film world traveler

Xuanyuan Qingfeng couldn't believe his ears.

She believed that as long as her husband was willing to teach swordsmanship, ninety-nine percent of the swordsmen in the world would happily nod in agreement.

But the brat beside him shook his head and refused.

Chen Jun asked: "Why are you shaking your head? You don't want to learn the sword?"

"Think about it."

Wen Hua smacked his mouth, "But just thinking about it, I heard Lao Huang say that you need to be sincere when practicing swordsmanship. It's like a pilgrim praying to God and worshiping Buddha. Sincerity will lead to spiritual success. I have been idle for the past two years and I have been thinking about it.

The truth is, the sword belongs to you. I know what qualifications I have and what kind of goods I am. I guess I won’t achieve anything if I practice swordsmanship for a lifetime.”

"Do you think you have poor qualifications?"

"Do you think I have good qualifications?" Wen Hua asked.

"Very good, otherwise do you think I would accept you as a disciple?"

Xuanyuan Qingfeng opened his mouth slightly. He really couldn't think of anything commendable about his qualifications. Wen Hua was also surprised, "No way, I have very good qualifications?"

"What do you think of this woman next to you?"

Wen Hua glanced at the sound and clicked his tongue. That figure and appearance were both top-notch, and that man would be so happy to marry him. It was obvious that Xuanyuan Qingfeng's face was cold, and he didn't dare to take a second look, "Very good.

It looks very powerful.”

Chen Jun laughed twice: "Qingfeng has entered the first-grade Vajra realm, and is only a hair away from Zhixuan."

"So powerful?"

The most powerful ones Wen Hua has ever seen are only the third and fourth level masters in the Dacheng Martial Arts School, while the first level masters can only imagine in their dreams how powerful they are.

"She was judged to have average qualifications in her family, and she became what she is now after following me." Chen Jun said slowly: "In my opinion, your qualifications are much better than hers."

Wen Hua was stunned, and Xuanyuan Qingfeng looked at this person up and down.

No matter how she looked, she could not tell that the young man with the wooden sword had any strong talent.

She is indeed not qualified, otherwise she would not be the target of marriage and marriage in the Xuanyuan family, but he surpassed her there.

Chen Jun laughed in a low voice: "How is it?"

Wen Hua took a long breath and said silently: "Since Mr. can become Xuanyuan and Xiaonian's master, he probably has extraordinary abilities or some powerful means that I don't know about. Wen Hua doesn't know what Mr. is interested in me, but I

I don’t have the habit of owing others!”

"You don't believe that there are people who are kind and well-intentioned to teach you?" Chen Jun said slowly: "Although I may not be the best, but as long as you meet an old man Li wearing a sheepskin fur, and you really like to practice and learn swordsmanship, he will definitely teach you.

your."

"But I'm still not used to owing people. In my poor village, if you want to learn a craft, you have to leave some money at home. If you can't do it, you have to bring pork head meat and a few taels of rice wine."

"I owe you now, and I will pay you back when you become rich!" Chen Jun suddenly smiled.

Wen Hua said quietly: "I'm afraid I can't afford it!" After saying that, he felt a little embarrassed and panicked.

"So do you have money now?"

"No..." Wen Hua's body suddenly shook, and he took out two smelly copper plates from the torn socks on the soles of his feet, "Does this count?"

"Hmm~"

Chen Jun coughed lightly and said, "Qingfeng!"

"Sir." Xuanyuan Qingfeng was about to protest vehemently, but saw no reaction from Chen Jun, so he had to use a ball of energy to wrap up the two copper plates.

Chen Jun looked at Wen Hua: "For two coins, I'll teach you two moves. When you master them, you can learn the others."

"Okay, okay!"

Wen Hua nodded in surprise, with a smile on his face, "I'm very satisfied if I can learn two moves."

"In the future, as long as Mr. gives orders, Wen Hua will definitely risk his life to do it!"

Then with a pop, Wen Hua knelt down and kowtowed, and performed the teacher's ceremony honestly.

Being from a poor background, one does not have so many fancy things, and an opportunity is worth risking one's life for. However, in Xuanyuan Qingfeng's eyes, it is like a concluding statement after a round of bargaining. It is a typical example of getting a bargain but still being obedient. It is pale, false, and disgusting.

"Let's go then, let's go meet those monks."

Wen Hua didn't understand what he heard and just followed the door, but Xuanyuan Qingfeng looked a little solemn.

The group of monks were naturally referring to the Buddhist and Taoist temples. Normally, she wouldn't worry about any accidents happening to her husband, but they had just returned from Beimang.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng was seriously injured, but her face turned pale when her husband led her to wield the sword.

The original robe was in tatters, with blood on the cuffs, and disheveled hair with a lot of dust on it. At that time, the whole person looked embarrassed.

At this time, if the injury has not healed, accidents may easily occur against the two Zen temples.

Xuanyuan sat in the carriage and hesitated to speak. At this time, Wenhua's horse had been replaced. Chen Jun said softly: "Take off some clothes. The wound on your shoulder has not healed yet. You are a woman. The wound will be left by the husband later."

It will feel bad if you see it."

A hint of red appeared on Xuanyuan Qingfeng's cold white face, and she lifted up her sleeves like a man. Her arms were slender, and her skin was as white as frost and snow, like condensed fat. Chen Jun stretched out his hand and pressed it, uncovering the white gauze.

A deep scar on Xuanyuan Qingfeng's left shoulder extended to his back. There was residual black blood on it, but it was covered with herbs. Chen Jun didn't know how to practice elixirs, so he chose to use his own method, exchanging blood with spiritual power to remove the poison.

After the application process, Xuanyuan Qingfeng exhaled.

"Why did you choose him?" Xuanyuan couldn't help but ask.

"He is indeed more talented than you, and he is a wizard in swordsmanship!" Chen Jun slowly put the herbal plaster into the box and said with a chuckle, "Huang Longshi and I are playing a chess game called 'World'. Let's see.

Who will win in the end? If I were a chess player, you, Xu Fengnian, and Wen Hua would all be my chess pieces.

If I intend to support Beiliang to aspire to the Central Plains, and Xu Fengnian declares himself emperor in the temple, then you will be the master of this world, and Wen Hua will be the head of the Qingyun Sect, the one who will pass on the Immortal Killing Sword!"

Xuanyuan Qingfeng immediately said: "Disciple would rather exchange with Wen Hua!"

"Don't you want to be the leader of the martial arts alliance who rules over the world in purple clothes? Don't you want to make the Xuanyuan family the best family in the world?"

Xuanyuan Qingfeng fell silent, and Chen Jun said with a smile, "I appreciate the kindness. Not being jealous is a mediocre talent. Being competitive is not a bad thing for you. Just fulfill your own wish."

"But sir, that stinky boy hangs around in the market and has a slippery tongue, so he can't take on your big responsibility at all."

Chen Jun laughed it off.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng was helpless. Not only that, but in the next few days, she even saw her husband get out of the car and teach the brat in person. She was not treated like this.

"Sir, you said you were going to teach me two swords, but you really taught me two swords?" Wen Hua touched his head and said with a playful smile, "I have become your apprentice, why don't you teach me two moves?"

"No need, these two moves are enough for you to dominate the world. If you can understand your third sword, you will be close to me."

"So powerful? How good is your swordsmanship, sir? By the way, let me ask you a question, what is your name? I don't know yet..." Wen Hua was very talkative and kept asking a lot of questions.

"Chen Jun!"

"When you meet an opponent in the future, if you win, you can say my name. If you lose, you don't want to kill me. Otherwise, I will clean up the family even though we are thousands of miles apart."

"Hey, be good, sir, you have such long hands."

Wen Hua seemed to have never heard of this name at all, but he still joked carelessly, which made Xuanyuan Qingfeng very angry.

She was very curious about the expression on Wen Hua's face if she knew that her husband was the second best swordsman in martial arts.

A fool is a fool.

"By the way, sir, what are the names of these two sword moves?"

Chen Jun leaned outside the carriage and said flatly: "The horizontal sword is called 'Tao', and the vertical sword is called 'reason'. No swordsmanship in the world can escape the vertical and horizontal, and everything in the world cannot be separated from 'reason'. If you practice this

After two moves, you can use your reasoning to convince others."

"Then what if I can't practice it?"

“If you don’t succeed through practice, you don’t have to reason!”

"Oh, by the way..."

"roll!"

"Practice your sword well and run around the carriage ten times..."

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Liquor Inn.

The scenery on both sides of the Huaihe River is still beautiful, with tourists everywhere, beauties and talented people boating together, it is so poetic and picturesque, and even the wine shops are busy with business.

Only Miss Hehe laughed, and an old man beside her sighed sadly, "It's too late, it's too late."