An idea flashed in Ximen Lang's mind, and he asked tentatively: "Uncle, you just told me the sword technique of the Proud Lingyun Sword and asked me to remember it. Do you want to teach me this sword technique?"
Zhang Xiaofeng nodded and said: "Yes, that's what I mean. I have had two apprentices, but their qualifications were not very good. Their Hunyuan Gong always stayed between the second and third levels, and they were unable to practice this sword technique at all. As for
Among my children, Juanjuan is the best at practicing internal skills. However, her Hunyuan Gong is not as good as hers.
To the third level, so these people are not qualified to practice this Arrogant Lingyun Sword. And as my daughter’s boyfriend, you are naturally not an outsider. Moreover, due to some strange combination of circumstances, your Hunyuan Gong actually reached the sixth level.
, it’s simply unbelievable, since you have internal strength as a foundation, I will teach you this set of swordsmanship.”
Ximen Lang said excitedly: "Thank you so much, uncle."
Zhang Xiaofeng waved his hand and said: "You're welcome. The reason why I did this is that I feel there is a kind of fate between us. Listen carefully, I will explain the sword formula again next, so don't forget it."
"Well, please tell me." Ximen Lang calmed down and prepared to listen attentively.
The room was completely silent. Zhou Meiwei and her daughter even held their breath and did not dare to make any noise.
The corners of Zhang Juanjuan's eyes are slightly moist. It's great. Things are finally turning for the better. God is really wise!
Zhang Xiaofeng recited the sword formula of the Arrogant Lingyun Sword again with a serious face. The solemn expression on his face was what he saw his master doing back then, and he copied it to highlight the importance of the sword formula.
This time, Ximenlang basically remembered everything. He said, "Uncle, let me recite it. Do you think there are any mistakes?"
Zhang Xiaofeng nodded and said: "Okay, you carry me and listen."
Ximen Lang recited the sword formula sentence by sentence, and Zhang Xiaofeng listened carefully. From time to time, he corrected the minor mistakes in each other's sentences and explained which words they were. For a moment, the two of them were like masters and apprentices who were concentrating on studying martial arts. After reciting,
This time, with the guidance of his father, Ximen Lang recited it again and it was accurate.
Zhang Xiaofeng nodded happily and said: "You are not bad. You are very smart. You will definitely be able to perfect this sword technique in the future."
At this time, dawn has broken in the east and the sky is gradually getting brighter.
Ximen Lang said: "Uncle, do I have anything else to ask for?"
Zhang Xiaofeng said: "You tell me."
"I would like to trouble you to demonstrate this set of Arrogant Lingyun Sword in front of me. I also know that this request is too much. However, if I see the correct sword moves with my own eyes, I believe it will be more effective for me to practice this set of swordsmanship in the future.
Effect." Ximen Lang expressed his thoughts.
Zhang Xiaofeng smiled and said: "Your idea is right. Indeed, if you just rely on yourself to figure out the sword manual and sword techniques, you don't know how many years and months you will be able to master this sword technique. It would be much easier if you have my demonstration."
Well, I can promise you this, but I also want you to promise me a condition."
"Uncle, please tell me. As long as I can do it, I will definitely obey it." Unknowingly, through contact and re-examination in another identity, the hatred in Ximen Lang's heart towards his former father disappeared a little.
Zhang Xiaofeng smiled and said: "I want you to drink two more boxes of Moutai with me."
Zhou Meiwei and Zhang Juanjuan both couldn't laugh or cry. What are they doing? Haven't they drunk enough?
Ximen Lang responded with a smile: "This request is what I want. In fact, I don't think the wine I drank just now was good, and there are still some shortcomings."
Mother and daughter Zhou Meiwei thought to themselves, well, they really have the same chemistry, a pair of big wine lovers!
Zhang Xiaofeng laughed and said: "This is what heroes think alike. Juan Juan, you ask the soldiers to go to the wine cellar to move two pieces of Maotai wine to the woods behind the tiger cage. We will drink there and study sword skills after we are done."
Zhang Juanjuan reluctantly agreed, "I know, really, what's so good about this wine."
Zhang Xiaofeng said disapprovingly: "You are a girl, so of course you don't know the beauty of wine. In fact, this is a culture with a long history."
Ximen Lang echoed, "Yes, wine is a changing spirit. It is as hot as fire and as cold as ice. It is lingering as a dream, vicious as a devil, soft as brocade and sharp as a steel knife. It is omnipresent and powerful.
Infinite, it is admirable and weeping, it deserves to be killed; it can scream
People are transcendent, broad-minded, talented, and capricious; it can make people forget the pain, sorrow and troubles of the world and fly freely in time and space with absolute freedom; it can also make people act unscrupulously and bravely sink to the bottom of the abyss.
Throw away the mask, reveal your true colors, and speak the truth.”
Zhang Xiaofeng's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he cheered loudly, "It's good, incisive, and the explanation is very vivid. Even Emperor Wu of Wei once said that the only person who can relieve worries is Du Kang. It shows that wine is undisputedly a good thing..."
The two of them sang and harmonized so seamlessly that Zhou Meiwei and Zhang Juanjuan couldn't stop complaining. What, you two are just a pair of big drinkers. You look like you are addicted to alcohol. You want to find such a high-sounding reason. Really!
It was already broad daybreak, and the golden sunlight shone on every inch of the palace, making it particularly bright.
Behind Dawei's residence is a whirling forest, with several bird calls heard from time to time. There is a spacious open space in the forest, with an area of about thirty square meters. To the south are a heavy stone table and four stone benches.
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Now, two boxes of Maotai liquor were placed beside the table. Zhang Juanjuan took out the many wine bottles from the box and handed them to Ximen Lang. The latter opened the bottle caps one by one and placed the bottles on the stone table.
Four bottles of Maotai liquor are arranged in a square array.
Zhang Xiaofeng picked up a bottle of wine and said, "Just drink like this and have a drink."
"Okay." Ximen Lang grabbed a bottle of wine, signaled to the other party, raised his neck, and poured the wine in the bottle into his mouth continuously, as if his belly was a bottomless pit.
Zhang Xiaofeng's method of drinking is even more strange. Secretly practicing his skills, he pouted his mouth and inhaled back, and actually sucked the wine out of the bottle. It was sucked into his mouth like a chain of water. It was really beautiful.
Zhou Meiwei looked surprised. This was the first time she saw her husband drinking like this. Zhang Juanjuan shouted excitedly: "Dad, you are so cool!"
Ximen Lang drank up the bottle of wine in his hand and put the empty bottle back into the carton. Seeing the other person drinking so strangely, he felt envious and wanted to imitate him. He grabbed another bottle of wine and pouted his lips, using his energy to inhale.
He was angry, but there was no response from the wine bottle, which made him angry. He sucked hard again, and the wine in the bottle also came out, but only three or four centimeters high, and then fell down, which made him very embarrassed.
Zhang Xiaofeng drank up a bottle of wine and threw it away. The bottle flipped in mid-air and landed accurately in the box, right next to the empty bottle. He looked over and said with a smile: "You suck like this."