Contemporary Martial Arts

Author: Xi Yumu

At nightfall, the showers began to stop, and the Nanhe County Government Office came.

The criminal in the Si Tianjian case finally ended his life in a heavy rain in the afternoon. As the presiding judge of the case, Meng Ziyan could not be happy at all.

When he thought of what Ling Changfeng had done, he was filled with rage. In this case, not only was he not present as the presiding judge when the murderer was hunted down, but not a single person was caught alive afterwards. Even Mr. Wang’s body is now

It’s just a handful of ashes.

Meng Ziyan was sitting in the study room in the back hall of the Nanhe County government office. He rubbed his slightly swollen head and looked at the half-baked letter paper spread out on the desk. On it was a description of the case written by County Magistrate Qin.

The Minister of Dali Temple, who was accustomed to writing case files, now felt that what he had written was extremely wonderful, but it was wonderful but did not belong to him.

After thinking for a long time and sighing, Meng Ziyan dipped his pen in ink and began to write stroke by stroke. After a while, Meng Ziyan's three-character signature was added at the end of the letter.

This file now only needs to be confirmed by Ling Changfeng, and the case will be considered closed. After it is finally forwarded to the emperor through the inn, news of rewards and punishments will be conveyed soon.

Seeing that it was getting late, Meng Ziyan walked out of the study and ordered to the patrolman waiting outside: "Come here, give this file to Special Envoy Ling for signature! After Special Envoy Ling signs, give it to County Magistrate Qin."

The patrolman bowed his hand to Meng Ziyan, carefully took the file, turned around and walked towards the guest room where Ling Changfeng lived.

After seeing the patrolman leave, Meng Ziyan walked back to the study and carefully took out a clay pot. No one knew what was inside. He picked up a rabbit-hair pen and wrote on a piece of paper two fingers wide.

What? It’s very strange that there are no traces wherever the pen stroke passed.

After finishing writing, Meng Ziyan opened the window behind the study and called for a black carrier pigeon. Meng Ziyan was also using the dark network to deliver the message, but he didn't know who he wanted to deliver the message to, so it was so mysterious.

...

Ling Changfeng in the guest room opened the window and was now sprinkling some dried grains and other things outside. He also muttered: "Xiaoyu, you need to eat more. I can only help you here."

Let’s see how you perform when you come down.”

Xiaoyu, who was lying on the table, heard the word "dim sum" spoken by Ling Changfeng, and immediately pricked up her ears. However, she saw Ling Changfeng sprinkling some things that she was not interested in, and shouted "meow", obviously to Ling Changfeng.

Changfeng deceived himself with "dim sum" and felt dissatisfied.

When Xiaolan saw this, she immediately burst into laughter, which made her originally depressed and a little bit more happy. Looking at her young master's actions, she curiously asked: "Master, what are you doing?"

Ling Changfeng smiled slightly, patted the debris on his hand, and said softly: "Don't you think there are a lot of birds near the county government? I'm looking for some playmates for Xiaoyu."

After wiping his hands, Ling Changfeng saw that Xiaolan's mood had improved, and asked: "Xiaolan, you seem to be in a very low mood after your confrontation with Nadashan today? Is there anything on your mind?"

Xiaolan nodded, and after thinking for a while, she recalled the situation when Darshan took action, and said softly: "That man's inner strength is extremely strong. If he faced me, my chance of winning is only 30%. Unfortunately, my Qingguang swordsmanship is still there.

Several flaws have not yet been perfected, but I can’t find Master at this moment.”

Finally, he sighed softly and said: "Master, next time we meet this person, we'd better be more careful. I suspect that this person is secretly following you and Magistrate Qin, so he appears in Xicheng."

Door."

Ling Changfeng nodded and said: "Well, this person and the woman who is traveling with him are a big trouble. By the way, Xiaolan and you martial arts practitioners, do you have any internal skills? I read in the book

It is said that internal strength must be practiced diligently to make further progress."

Looking at her young master's big doubtful eyes, Xiaolan chuckled and said: "Master, where did you hear this from hearsay? We don't have such a magical thing as internal strength. In fact, the foundation of martial arts in this world is nothing more than body skills, eyesight, etc.

It’s just hand speed and reaction.”

Seeing that Ling Changfeng still looked puzzled, Xiaolan said patiently: "Actually, whether you use a knife, a sword, or a gun, they are all the same. Take the swordsmanship I use as an example.

Speaking of which, it can be divided into three realms."

"The first level is basic swordsmanship. You have mastered the ordinary sword moves and sword techniques. People who can reach this level are like the ordinary members of Hanying Divine Sect and Canglong Pavilion."

"The second level can be called the way of swordsmanship. People who can reach this level have already mastered swordsmanship, and can also create sword moves that suit their own habits and mood. The world calls it the unity of man and sword. Now I will

In this situation, Nadarshan may have reached the second level of perfection.”

"As for the third level, I don't know what the situation is like. I'm afraid only a few people like Qinglian Sword Immortal and my master can reach it! If I meet Qinglian Sword Immortal again someday, I'll ask you for advice."

After hearing this, Ling Changfeng was naturally confused. It was obvious that he knew nothing about such a professional matter. He waved his hand and said, "You don't have to worry too much about Dashan's threat. I'm afraid we won't be able to run into him for a while."

After finishing speaking, Ling Changfeng looked at Xiaolan and asked: "Xiaolan, do you think I can learn one and a half moves? You might as well teach me." He picked up the wooden stick beside him and danced it a few times.

Down.

Xiaolan smiled "haha" and joked softly: "Master, my sword moves are evolved from sword dance, I'm afraid it's not suitable for you. If you don't mind, I can give you some pointers. This is the first thing.

Practice one word horse..."

Before Xiaolan could finish speaking, Ling Changfeng shook his head like a rattle. He quickly changed the subject: "Well... let's talk about it next time. By the way, you just said that you only have a 30% chance of winning against Dashan. Is it true?

Just a few moves, can there be such a big difference in strength?"

Xiaolan nodded seriously and said slowly: "Master, in this world's martial arts, except for those who are not good at it, there are only three realms I just mentioned. But even though there are only three levels, the differences between each level are also extremely different.

The difference between the two is like the difference between ten and a hundred. Maybe there are other levels above, but that's not something I can understand now."

Ling Changfeng looked like he suddenly realized it, and said casually: "Xiaolan, you have reached such a state at such a young age. I'm afraid you will go further on this road in the future. Hehe, maybe you can reach the fourth level or the fifth level.

."

Seeing that her young master had so much confidence in her, Xiaolan lowered her head and smiled, feeling warm in her heart. She didn't say anything. She stretched out her hand to comb the hair on Xiaoyu's body and thought to herself: The fourth level? Even the master has only heard of it.
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