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Hangzhou Magistrate’s Office.
As time went by, Wang Zelong's sadness of losing his loved ones was suppressed in his heart.
"The more I think about it, the more I feel that the boy who saved me looks like a human being."
Wang Zelong was pacing in the study, turned around, pulled out a scroll from a bookcase, and opened the scroll. There was a long scroll with a picture of a young man as rich as jade. He had a sword on his waist and was full of high spirits.
There is a line of small words written in the lower right corner of the scroll:
Qiantang Examination, travel map of Zhang Yutang, a young Saint Master.
"This is the Holy Master among us scholars. His writings and ethics are unparalleled by anyone in the world. Could it be that the person who saved me is the Holy Master?"
Wang Zelong's eyes are bright, staring at the young man in the painting, his features are clear and his eyes are clear, and he contains the essence:
"The more I look at him, the more he looks like me. Could it be that he is really a Holy Master?"
Putting away the scroll in his hand, Wang Zelong walked out of the house:
"Wang Liu!"
Wang Zelong already knew the whereabouts of Zhang Yutang and his party, and secretly sent people to guard them on all sides to prevent minor disturbances.
"grown ups!"
Wang Liu has often gone to Li Jiu's house these days to help him with whatever he can. The death of his friend made Wang Liu depressed for a time. Fortunately, with the passage of time, Wang Liu has been able to bury these injuries and pain in his heart and calmly
A smile appeared on his face and he bowed slightly:
"What are your orders, sir?"
Looking at Wang Liu, who still looked a little haggard, Wang Zelong could only sigh secretly in his heart, and then said loudly:
"Prepare the sedan chair. I'm going to Baiyi Lane to visit my benefactor."
"Yes, sir."
Soon Wang Liu came with several people in a sedan chair. Wang Zelong was dressed in casual clothes and was familiar with the road. He soon arrived in Baiyi Alley.
The door of Zhang Mansion in Baiyi Alley was closed tightly, and there was a faint sound of shouting inside.
"Get off the sedan!"
Wang Zelong walked out, looked deep into the courtyard, and showed a little envy:
"I live in the mist and the falling light, and the worldly affairs are irrelevant. I pour the broken jade and walk through the bamboos. I close the book "Huang Ting" and lie down to look at the mountains. I am greedy and arrogant. I will let my body fade away. I might as well look good everywhere."
"What a wonderful place. Living here in seclusion, free from dust, is like living a fairy life."
Walking forward, he came to the door of Zhang's mansion and knocked on the door:
"Your Majesty, Wang Zelong, has come to pay homage to my benefactor."
Squeak——
The door of Zhang's Mansion slowly opened, revealing a delicate little head:
"It turns out it's you. I recognize you. You are the Lord Wang from the Hangzhou prefecture's yamen who was rescued by my young master, aren't you?"
"It's me."
Wang Zelong smiled kindly and looked at the child who opened the door:
"What do you call this little brother? Is your young master at home?"
"I am A Bao, my young master's servant. You don't need to call me little brother."
Abao smiled strangely:
"Come in with me. My young master is practicing calligraphy and I don't have time to entertain you. Why don't you go inside to drink some tea and wait."
"That's fine!"
Wang Zelong stepped in, followed closely by Wang Liu. After looking at it, Abao frowned:
"This is my young master's secluded place. Outsiders are not welcome to come in. Brother, please come back."
Wang Liu's face turned cold:
"I am your personal bodyguard. If you want me to leave, you must be better than the knife in my hand!"
Glancing at Wang Liu, Abao said calmly:
"If Mr. Wang is not safe here, even if you are here, it will only cost one more life."
"No need to say anything more."
Wang Liu was cold and serious:
"It's okay if you want me to go. Show your ability to let me go. As long as you are better than the knife in my hand, I believe you can protect the adults, and I will also guard the outside of the yard and not step inside."
"You take action!"
Abao stretched out his right hand and used the Yang Yang chapter's Zhen Qi Jue to activate, and a faint purple energy rose from behind:
"please!"
Looking at Abao's posture, Wang Liu's expression became solemn. An expert would know if there was a baby as soon as he made a move. He slowly pulled out the knife in his hand, and a bloody aura filled the air, and a murderous aura penetrated his bones. At first glance, he knew that he had really killed.
Man, licked blood.
"Watch the knife!"
The knife cuts straight, without any fancy.
Fast, hard, fierce!
The momentum is like a rainbow, either you die or I die, showing a sense of tragedy.
A Bao's face changed color, and he slowly pushed out his palms. A burst of purple energy rose up like a round shield:
"Purple Qi is coming from the east!"
Bang!
Sword and shield clash!
There was a loud noise, and Wang Liu, including his sword, was ejected several feet by the purple shield, and fell to the ground. A stream of blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth, staining the dust with red.
And Abao was also knocked away by the knife, and fell to the ground with a thump.
Both sides suffer losses, regardless of each other!
"I lost!"
Wang Liu glanced at Ah Bao sadly, stood up, staggered, dragged the knife in his hand, and walked slowly toward the door. The sun shone on his body, making him look particularly lonely.
It’s not easy for a hero to grow old, will he eventually become too old?
"You lost!"
Abao also stood up:
"You have practiced swordsmanship all your life, but I have only practiced kungfu for a few months."
"this--"
Wang Zelong looked at Wang Liu who was leaving, his face a little ugly:
"He has always been loyal to me and saved me from trouble many times. Is he okay?"
"Sir, please rest assured."
Li Yong walked over:
"Wang Liu's practice has reached a bottleneck. If he can get over this hurdle this time and his state of mind improves, he can go further. If he can't get over it, the consequences will be unpredictable. A swordsman without confidence will not be able to dance in his hands.
The knife."
Wang Zelong was thoughtful and nodded silently. He understood this truth:
"How far the road can go depends on how big your heart is. How big your heart is, how big the sky will be in the future."
"Sir, please come inside."
Li Yong bowed slightly and saluted:
"plz follow me."
Li Yong took the lead to lead the way, and Wang Zelong strolled behind, watching everything in the mansion. In the late autumn, it was supposed to be a bit cold, and the ancient trees were rustling everywhere.
However, when walking in Zhang's Mansion, it feels warm and spring-like. In some places, there are even green grass sprouting faintly. The climate is so warm, it's like walking into a paradise.
"Even if this person is not a Saint Master, he still has the means to conquer the world."
After several turns, I finally saw Zhang Yutang in a living room. Zhang Yutang was holding a pen and concentrating on writing something.
One stroke after another, the sword energy spreads horizontally.
Using the pen as a sword, he practices the sword technique of the Great Invisible Destruction Sword Qi. Every stroke is like dancing a divine sword.
"Kill a person in ten steps, leave no trace for a thousand miles, dust off your clothes when you're done, and hide your body and name deeply!"
The power penetrates the back of the paper, and the murderous intent reaches the sky.
After more than a month of training, the killing sword move is finally ready.
And as he comprehends the unity of man and sword again and again, the second natural sword move is also brewing.
The sword of nature - the transformation of death, can also use the [vitality essence] of flowers, plants and forests to activate the sword energy, and its power is more powerful and astonishing.
This is going from one extreme to another, using the vitality of nature to practice swordsmanship. Once mastered, every sword will carry the vast power of nature, which cannot be resisted. (To be continued. If you like this Works, welcome to Piaotian Literature registered members to recommend this work, your support is my biggest motivation.)