Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

The group came to a small building, Ji Yanran went to change clothes, and left Wang Xuebin and others to sit in the side hall.

"Is this place built by Yue Ji family?"

Wang Xuebin looked up and watched it around and asked with interest. This small building is exquisite and elegant everywhere, showing her daughter's thoughts, but there is no stingy at all.

When Long Yangjun heard Wang Xuebin's question, he replied with a smile:

"It was indeed supervised by Yue Ji family, and Guanlan also has architecture. What do you think and suggest?"

Wang Xuebin smiled and shook his head.

"Where do you need any suggestions? As for the landscape, Yue Ji is also a person with both talent and appearance!"

"Sir, I'm so ashamed of the little girl!"

Ji Yanran changed into a goose yellow long gown, her hair was scattered on her back, and a red golden phoenix tail ring gently closed, adding a bit of solemnity to her closeness, which had a unique flavor.

"Please tea!"

Ji Yanran waved her hand lightly, and several maids walked forward slowly with Ranran’s tea and presented fragrant tea to you. Then she lowered her eyebrows and looked down and stepped back slowly, showing her cultivation in her manners.

Long Yangjun picked up the tea and sipped it gently, looked up and asked:

"Sir, do you have important things to do when you come to Wei this time?"

Wang Xuebin put down the teacup after hearing this and replied with a smile:

"My couple traveled all the way to enjoy the mountains and rivers, enjoying the wind and the moon, and there was nothing important!"

When Mr. Long Yang heard this, he looked envious and said with longing:

"The gentleman and his wife are so free and easy, it is really enviable!"

Wang Xuebin looked at Long Yangjun and felt a little moved. It seemed that Long Yangjun had some unknown stories, and there was no history, and Wang Xuebin didn't know much about it.

Instead of asking questions in a blunt manner, he changed the subject and turned to look at Ji Yanran.

"I wonder what the girl is asking her to come here, so what's the price?"

Ji Yanran's authentic tea listened to the conversation between Long Yangjun and Wang Guanlan. Suddenly, he heard Mr. Guanlan ask a question, put down the teacup, slightly gathered the broken hair in his ears, and said happily:

"The little woman sincerely invites her here to come here because she wants to become a disciple!"

Wang Xuebin raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this.

"Miss wants to learn swordsmanship?"

Seeing Ji Yanran's hair lightly, Wang Xuebin shook his head and replied:

"To be honest, I have learned a lot and I am not proficient in swordsmanship. But I am familiar with swordsmanship. If I have time, you two can communicate. As for the matter of becoming a disciple, let's forget it!"

Ji Yanran's brows were lightly curled when she heard this, straightened her body, and asked in confusion:

"Does the little girl dislike the poor qualifications of her? Or is it that her swordsman's skills are private? The little girl really wants to learn swordsmanship after she gets a disciple!"

What Ji Yanran didn't notice was the red cheeks of Shanrou's three girls. The things taught by Wang Xuebin were easy to pass on to men, but there was some obstacle to pass on to women.

When pointing at the acupoints, it was made by using inches of gestures, and the Ren and Du meridians penetrated from front to back, from top to bottom.

How to teach?

Let Shanrou teach?

They hadn't learned it yet. Shanrou, who had the strongest qualification, had just felt aura, but it was still faintly visible, sometimes without any. From time to time, she also asked Wang Xuebin to remind and give advice, and it was still fast.

Wang Xuebin waved his hand directly and said seriously:

"I didn't make excuses. I learned swordsmanship in my early years, but I didn't specialize in it since then. I defeated the guards and only praised my courage with my strength. Others can't learn it!"

As soon as Wang Xuebin said this, everyone became curious. What Shanrou’s three girls were curious about was Wang Xuebin’s swordsmanship, and what Long Yangjun and Ji Yanran were curious about Wang Xuebin’s saying was that he used his strength to be brave.

Long Yangjun looked at Wang Xuebin and said:

"I wonder if Guanlan can compete with me? Let's just click on it for communication!"

When Long Yangjun said this, he attracted the praise of all the women. Seeing this, Wang Xuebin was not pretentious and stood up and said:

"Okay, since we are hard to refuse our affection, let's make friends with martial arts today, so let me learn the best swordsmanship in Wei State!"

Seeing this, Ji Yanran waved to open the table, and asked someone to take a few wooden swords over.

"I'll wait until today and communicate with the wooden sword to prevent the harm to the harmony!"

Wang Xuebin took the wooden sword, tried it, and clasped his fists and said:

"The girl is still thoughtful, so let's demonstrate the sword skills I have learned first, and then compete!"

Everyone nodded happily and gave up the hall.

Wang Xuebin stood and concentrated, holding the hilt of the sword in his left hand, the true qi flowed in his body, and his whole temperament became vivid in an instant.

Before, Wang Xuebin was just a handsome, elegant and steady gentleman.

Wang Xuebin is now a kind of ethereal and elegant temperament, and is both real and illusory. He is in front of him, but he seems to be separated by thousands of mountains and rivers.

The curtain in the hall is free of wind and the aura gradually becomes suppressed.

Long Yangjun and Ji Yanran were surprised to see this scene. Shanrou's three girls knew a little, knowing that this was the Langjun's urging technique.

Suddenly, Wang Xuebin moved, raised his sword, changed hands, stabbed straight, turned around and stabbed back, lifted up and down, and slashed smoothly in his moves, and the speed was rigorous in his steps, and the rules were rigorous in his steps, and the sword was with him.

The five people were surprised to see it. This was a way to advance the move that I had never seen before. This was a precedent for a faction!

A brown-red wooden sword suddenly danced into a ball, the green dragon went out to the sea, the clouds saw the sun, the hatred came late, the purple swallows penetrated the forest...

The storm in the room gradually became turbulent, and the tea cups on the table were dragged down by Wang Xuebin's sword wind, which scared them.

The boy holds firewood, the yellow dragon holds the tail, and the retraction style. After Wang Xuebin finished practicing the sword technique, the return energy was condensed and stood up. The wind and clouds gradually stopped, and the mouth was weak and breathed, and the breath was like a feather arrow, shooting for more than five meters.

He turned around and was about to speak, but his expression changed instantly. He immediately threw the wooden sword in his hand out of the hall. He saw the wooden sword flying two feet away and exploded suddenly in the lake. The fragments of the wooden sword splashed everywhere.

Fortunately, Wang Xuebin threw it in time and did not hurt anyone, otherwise it would be in trouble.

"Miss, I'm sorry. It's a great sin to have a tense on the next whim, and it's really a matter of destruction of the girl's lake view!"

Wang Xuebin looked at the lotus flowers in the lake that were broken by fragments and sighed with a pity.

When Wang Xuebin danced his sword, he was to show his ability, shock Long Yangjun, and eliminate some unnecessary calculations.

Another thing is that I haven’t danced a sword for a long time. On a whim, I forgot that the sword in my hand was just a wooden sword, which could not withstand the destruction of his true qi, so I did this.

Fortunately, his sixth sense was reliable, so this did not lead to a tragedy.

If Mu Jian exploded in the hall, one of these people would probably have to be disfigured. Then they would have to eat Wang Xuebin alive.

Ji Yanran nodded subconsciously when she heard Wang Xuebin's words. They had not yet come back to their senses from their surprise.

Seeing this, Wang Xuebin didn't care. He picked up a wooden sword again, looked at Long Yangjun and said:

"June has come to know the sword skills of the Lord. Let's communicate and let me see the style of the sword skills of the Kingdom of Wei!"

Wang Xuebin's words shocked Long Yangjun, and he hurriedly said:

"Hey! Guanlan's words are very wrong. The best sword technique in Wei State is this girl..."

As he said that, he gave up Ji Yanran beside him.

"It should be a battle between two strong men. I am the third best swordsman, so I will not be ashamed of myself and ashamed of myself!"

Ji Yanran rolled her eyes beautifully when she heard this, looked at Wang Xuebin with a pity and said:

"Mr.'s swordsman made the little girl feel even more itchy. I wonder how can I agree to the little girl's plea?"

Wang Xuebin smiled and said:

"To be honest, there is nothing that cannot be taught in swordsmanship alone, but you can see the problem. My swordsmanship is very different from the swordsmanship of different countries at present!"

Ji Yanran and Long Yangjun nodded in agreement, and Wang Xuebin explained:

"My sword technique also has requirements for swords, and it is not suitable for bronze swords!"

As he said that, he raised the wooden sword, with his left fingers flat on his left hand, and his right hand placed the center of gravity of the sword flat on his left finger, measuring the center of gravity of the sword.

"My sword technique requires that the sword heart of the sword be at the front of the sword grid, but the sword heart of the bronze sword is often at the point of the sword in the middle of the sword!"

Wang Xuebin gestded on the wooden sword, and Ji Yanran and others nodded thoughtfully.

Wang Xuebin continued:

"My sword skills are mainly chopping, hanging, tweeting, stabbing, pointing, picking, etc. Nowadays, sword skills in various countries are mainly chopping, cutting, stabbing, and horizontal. If you are used to using bronze swords, you will seem inappropriate when learning my sword skills!"

When Mr. Long Yang heard this, he asked thoughtfully:

"Then I wonder...what sword did Brother Guanlan use?"

Wang Xuebin was stunned when he heard this, and then smiled.

"I have never used a bronze sword!"

Long Yangjun looked like he suddenly realized, and he didn't know if he believed it or not.

Wang Xuebin looked at Ji Yanran's eager expression and said:

"My swordsmanship is useless. However, Neizi, who is outstanding in swordsmanship, is a master of Jixia Sword Saint. If the girl is interested, she can communicate with Neizi!"

Wang Xuebin shifted Ji Yanran's attention to Shanrou with one stroke. Both girls are sword lovers, so they must have a lot of common language!

Wang Xuebin is not in the mood to play with Ji Yanran for the time being.

All his thoughts are on Long Yangjun.

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It's not that thought, but... Forget it, everyone understands...

Since Wang Xuebin met Long Yangjun, the two of them had a confrontation with each other. In just half a day, they made a vague exchange of their goals, abilities, origins and other issues.

Wang Xuebin is soft and hard, and Long Yang Jun is sincere and loyal. Both of them know the other party’s position and weight. The next step depends on the King of Wei’s thoughts.

Wang Xuebin's interest is also here. He wants to see the position of Long Yangjun in the heart of King Wei, and what King Wei thinks about him.

If you want to use this to test the political situation of Wei, your position is always unified. Every person who hinders unity is his potential enemy. How can you not understand the enemy?