The prince is very fierce

On the fifth day of the winter month, three days after the birthday banquet of King Wu, the small bridges and flowing waters in Hangzhou were covered with a layer of silver again.

During the three days, Xu Buling did not continue to investigate the movements of King Wu's mansion. Every day, he took Lu Hongluan and Xiao Qi to visit the major scenic spots in Hangzhou. By the way, he picked some small gifts for the girls at home, such as poetry collections, rouge, jewelry, etc., and did not forget to bring some Hangzhou specialties to Xiao Manzhi.

The light snow fell densely between the eaves of the buildings. On the lakeside street full of the charm of the water town, Xu Buling was wearing a white robe like snow, holding an oil-paper umbrella, and picking various novel items on the street.

Nightingale wore a black jacket, and some snowflakes fell on her hip-length braids. Her slender body was holding a pile of wooden boxes. She could not even see the road clearly, and had to tilt her head hard to avoid walking into the West Lake.

Nightingale's big eyes, full of spirit, showed a rare sense of grievance. Looking at Xu Buling with his hands empty, she whispered:

"Sir, I know I was wrong..."

"What was wrong?"

"Everything was wrong..."

"Hmph—no sincerity."

"At that time, Madam Lu said she wanted to go in and take a look. You know Madam's temper. If I don't let her in, she will definitely be suspicious. Then you will suffer. It's better now..."

Xu Buling was a little helpless and rubbed his old waist, which was still a little painful: "What's good? You ignored me for two days. If you encounter such a thing in the future, remember to cough..."

"I know, sir."

Nightingale walked under Xu Buling's umbrella and showed a sweet smile.

Xu Buling couldn't do anything about this little girl. He shook his head gently, raised his hand to take a few wooden boxes, and continued walking along the lakeside street.

Two days ago, he fought with his father-in-law Zhu Liu and sank a pleasure boat. Although he did not fall into a hard fight, Xu Buling was obviously beaten one-sidedly. It was also the first time that he realized that he still had room for improvement.

Looking at the beautiful snowy lake, Xu Buling thought for a while and said softly:

"Nightingale, you read books in there. Have you ever learned about the kung fu of floating on water?"

Talking about martial arts, Nightingale suddenly became interested. It was rare for a young master to ask for advice. After thinking about it, he answered seriously:

"The kung fu of floating on water is more famous, including Wudang's "Tiyunzong" and Buddhism's "Yiweidujiang", etc. They are all advanced martial arts of the inner family. Among them, the best ones are Jia Gonggong in the palace, Wudang Killing God Chen Daozi, and Longhushan Zhang Buzheng. There was also a wild Taoist Wu You in the past. It is said that he could run faster than Chen Daozi, but he only knows Qinggong. The rest is average. I don't know where he went. Anyway, there are few people who are famous for this..."

Xu Buling nodded gently. Eighty percent of the martial artists in the Jianghu follow the external martial arts. Internal martial arts are mysterious and difficult to master. There are few masters who can teach, and naturally fewer people learn. The "Crane Capture Hand" and "White Snake Spits Tongue" he used are all internal martial arts moves, but he was too brave and aggressive in the past, and he only learned killing moves, and looked down on other moves, and he really didn't study them carefully.

After listening to Nightingale's detailed explanation, Xu Buling asked: "Do you know it?"

Nightingale blinked her big eyes, showing a little pride: "I know everything you know, and I know everything you don't know. But the skill of floating on the water is flashy and impractical. It hurts your body to force yourself to hold your breath for too long, and you may not swim as fast as a master. The only advantage is that you don't get your clothes wet. Why do you learn this?"

Xu Buling coughed lightly, looked around a few times, and whispered:

"It's all about being handsome, why bother so much, find a place to try it."

Nightingale suddenly realized, holding a pile of wooden boxes, and Xu Buling came to a secluded place by the lake. There were willow forests all around, and it was so cold that no tourists came. Only a few pleasure boats could be seen from afar on the lake.

The two put down their things, and the little nightingale clapped her hands, gathered her skirt and tied it around her waist, then took a long breath, and then walked lightly but quickly, rushing directly out of the shore and onto the lake.

Tap, tap, tap——

The embroidered shoes made circles of ripples on the water, the big braids fluttered in the wind in the snowflakes, and the thin figure ran a big circle on the calm lake outside the willow forest in the blink of an eye, without falling into the water. The scene was both chic and beautiful.

Xu Buling stood with his hands behind his back holding an oil-paper umbrella. After looking carefully for a moment, he nodded slightly, as if he had realized something.

Nightingale returned to the shore quickly. Because treading water requires one to do it all at once, it obviously took a lot of effort. Her little face was red with a few beads of sweat, and she smiled like she was offering a treasure:

"Sir, how is it?"

"Not bad, not bad..."

Xu Buling nodded and praised a few words, put down the oil-paper umbrella, and then raised his hand to take a breath.

Nightingale glanced at it, stepped back a few steps, and used the oil-paper umbrella to block himself and the wooden box.

Bang——

After a loud bang, two pits were left where Xu Buling stood. His figure turned into a white rainbow and soared into the sky. The cold wind tore at his white robe. After falling on the lake and symbolically stepping on it a few times, he crashed into the lake, raising a splash of more than two feet high...

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A short hour later, in the Xiao family's courtyard.

Xu Buling sat on the soft couch next to the brass heater, wrapped in a blanket, with a slightly embarrassed expression.

Lu Hongluan stood behind Xu Buling with a towel, wiping his long hair, and said in a puzzled manner:

"Ling'er, why did you go swimming in the lake in the middle of winter? Did someone fall into the water and you went to help?"

Xu Buling coughed lightly, raised his hand to shoo away Nightingale who was trying not to laugh, and explained softly:

"Well... I finally came to Hangzhou, and I don't know when I will come next time. It would be a pity if I don't swim in the West Lake..."

"Really..."

Mrs. Lu knew that Xu Buling's martial arts skills were almost unrivaled and there was no way he would slip and fall into the water, so she could only believe this explanation. He frowned and said:

"The dignified prince of the feudal lord went to take a wild bath and was laughed at to death if people saw him. This will not be allowed in the future. Apart from other things, what should I do if I catch a cold..."

"I know..."

Xu Bu Ling's face showed a rare hint of frustration. He was born with strong muscles and strong bones, and he was as good as a tiger when he went to the outside world. However, when practicing this skill that relies on internal strength and cleverness, it is easy to lose control of his strength and exert too much force. It is just like an old woman wearing armor or a general doing embroidery. It is very awkward. However, the talent for practicing martial arts is here. You can master it after practicing about ten times.

After staying in the room for a while, Xiao Qi's guard suddenly ran in and said that Prince Wu's Mansion had sent someone to bring the jade back.

Xu Buring knew that King Wu must have finished drawing the map, and he would probably leave for Bodhi Island soon to look for something very important. After changing his clothes, he got up and went to the living room. He thought it would be Song Yulou or Han Xianchu who came to return the jade, but he didn't expect that the person sitting in the living room waiting was a middle-aged Confucian scholar in a scholar's robe. The one who chased him on the lake...