Godly System Moralizes the World

Yang Guo grabbed the wine gourd, thinking in his eyes.

He believed that Senior Xiao Tian's actions before leaving had other meanings. Was it a test of that senior?

This wine gourd seems a little light?

Yang Guo grabbed the wine gourd and shook it, and then simply unplugged the stopper. A strong aroma of wine came out, but just smelling it made people feel a little stunned.

However, apart from the aroma of the wine, there is not even a drop of wine in the wine gourd.

That's it!

When Yang Guo saw the empty wine gourd, a smile appeared on his face. It seemed that Senior Xiao Tian was testing his sincerity!

Thinking of this, Yang Guo quickly collected the wine gourd and walked briskly to the Chongyang Palace.

In the dark, Xiao Tian nodded slightly when he saw Yang Guo's reaction.

...

The next day, Yang Guo listened to Zhao Zhijing's superficial exercise formulas as usual. Zhao Zhijing still did not teach him any moves. Yang Guo was dissatisfied, but he looked forward to the trip to the mountains at night.

At night, a slightly thin figure slipped out of the Chongyang Palace and quietly ran to the back of Zhongnan Mountain.

"Senior Xiao, younger Yang Guo, please see you!" Yang Guo bowed slightly to the distance and said respectfully. He still remembers that Xiao Tian said last night that it is not when he was called Master, so he still matches his predecessors.

"You kid is on time," Xiao Tian leaped down from a big tree, his moon-white robe was not stained with dust, just like a man in a fairy.

"Senior Xiao, your wine gourd," Yang Guo respectfully handed the wine gourd to Xiao Tian.

Xiao Tian took the wine gourd and picked it up. It was much heavier than before, and he unplugged the cork. The clear and bright wine of the gourd was exuding an attractive aroma.

"Good wine!" Xiao Tian took a sip, then his eyes lit up and smiled.

"Senior is satisfied," Yang Guo heard a joyous expression on his face, and then took out a greased paper package from his arms and handed it to Xiao Tian: "How can I drink wine without good food? When the younger generation was wandering outside, I learned cooking from a cook for a few days. If you don’t dislike this roast chicken, you might as well try it."

After speaking, he handed the oil paper package to Xiao Tian.

"You brat," Xiao Tian looked at the still warm oiled paper package and nodded lightly.

After a long while, Xiao Tian looked at the chicken bones all over the floor, snapped a flower branch, and said: "Well, if you have eaten your kid’s roast chicken, if you don’t say anything, you will inevitably be laughed at, saying that I am Xiao Tian. Stingy. Then I will teach you a sword technique, boy, look good!"

After talking about Xiao Tian's temperament suddenly changed, if Xiao Tian before gave people a feeling of clear and dusty, then Xiao Tian now seems to be a sharp sword out of its sheath, with a sharp edge!

"This type of sword trick has no name, but I summarized it from the Xiaoyao Sect of Martial Arts Returning to the Tibetan Sword. You can do it in a variety of ways, and I will break it by myself!"

As the voice fell, Xiao Tian moved!

Like a glimpse of Pianhong, the whole person instantly disappeared in the same place, and the flower branch in his hand pointed out and pierced Yang Guo's eyebrows.

Obviously it was such a straight stab, but Yang Guo felt that the vital parts of his body were covered by this flower branch, causing him to stand upright and cold sweat on his forehead.

What a terrifying swordsmanship!

There was a storm in Yang Guo's heart. Although he hadn't learned any martial arts skills from Zhao Zhijing, he was after all the son of Ouyang Feng, who had spent some time on Peach Blossom Island, and his knowledge was extraordinary.

He has seen Huang Rong's Yuxiao sword technique, which is chic and handsome, yet hides murderous intent; he has also seen Zhao Zhijing's all-true sword technique, which has subtle changes. Although Zhao Zhijing has not practiced it so superbly, it is also powerful.

I even saw Qiu Chuji practicing swords by chance. He stabs eighteen swords in an instant. Each sword is divided into three. When the stab is shot, there is only one move. Where the wrist is shaking, the sword moves are divided. Three; but he has never seen such a terrifying swordsmanship, pointing to the vitals of the whole body, not giving people a chance to breathe!

The sword-like flower branch stayed at the center of Yang Guo's eyebrows, and the icy feeling came from the eyebrows, making Yang Guo feel as if he would be penetrated by this flower branch in the next moment, and he died on the spot!

"Boy, do you understand?"