Chapter Thirty-Eight: The No. 1 Man in the World
"Sword thirty-three, Shu Di Sima Liao asked for advice. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"
Under the osmanthus tree, Sima Liao stood by the lake, wearing a robe, wearing a hat, his face was hidden in the dark, the three-foot Qingfeng was obliquely held in his arms, and the whole person was as sharp as a sword out of the sheath, and said loudly.
Holding the sword and leaning on the wall of the warm pavilion in the center of the lake, he was listening to Su Mu's shameless and endless details of the way to cheat money, and he couldn't help but pout when he heard the words.
Su Musha looked out the window and saw Sima Liao dressed as when he first met.
"The posture is good, it's quite bluffing. Su Musha praised.
"Of course. Sima Liao was overjoyed when he heard this, and he raised his head sharply, and the hat suddenly fell on the snow, and the edge of the sword out of the sheath suddenly came to naught.
"Someone from a high school has pointed out. Sima Liao hurriedly put on the hat and said to Su Musha.
Su Musha became interested and said, "Let this master help me design a set of wind-pulling actions for me another day." ”
"Pull the wind?" Sima Liao shook the hat on his body and said, "Don't pull the wind." ”
Su Musha coughed a few times without explanation.
When he first came into contact with martial arts, he also had Sima Liao become the number one swordsman in the world, and he was happy to take revenge on the rivers and lakes, "The silver saddle shines on the white horse, and it is like a meteor." Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles. When I was in the second year of secondary school, I was tortured by the perverted sister as soon as I had a thought.
Now seeing Sima Liao like this, I miss it a little.
It is estimated that he didn't figure out what the wind was, Sima Liao posed again, the corners of his mouth rose, provoked a hint of a rebellious smile, and said: "A certain person has learned swords since childhood, defeated swordsmanship masters at the age of thirteen and ran rampant in Shu, walked the rivers and lakes at the age of fifteen, picked off the swordsman of Cangshan and was silent, and Wu Hook won the Yue ......"
"Wait. ”
Su Musha has lived in the valley for a long time and knows very little about the affairs of the rivers and lakes. A few days ago, after Sima Liao was taught a lesson by Jianhua, he never said such a line of middle school two again. Hearing this at this time, Su Musha was curious and asked, "You are now ranked thirty-fourth among the swordsmen of the rivers and lakes?"
"Of course ......"
Su Mu's heart suddenly respected.
Sima Liao straightened his hat and continued: "No. ”
Su Musha suddenly withered, lay on the windowsill of the warm pavilion, and asked, "Thirty-five?"
Sima Liao shook his head, spit out a few words from his mouth, and gave an answer that Su Musha admired: "Seventy-three." ”
Su Musha gave a thumbs up and said, "You are still alive now, this king really admires you." ”
"Prizes. Sima Liao humbly arched his hand: "Wu Gou, who was ranked seventy-three before, was really too weak, and after I was easily defeated, the scholar of Miaobi immediately changed his swordsman list." ”
"How did you find the Wonderful Pen Scholar Shenlong when he saw the beginning and the end?"
"Is there one?" Sima Liao scratched his head and said, "I met at the Tongfu Restaurant in Guangling County." ”
Su Musha nodded and said with a smile: "If there is a chance, I will definitely meet this wonderful scholar......
"Let's make yourself on the list?"
The girl rolled her eyes sharply, obviously Su Musha had said this more than once or twice.
Su Musha didn't care, and continued to ask: "Ranking seventy-three actually dares to challenge ranking thirty-three, if it weren't for the large number of Miss Leng Zhihua, you would have died in Huangquan long ago." ”
The corners of Sima Liao's mouth rose, provoking a rebellious smile, and said, "I'm a man who wants to become the number one swordsman in the world, thirty-three, but it's just a small stumbling block." ”
Su Musha glanced at the paper flower whose face was getting colder, and mourned silently for Sima Liao, a young man in the second middle school, and said: "I am better than you in this regard, and I am about to become the number one man in the world." ”
"Really?" Sima Liao wondered.
"Really. Su Musha nodded, his expression was ordinary, not like a fake, "You can ask you half a master." ”
Sima Liao is obsessed with swordsmanship, swordsmanship is refined and broken fast, but the "Slanting Wind and Drizzle Sword" of Wuyuezhangren is not widely circulated, and when it reaches Sima Liao, the sword spectrum has been lost a lot, if it is not for the encounter with Shuyu, it is even more difficult for Sima Liao to make a breakthrough.
Although Shuyu does not know martial arts, he is familiar with the swordsmanship of a hundred schools, and he has a lot of guidance on Sima Liao's swordsmanship. Sima Liao was convinced by this, and voluntarily recognized her as his half master, and he especially respected her on weekdays.
Sima Liao's gaze shifted to Shuyu.
Shuyu nodded Su Mu's forehead angrily, and did not deny it, turning around and returning to the warm pavilion.
Su Musha's barely second-rate martial arts naturally can't become the first in the world, but the one behind him, the demon of his own valley master, Shuyu also sighed to himself, and naturally knew what Su Musha meant in his heart.
Seeing this, Sima Liao suddenly felt that Su Mu was unfathomable, and he was going to say more.
"Seventy-three, dare to say that my aunt and grandmother are stumbling blocks?"
Jianhua, who was angered by the words of "stumbling block", finally couldn't help it, she stepped over the Su curtain, kicked her foot, and taught the disciple who took advantage of her own valley owner to teach a lesson, her toes lightly on the windowsill, her body indulged in desire, and the long sword came out of the sheath, enveloping Sima Liao's body.