Chen Jinyuan squinted for a while while lying on the small bed. He remembered that his summoning point should have been almost recovered, so he ducked and entered the ancient martial arts space again.
Arriving in front of the familiar summoning pool, Chen Jinyuan looked at his attributes. The summoning point had already returned to 100, which was enough to summon the strongest first-level ancient warrior. He smiled with satisfaction and thought again in his mind.
A dialog box appears:
"Does the host choose to use the summoning function?
【whether】"
Without any hesitation, just choose [Yes].
"Please host to enter the summoning request!"
Chen Jinyuan thought for a while and said: "Uh... there are no requirements! Just summon a first-level ancient warrior with the strongest ancient martial arts strength!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the water in the small pool in front of him began to boil again. A dazzling white light appeared at the bottom of the pool. The movement was louder than when he summoned the breeze. Chen Jinyuan couldn't help but step back.
He took two steps, closed his eyes and turned around. Thick mist appeared on the surface of the small pool, and slowly gathered together, forming a young man dressed as a Confucian scholar with a long sword on his back. After a moment
It slowly dissipated again. The whole process lasted for about two minutes. The water slowly returned to calm. Chen Jinyuan breathed a sigh of relief. This thing was too noisy!
But I don’t know who the owner of the young figure on the pool just now is!
With questions in his mind, Chen Jinyuan was curious and excited at the same time. The message in his mind came late:
"Summoning successful! The summoned person has been sent to room 1-2 by space! This summoning consumes 100 summoning points of the host, gains 12 experience points, and increases the upper limit of exchange value by 50 points."
Chen Jinyuan chuckled, immediately turned around and ran towards Room 1-2 as fast as he could, and couldn't wait to push the door open and enter.
What caught his eye was a small room of about fifty square meters. Chen Jinyuan looked around carefully. The furniture in the room was all made of wood. There was a small round table of huanghuali in the center. On the table was a purple clay pot and two
There is a blue and white porcelain cup, and there is a small bookshelf about two meters high against the wall, which is filled with thread-bound ancient books. On the left wall are several landscape paintings and a long flute, filling the whole room with a scholarly atmosphere.
There is a paper screen window on the right wall, and a small case is placed in front of the window. On the table are two pots of narcissus. The fragrance of narcissus permeates the whole room, making people feel extremely peaceful and warm after taking one breath.
A large wooden bed about two meters wide was placed against the inner wall. There was a brocade quilt neatly stacked on the bed, and a... uh... a long sword hung on the bed frame, making this room full of books smell instantly.
Added a touch of heroic spirit.
At this time, there was a well-mannered young man sitting on the bed. He was about the same age as Chen Jinyuan. He had a bun on his head and was wearing a royal blue Shandong silk robe with an embroidered brocade tied around his waist. When Chen Jinyuan came in
, this young man was holding a book [The Analects of Confucius] in his hand, shaking his head and murmuring for a while. At this time, when he saw Chen Jinyuan pushing the door in, he hurriedly put down the book in his hand, stood up, and stared at Chen Jinyuan with a smile on his face.
"What a handsome young man!" Chen Jinyuan couldn't help but admire. This young man has a handsome face, but he is still a little childish, but his big and bright eyes are bright, and his movements are full of energy. His whole body exudes a unique Confucian spirit.
With his temperament and harmless smile, he could not tell that he was an ancient warrior with ancient martial arts.
Just when Chen Jinyuan was wondering about the identity of the young man in front of him, another piece of information flashed in his mind:
"Summoned: [Wu Xiuwen]
Character level: [Level 1]
Character source: [The Legend of the Condor Heroes]
Character strength: Warrior level 12th level
Ancient martial arts that can be inherited: 1: Advanced fingering [One Yang Finger] Seventh level realm. [Not inherited]
2: The first three palms of the top palm technique [Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms]. [Not passed down]
3: The first three moves of Advanced Stick Technique [Dog Beating Stick Technique]. [Not passed down]"
Chen Jinyuan's face was shocked. It turned out to be this boy. Looking at Wu Xiuwen's gentle and handsome face, he really didn't expect to be able to summon Guo Jing's disciple. This Wu Xiuwen is a character in The Legend of the Condor Heroes and is the Southern Emperor Yideng.
The second son of farmer Wu Santong and Wu Sanniang, one of the four major disciples of the master, Wu Santong, also had an older brother Wu Dunru. Both brothers were handsome and handsome, but their martial arts aptitude was not good, so they worshiped Guo Jing as their teacher.
After that, they didn't achieve much. They were just typical supporting characters in the book. The two of them only knew how to hang around Guo Jing's eldest daughter Guo Fu all day long. The two even almost turned against each other because of who could get Guo Fu. Later, Yang Guo tried to stop the two of them.
The brothers killed each other, and even made up a set of lies to fool the two of them, which indirectly led to the subsequent amputated arm.
However, this guy got pretty lucky later on and got a beautiful wife, Wan Yanping.
Damn... all I know is the pretty boys hanging around women all day long...
Chen Jinyuan felt a burst of contempt, and a little jealousy arose in his heart for no reason. Pretty boy! He was hanging around women, damn, they were both men, how could they be so different!
But when he saw the ancient martial arts that could be passed down, Chen Jinyuan suddenly smiled.
[One Yang Finger], [Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms], [Dog Beating Stick Technique], Chen Jinyuan was drooling. These are Chen Jinyuan's most desired skills. Let's not talk about [One Yang Finger].
This thing is just an introductory skill to the [Six Meridians Divine Sword], but these [Eighteen Palms to Subdue the Dragon] and the [Dog Beating Stick Technique] are the Beggar Clan’s secret skills to suppress the gang, [Eighteen Palms to Subdue the Dragon]
It is also known as the best powerful palm technique in the world. Except for the leader of the Beggar Clan, he only occasionally passes on a few moves to some members of the Beggar Clan who have made great achievements for the Beggar Clan.
Chen Jinyuan was also puzzled for a while. This Wu Xiuwen should not be a disciple of the Beggar Clan. How could he know this palm technique? But when he thought about watching The Legend of the Condor Heroes before, he had seen a scene where Guo Fu took Yang Guo and Xiao Wu to steal
Seeing Huang Rong teach Lu Youjiao the dog-beating stick technique, maybe he also learned the [Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms] secretly, or maybe Guo Jing liked this kid, so he taught him the three palms.
Alas! It's different to have a good master, but this kid is too bad. The disciple of the dignified Beixia has not even reached the acquired realm, and there is a burst of contempt in his heart. But Chen Jinyuan doesn't know that Xiao Wu is only twenty years old, so he
Reaching the twelfth level of the warrior level, it is possible to break through to the acquired state at any time. In the ancient martial arts world of Chen Jinyuan's current society, he can already be regarded as a genius among geniuses.
At this time, Wu Xiuwen came up to him with a smile and saluted: "My younger brother Wu Xiuwen, I have met Brother Chen!" His voice sounded, how should I put it, a bit scholarly, and coupled with that handsome little face,
Chen Jinyuan felt a little bitter and jealous in his heart, and he felt so angry that he wanted to slap him.
However, if you don't hit the smiling person, they will salute and call you big brother, and you can't show off to others. It would appear that you are narrow-minded, although Chen Jinyuan is indeed not very big-minded. There are also regulations in the space, and he is not allowed to abuse the space.
If an ancient warrior inside him beats others because they are prettier than him, then Chen Jinyuan will definitely have enemies all over the world.
A fake smile instantly appeared on his face, and he said: "Haha, who am I talking about? It turns out to be Wu Erlang! Be polite, be polite!"
Takejiro? This name sounds familiar.
While saying hello, Chen Jinyuan walked to the table, moved a small round stool and sat down, took out a teacup from the porcelain plate on the table, picked up the purple clay pot, and started to drink: "Well! Good tea... Good tea...
." He squinted his eyes and shook his head for a while, looking like an indescribable coward.
Seeing this, Wu Xiuwen smiled and said: "Haha, Brother Chen! How can you taste good tea with such a bad drink?" After saying that, he also walked over from the bed and sat next to Chen Jinyuan.
Chen Jinyuan's intoxicated expression suddenly froze, and he cursed in his heart, why did this boy say something? There was a thorn in his words, saying that he was arty.
In fact, Wu Xiuwen didn't have such thoughts. It was just his personality. He made a joke and wanted to get closer to Chen Jinyuan. However, Chen Jinyuan had a preconceived idea and didn't like Wu Xiuwen much, so he felt that Wu Xiuwen was laughing at him.
Damn it, how could I be underestimated by this boy?
After thinking about it, he put down the teapot, stood up, put his hands behind his back, walked to the wall, and looked at several landscape paintings hanging on the wall. Holding his mouth, the scholar Wu Xiuwen shook his head like before, clapped his hands, and said: "
What a painting! What a painting!”
Wu Xiuwen stood up again, walked to Chen Jinyuan who was admiring the paintings, and said with a smile: "Haha, I didn't expect that Brother Chen also studies calligraphy and painting!"
Chen Jinyuan laughed and said: "How can you talk like a kid? What do you mean by unexpected things?"
Wu Xiuwen smiled and said weakly: "Haha... Brother Chen, I didn't mean that... the painting you are looking at is from the Tang Dynasty..."
Before he finished speaking, Chen Jinyuan, who was eager to express himself, quickly took over the topic. He could draw and his surname was Tang. Who else could he be? So he said: "I know, looking at this style of painting, it must be Tang Bohu's painting!"
"After speaking, he turned around confidently and looked at Wu Xiuwen next to him.
You little boy, you still worship me so much!
But seeing Wu Xiuwen looking at him with a puzzled face, Wu Xiuwen said: "Uh...Brother Chen...I think I have some research in calligraphy and painting, and the famous masters of various painting schools from ancient times to the present can be considered to be well versed in it."
But I have never heard of Tang Bohu. I wonder which master Tang Bohu is that Brother Chen said?"
Chen Jinyuan was stunned when he heard this, and instantly realized that Wu Xiuwen was from the Song Dynasty, and Tang Bohu was from the Ming Dynasty. With this move, he had stabbed Tang Bohu into the Song Dynasty. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He scratched the back of his head, feeling embarrassed.
He smiled and said: "Haha...actually...actually...brother, I am just a rough guy and don't understand anything. I was just pretending to be in front of you!"
What kind of rough guy is he? He is just a country bumpkin! Wu Xiuwen secretly cursed and said in a daze: "Haha, Brother Chen is really... such a good-natured person! What I just wanted to say is that this painting you saw was painted by Li Sixun, a painter from the Tang Dynasty.
"Spring Mountain Picture", you can see that the painting style is exquisite and neat, the rules are strict, and the artistic conception is superb. It uses rich colors of gold, green and green as the three waters, and it is finely detailed, making it unique..."
(Brothers and sisters who are passing by, give me some collection recommendations for the old ghost. I bow down!)