Hearing Huidong's description, Leng Buyu laughed. He did not doubt that what Huidong said was a lie. Although he said that Huidong was fourteen or fifteen years old, but looking carefully, this kid should be sixteen or seventeen, and maybe even
I am seventeen or eighteen. At this age, not to mention having fantasies about women, I am indeed at the age where I should have women.
"So, have you found him?"
Hearing Leng Buyu's question, Huidong looked sad for a moment and shook his head.
Leng Buyu nodded, not ready to continue this question, and continued to ask: "Then the second question, how many stories high is Zhong Xihou's sword?"
Huidong was slightly startled, but then he realized that Lord Hou was an unparalleled swordsman in the world, and that the guy in Muhanlou in front of him was also called a contemporary swordsman. But Huidong didn't know Lord Hou's cultivation level.
Just how tall he was, he only knew that the Marquis's sword was very powerful.
"You can't kill the Marquis."
Huidong didn't know how to describe it, so he spoke out his true thoughts. Hearing what Huidong said, Leng Buyu laughed again. For some reason, chatting with this kid always seemed quite interesting to him, and he didn't feel any burden at all.
taboo.
Leng Buyu rubbed his chin, deliberately frowned, took a breath, and said: "Although I don't wander around the world very much, but in these years, I have only fought swords, and I have never lost to others.
"
"But you definitely can't kill the Marquis."
Huidong emphasized it again, but Leng Buyu heard it with a different meaning. He couldn't kill Zhong Xihou, but he could defeat Zhong Xihou. Leng Buyu looked up his hand in the air, and it turned out that he was wiping it.
The white sword Yingzhu flew into his hand as if attracted by magnetism.
Hui Dong's eyes couldn't help but shine when he saw Leng Buyu's ability to fly the sword. Leng Buyu naturally noticed it and asked with a smile: "Want to learn a little trick?"
Huidong was stunned for a moment, then nodded unconsciously.
Leng Buyu did not shy away from it, and then threw the white sword Yingzhu out. The sword began to fly around the room, like a canary being released from its cage. Leng Buyu waved it casually again, and the sword he placed on the table
The remaining four swords, one long and three short, also left their sheaths on their own, and together with the white sword Yingzhu, began to wander around the room.
"Boy, have you ever heard that the art of sword control cannot exist in this world?"
Huidong is not a swordsman, he does not practice swordsmanship, but he knows to some extent that the Thousand Miles Sword in the villain's book cannot exist in reality.
Leng Buyu didn't care whether Huidong understood clearly or not, and continued: "The art of controlling objects does exist in the secular world, but it is difficult to master it without a few years of hard work. The art of controlling objects is this
Like."
As soon as the words fell, Leng Buyu began to demonstrate to Huidong. His demonstration was quite simple and crude. Leng Buyu directly put the white
The little white kitten was thrown out, and now it felt safe. When the little white kitten was thrown out, its hair stood up and started to roar. The white kitten lost one of its paws and could no longer adjust its body to land smoothly as before.
, but just when the little guy was ready to fall to the ground, a suction force came, and his little body couldn't help but be sucked in.
Leng Buyu's hand slightly explored again, took the white kitten into his arms again, and began to stroke the frightened little white kitten.
Leng Buyu chuckled and said: "The art of controlling objects can only be to hold the object in your hand, but you cannot make it fly around according to your thoughts. Of course, if you have the right fire, the sword will be retracted and thrown with excellent accuracy, and
It can be fake and real, and make people mistake it for a sword."
Leng Buyu looked at Huidong, and couldn't help but be slightly startled. Huidong actually stared at him fiercely. He also thought that it was really inappropriate for him to use this little white cat as a demonstration, so he couldn't help but smile awkwardly. He coughed.
, continued: "And the sword is just like the flying sword in this room, it acts according to your thoughts. These swords of mine are just ordinary swords. Have you ever heard of a name, Linghu Changkong?"
Huidong nodded and said: "Sword Destroyer Master."
Leng Buyu listened and nodded. Although he nodded, he was a little unhappy in his heart. Brother Ying, brother Ying, you are obviously not a swordsman, but you can make waves in the world by just using a pseudonym.
, become famous.
After Leng Buyu lamented in his heart, he continued to explain to Huidong: "Linghu Changkong's sword is a spiritual sword. A spiritual sword is like this kitten. You gave it a name and it has been with you for a long time.
, you call its name, it will respond, you give it instructions, it will execute. The sword must have a spirit, and the sword owner knows the spirit. This is the way to handle a sword with spirit."
Huidong sounded a little confused, his cheeks bulged, but he nodded, and asked again: "What about the ordinary sword?"
"Ordinary swords are the most thorough and simple way to wield a sword."
After the words fell, there was no movement. The five flying swords, two long and three short, were spinning freely in the air like soldiers who had received military orders and formed a formation. The five swords all had their blades facing down, and the three short swords were in the air.
In the middle, two long swords guarded the sides, rising and falling in the air.
"Use Qi to control the sword!"
"Qi?"
Huidong wondered, if Leng Buyu's words were true, how could there be no one among the tens of thousands of swordsmen in the world who could practice Leng Buyu's skill?
Leng Buyu chuckled, knowing that Huidong was confused, and then Huidong understood what Leng Buyu meant. He clearly saw five light blue transparent chains connecting the five flying swords with Leng Buyu, and felt it carefully
, these five light blue transparent chains indeed exude the aura of Qi.
"Since Qi can wrap around the fist, it can double the power of the fist.
. It can be swung along the blade of the sword and make thousands of shapes to attack the enemy. Then why can't Qi be used as a chain to connect the sword to the sword owner?"
Huidong was confused and asked: "But Qi is nothingness..."
Before he finished speaking, Leng Buyu laughed loudly, and then said: "Oh, since Qi is nothingness, then why can Qi hit people and kill people? Everyone in the world thinks that Qi is released to the outside and is only for destruction.
Power. However, Qi can do many things. If you practice successfully, it can transform into a horse and become a mount, and it can transform into wings for you to fly."
Huidong thought carefully about Leng Buyu's words. He was suddenly curious about something and asked doubtfully: "Then why did you tell me?"
Leng Buyu didn't smile this time. He was still smiling, but he said seriously: "Because of this kitten."
Hearing Leng Buyu's answer, Huidong frowned and looked at the little white milk cat that had settled down again in Leng Buyu's arms.
Leng Buyu nodded, pinched the back of the white kitten's neck again, and gently placed it next to Huidong's pillow. The white kitten opened its round eyes and looked at the kind person who saved it.
The little white cat started rubbing Huidong's face with its head, making Huidong itchy and giggling.
Looking at this scene, Leng Buyu couldn't help but smile, but then, the five swords, two long and three short, flew back to the scabbard, and Leng Buyu also put the cowhide leather straps with the five swords on his body. He
He picked up the blue cloak he had placed on the chair, put it on and walked out the door.
Leng Buyu walked downstairs. There were more than a dozen tables on the first floor, and there were three or four tables of customers eating. Leng Buyu chose one and sat down. After the waiter came over, he ordered some food and asked the waiter to prepare a meal.
A bowl of lean meat porridge is the same as steamed river fish. The lean meat porridge requires less rice and more soup and more minced meat. The fish must be deboned, peeled and pounded into mince. The waiters don’t quite understand what this means. It’s not objectively local, but they are.
Open the door to do business, naturally accept the offer, and then retreat.
Leng Buyu filled a bowl of wine for himself, took a sip, and then burst into laughter. This sudden laughter made the shopkeeper, the waiters, and the guests who were dining all stunned.
What's going on with the man in the blue cloak?
Suddenly, a wine bowl spun in the wind and flew toward him. Leng Buyu turned his head slightly to one side and dodged. Then, he reached forward with his right hand, and the rotating wine bowl stopped spinning instantly and was caught in his hand.
He put the wine bowl on the table and filled the empty wine bowl with wine. Then he smiled coldly and without looking back, said: "Since you want to drink, I have already poured the wine for you. Could it be that you want me to give it to you?"
Can you bring it over?"
Everyone was still puzzled, but no one dared to criticize. Hearing the sound of the bench moving, the footsteps were gentle, and the distance between the ups and downs was almost the same. Someone sat opposite Leng Buyu and picked up the full glass of wine.