Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

The practice room is actually a quiet room with moisture-proof mats, straw mats, and a few futons on the straw mats, and a cold jade bed is placed in the room.

He dug out the bed from the cliff of Jueqing Valley. There were a lot of cold jade there. Wang Xuebin made a piece specially for their sisters to practice.

It's summer now, and I have this cold jade in the house, which is very comfortable to stay. There is also a small piece in the bedroom, but it is not as cool as this room.

Wang Xuebin did not push the door directly and knocked on the door.

"Is it your husband?"

Shanrou's voice came from the room.

"It's me, I'm the only one!"

As soon as Wang Xuebin finished speaking, the sound of the door opening came from the room.

There is a latch installed in this door, which can be locked from inside. Shanrou and the others will always bolt the door when they are in the house.

As soon as the door was opened, Shanrou, who had a light collar, pulled Wang Xuebin into the room and closed the door.

Zhao Zhi was lying half on the bed, holding half a piece of watermelon in his mouth.

Wang Xuebin looked at the two of them helplessly and said:

"You still have to sweat in summer, which is good for your health!"

Zhao Zhi yelled naughtyly with his mouth:

"If the maid and concubine are tanned, how can she please the husband~"

Wang Xuebin shook his head and went with them. When their internal strength is invincible in the future, they will not stay here.

"How is Uncle Zheng contacting me?"

They have not been idle these days and have been trying to contact their former friends to get news about Zhao Mu.

Shanrou shook her head with a sad expression.

"No one of the old friends in the past is willing to contact us!"

Wang Xuebin smiled and comforted:

"Zhao Mu is powerful after all, who is willing to offend the powerful Duke and Mausoleum for a daughter of an old friend?

Besides, although they refused to contact us, they did not seek credit for our whereabouts? Such friendship is already quite good!"

As he said that, he held Shanrou's shoulder and hugged her and sat on the ice bed.

Seeing this, Zhao Zhi also came forward and laid on Wang Xuebin's thigh.

Wang Xuebin didn't care, so he took out a roll of silk from his arms and handed it to the two of them.

"Look, this is for you!"

Shanrou took the silk and opened it and saw a map of the mansion. The names and uses of each palace were clearly marked.

"This is?"

Shanrou looked at the map and couldn't believe it, and asked with a psychological surprise.

Wang Xuebin nodded and said:

"That's right, this is Zhao Mu's Julu Marquis' Mansion."

Zhao Mu is not a historical figure, but a native figure in this world. According to rumors, he has a habit of breaking his sleeves with King Zhao. He is the Julu Marquis of Zhao State and is definitely a powerful figure.

Julu Hou Mansion covers an area of ​​wide, like a small city with an outer wall of two to five meters high, including Mafang, Taofang, Qixian Pavilion, and Shangguan Pavilion.

Zhao Mu himself lives in the inner city, with more than a thousand family members and servants. The inner structure is even more complicated. Even the people in the Marquis' Mansion do not know the whole picture very well. It is not easy to get such a map.

Zhao Zhi snatched the map and started looking at it.

Shanrou didn't care if the map was robbed. She hugged Wang Xuebin and pressed her warm body against Wang Xuebin's weakness. Her expression was a bit ferocious with excitement.

Wang Xuebin gently patted her shoulder and asked:

"Do you want me to arrest Zhao Mu and let you deal with it?"

Shanrou said with a ferocious expression and a sinister tone:

"Wait a little longer, wait a little longer, my 183 family members of Shan Family are not the ones who can repay the Qing Dynasty by Zhao Mu. I want to let his family be destroyed!"

Wang Xuebin gently patted her back, and the true qi flowed along her meridians, soothing her emotions.

"Okay, then wait a little longer, let him live for a few days, and you have the final say when to kill him."

Shanrou said fragilely with her eyes red:

"Langjun, I really don't want him to die so simply. I want him to lose all his power and become a slave. Seeing him lose what he values ​​the most, am I very bad!"

Wang Xuebin patted her back and said:

"How could it be? The hatred between parents is irreconcilable. No matter how you take revenge, I just don't want you to distort your mind because of hatred. As long as you are happy, I will support you no matter how you do it!"

Shanrou was moved by her words. In this era, there were really not many people like Wang Xuebin.

Shanrou hugged Wang Xuebin and greedily enjoyed Wang Xuebin's care, but Wang Xuebin felt something was wrong. She felt a little wet and hot in her crotch. She twisted her head very much. He looked down and saw that it was Zhao Zhi.

When Zhao Zhi listened to the conversation between his elder sister and the husband, he couldn't help but shed tears, wet Wang Xuebin's clothes, making him feel very disgusted.

He picked up Zhao Zhi and let her lean in his arms, silently and tenderly.

At this time, the door was opened, Shanlan came in, looked at the three people hugging each other, and said with his mouth:

"Okay, I'm working hard to cook, but you guys are in Xuanyin. I'll stop eating it anymore!"

Shanlan is a small clan of Shanjia. She was raised outside since childhood. She has no feelings for Shanjia and has not had too deep hatred. She still has not changed her lively nature at this time.

Shanrou smiled when she heard this and said gently:

"We are talking about the important matters, so how can Xuanyin be there!"

Shanlan squinted her eyes and looked at Wang Xuebin, pointing to his crotch and said:

“It’s all wet…”

Zhao Zhi's face turned red and he quickly explained:

"This is tears, I accidentally wet it!"

Shanlan's mouth twitched:

"Tsk, you are in your husband's arms, how can tears flow there? Stop fooling me!"

As he said that, he turned his head and left the practice room.

Wang Xuebin and the other two looked at each other and laughed.

"Let's go, the meal is probably ready."

Wang Xuebin said, holding them out of bed.

After dinner, the four of them returned to the practice room to escape the summer heat and talked about their recent gossip.

"There are a young man from Hongying competing in swords these two days. Do you want to go and have a look?"

Shanrou was intrigued when she heard this.

"Oh? Sword-making? How about sword skills?"

Wang Xuebin smacked his lips and said:

"I have no idea, either, I am not as strong as you!"

Shanrou was still interested when she heard this and said:

"When will it start? I want to go and see it!"

Wang Xuebin smiled when he saw this.

"Then just clean up, you can't get out of the door in such a dress!"

The three girls never shy away from Wang Xuebin. In addition, the weather is hot, so they only wear a translucent silk dress, which is very cool.

Wearing this at home is fun, but wearing this at home is a bit inappropriate. It has to be more solemn. Wang Xuebin doesn’t like the grassland.

The three girls dressed up and followed Wang Xuebin out and headed straight to the Wu family ranch. The location of the sword was there. It was estimated that Wu family also had the intention to promote their reputation.

As far as Wang Xuebin knows, the life of Wu family is not easy.

Zhao State fought for years, the treasury was empty and the population was severely damaged. Although he returned some money when invading Qin State, he still couldn't make ends meet.

Therefore, under the reminder of Zhao Mu, the King of Zhao, set his sights on this world-famous merchant, and kept thinking about scraping some oil from the Wu family to supplement the deficit of Zhao.

During this period, the Wu family was always miserable.

A few years later, with a slight hookup between Lu Buwei of Qin, he could hook up with the Wu family and his wealth, and it was not without storms.

The sword is the king of all soldiers, and it is the most elegant and elegant when dancing.

In his early years, Wang Xuebin was also obsessed with swordsmanship. Later, he discovered that although swordsmanship was easy to use, it was only suitable for martial arts and was not applicable on the battlefield, so he gradually gave up.

The fighting skills of the martial arts and the fighting on the battlefield are two concepts. The competition of the martial arts is the level of skills, and the competition of the martial arts is the key to the blood and courage on the battlefield is two concepts.

The swords in the Warring States Period were mostly wide swords, holding swords in both hands, and the sword technique did not look elegant, but at this time the sword technique was powerful and focused more on body shape change, which looked unique.

"Langjun, which of them do you think can win?"

As the figures of the two of them changed on the ring, the swords and swords fought each other. In just a moment, the figures separated from each other, which was very meaningless to miss one blow and avoid a thousand miles away.

Wang Xuebin was a little anxious when he saw it.

"These two of them are so tiring, not at all. The flaws are created, and waiting for the other party to make mistakes is the worst choice!"

Wang Xuebin looked at the stage and kept complaining. Shanrou laughed out loud when she heard the words. Although she had not been studying the Nine Yin Scriptures for a long time, her vision was no longer the same, so she naturally understood what the Langjun meant.

But when they were chatting, they couldn't help but hear those with long ears. There was a teenager in his teenager who turned around and stared at them angrily when he heard the words of the two of them.

"You two are also swordsmen? Why don't you go on stage and compare? You only dare to bark in the audience!"

Wang Xuebin frowned when he heard this. He looked at the "teenager" and then stopped caring about it. This was a little girl dressed as a man, and she was only fifteen or sixteen years old, which was Mu Shaoai's age.

A young man like Lian Jin, who is handsome, unrestrained and a little melancholy, has the greatest lethality to girls, so he will naturally speak up for his words.

You should know that in the sake of a little male sex, people in later generations even slander the state government. They just say something bad, and they don’t care about it.

But if he can tolerate it, it does not mean that others can tolerate it.

"Tsk, he is worthy of comparing to Langjun? Even my sister can't beat the guy. A small place is a small place, and I have no knowledge!"

Shanlan is a sharp-tongued girl, and she can't stand others underestimating her husband, so she started to fight.

As soon as he said this, Wang Xuebin knew that the matter was no longer good and was ready to take it.

Sure enough, just as the winner was decided on the stage, the girl disguised as a man ran forward, whispered a few times to Lian Jin, and pointed at Wang Xuebin and the others.

After a while, Lian Jin came over, bowed his sword and said with a smile:

"Brother, I'm polite. I'm in Xia Lianjin, I haven't asked for advice..."

Even if Jin was well-polite, Wang Xuebin naturally would not be rude and bowed back:

"When Wang Guanlan comes from Qi, he is fortunate to see the sword of the emperor who passes here, and he really benefits a lot!"

"Oh? It turns out it's Brother Guanlan. I heard that Brother Guanlan is well-versed in swordsmanship, but I wonder if I can give me some advice?"

Lian Jin was just twenty years old at this time, and he was also competitive, so he naturally refused to lose face in front of a woman.

He had no malice, but was a little angry when he heard Wang Xuebin's ignorant words, hoping that Wang Xuebin would know that the sword technique was not spoken.

Wang Xuebin was helpless. Shanlan was looking for him, and he could not lose his own people's face. It is worth saying:

"I dare not take the advice, let's communicate with each other! Please!"

"please!"

Lian Jin returned to his body with great enthusiasm and waited.

Shanrou, who was standing beside her, sighed helplessly at her sister.

Fortunately, there are many husbands, and they don’t care about their sister’s actions, but instead protect her face. They sighed and were a little moved.

"Mr. Lang, use my sword!"

"Okay, don't worry, soon!"

Wang Xuebin took Shanrou's sword, comforted her, and walked onto the ring with the sword.

He looked at the sword in his hand, then looked at Lian Jin, and said relaxedly:

"Please!"