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Does this mean that Brother Luo knows swords very well?

Han Fei looked at Luo Yan with some surprise. He naturally knew that Luo Yan knew martial arts, but he didn't know how high the opponent's martial arts was or what level it reached. After all, he had never seen Luo Yan take action. , but judging from Wei Zhuang's attitude towards Luo Yan, Luo Yan should not be bad.

Moreover, the meaning revealed in Luo Yan's words was also very strange.

The other party's teacher actually knew the previous Guigu sect member and even exchanged swordsmanship with him. This was very interesting.

Han Fei was very interested in Luo Yan's teacher.

Zhang Liang looked like a good boy and looked at the scene with gentle eyes, but his slightly glowing eyes betrayed him. He was also very interested in these gossipy past events.

Wei Zhuang was obviously in a bad mood, staring at Luo Yan with cold eyes: "You'd better think clearly before speaking!"

The bone-cold words had completely exposed Wei Zhuang's mood at the moment.

Every face was darkened.

I didn’t steal your wife. By the way, you don’t have a wife either.

Luo Yan looked at Wei Zhuang's unyielding expression and couldn't help but complain in his heart. Isn't it just an imitation of a hundred-step flying sword? Throwing the sword out and catching it again can even be played by children like Tianming. , why can't he play?

As for this expression?

People in ancient times were stingy!

Although Luo Yan kept complaining in his heart, his face was serious, and he argued extremely seriously and rigorously: "I don't need to lie to you. I didn't know what level the teacher's swordsmanship reached before, but now I have some understanding. My teacher’s path in kendo has come to an end, in his words.

His swordsmanship is no longer limited to objects. Plants, trees, bamboos and rocks can be used as swords. He has entered a realm where no sword is better than having a sword! "

At this moment, Luo Yan had a look of pilgrimage and respect on his face, as if he was facing his idol.

"..."

Luo Yan's words shocked Wei Zhuang, Han Fei and others. They all looked at Luo Yan. Even Han Fei and Zhang Liang, who didn't know much about swords, could feel the master-level aura.

These words are definitely words that a sword master can say.

Wei Zhuang's expression became more solemn and serious. As a pure swordsman, he felt more deeply about these words.

"Who is your teacher?!"

"I don't know~"

Luo Yan shook his head, met the gazes of the three people, his expression was a bit desolate and melancholy, and said slowly: "I only know my teacher's nickname, which is called Dugu Qiufeng. As for more, when I was young and... I haven’t asked clearly yet. When I wanted to ask clearly, the teacher and my wife have passed away for many years, and there is no chance to ask clearly~"

After speaking, he glanced at the three people present from the corner of his eye.

He didn't believe that Wei Zhuang could still question an unfounded dead person.

Luo Yan is an expert at making up stories.

The TV series, novels and movies back then were not in vain.

Dugu Qiufei's understanding of kendo can be regarded as the originator of the pretentious world, and he didn't believe that these words could not suppress Wei Zhuang, a young man who was just starting out.

"Dugu Qiubai?"

Han Fei and Wei Zhuang both murmured the name.

This word reveals domineering and loneliness. The loneliness of having no opponent in the sword is evident.

"There is such a hidden master among the miscellaneous scholars?"

Wei Zhuang was a little unbelievable.

"When the teacher was young, he studied under hundreds of schools and integrated them into his own body. Unlike you swordsmen who studied under everyone, the teacher's swordsmanship comes from his own understanding. He embraces all rivers, takes the essence and discards the dross, and turns it into his own swordsmanship. Before the weak crown, I pursued fierceness and fierceness, and was invincible, but later I felt bored and returned to the way of kendo, focusing on the key points of kendo.

After the age of forty, one gradually enters the realm where no sword is better than one with a sword.

When I was old, I often lamented: Wow, I can’t find a rival in my life, it’s so lonely and embarrassing~

It's a pity that I am not very talented and cannot inherit one ten thousandth of my teacher's swordsmanship! "

The corners of Luo Yan's eyes became more and more sad, and he boasted with great emotion.

After Wei Zhuang heard these words, his lips moved slightly, as if he was feeling the charm of these realms of swordsmanship. His expression gradually became intoxicated for a while, and it seemed that the more he tasted it, the deeper his feelings became.

This kid won't learn to be stupid, right?

Luo Yan looked at Wei Zhuang's expression and muttered in his heart.

"He is worthy of being a great master, but it's a pity that he will never be able to see him again!"

Han Fei sighed softly, it was a pity that such a great person passed away so quickly.

"I miss my teacher and my wife too~"

Luo Yan raised his head slightly, as if he was holding back tears. His slightly sad tone showed that his acting skills had reached a state of perfection, and it was difficult to distinguish between acting and reality.

Luo Yan also wanted to say something about this.

Wei Zhuang closed his eyes and meditated for a while, then slowly opened his eyes. Looking at Luo Yan, his eyes were still cold, even mixed with some disdain, and he snorted: "The teacher actually accepted you as his apprentice."

After speaking, Wei Zhuang shook his head.

It seems that this master has taken on the wrong disciple.

Guiguzi actually accepted you pair of sleeping dragons and phoenixes. I think your teacher accepted the wrong people!

Luo Yan remained calm, but he felt contempt in his heart.

Look at the previous generations of Guiguzi, look at Gai Nie and Wei Zhuang, I am really speechless~

Even if you say they are not talented, they are quite capable.

They are said to be great, but compared to their predecessors, they are not on the same level at all, and there is no way to compare.

"Creak!"

At this moment, the door of a guest room was pushed open, and a woman in a purple dress walked out. Her delicate and charming cheeks were a bit cold, and her graceful figure swayed with all kinds of charms, but At this moment, his expression was not very good. For once, he didn't look at Luo Yan first, but at Wei Zhuang:

"It's not a big problem for the time being, but he is old and has numerous old injuries. I don't know whether he can be cured this time."

The tone was a little helpless and sad, seeming to remind Wei Zhuang to be mentally prepared.

Wei Zhuang nodded, walked directly into the house without saying anything.

Han Fei and Zhang Liang on the side also walked into it. They still had some questions that needed Tang Qi to answer. After all, the other party knew a lot of Baiyue's secrets.

Because Tang Qi was once a veteran in the army.

"Thank you for your hard work~"

Luo Yan walked to Zi Nu, put his arms around her waist, and said softly.

Those in Wei Zhuang only cared about Tang Qi, but Luo Yan was different. His attention was always on Zi Nu.

"It's not hard on me. Are you in any danger?"

Zi Nu shook her head slightly, looked at Luo Yan with her deep purple eyes, and asked knowingly.

"I encountered him. I almost couldn't come back. I will never go out with Wei Zhuang again. It's too dangerous."

Luo Yan put his arms around Zi Nu's waist, took a deep breath, and sighed.

"Who asked you to go!"

Zi Nu gently stroked Luo Yan's cheek and said dotingly and helplessly.

. . . . . . .

at the same time.

In Madame Mingzhu's Baixiang Palace, a white-haired blood-clothed Hou slowly stepped into it. His steps seemed slow, but his figure was like a ghost, constantly teleporting forward.

It was a bit scary at night.