and she looked like she was about to cry.

Seeing that he had become a great villain, Murong Fa had no choice but to disarm and surrender to his daughter after making amends. After coughing in his mouth, he turned straight again, pointed at Hengyuan and said to his daughter, "This is your uncle." ’

He pointed to Yang Yong and said, "This is my brother who will live in our house in the future." ’

Murong Xue'er looked at Yang Yong, although her face was delicate and handsome, she was not as handsome as her brother, so she didn't pay attention to him.

After speaking, Murong Fa glanced at his son, daughter, and Yang Yong, and said, "You must live in harmony in the future." ’

The three of them nodded in unison. When everyone arrived, they began to enjoy breakfast. It's just that this breakfast is different from last night, only because there is a lively and touching girl, and the atmosphere has become lively.

After breakfast, Yang Yong returned to his room. Suddenly, he found a pitch-black iron sword.

With a faint expectation in his heart, Yang Yong tried to pull out the iron sword, feeling that the sword body was quite heavy, and after pulling it out, he found that the sword body was dark and narrow, the sword blade was restrained, and the cold air was pressing.

I tried it, and it was exactly what Yang Yong wanted. I couldn't help but praise: 'Good sword!' The sword seemed to hear the praise, and the blade of the sword became even darker, as unpredictable as the color of the starry sky in the middle of the night.

Yang Yong's heart was itching, and he waved the sword and danced. It was morning, and under the warm sun, the boy was dancing his sword with great interest, and the sound of breaking wind hissed around the boy.

After dancing for a while, Yang Yong stopped, his eyes fixed on the sword in his hand.

'Good swordsmanship', suddenly, a man jumped down from a tree branch, it seemed that he had been observing Yang Yong. It was Hengyuan, Hengyuan walked to Yang Yong's side, and then said: "But the sword dancer is still insufficient. ’

'Uncle Heng', Yang Yong was very excited when he saw that Hengyuan was deliberately instructing him in his swordsmanship, and there was joy in his voice.

Hengyuan slowly drew his sword, turned around, and said, "Look, the sword is made like this. After speaking, Hengyuan moved, the sword body danced, and at first glance, it was exactly the same as Yang Yong's swordsmanship.

Yang Yong saw it in his eyes, and admired it very much, so he immediately looked carefully at Hengyuan's sword dance. Although it was exactly the same move, it was displayed by Hengyuan, and the power was doubled, and the sword seemed to come alive in his hand.

After Hengyuan finished dancing the sword, he said to Yang Yong: "This sword technique is extremely exquisite, I don't know who it came from, but your understanding is not high, and the things you understand are less than one in ten." ’

Hengyuan's eyes were vicious, and he could see at a glance that this was a very powerful set of swordsmanship. Thinking about it, he seemed to have seen this sword technique somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

Although Yang Yong pretended to be calm, he was very shocked in his heart. His father didn't practice his own swordsmanship to such a state. He didn't even know that his swordsmanship was so powerful. Seeing that Hengyuan only watched it once, and was able to use his family heirloom swordsmanship exactly the same, when he secretly admired it, he didn't admit defeat on his lips, and said: "Uncle Heng, you bully the small with the big, and you can't win with martial arts." ’

Heng Yuan didn't argue with him, and said: 'One, when you dance the sword, you just practice the moves, not the method, and there are many flaws between the moves.

Second, although you are practicing sword moves, you are bound by sword moves, and you don't know how to make sword moves and not how to make sword moves. ’

Saying that, Hengyuan paused, "Three, bully the small with the big, hehe, that's right, but I was much better than you back then." ’

After Hengyuan finished speaking, Yang Yong couldn't argue for a while. Hengyuan's insights hit the nail on the head and hit the nail on the head. Although Yang Yong was criticized, he was overjoyed in his heart, and he was unconsciously proud to be able to meet such a powerful master, and his admiration for Hengyuan deepened a little.

Hengyuan also said, "Your swordsmanship style is very different from mine, and my swordsmanship is not suitable for you. Hearing this, Yang Yong's heart was cold.