Leng Buyu thought about it, his eyes were empty and his brows were furrowed, as if he was stunned.
The white-haired old man looked at Leng Buyu and was also puzzled. He stretched out his wrinkled old hand and waved it in front of Leng Buyu, but Leng Buyu didn't respond at all.
The white-haired old man stopped paying attention, simply raised Leng Buyu's arm, and started to measure Leng Buyu's size with his special and strange ruler.
The white-haired old man was still worried about Leng Buyu's cold body, so he carefully grabbed his clothes and lifted his arms.
But at this moment, Leng Buyu came back to his senses.
He came back to his senses, his eyes were very sharp, which actually frightened the white-haired old man.
Leng Buyu took out the slightly curved ruler from the old man's hand and held it tightly.
The white-haired old man was about to speak when Leng Buyu caught a glimpse of him from the corner of his eye and raised his hand to signal him to be silent.
Then, Leng Buyu lowered his arm, turned the ruler into a knife and held it tightly.
He closed his eyes again, this time, his brows relaxed and the corners of his mouth slightly raised.
Although the white-haired old man is arrogant, at this age, he has met many people in the world and knows that he should not be disturbed at this moment.
He couldn't be disturbed, but he had to work. Without his strange ruler, he simply used his eyes to check Leng Buyu's data. Then, the arrogant old man nodded, as if he was quite interested in Leng Buyu's body data.
for satisfaction.
The old man circled around Leng Buyu again. At this time, Leng Buyu's cloak was damaged, and the two long swords he was carrying on his back came into view.
The old man stared at it carefully for a while and frowned.
He thought to himself that this guest's habit of carrying a sword was really special.
Without thinking too much, the old man left the hut, leaving Leng alone in silence. But after the old man left, the air flow and temperature in the hut changed.
The Qi began to gather, and began to swirl around Leng Buyu. The temperature dropped sharply. If the old man was still there, he might not be able to bear it with his old bones.
"rise!"
When the sound came out, only six dragon roars were heard. Leng Buyu, including the soft sword Wangshanhe on his waist, six seven-star swords were unsheathed one after another, following the airflow, swirling around him.
The six seven-star swords were all wrapped in the same color as his Qi, that kind of cold blue. The blue Qi became thicker and gradually seemed to emit a faint light.
And Leng Buyu, in his mind, dozens, hundreds, nearly a thousand sword moves that he had fought against, seen, or even heard about began to appear.
And among them, not a single move is his Seven Star Sword Technique.
These sword techniques have been dismantled one after another, and broken down into the most basic movements, which are the movements of swinging a sword.
He began to carefully figure out the sword-drawing movements of each sword move. Some used the arm to exert force, some focused on the strength of the wrist, and even more, the subtle changes in the fingers.
But the ultimate goal and result is to draw the sword.
Despite this, there was no scene of drawing the sword in his memory.
A terrible thought formed in Leng Buyu's mind, that is, my grandson Hayato, if he is just a high-class swordsman in Dongli, not a top swordsman.
How powerful must the top swordsman of Dongli draw his sword to strike?
This should have been a sad thing, but Leng Wuyu smiled instead. His smile was excited and arrogant, but there was no trace of arrogance.
Why bother to be obsessed with the seventh seven-star sword that may not exist? Why not seek a breakthrough from the existing swordsmanship.
No matter whether this swordsmanship comes from Daye or Dongli.
Thinking of this, Leng Buyu opened his eyes. The moment he opened his eyes, a stream of ice-blue air spread rapidly with him as the center.
The spreading air flow was like water ripples, and finally hit the four walls of the cabin. There was an ice pattern on the four walls, but the ice pattern quickly melted and turned into water stains.
Suddenly, hearing a "clucking" sound, Leng Buyu couldn't help but lower his head and look at the strange wooden ruler in his hand.
Seeing the terrible appearance of the wooden ruler, he couldn't help but shake his head and lament. The specially made and strange wooden ruler in his hand had turned into an ice bar, and this ice bar was...
Fragmented bit by bit.
In the end, the ice bar in his hand completely shattered, and the wooden ruler also shattered into pieces of wood wrapped in ice.
This was a bit embarrassing, and I didn't know how to explain it to the master, the white-haired one.
As soon as he let go, the last small piece of wooden ruler fell to the ground.
The thing has happened, and we will talk about the rest later. Leng Buyu also returned to the couch, closed his eyes and crossed his legs.
He began to try to integrate the sword-drawing technique of my grandson Hayato into his own swordsmanship. Two people appeared in his mind, one was himself carrying only a black sword, and the other was holding a black sword.
The iron sword lingers like a song.
Two people confront each other, one is ice blue and the other is fiery red.
The icy blue Leng Buyu bent down, stepped forward with his left foot, his left hand was already pressed on the ground, and his right hand grasped the hilt of the black sword Pojun on his back.
The fiery red Ying Ruge stood straight, holding the scabbard with her left hand and the hilt with her right hand.
The wind blew, the leaves fell, and the two of them took action at the same time.
The icy blue Leng Buyu rushed forward, and at the moment when he was close to the fiery red Ying Ruge, he drew out the black sword Po Jun.
But the fiery red Ying Ruge took a step forward with her right foot, pulled out the iron sword at the same time, and slashed horizontally in front of her.
The final result was that the fiery red Ying Ruge's chest was cut with a bloody gash, while the icy blue Leng Buyu's body was separated.
Leng Buyu couldn't help but open his eyes, no, no, he was fighting with my grandson Hayato, but his sword came out last.
Even though his sword has a slight curvature and can be drawn out faster than a straight sword, the difference in the speed of taking out the sheath to kill the enemy should not be so big.
Leng Buyu frowned slightly and closed his eyes again. The scene was still the same?
But once, twice, a dozen times, the one who died was still himself dressed in ice blue.
Leng Buyu was a little discouraged, not because of repeated failures, but because he could not find the problem among these repeated failures.
The same is true, worthless failure is the most terrible thing.
Just when Leng Buyu was at a loss what to do, the door of the hut was pushed open again. This time, it was not the master chef who came in, but the shopkeeper of the shop.
As soon as the store manager entered the back room, he couldn't help but shudder. He couldn't help but murmur in his heart, it's so weird, it's hot outside and people want to be naked, but inside this small house, it's like the coldest month of winter.
Someone came in. Leng Buyu couldn't help but frown and looked over.
This cold look made the shopkeeper shiver again. He opened his mouth and couldn't help but move slightly, but he didn't say a single word.
Seeing that it was the shopkeeper, Leng Buyu also changed his expression. The flying swords floating around him were like obedient cats, one after another, flying to the couch and lying on his side.
With a smile on his face, he asked: "Sir, have the clothes been ready?"
The shopkeeper nodded repeatedly and opened his mouth again, but thinking about the cold breath he felt when he came in and the scene of the sword flying around, he still didn't say a word.
Leng Buyu looked around the small house and couldn't help but feel embarrassed when he saw the mess.
"Shopkeeper, I don't have any money at the moment, and my clothes are on credit. Together with the compensation for this house, we will make up for it in a while."
Hearing Leng Buyu's polite words, the shopkeeper didn't know whether the Jianghu Ranger was really being polite or just being hypocritical.
In order to avoid trouble, the shopkeeper hurriedly waved his hands and said: "The guest is joking, the cabin will be repainted, so it won't be in the way. But guest, do you want to try on clothes in this room, or go upstairs?"
Leng Buyu nodded and said: "There's no need to go upstairs specifically. I'll just bother the shopkeeper and go there again."
Knowing Leng Buyu's plan, the shopkeeper nodded and then went out. Within a few seconds, the shopkeeper came into the room holding a set of clothes.
Just like before, it was an ice blue cloak and an ordinary military uniform.
But there is something different. Under these clothes, there is a new set of leather accessories. What's more, there are two exquisite jade bracelets.
Leng Buyu was confused and looked at the shopkeeper.
The shopkeeper knew what Leng Buyu meant and said: "Oh, these are the two swords that the master just saw on the back of the guest. The master said that when he was young, he also saw a swordsman carrying his sword upside down.
. He said that the swordsman’s vehicle was different from that of the guest, so he made his own way, not knowing whether the guest would be able to use it.”
Leng Buyu couldn't help but frown after hearing this. He was confused. When he was young, this white-haired old man had seen a swordsman holding his sword backwards?
Although Leng Buyu was not the only one in the world who carried his sword backwards, for some reason, Leng Buyu just said such a word, and he was a little less wary of the white-haired old man.
Without saying much, and completely ignoring that the shopkeeper was still in the room, he took off his tattered clothes without saying a word.
The shopkeeper felt something was wrong, so he immediately turned around and left the hut.
Leng Buyu put on his military uniform and replaced the iron jade on the scabbards of the black and white swords. Then he put the black and white swords on the cowhide carrier and put them on.
After sheathing the six swords one by one, Leng Buyu couldn't help but frown. Because the scabbards of the black and white swords at the back did not seem to be fixed to the vehicle and were slightly loose.
His hand was holding the hilt of the sword, and it was strange that he could still swing it from side to side.
Swinging it bit by bit, with a "pop" sound, Leng Buyu drew out the black sword Po Jun, and he couldn't help but open his eyes wide.
This feels a bit strange, quite different from the past.
He held the hilt of Bai Jian Yingzhu's sword with his left hand, and then he swung Bai Jian Yingzhu's sword from side to side, and then pulled it out with a "pop" sound.
The expression on Leng Buyu's face changed from surprise to ecstasy.
He could clearly feel that the speed at which he drew his sword just now was a little faster.
Leng Buyu hurriedly grabbed the ice blue cloak and put it on. He walked a few steps quickly, opened the door of the hut and went out to find the shopkeeper.
The shopkeeper looked cold and looked hasty. He couldn't help but panic and stuttered, and asked: "Guest, guest, guest, what is this, what are you doing?"
He couldn't hide his excitement without saying a word. He put his hands on the shopkeeper's shoulders and asked: "Shopkeeper, where is the old tailor?"
When he heard that he was looking for the master chef, the shopkeeper's face turned pale and he was frightened. He thought it was the clothes made by the master chef that made the customer unhappy.
At this moment, the store manager also had mixed feelings in his heart, regretting that he had introduced this evil star into the door.
But he was just a small businessman who opened a clothing and fabric shop, and he didn't dare to offend a man like Leng Buyu, who seemed to have extraordinary abilities at first sight.
Although he was afraid of harming the white-haired old man, the shopkeeper just wanted to protect himself at the moment and hurriedly replied: "Master, master said..."
"What did he say?"
"He said, he said that he has stayed in Hansu City for long enough, and it's time to go out for a walk and have a look."
When Leng Buyu heard this, he couldn't help but look a little depressed. This change of expression shocked the shopkeeper again. He thought, it was the master who made him unhappy, but he must not seek bad luck with him.
"Master, Master, he is not from our Hansu City. I saw that he has good tailoring skills, so I asked him to stay as a helper. Guest, Master, please don't make you unhappy."
…”
Before the shopkeeper finished speaking, he shook his head in silence.
Later, Ting Leng Buyu said: "Shopkeeper, you have misunderstood. This old gentleman cut the clothes to my liking, and I would like to express my gratitude in person. May I ask, where does this old gentleman come from?"
When the store manager heard Leng Buyu's words, he couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief and said: "I don't know if it's true or not, but every time the master is drunk, he will talk about the time when he was young. He said he was young, but in fact, he was in his teens or twenties.
It happened ten years ago. He said that he was from Jingzhou. Before, he was still this guy in the capital..."
After saying that, the shopkeeper gave me a thumbs up.
From Jingzhou?
After thinking about it, Leng Buyu finally solved all the doubts. His hands could not help but grasp the two swords behind his back again.
Unexpectedly, unexpectedly, just because of a set of vehicles, he realized the Tao.