Su Yang held half a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake in his mouth and couldn't help but swallow. The horse was extremely majestic. It was a head taller than the racehorses on earth. It was probably more than a thousand kilograms. This big man was so casual.
Standing on the same spot and throwing a horse into the air ten feet high, this skill may not sound as powerful as the ability to move mountains and seas in fantasy novels, but seeing it with your own eyes is really shocking.
More importantly, in Su Yang's impression, these groups of people are not the real owners, they are just other people's subordinates. The person who actually participated in this transaction is their master, who has not yet shown up!
"This level is difficult to pass." Su Yang looked down at the ordinary green steel sword on his waist, and quickly began to recall the plot of the Sword of Eternal Life in his mind, hoping to find some help from it.
It's a pity that after so many years, I can't remember many details.
At this time, on the quiet long street, Shi Shiran, a middle-aged scribe with a blue shirt and white socks and a pale face, suddenly walked over.
As he walked along, he was completely different from the previous groups of people who were making a lot of fanfare. He seemed to be just strolling around, with a leisurely expression, but his eyes were shining brightly.
With his hands behind his back, Shi Shiran walked to the door of the inn, looked up, and sighed: "What a good horse! What a good horse! It's a pity that the owner is ruthless and has wronged you."
The hand on his back suddenly raised, and his long sleeves flew up, creating a gust of wind.
The white horse was frightened, neighed again, and jumped down from the eaves of the door.
The middle-aged scribe held up the horse's belly with both hands, put the horse gently on the ground, patted the horse's belly, and said: "Go back and bring your master, and say that there are good friends here waiting for him."
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The white horse seemed to understand people's thoughts, and immediately spread its hooves and galloped away.
After putting down the white horse, the middle-aged scribe walked to the wall and pulled out the golden ring on the side of the door. Then he came to the inn's flag and tapped the flagpole, and eight steel knives fell down at the same time.
Seeing this man, Su Yang shook his head secretly. The golden ring and steel knife were deeply stuck in the wall and flagpole. If it were him, even if he tried to pull them out, he might not be able to shake them at all, but this man would just wave them away.
They were shaken down, but there was no sign of any effort on the outside. It was obvious that their inner strength was extremely deep.
The middle-aged scribe rolled up his long sleeves and rolled up the eight knives in his sleeves. He looked at the empty inn door and said in a deep voice: "Where is the flag?"
As soon as the voice fell, a thin figure suddenly appeared from the inn, climbed up the flagpole like an ape, and in the blink of an eye, the figure was at the top of the pole.
Immediately a big flag flew out from the head of the pole.
The snow-white flag was embroidered with a long black dragon with teeth and claws, as if it was about to fly away from the clouds.
Qinglonghui!
The short book "The Sword of Eternal Life" only has more than a hundred thousand words, but it involves the most mysterious and powerful organization in the ancient dragon book: the Qinglong Society.
Seeing this big flag, Su Yang's head was as big as a bucket. It was an organization that even Lu Xiaofeng and Ximen Chuixue couldn't completely eradicate. It is said that Qinglong will have twelve halls, corresponding to the twelve months of the year, a total of three hundred
The sixty-five division rudders correspond to the 365 days of the year. Each day represents the code name of a division rudder. The person in charge of each division is a first-rate master;
No one knew who the boss of the Qinglong Club was. The issue of the boss of the Qinglong Club was also a focus of debate between me and the white-bearded old man at that time.
Just when Su Yang felt that his head started to hurt, the middle-aged scribe also saw Su Yang.
He stood on the steps of Fengyun Inn and carefully looked at the young man eating sweet-scented osmanthus cake under the eaves of the street corner from beginning to end. His eyes finally fell on the extremely ordinary green steel handle on Su Yang's waist.
On the sword.
"My little brother's surname is Su?" the middle-aged scribe asked with a slight frown, looking a little confused.
Su Yang nodded, showed a bright smile, took out a gold-plated invitation card from his arms, waved it towards the middle-aged scribe, then clasped his fists and said, "I am Su Yang, here at the invitation of Mr. Gongsun."
"I'm sorry!" The middle-aged scribe put away the confusion on his face and said with a smile as well: "I never thought that Young Master Su, who has been in the limelight in recent years, would actually eat osmanthus cake on the roadside. No wonder Lian Chifa Gang, Baima
No one from the Alliance or Taihang Dao can recognize you."
Su Yang chuckled: "A guy like me, who is often too poor to even have food to eat, always doesn't want to waste food when he has it with him."
After finishing speaking, he paused, his eyes swept over the marks on the wall and the flagpole, and then continued with a faint smile: "Besides, once you enter the gate of Fengyun Inn, it's unclear whether you can stand up and come out. Even if you die, you will always be a dead ghost.
good."
When the middle-aged scribe heard this, he put his hands on his hands and laughed: "Young master Su is really just like the legend. He is a wonderful man."
While he was smiling, his tone suddenly changed and he continued: "The other families have sent people to come to pay homage. Now that you are here, Mr. Su, don't you want to show off your skills?"
When Su Yang heard this, he looked calm on the surface, but deep down he was in a state of turmoil!
If he really took action, he would be in big trouble! If the leader of the Qinglong Society in front of him knew that "Quick Sword Xiao Su" who had become famous in recent years was just a Xibei, he would probably kill himself on the spot.
Unexpectedly, even a simple visit to the door has become the first test of life and death!
We can only take a gamble! Most of Gu Long's novels give Su Yang the same feeling: martial arts is important, but even more important is momentum and confidence!
In The Sentimental Swordsman's Ruthless Sword (Note: Xiao Li's Flying Sword), when A Fei is at his peak, even Li Xunhuan is unwilling to be his enemy, and when he has no fighting spirit, he cannot even defeat a second-rate master.
Su Yang calmly looked into the eyes of the middle-aged scribe, with a playful smile on his lips, and asked lightly: "What? Mr. Gongsun, are you trying to test my martial arts?"
The two looked at each other for a moment, and then the middle-aged scribe laughed, shook his head and said with a smile: "The Qinglong Club invites you to do business, how can you do it? I'm just curious. Those guys just now were just servants, but they dared to do it.
Young Master Su flaunts his power in front of Young Master Su, and there are rumors in the world that Young Master Su is as sharp and straight as a sword, and there is no sand in his eyes, but I don't know why Young Master doesn't punish him?"
"Other people's servants won't get into trouble for me if they show off in the world, so why should I punish them?"
Su Yang's right hand slowly caressed the green steel sword at his waist, as if caressing his lover's skin. He looked up at the traces of the golden ring and flying knives left outside Fengyun Inn, and sneered: "Besides, these
It’s not that people are embarrassing me, but that I’m losing face to the Qinglong Society. I’m not even angry with Mr. Sun Jing, the majestic leader of the Qinglong Hall, so why should I be angry?”
The middle-aged man was Gongsun Jing, the master of Qinglong Hall. Gongsun Jing nodded and waved his right hand towards the door of Fengyun Inn: "Haha, what the young master said is true, but I am suspicious. Now that I have arrived at the gate of Fengyun Inn, if I let the young master again
If the wind blows outside, it seems that our Qinglong Club is not treating guests well."
As the middle-aged man made a gesture to invite him in, a mechanical voice suddenly sounded in Su Yang's heart:
"
Pass the first test and unlock the real-world martial arts features of Gulong Martial Arts: spiritual power;
Level: first level;
Note: When a person's spirit is powerful enough to affect reality, he is a god!
"
Su Yang was stunned, spiritual power? What is this? It looks awesome.
Fortunately, he finally passed the first level. Su Yang didn't have time to think too much about the "spiritual power" so as not to expose his flaws in front of Gongsun Jing. He nodded and smiled and said: "That's fine! I'll wait for those few with Mr. Gongsun."
