The moment Jiang Ming swung his sword, Ah Diao's eyes were completely attracted by the brilliant sword light. A gust of wind suddenly blew in the courtyard, and although Diao didn't understand what it meant, he just felt so powerful.

Jiang Ming's swaying figure danced in the garden, the sword light in his hand was like a meteor constantly crossing the sky, and the peony petals in the sky fell like a shower.........

Ah Diao couldn't help but be stunned.

It's not that Jiang Ming deliberately wants to make such bells and whistles, but the sword intent of Ji Wuming's fast sword is like this, the sword is extremely fast, and the precise point picking and stabbing is cut, just now, he has completed more than a thousand sword shots, and the rain of flowers in the sky was all cut down by him.

Ah Diao didn't understand too much, and stood aside hesitantly, wanting Jiang Ming to rehearse again, but he was embarrassed to speak.

"It's normal if you don't understand it, just memorize the mantra and practice slowly. Jiang Ming saw her embarrassment, and Wen Yan comforted, "You will stay in the mansion to practice swords these days, and in addition, tell Sande that I will go out for a few days." ”

Putting the long sword back into its scabbard, Jiang Ming planned to go out, but before leaving, the sword was taken away by himself, and he turned around and reminded: "My sword is still useful, if you want to practice, let Sande prepare it for you." ”

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Jiang Minghuan walked down the street with a sword in his hand, and fell into deep thought for a while. The reason why this long sword is not used by Ah Diao is because its origin is not simple, and it involves his biological mother. The name of the sword 'Dian Drunk' was given to his father Jiang Kun by the emperor, and his biological mother was very favored at that time, Jiang Kun gave the sword to his mother, and his mother finally handed it over to him. The sword is three feet long, and the sword body is inlaid with seven mutton fat white jade, in addition to this relationship, the value of the sword itself is also extremely high.

"She's a hard-working woman. ”

Jiang Ming sighed lightly, and learned from the memories of his predecessors that since his biological mother fell out of favor, she was quickly suppressed and bullied by other concubines, and finally hanged herself to death due to humiliation. 'Getting drunk' was the only thing she left, so the dead ghost Jiang Ming hung him in the room, and no one was allowed to approach.

Rongkang Dart Bureau is located in the jujube lane next to the West City Gate, usually the darts are from the West City Gate, extremely convenient, plus the prestige of the dart board of the handle Lu Su, many people come to visit, and by Lu Su himself personally bet the dart, has never missed.

In addition to being very strong and able to easily resist the bandits who come to rob darts, this kind of thing also requires extraordinary wisdom and the ability to survive in the wild. How to choose a route, how to set up camp, how to deal with sudden weather conditions.......... All these things are very testing of a person's ability.

Mrs. Lu Su is such a person, although she is old, she is getting more and more smooth.

As soon as he entered the dart game, someone greeted him and asked with a smile: "This master, do you want to support the dart?" I am the dart head of the Rongkang dart board, I don't know what to call the master?"

What's the total?

Jiang Ming was a little surprised in his heart, this middle-aged man with a fat head and big ears turned out to be the dart head of the Rongkang Dart Bureau, Lu Su's husband He Youquan. The reason why he was so surprised was because He Youquan was an ordinary person at all, and he didn't sense the aura emanating from any master on him at all.

A dignified female warrior married such a woman, is there really a true love in this world?

He shook his head and smiled back, "The little surname is Jiang, and he is going to the Guidart Bureau to support the dart." ”

"Then you have come to the right place, it's not me who blows, in the entire Qiancheng, and even in the Jiangnan area, the bodyguard rate of my Rongkang Dart Bureau is one of the best. He Youquan beckoned Jiang Ming to go inside, and boasted endlessly: "There are more than sixty martial artists in the dart game alone, all of them are top heroes, ordinary mountain bandits and thieves, when they see it, they are smeared with oil on the soles of their feet, hey, no way, the word Rongkang is there, who dares to offend our family..........."

"Why don't I introduce you to a few experienced dart masters? ”

"I heard that Mrs. Lu has never missed a hand, and I would like to ask her to help me carry the dart this time. Jiang Ming put the 'little drunk' in his arms on the table, and said with a smile: "He Darthead should be able to see that only Mrs. Lu dares to take this sword............

He Youquan hissed, stared at the sword on the table in great surprise, and exclaimed: "It seems that I was pecked by an eagle, disrespectful, disrespectful." He hurriedly saluted Jiang Ming, and looking at the appearance of this sword, he knew that the person in front of him was not simple.

"You sit here and have a sip of tea, I'll go and discuss it with my family, please wait. ”

He Youquan hurriedly glanced at the 'drunk', and then rushed to the inner hall in a hurry.

"It seems that He Youquan can be favored by Lu Su, and he does have his advantages. Looking at his departing back, Jiang Ming fell into deep thought. From He Youquan's actions just now, he got a few pieces of information. First, He Youquan's eyes are very vicious, and he can see the preciousness of 'getting drunk' at a glance;Second, He Youquan's performance is too impatient, and he sees the fire of desire in his eyes, things should not be so simple.

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He Youquan entered the inner hall, called his son He Dafu, and said with a smile: "A big business is coming, hurry up and inform your mother to go." ”

"What kind of big business makes you so happy, Dad?" He Dafu was very puzzled, to say that the Rongkang Dart Bureau had received not thousands of darts, but also eight hundred, and he had seen a lot of good things escorted, he had never seen He Youquan have such a reaction.

"Do you know who is coming from outside? The fourth young master of the Jiang family, if I guessed correctly, the dart he asked us to escort was the 'drunk' sword that was rumored to have been given to Jiang Kun by the emperor. He Youquan lowered his voice and leaned in front of He Da Fu'er to whisper.

"Dad, you can't be mistaken, right? He said that his surname is Jiang, so you will think that he is the fourth young master of the Jiang family. Take 10,000 steps back, even if he is, do you still want to ....... It's not good to fight against the Jiang family, his father is the commander of the Royal Forest Army, how can we deal with this little dart game. ”

"Turtle son, you know what a fart. ”

He Youquan looked left and right, pretending to be mysterious: "Listen to my father, hurry up and report to your mother, I have to go out to say hello quickly, I'm afraid that kid will be suspicious for a long time." ”

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Jiang Ming was wandering around, and when he passed by the door of the inner hall, he happened to watch all this scene. Although he didn't know secret techniques such as lip talk, and he couldn't hear what He Youquan was saying, just by looking at his sneaky and mysterious appearance, he knew that the other party had ghosts. It seems that while he is calculating He Youquan's wife, he is also being targeted by He Youquan. He secretly raised his mind and quietly returned to his seat.

"Oh, Master Jiang, you've been waiting for a long time. This dart was taken by the one in my house, but it was ............" He Youquan came out of the inner hall, and before he got close, he had already opened his mouth to speak, he pinched his fingers, and said with a smile: "It's just that this cost may be more expensive........"

Jiang Ming was slightly stunned, and sneered in his heart, this old fat pig is really black-bellied, and the idea of secretly beating him, and slaughtering him fiercely on the surface, is really extremely damaging.