The grassland under the moon is extraordinarily quiet, without the neighing of cows, sheep and horses during the day, and without the shouts of herdsmen and mastiffs, only the chirping of those seemingly insignificant insects in this world.

After dinner, Zhao Zhijing, Yin Zhiping and the Seven Monsters of Jiangnan sat around the fire burning next to the yurt, and naturally Guo Jing and his mother Li Ping were indispensable. Zhao Zhijing saw that Guo Jing and his mother were sharing the candy and pastries they gave to Guo Jing, nodded incessantly, turned around and whispered to Tan Xiaoying, the youngest of the Seven Monsters of Jiangnan sitting beside him: "Senior Han, you are really blessed, you can receive such a good apprentice" Han Xiaoying heard Zhao Zhijing's words beside him, and could still feel the breath on his body, his face was slightly red and replied: "Daochang Zhao, are you talking about Jing'er?" Jing'er's qualifications are dull, he has to practice the simple kung fu we taught him for a long time, and he can't always remember what he remembers, how can Daochang Zhao say that we are blessed!"

Several people next to them saw Zhao Zhijing and Han Xiaoying talking in a whisper, and saw that Han Xiaoying's face was slightly red, and the faces of several people became a little unbearable at this time. Han Baoju, the most impatient of the Seven Monsters of Jiangnan, glanced at Zhao Zhijing and Han Xiaoying and said loudly: "What are the little sisters and Daochang Zhao talking about?" After hearing Han Baoju's words, Zhao Zhijing was much calmer than Han Xiaoying, turned his head and no longer said to Han Xiaoying: "Just now I said to Han seniors that I want to congratulate all the seniors" Several people suddenly heard that their heads seemed to be short-circuited, and they didn't know how to answer, at this time, Zhu Cong, who was naturally the brains of everyone, appeared and asked: "I don't know what the long congratulations to us?" Zhao Zhijing immediately replied: "Congratulations to all seniors for having a good disciple!" Zhu Cong said after listening: "Dao Chief, are you talking about Jing'er?" Jing'er's qualifications are dull, and he has to practice the simple kung fu we teach him for a long time, so that he can't always remember what he remembers, how can the Taoist say that we are blessed!"

Zhao Zhijing heard that the idea of the seven monsters in Jiangnan was the same, and then replied: "Although the little brother Guo Jing looks a little wooden, but I think it is wise and foolish, and the most important thing in martial arts is to study hard and practice hard, it will naturally improve, I want to say that Brother Guo Jing's rare and valuable quality, filial piety to his mother, respect for the teacher, do not violate the teacher's orders and the teachings of his parents, this is his real preciousness, there is such a disciple I naturally want to congratulate a few seniors" Everyone couldn't stop nodding after listening, even Guo Jing's mother was full of confidence in her child's filial piety, and she didn't humbly say to Zhao Zhijing, "Daoist Miao praised"

The next day, the morning sun rose in the east, and the people on the grassland began another day of grazing and labor, as for Guo Jing's time, he was still learning kung fu with several of his masters, beside them Zhao Zhijing waved a rosewood sword in his hand, facing the rising sun, a sword and a sword slowly and seriously swung out, and several people next to him could carefully see the trajectory of Zhao Zhijing's sword. Han Baoju stretched out his hand and poked Yin Zhiping next to him and said: "Daoist Yin, how can your senior brother practice swordsmanship slowly, how can such swordsmanship hurt people" Yin Zhiping looked at his senior brother carefully and thought in his heart: "In the past, senior brothers practiced swords very fast, but at this time, somehow the speed of swords became so slow" I thought about it and said to Han Baoju: "I don't know about Senior Han, but I think it's because of what Senior Brother himself thinks! Anyway, I can't understand it" Han Baoju said with a smile after hearing this: " It can't be that your senior brother's martial arts are weaker than yours!

After Yin Zhiping heard Han Baoju's words, a wave of anger rushed in his chest, his face became a little red, and he was about to open his mouth to argue with Han Baoju. At this time, Zhao Zhijing, who was dancing the sword, opened his mouth and said: "Senior Han wants to know how the martial arts are, why don't you have a discussion with me" Han Baoju listened, although Zhao Zhijing and Yin Zhiping have not been as angry as when they first came in the past few days, but when they heard Zhao Zhijing's invitation to fight, he was more impatient, and he stood up with his own coiled dragon soft whip, and flipped the long whip with a hand, about five zhang, and the long whip rolled towards Zhao Zhijing's head like a long snake, Zhao Zhijing waved the rosewood sword casually, and the tip of the sword was a little soft. The power of the soft whip had been neutralized, and then Zhao Zhijing took out the strength of his sword and flew towards Han Baoju. Han Baoju saw that Zhao Zhijing could offset his long whip with a sword in his hand, thinking that he was not a person who could only bluff people, so he would use his proud martial arts to use the golden dragon whip method for the next plate.

The people next to them couldn't help but feel a little surprised when they watched Zhao Zhijing easily fight with Han Baoju, and saw that Zhao Zhijing had the upper hand, while Han Baoju was repeatedly frustrated, and his face became a little ugly. Yin Zhiping saw that his senior brother was about to win, and saw that the remaining few people of the Jiangnan Seven Monsters next to him had a somewhat gloomy face, and then said to them: "A few seniors, don't feel a little embarrassed, although my senior brother looks a little lazy, he is actually a real martial arts idiot, he has been practicing martial arts for more than ten years in the cold and summer, and now even my uncles and uncles may not be able to beat him."

Zhao Zhijing and Han Baoju whipped back and forth, looked at a few people next to him, heard Yin Zhiping's words, and then said: "I also hope that a few seniors, don't hesitate to teach, Zhao Zhijing is grateful" Several people heard his words without a trace of contempt, some just respect for them and love for martial arts, some thought of what Yin Zhiping said before, looked at each other and thought that he was really a martial idiot, and then the remaining five people also joined the battle circle.

The seven monsters of Jiangnan went out and died in the hands of Chen Xuanfeng, the fifth Zhang Asheng, the remaining six people have been cultivating for more than ten years, and they are already second-rate experts at this time, and the boss Ke Zhen is even more second-rate, and he has already stepped into the first-class with half a foot. The six people have been running in for more than ten years, and the tacit understanding is extraordinary, and Zhao Zhijing also feels a trace of pressure when the six people unify the close attack. Zhao Zhijing's side Ke Zhenevil's magic wand, Zhu Cong's iron fan, Han Baoju's coiling dragon soft whip, Nan Xizi's pure steel flat pole, the all-blonde big scale rod and Han Xiaoying's long sword pointed directly at several key points around his body, Zhao Zhijing's rosewood sword swept the weapons of these people, and several people except Han Baoju who was holding a soft whip felt a huge force from the weapons in their hands, and the five of them took a few steps back, and stepped out of a few footprints several inches deep on the grass. Zhao Zhijing slowly swung out a sword, looking so slow, but Han Baoju, who was not far in front of him, couldn't dodge when he saw the tip of the sword slashing towards him, and the tip of the sword was already at his throat when he reacted.