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Chapter 382 Kendo Promise

Yu Sheng sat on a black horse and ate steamed buns. Although he tried his best to slow down the black horse, he quickly caught up with the broccoli.

The dark horse comes from the fairy mountain. He doesn't want to be blocked by others in his pursuit of the wind, and tries to surpass this group of people over and over again.

If it were normal, the people in the city would give in immediately. Even if they didn't, the black horse would still have a way to pass without getting involved.

But these outsiders not only refused to give way, but when the black horse was about to pass, they deliberately blocked the way and made the black horse stop.

After several attempts, the black horse became a little angry and clicked his hooves, eager to step up and step on anyone blocking the way.

Following behind was the maid who also had her white legs exposed. Yu Sheng patted the horse's head and comforted her: "Road rage is not an option, and you have to be kind to her, otherwise you won't be able to find the mare."

The black horse obeyed and slowed down, and Yu Sheng followed behind, chewing on a steamed bun, until he came to the door of the Star-Zhaing Tower.

The great witch Wu Ming had already come out to greet him. Yu Sheng raised his eyebrows, and he knew that Broccoli was still a city lord.

After the sedan chair landed, Cauliflower ignored Wu Ming, stood up carefully, and respectfully placed the sword in the maid's arms.

This maid is a little different from the other maids. The difference is that her breasts are a little bigger, and the sword goes right through the middle canyon, like a sword holder.

Looking at the maid again, she has clear features and fair eyes, and her hands are white. She is standing there holding a sword, which is integrated with the sword inlaid with precious stones and shines brightly.

The rest of my life is amazing. Rich people have really different tastes. You have to find a matching person to hold a sword.

Yu Sheng decided that when he went back, he would trick Hu Mu from far away. He would hold a pen on his left hand and a kitchen knife on his right hand. Wen Neng could hold the pen and wield the wind and clouds, and Wu Neng could chop tofu in the kitchen. She was definitely more popular than him.

Wu Ming then led Cauliflower towards the courtyard of Zhaixinglou.

Yu Sheng dismounted and followed in, and saw his aunt standing on the steps at the door of Zhaixing Building, with Aunt Wang and other maids standing behind her.

Seeing Aunt Qing, a smile appeared on Cauliflower's serious face, and she quickly walked towards Aunt Qing, who also came down to greet her.

Seeing this, Yu Sheng stepped forward quickly, raised his hands and said loudly, "The Lord of the City has come to visit us, but we are not welcoming him from afar. The shopkeeper of Zhaixinglou is being polite."

After a meal of broccoli, Yu Sheng took the opportunity to stand in front of his little aunt and said, "The city owner has been working hard on the vegetable cart and has been traveling all day long. He must be tired. Come on, please sit inside."

The city lord was already unhappy when he peeked at his sword for the rest of his life. Now that he was lying in front of him, the city lord frowned even more.

"Who is he?" Broccoli dismissed Yu Sheng and asked Aunt Qing directly who was still standing on the steps.

After being blocked by Yu Sheng, Aunt Qing wanted to push him away, but she was stunned when she saw that his body suddenly became much taller, almost at the same level as her.

After being asked by Broccoli, Aunt Qing came back to her senses and said, "Oh, my nephew."

"Nephew?" Cauliflower's cold face became warm again, "Oh, it turns out he is Miss Zhao's nephew. The young man is quite handsome... and energetic."

Yu Sheng curled his lips, thinking that this man must have taken back the word "handsome" on purpose.

Aunt Qing walked down the steps and saw that the clothes Yu Sheng was wearing were too small and even more disheveled when he was about to leave, so she helped him tidy them up.

"This is the master of Naiyu City who has mastered swordsmanship all his life. He is known as the best swordsman in the Eastern Wasteland." She introduced him to Yu Sheng.

Compared to Jian Pingsheng, Yu Sheng still thinks that cauliflower sounds better, but he still politely hands it over: "Yu Sheng has met the Lord of Jian City."

Jian Pingsheng didn't care about the intimacy between Aunt Qing and Yu Sheng, and asked Yu Sheng with a friendly smile: "You also practice swordsmanship?"

"Practice", Yu Sheng said, not only did he practice swordsmanship with his aunt, but he also had sword moves in the system.

"Well, it's good to practice swordsmanship. The art of swordsmanship is infinite and worthy of our exploration." Jian Pingsheng became more friendly.

"Where is your sword?" Jian Pingsheng suddenly saw that there was no sword on Yu Sheng and frowned again.

Yu Sheng suddenly understood that Huaihua was happy to see the city lord not because of other thoughts, but because he met his companion who was also a swordsman.

Seeing Yu Sheng is silent, Jian Ping is unhappy for the rest of his life.

He assumed the posture of an elder lecturing a younger one, "A swordsman should always keep his sword with him, treat the sword with sincerity, and regard the sword as his life. Only in this way can he achieve the great truth."

Aunt Qing knew that this man was addicted to swords, so she was about to interrupt him when she heard Yu Sheng say, "I'm sorry, I disagree."

Aunt Qing's heart skipped a beat, it was bad, this guy actually talked about swordsmanship with Jian Chi, she was afraid that she would be asking for trouble.

As expected, Jian Pingsheng's face turned livid, and his eyes were as cold as a sword's as he stared at Yu Sheng, "No! No! Do you agree?"

"Yes, I disagree. The sword I practice has no sword in my hand but a sword in my heart. It is no longer stagnant in external objects." Yu Sheng raised his head and said.

After all, he had seen a couple raising eagles, and he had inherited some of Yang Guo's qualities, and he was somewhat dabbled in kendo and the like.

"It's ridiculous, a child is ignorant." How could Jian be frightened in his life? "You are sincere to your heart but not to your sword. You are totally wrong. It's too late to change now."

"You are totally wrong. The core of the Tao is the heart of the Tao. Of course you have to be sincere in your heart." He will never compromise for the rest of his life, and he is also a good face to someone else.

"The sword is like the white clouds in the sky, wandering leisurely in the mountains and hills. It is flawless and unsullied, and it is the only way to achieve the great road. If it is true to the heart, if the heart is confused, the sword will be messed up." Jian Pingsheng said sternly.

"City Lord, Sword City Lord." Seeing that the two of them were about to quarrel, the great wizard Wu Ming hurriedly stepped forward to separate them.

This is only the second guest. If trouble arises, he can die to apologize.

"Master of Sword City, Shopkeeper Yu is joking. He has only practiced a little bit. Don't listen to his nonsense."

As he spoke, Wu Ming turned sideways and led Jian Shengsheng into the lobby, "Jian City Lord has been tired all the way, so why not go in and have a rest, so that we, the City Lord, can catch up with each other."

He paused and said, "The wizard of our academy has something to do and will come over soon to pay a visit to the Lord of Sword City."

"No need." The Lord of Sword City looked at Yu Sheng with displeasure, and teased: "It turns out that he is just a young man with a little knowledge, but he is worthy of talking about swordsmanship with me?"

He felt that what he had just done had stained the sword. He was about to order him to bathe and burn incense when Yu Sheng rolled his eyes.

"Those who don't practice swordsmanship are not worthy of talking about swordsmanship with me." Yu Sheng said.

"Shut up, you..." Sword City Lord pointed at Yu Sheng, "You, you don't deserve to practice swordsmanship!"

"Okay, it's up to you whether he's worthy or not. Even if he practices swordplay, it's not your turn to teach him a lesson." Aunt Qing stepped forward and said.

When the son of a saint killed an ancient god with a sword, making the gods frightened, he had just learned to hold a sword in his life.

If Yu Sheng had been practicing swordplay since he was a child, he might not be sure who would be named the best swordsman in the East Wasteland in the future. It’s just that Yu was so focused on recreating the great cause of the saint who created Chinese characters that he never gave Yu Sheng any guidance.

"It's not my turn?" Jian Pingsheng said incredulously, "I, the inheritor of Baiyun City, if I can't take my turn, then who is qualified?"

"The swordsmanship of Baiyun City was lost with the death of the city lord and the saint's son. You are giving yourself a pat on the back, but you still take it seriously if others don't refute it?" Aunt Qing said.

This caught City Lord Jian's weakness. He paused and felt a little embarrassed. Wu Ming hurriedly said: "City Lord, let's not stand here and quickly enter the lobby..."

"Why come in?" Jian Pingsheng glared at Wu Ming, "Take me to the best room. I will take a bath, change clothes, burn incense, and clean my sword to show my piety."

"The room on the tenth floor is the best, but it's expensive." When he heard about the business, Yu Sheng immediately put aside his past grudges and said, "The Witch House doesn't pay the bills..."

"Here", Jian Pingsheng threw a bank certificate to Yu Sheng, his eyes were like a knife, gouging out Yu Sheng. He just remembered that this boy was still the shopkeeper of this building.

He smells like copper, no wonder he is not religious about the sword.


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