When Yan Bing rushed to the "New Kitchen" to convey the information to his senior brother, Feng Chen was stunned.
"When I was fidgeting in the kitchen, you deceived Master with a few words and gave me an extra ten thousand taels for nothing. How did your little head grow?" The senior brother poked Yan Bing's forehead with his finger,
While saying.
"I mainly want to say hello to you, just don't let it slip for a while." After saying that, Yan Bing rubbed his forehead and went out.
The table and bowls and chopsticks are set, and the food is ready to be served.
The four masters and apprentices chatted while eating.
Yan Bing briefly explained what preparations and things needed to be made to make swords these days. Due to the wide variety, they were divided into two batches. Lu Liang was mainly responsible for purchasing the materials for sword making, while the senior brother was responsible for
, purchase the items needed to upgrade the workshop.
Yan Bing was talking eloquently, and suddenly Lu Liang, who had rarely spoken, suddenly spoke up.
"We who save money and forge swords... Master and junior sister never let us ask... could it be that you... are preparing to rebel?"
The rice that senior brother was about to swallow instantly sprayed all over the floor. The old man who was eating had his eyes wide open. There were still two pieces of meat in his mouth and he stopped chewing. Yan Bing's chopsticks instantly fell to the ground...
….
In one word, the table became silent for an instant...
Only the tree at the door was shaking crazily...
The old man immediately stood up and shouted loudly outside the courtyard: "I have absolutely no intention of doing this!!! If you really have such intention!! I can force you into the palace with one man and one sword, so there is no need to forge a sword!!!"
After the old man shouted, the tree shook even more violently...
When Yan Bing heard what you said, didn't he get darker and darker!? He quickly shouted: "Don't worry! I definitely don't have this intention. The fact that you are still alive and well is the best proof!!
"
As soon as he finished speaking, the shaking in the tree immediately became smaller and finally calmed down.
The old man, senior brother and Yan Bing all breathed a sigh of relief.
Only Lu Liang, who never knew that there was a spy "checking in" at the door, asked with a puzzled look: "Who are you talking to?"
The old man's face turned red with anger. He sat down on a chair and said angrily: "Fengchen, teach him a lesson for me so that he won't talk nonsense."
Senior Brother was also happy to accept the order, jumped up and gave Lu Liang a hammer on the head...
After having enough wine and food, the eldest brother and Xiao Fifteen went out to do some shopping.
Yan Bing followed the old man to the underground secret room, where the old man could safely teach Yan Bing new techniques.
"The Flow of Sunlight"
The old man raised the newly made "Like Water" and used Qi to control the sword. Yan Bing quickly followed suit and applied a layer of purple Qi to Qingxuan.
Then, the old man raised his hand with the sword, and in just a moment, the sword rain danced, flying up and down, and the airtight sword shadow surrounded his body, continuously and without a break.
As his body turned slightly, wherever the sword edge touched, it gave people the illusion that what he was dancing was not a sword, but a city wall or a mountain wall, and he was sitting alone among the mountains, on the top of the city.
Yan Bing sighed endlessly, his eyes constantly replaying the old man's movements. Although oil lamps were lit all around the underground secret room, the light was quite bright. In addition, the sword body had already passed through a layer of blue energy.
But it is still dazzling and dizzying to watch.
When the old man stopped his move, put it into his sheath, and walked to Yan Bing, she was still lowering her head, constantly recalling the scene in her mind, but no matter how she recalled it, she only remembered a rough outline.
After all, this time is different from the Qingxia Sword. The Qingxia Sword is an offensive method. It always requires stabbing and cutting, and there are always some particularly obvious pauses and postures.
However, Xiaguang Flow is a defensive technique, and it emphasizes being fast and dense. There is no pause at all, and many postures cannot be clearly seen. It has already entered the next move, so it is naturally difficult to remember.
"How, how many percent do you remember?" the old man asked with a smile.
Yan Bing raised his head and said with a sad face: "Sixty percent, no, no, fifty percent..."
"It's already very good," the old man nodded, stroking his beard and continued: "Come here, I will help you correct it."
Next, for more than two hours, the old man was instructing Yan Bing on the essentials of each movement, as well as the timing and technique of exerting force.
But fortunately, with the foundation laid by Qingxia Sword, and Yan Bing's continuous efforts, her motor skills have improved a lot compared to her original clumsiness.
And her proficiency in Qingxuan further marked her progress.
At the very least, when the old man taught her how to hold the sword flower this time, she basically mastered it in two or three times.
The old man nodded, said, "Practice diligently," and then went out to drink tea in the courtyard with his hands behind his back.
After another half an hour, the senior brother and Xiao Fifteen came back, each pushing a cart of materials.
Although, as soon as the eldest brother entered the door, he started to complain about how old this cart was and how hard it was to push it around. It would be better to buy a new one for only one tael of silver and use it frequently in the future.
But the old man still felt that it would be more cost-effective to rent for 50 cents a month, so he ignored this issue at all.
He also said earnestly: "The cart is harder to push, so you can exercise your body." The old man pointed at Lu Liang, who was in a daze, and continued: "Look at Lu Liang, how many tendons he has grown during this period of digging. The meat is still as lean as before, how good is it!? You must understand my teacher’s good intentions.”
After saying that, he turned around and left without giving Feng Chen a chance to make excuses.
Feng Chen was so angry that he scratched his head and threw his arms, but Lu Liang on the side patted him on the shoulder and said: "Brother, Master is indeed right. You see, Junior's muscles are much stronger." As he said, He also rolled up his sleeves and exposed his arms, posing in various poses.
Feng Chen looked at this piece, which was not even half as thick as his own, and had thin arms, and was speechless for a while.
Finally, he sighed, supported Lu Liang's shoulders, and said leisurely: "Master can fool you, even a fool like you, okay, put it away and go back to the house to cook."
When the food was served and the three of them sat down, the old man suddenly felt as if someone was missing.
Suddenly he patted his head and said: "Lu Liang, go to the secret room and call that girl Qihua over for dinner."
When Lu Liang called his junior sister and picked up the bowls and chopsticks, he realized that most of the meat on the table was missing. He pursed his lips and glanced at the old man and senior brother to express his dissatisfaction.
At this moment, I heard someone shouting outside the door: "Excuse me, is this the mansion of Mrs. Wang?"
Everyone looked back and saw a young man dressed as an eunuch.
Eunuch!? From the palace!??
The old man was instantly overjoyed. He thought that after so many days, the wine-selling business was settled. He hurriedly greeted him and said with a smile: "I am Wang Linfeng. What do you have to do with me?"
I saw this eunuch cupping his hands, bowing and saluting: "I pay my respects to my ancestors, and wish my ancestors a long and prosperous life."
The old man hurriedly waved his hand and said with a cheerful face: "If you have something to say, just say it, no need for these false courtesy."
The little eunuch stood up straight and hurriedly replied: "The little slave is the chamberlain of His Highness King Qi. He came here this time. Firstly, he was entrusted by King Qi to visit his ancestors. Secondly, he handed over a letter by the way.
To my ancestor’s beloved disciple, Yan Qihua.”
Hearing this, the old man's smiling face instantly pulled him away. He didn't want to pay attention to him. He flicked his sleeves, said "hum", turned around and left, returned to the dining table, sat down angrily, picked up the bowls and chopsticks, and rushed
Yan Bing said "I'm looking for you" and started eating again, completely ignoring the little eunuch standing at the door.
Yan Bing looked at the old man, then at the bewildered little eunuch, sighed, and walked over.
"Prince Qi? What kind of letter should you write to your junior sister?" The senior brother asked with a puzzled look on his face. Lu Liang on the side also nodded repeatedly.
The old man picked up a piece of meat with chopsticks, stuffed it into his mouth, and said, "The boy has fallen in love with Qihua, what else can he do?" Just after he finished speaking, he seemed to have remembered something, and suddenly he stiffened his neck and shouted at the door.
Said: "Tell that boy later!
Let him stop wishful thinking! I don’t agree!” After another thought, he quickly added: “Unless that boy gives up his ambition, oh! Yes! It’s best to just give up the throne! This will make me feel at ease! Just tell him so!
!”
Yan Bing's head was filled with black threads as he listened to the old man's words behind him.
Why are you using me as bait!???
You want to save all the people from fire and water, you want to be a hero, why should I sell my body and soul!? Are you just a human being!!?
Thinking of this, Yan Bing refused directly: "Thank you for running so far, brother, but King Qi and I are from another world. We are separated from clouds and mud. I don't dare to have such unreasonable thoughts. Please help me."
, please tell me."
After Yan Bing finished speaking, he turned around to leave, but the little eunuch behind him became anxious. He knelt on the ground, cried and shouted, "Miss, are you trying to kill this little slave!? King Qi specifically warned that this
If the letter is lost or not delivered, I don’t have to go back, but as a disabled person, where else can I go but to go back!? Please have mercy, Miss!”
After saying that, he started to cry loudly, with snot and tears falling to the ground. It was simply too miserable to watch.
Yan Bing frowned and turned around slowly, thinking: Prince Qi, you are really good at playing!? It's okay if you give me a blow! If I don't take this, I will kill this guy. I want to take this.
..., eh? I don’t have to watch it!!!
Thinking of this, he didn't say anything, lowered his head and took the envelope from the little eunuch's hand, turned around and went back.
The little eunuch knelt on the ground and kowtowed, thanked him profusely, and then left slowly.
Yan Bing thought that he would go to the kitchen later, light a fire and be done.
But how could the eldest brother, a busybody, let go of such a "big event"?
With one lunge, he snatched away the letter, and with another leap, he flew directly to the rafters.
Yan Bing was dumbfounded. He looked at his empty hands, then looked at his senior brother standing on the roof with a smirk on his face, and shouted: "Senior Brother! What are you doing! Come back quickly!!...
