Chapter 52: The preliminary round (Part 2)
Xiao Bing has seen this house on the video for many times, but this is the first time that he has come here in person. The small garden, simple plants and trees, and the steps lead to the steps. It is Fang Xin’s place of residence for several years.
However, now he finally came, Xiao Bing lowered his eyes. The people in the room heard the movement and greeted him at the door. At the first glance, he saw Fang Xin.
"This is Xiao Bing, this is Mr. Zhou Huayu from An Yijing Society, this is..." Fang Xin realized that he was rude and even asked no one behind him.
"I've seen Miss Xiao," the man in his thirties said politely.
The two of them greeted each other, and Xiao Bing also returned the gift.
After approaching the house, I had another gift set, and then I bowed to Fang Xin and took the full set of tea sets that Fang Xin didn't use. Then I started to cook tea. Although the water was still water and the tea leaves were still tea leaves, even if I didn't drink it, I felt the art and tea in it.
Cooking tea is expensive and quiet. At this time, everyone in the room understood that the hall was quite quiet. The door was not closed. Sometimes the wind blew in, and some flowers and leaves blew under the steps. In this thirty square meters of space, there was only the sound of water gradually boiling.
Zhou Huayu had other ideas. He should know that guests are at will. No matter how many Miss Xiao has an identity, she should not be able to do this. Therefore, the meaning of this is that she and Fang Xin have a different relationship.
In the imperial heritage, the method of tumble tea was not abolished as in the history of the earth, but the method of tumble tea also flourished. Both of them were striving for excellence and became a great success.
The secretary took the pot and left the stove, rinsed the boiling water into the tea, then rinsed the tea cup, washed for two minutes, and washed twice to remove the green gas of the grass.
Cook it again, and when the water is nearly three boiling, put the washed tea stems into the tea thigh. After six minutes, when the tea aroma spreads out of the tea thigh, the woman will stop the fire.
After waiting for another minute, all the Śrāvakas had already subsided in the tea thorns.
At this time, a faint tea fragrance came from the tea trowel, which had already filled the room. Fang Xin couldn't help but breathe, and the room was truly fragrant!
"The first way to make tea is to fill the room with the fragrance of tea to make one's heart, which is truly worthy of its reputation." Zhou Huayu said praisefully.
Filter, serve tea soup, and tea cups, and make amber color.
Fang Xin took a sip and felt that the fragrance was calm and subtle, with a special atmosphere that was close to the valley and forest. It tasted mellow, the tea fragrance was plain, and the tea was wonderful, which was really a good enjoyment.
After the cup was finished, the secretary slowly stepped down and stopped talking. Only then did the rules and luxury be reflected.
After drinking this cup of tea, Zhou Huayu had no thoughts at all. His vague demeanor was not owned by ordinary people. He said with a smile: "I originally came here this time to invite Mr. Fang to become the high-level swordsman of our club. He usually guides some students. He represented our club in competitions. He had prepared some small gifts. Now it seems that Mr. Fang is so arrogant that he is so arrogant. Miss Xiao is rude."
Without the intention of recruiting, his heart was relieved and he said so calmly.
"Do you know this, I only knew it today!" Xiao Bing said with a wry smile, looking at Fang Xin.
"This is not said that. Actually, I learned art from Guishe. It is true. In fact, breaking through to the fourth level is just a recent incident, so I didn't say much." Fang Xin said, he intended to cooperate with An Yijingshe. In fact, if Xiao Bing had not come as soon as he heard it, he wouldn't have let Zhou Huayu wait.
"Mr. Fang, did you really learn swords a year ago? You didn't have a foundation in swordsmanship before?" At this time, Mr. Lin couldn't help it and he asked hurriedly.
"That's right, I started learning about August last year, and your club should have records." Fang Xin replied.
"Although it's very rude, I still have to say that if this is the case, let alone the fourth level, even the third level is incredible. Can you give me a set to show me?" Mr. Lin said directly regardless of Zhou Huayu's wink.
Fang Xin thought about it and actually knew that not only Mr. Lin, but even everyone present wanted to see it as a truth. Instead of demonstrating it in the future, it would be better to use a set for everyone to see now. Although making swords is different from real battles, the foundation and foundation can be clearly seen.
"Okay!" Fang Xin got up and took out his "Zhan Lu" sword.
With the long sword in hand, at this stop, everyone present moved. Fang Xin calmly showed his sword. The speed of the sword drawing was maintained at a constant speed from the beginning, not fast or slow. Until he pulled it out, a loud aura condensed on it. Everyone present had a certain foundation, or at least had a wide range of knowledge, and understood that this was the realm of condensed qi into a sword.
Xiao Bing's martial arts is indeed the highest, and he also felt that Fang Xinren and the sword penetrated each other, especially the temperament (note that it is the texture of the qi), which condensed and felt no flaws. This was indeed a fourth-level qi image. Since then, she has become called a "swordsman". Many feelings appeared in her heart, some were surprised, some were joyful, and some were faint jealousy.
Feeling the combination of energy, spirit and sword, Fang Xin began to follow the steps and meticulously dance a set of introductory swordsmanship through the verge of the verge. Although it was an introductory swordsmanship, every move and every sword intent were vividly reflected, making people feel that the sword intent was irresistible, which made people feel that the sword intent was aimed at and that it made people feel that it was silenced. Mr. Lin was watching it, focusing on his concentration, and even leaning forward.
In each move, the pure muscle strength, pure "qi", pure sword intent, without any impurities. As Mr. Lin looked at it, the goal of more than ten years of struggle was in front of him one day. The joy of hearing Dao, wasted loneliness, and even pain and jealousy all flowed through his heart in an instant. His hand couldn't help but tighten, and his heart surged, with only a sword in front of him in his eyes. Before he knew it, tears came down, making everyone else look at each other.
Fang Xin seemed not to see it. This time, he also entered a state of high purity of spirit, body, strength and sword intent. He suddenly realized that the perfect control in the past was just the third level peak and the fourth level bud. Now he has truly entered the fourth level. At the same time, he has a deep understanding of the way of sword immortals. Only at this height can the sword seed be planted and the so-called sword energy that exceeds the limits of the human body.
After the dance set, Fang Xin felt that the energy and spirit in his body were purer again, and he slowly entered the sword.
"It's amazing, it's amazing. Mr. Fang is indeed a genius swordsman!" After entering the sword, Zhou Huayu was the first to clap his hands, but Mr. Lin sat silently, closing his eyes to ponder.
At this time, Xiao Bing's mouth was filled with smiles, his heart had completely fallen, and he felt full of pride.
She didn't choose the wrong person.
What does this power generated by this fourth-level condensation mean? Only she really knows that it means that even if her inner breath is higher than his level, if she is really fighting for life and death, Fang Xin can at least fight both defeats and both of them. Maybe Fang Xin will be injured and she will die.
Kill one person in ten steps, without leaving a thousand miles away. After doing things, you will leave and hide your body and reputation. This is a portrayal of the fourth-level swordsman, especially in those planes, one person can resist the power of a hundred people, not a joke.
It is not rare to see the fifth, sixth and seventh level in art, music, and knowledge. Only in this kind of murderous practice that combines body and mind, this fourth level is terrifying and terrifying. This is not something that can be achieved through hard practice and medicine. Even Xiao Bing himself borrowed the power of the family and the power of the goddess Xiangjun who served for generations, but achieved the fourth level of inner breath and Yin God, and did not achieve the fourth level of murderous practice.
As far as she knows, although the fourth level of the murder practice is large, there are still only a few people in the country, and there are only more than 600 people, which shows the value of Fang Xin.
The most important thing is that Fang Xin is only sixteen years old!
In the future, I really have to ask what happened to Fang Xin in that fallen plane. As for time, she didn't care. After all, there is a big difference in time between planes and planes - although there are certain rules, the distance to the world determines the ratio of time.
"I dare not be a genius in the world. I just make some progress occasionally!" Fang Xin still said a few humble words. Now he is full of confidence. He hopes that this time, he will meet a large number of masters in the Qingteng Cup, and will enter the finals, and decide the outcome. However, he doesn't want to go around the circle and say directly: "I still say this, and I am willing to do something for your club to repay you, but if you are formally appointed, forget it."
Zhou Huayu's cultivation is not high, but he is knowledgeable. He looked at Mr. Lin, who was still thinking, and then looked at Xiao Bing. He laughed: "Since Mr. Fang is selling face to our club, then this club is not humble anymore. Our club hopes that Mr. Fang can become our club's kendo consultant. If there are major events and occasions, please ask Mr. Fang to come forward. As for salary, although Mr. Fang is not short of it, our club still pays one million yuan a year. The competition will be calculated based on the number of appearances and rankings. How about it?"
"It's so good." Fang Xin was also cheerful and nodded, saying, "You can just issue a contract, I'll sign it."
Zhou Huayu was so cheerful, but he didn't expect Fang Xin to be even more cheerful. Fortunately, he was naturally proficient in the laws and terms with his secretary. He spent twenty minutes to draw up a contract. The terms were simple, but they were almost in detail. The two signed, exchanged, and shook hands.
Things were settled like this. Since Xiao Bing existed, there was not much to say. After a while, he said goodbye.
Fang Xin and Xiao Bing politely delivered to the door. Zhou Huayu and his group left. After walking out for a while, they looked back at the villa in the garden. At this time, the sun shone on the flowers and trees, and it was really lush.
"Mr. Lin, Fang Xin is really the fourth level?" He finally asked this.
Chapter completed!