Chapter 7: Farewell (1)

The seventh time without saying goodbye

Li Qi didn't know why, how did he cut off the opponent's sword with a random move, and he also said that Tangxi's sword was sharp, and he took advantage of the sword. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Gao Fenglin threw the broken long sword to the ground casually, stopped fighting, and said:

"King Jianning's martial arts are really good, I admire it, I admire it tightly. After speaking, he clenched his fists and bowed.

Li Qi thinks that he is taking advantage of the weapon, he is above the martial arts, and did not win a move and a half, he is an upright, broad-minded person, after this battle, he admires Gao Fenglin's martial arts is even more admired by the five-body throw, seeing the other party folded the blade, it seems that he has won, but in fact he has lost, but listening to the other party say this, his heart is a little unhappy, said:

"Brother Gao's martial arts are high, this Tangxi sword is given by the emperor, sharpening iron is like clay, if it weren't for my advantage in the blade, I'm afraid I would have lost to Brother Fenglin a long time ago." Then Hahaha laughed: "Today is really happy, I didn't expect the Fenglin brothers' swordsmanship to be so exquisite, today is really an eye-opener, this time I lost, come on, let's eat wine inside." As he spoke, he returned the Tangxi sword to the sheath and took Gao Fenglin's hand and walked towards the hall.

The onlookers were even more feasting their eyes, witnessing such a wonderful sword fight, seeing that the two sides were fighting, they all applauded, Li Jiao stepped forward and welcomed Gao Fenglin in, and everyone returned to their seats. Li Qi raised his heavy wine glass and saluted Gao Fenglin:

"Today, I can see the exquisite swordsmanship of the Fenglin brothers, which is enough to comfort my life, I don't know what kind of reputation this swordsmanship has?"

Gao Fenglin also raised his wine glass and said politely:

"This set of swordsmanship is called 'Liuyang Swordsmanship', which is a unique study of Sanqingguan, thanks to the wrong love of the master, it can be taught, and it is ugly today. ”

Li Qi said:

"How can such a subtle swordsmanship be said to be an ugly offering, Brother Fenglin really laughed, this is an eye-opener for me, come, I toast you." After speaking, he drank all the water and wine in the cup, and Gao Fenglin also drank the wine in one gulp. Seeing that the other party had dried up the water and wine, Li Qi laughed: "Happy!"

When Gao Fenglin was fighting the sword just now, he looked at Li Qi's moves, which seemed familiar, and he couldn't remember where he had seen it for a while, so he dared to ask:

"If you have a question, please ask King Jianning for advice. ”

Li Qi looked at him as if he was puzzled and asked:

"What's wrong with Brother Fenglin?"

Gao Fenglin said:

"When I was comparing swords, I saw that the sword moves of the prince were quite familiar, but I couldn't remember which martial arts master it was from for a while?"

Hearing this question, Li Qi couldn't help but be stunned, laughed, and said:

"Well, don't mention it, don't mention it. ”

Gao Fenglin and Ping Qingyun also said that he deliberately concealed the origin of his master and refused to disclose it, but Li Jiao on the side smiled and said:

"Little Brother Fenglin, in fact, where my younger brother is taught, I'm afraid you have already guessed a thing or two. ”

Gao Fenglin was very familiar with his sword moves, and he really couldn't remember where he had seen it, but when he heard Li Jiao say this, he had a second point of landing, and he guessed to himself:

"The prince is so good at martial arts, he must be worshipping a famous teacher, I have tens of millions of famous teachers in the Tang Dynasty, but the seven great masters headed by my master are the most, could it be that the prince is one of them?"

Li Qi saw that Gao Fenglin had guessed five or six out of ten, but he seemed uncomfortable and couldn't sit still. Gao Fenglin saw Li Jiao with a smug smile on his face, he already knew that he had guessed eight or nine and ten, and counted the seven great masters silently in his heart, his own master Yuan Chengzi would not be his master, so the medicine king should be excluded, he was born in the royal family, except for his own master, then there is only one person, he knew it in his heart, and patted his thigh:

"Oh! I know, the prince's master is Guo Lao Linggong!"

Seeing that Gao Fenglin's guess was correct, Li Jiao said that it was:

"That's right, it's Guo Lao Linggong, but he is not the master of his younger brother. ”

Gao Fenglin said:

"Why aren't you the prince's master?"

Li Li was about to explain, and just said a word, but was interrupted by Li Qi:

"Big brother Hugh wants to make fun of me in front of outsiders, Brother Fenglin, it's better for me to say this matter myself than for my eldest brother to say it and laugh at me. Li Li saw that he was going to say that he was going to come out, so he didn't continue, closed his mouth, and Li Qi continued:

"Brother Fenglin, I'm not afraid of your jokes when I say it, I have been good at martial arts since I was a child, and I have visited famous teachers, and each master has learned some fur, so I don't want to learn anymore, so that martial arts are miscellaneous but not refined. Later, I heard that Guo Lao Linggong was ranked among the seven great masters in the world, so I wanted to worship him as a teacher, but Guo Lao Linggong had been closed for a long time, and he had long stopped accepting apprentices, so he went thousands of miles away to Shan Yu Duhufu, and wanted to worship Lao Linggong as a teacher, who knew that Ling Gong had always refused to accept me, I returned to Chang'an in a fit of anger and asked the emperor for a holy decree, although the holy purpose was in hand, but Ling Gong still refused to accept me as an apprentice, just said that I passed on some time of martial arts, and could not be commensurate with master and apprentice. I thought about it, it is better to teach me martial arts than not to teach me, so I simply followed the order. Hehe, my qualifications are relatively stupid, I only have a body of brute strength, and I have studied with Guo Linggong for two years, but I have never been able to comprehend the essence of Linggong's martial arts. Ling Gong said that I was not suitable for martial arts, so he swept me out of the house and rushed back to Chang'an. So just now Brother Fenglin asked me who I was mentoring from, and I was embarrassed to say it, hehe!"

Although Li Qi is a prince, but he is honest and simple, straightforward and fast-talking, in front of ordinary people, there has never been a prince and grandson, and he has a good reputation in Chang'an.

It was an ordinary wine banquet, but it allowed several people present to enjoy such a wonderful competition, and heard the interesting stories of King Jianning in the past that caused several people to laugh.

This banquet, from noon, until the end of the dark, everyone was drunk, the steward of the palace arranged for Li Jianning Wang and Chen Wenyuan to return to the mansion, Li Jiao, Gao Fenglin, Ping Qingyun and the three went straight back to their respective rooms.

At midnight, Gao Fenglin's drunkenness gradually receded, and he gradually woke up, feeling that his mouth was dry, so he wanted to find water to drink, but there was no water in the room, so he had to go to find water, but it was late at night, and everyone in the house rested, where was there tea, and remembered that there was a well outside the stove room in the east of the main hall, so he went to the stove room. I took a bucket of well water, scooped a scoop of water, and drank it with a bang, until I drank the well water in the scoop, and then quenched my thirst.

The night was quiet, the moonlight was soft, a crescent moon hung in the air, and everything around seemed so beautiful. Gao Fenglin sat by the well with a bucket for a while, the drunkenness never completely subsided, and after a while, his expression was a little trance, if it wasn't for the fact that his hand accidentally fell into the barrel and woke him up, he didn't know how long he was going to sleep, paused, or felt that it was more comfortable to go back to the room to sleep, so he took another sip of water, put the scoop back into the bucket, and walked to his room.

Shook all the way to the door of his room, and was about to go in, but found that the lights in Ping Qingyun's room not far away were still on, and he wondered in his heart, couldn't General Ping Xiao sleep yet?

Seeing this scene, Gao Fenglin hit him like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, and his heart was like a boulder hitting the ground, and it was like a knife twisting in his heart. Standing there alone, not moving, the person seemed to be numb, and his mind kept coming up with his and Zhao Wenxin's past, at this moment she was so close to herself, but she was so far away, the more she thought about it, the more heartache she had, the more painful she was, the more she thought about it, and so on, and finally couldn't stop tears from coming out of her eyes.

At this moment, Gao Fenglin was extremely sad in his heart, and he just wanted to escape from the scene in front of him, but his feet seemed to be rooted and he couldn't move it, and after several struggles, Gao Fenglin slowly moved out of Ping Qingyun's house and ran all the way back to his room. The scene just now, like a dream, seems to be true and not true, seems to be false and not false, but Gao Fenglin still wants to deceive himself in his heart, the scene just now is not true, but what can he do with such self-deception, the facts are in front of him, and he can't help but believe it.

This night, Gao Fenglin tossed and turned, and could no longer sleep, as soon as he closed his eyes, the scene just now would appear in front of him, and he suffered so much all night, and he didn't know how to get to dawn, and when he saw that the sky outside the house was already slightly bright, he suddenly had an idea. He took the pen and ink from the room, wrote a letter, not so much a letter as a few words, placed the note on the round table, pressed it with a teacup, then packed up his clothes, and went out of the house at dawn, without saying goodbye.