Quick time travel villain breeding manual

Chapter 183 The Young Master Is So Proud (19)

Such enthusiastic eyes made me a little at a loss, but these two people didn't look like they were going to take the initiative to truce and surrender. Since they want a decision, then I will give them a decision.

Half a year ago, after the battle between me and Jiangcheng, Jiangcheng's swordsmanship has improved a lot. I must have realized a lot during this period of time, but I am destined to be crushed by a guy who has cheated.

I glanced at the old man in black robe with dark eyes, and suddenly I had other plans in my mind.

I smiled slightly, and said to them on the ring: "I don't want to watch you two fight for three days and three nights here, why don't we make an interesting bet, if the two of you can spend the time together If you can cut off a piece of my sleeve with a sword, the position of the master of the Zhengrong Pavilion is at the discretion of the two of you."

I tapped my toes lightly, and my steps landed in the middle of the arena. I put one hand behind my back, and the other hand made an invitation. I bent slightly and said with a smile.

As soon as this statement came out, the onlookers who were half asleep and half awake woke up and sat down in a leisurely manner, calling the servants in the building to fill up the tea, and the real fun had just begun.

The little girl with two hibiscus flowers on her head squinted her eyes and smiled when she heard the words, showing two canine teeth. Although she was born much more cute and cute than ordinary children, she looked like an ordinary child.

But looking at her skeleton and appearance, she is not a child of six or seven years old, at least sixteen or seventeen years old. I don't know why her skeleton doesn't grow anymore.

Such a swordsmanship that has been tempered and tempered can only be honed in killing and blood, so how could it come from the hands of a six or seven-year-old child.

She smiled sweetly, "Leng Yue has long wanted to compete with the pavilion master, and he doesn't want to fight with the stinky big brother."

I subconsciously looked at Jiang Cheng, but his face was pale, his eyes were cold and indifferent, and there was no superfluous expression.Just like a person who is dying.

I moved my neck and wrist, my bones creaked, I smiled lightly, and waved, "Then, let's start. It's been a long time since I've fought, so it's time to move your muscles."

However, my opponents are obviously not gentlemen. Before I finished speaking, the two swords, one on the left and one on the right, have already fallen.My figure flashed, my waist bent into an incredible arc, and I slid quickly, avoiding the attacks of the two.

What followed was a more intensive attack. Both of them gave up their defense and used all their abilities to attack. The only thing in the world of martial arts is speed. I could have directly knocked them out with pure strength, but this is obviously It is disrespect to these two swordsmen who study speed.

Jiangcheng's martial arts swords are dazzling, and the blade is hidden behind the sword flowers, waiting for an opportunity to force out my flaws.

And Leng Yue's Mo Xie sword has a coldness, or killing intent, which is a deterrent accumulated over the years of killing people, but it is not very useful to me.

The situation became that I mobilized my lightness skills and relied on my intuition to avoid the tricky angle attacks of the two of them. The sword moves of the two changed more and more frequently. Dugu Nine Swords, Tai Chi Sword, and Moye Swordsmanship, these three swordsmanship's attacks, combined the strengths of a hundred schools of thought, and they couldn't be more suitable for them.

Just when I was distracted and admiring the two of them, Jiang Cheng made a false move from my shoulder to my waist, and Leng Yue also flashed from my side to my back. There was a tacit understanding.

unavoidable.

If this continues, either Jiang Cheng will cut off my sleeve, or Leng Yue will cut off my other sleeve from behind. In short, I can no longer hide.

I lowered my waist, lifted my leg and kicked Jiang Cheng's wrist. This palm contained seven points of internal force, and he could only avoid it. While retracting my leg, my hand grabbed Leng Yue's ankle and threw her straight. out.

When the proud son of heaven falls into the mortal world, it must be very painful.

Leng Yue's body smashed a big hole on the ground of the martial arts arena, and the dust and smoke filled the air.

Jiang Cheng raised his sword and rushed towards me quickly, his pale face was glowing reddish, as if a small flower suddenly bloomed on his withered body.

With a move of shape-changing, I held Jiang Cheng's wrist, and his eyes were full of undisguised surprise. At the same time, I broke his wrist, and the sword fell.

For a swordsman, when there is no sword in his hand, it means the end of the competition.

At this time, a stick of incense had just been burned, and one fell down and the other sat on the ground, the outcome was self-evident.

A long silence followed, followed by thunderous cheers and applause.

In fact, it is not honorable for me to win. If I were an ordinary human being in this world, I would definitely not be able to win against Leng Yue and Jiang Cheng, but as it happens, I am not.

I jumped lightly, landed on the stands, turned around and said to them: "If you two are not convinced, you should rest for a few days and fight again when your body recovers. If you admit defeat at this time, you can do it now." Just leave. Your strength is not as good as mine, and if you continue to fight, it will be futile."

To my surprise, Leng Yue wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, stood up from the piece of broken wood, and said: "I can't tolerate others being stronger than me, I want to recognize you as my teacher."

As soon as this remark came out, she stretched out her hand to block me with a frosty face, and said, "Miss Leng, don't push yourself too hard, our pavilion master is not someone who can learn art from a teacher as long as you want, it's too contemptuous of you to do so." We are in the Zhengrong Pavilion."

On the contrary, Leng Yue sneered, with a ferocious look on her face, willful and capricious, she looked up at one of the men in black hiding in the dark, that is, the old man with dark eyes, and said, "Grandpa, I want to be the master of the Zhengrong Pavilion." Be my master, quickly order her, didn't you say that Zhengrong Pavilion is our servant?"

As soon as she said this outrageous statement, all the members looked very unhappy, but they were not angry or angry, but rather calm. It was the expression of a killer before killing someone, and he regarded life and death as nothing.

The audience was filled with chilling silence, there is no doubt that as long as I give an order, it will be the time of Leng Yue's death, but I am used to being a pity person, although I am a fake loli, but I am so good-looking, I am dead What a pity.

But to my surprise, because of Chonghua's death, I had been brooding about it before, and Yangzhou, who had eyes that were not eyes and a nose that was not my nose, had bulging veins at this time, holding three silver needles in his hand.

Hmm... Accepting an apprentice who will have blood feud with him in the future is asking for trouble.

I am not like that guy Wu Ya, who brought Chuxue to Zhengrong Pavilion, and also took great interest in cultivating his future enemies to be strong.

The shady old man stood up abruptly, took out a golden bell from his sleeve, and shook it slowly, the sound of the bell was very common in my ears, but after Leng Yue heard the sound of the bell, But subconsciously, his face turned pale, and he stood up straight.

Yang Zhou said softly: "Pavilion Master, this is the way to train a domestic dog. As long as you ring the bell, the domestic dog will do things according to the order." The words fell into Wanran's ears, and she sneered: "So it's just A well-behaved puppy who wags its tail and begs for mercy."

"Enough, Wanran." I think that if Wanran continues to speak, if Leng Yue is angry, it is not impossible for her to be pierced with a sword. Since ancient times, many people have died because of talking too much.

Jiang Cheng stood up slowly, walked towards me, stood under the stands, and said, "I want to stay, Pavilion Master. I don't know if I am qualified, but I have already understood that the strength between me and Pavilion Master is not on the same level."

I turned my head to Wanran and said, "Let him stay on the [-]th floor as your assistant."

With that said, I left the arena.This was originally a fight to re-select the master of the Zhengrong Pavilion, and it was a fight to the death, but I never thought it would become a fight where I crushed the contestants.

But I also have my considerations, that is to take the opportunity to make a splash, let the six families realize that in the eyes of everyone in Zhengrong Pavilion, I am the one that people want, and it is impossible to try to control this place again something happened.

What kind of panic this will cause is not in my consideration, because I know that Shangguan Xia Jin will help me, that is his promise to me.

Leng Yue left Zhengrong Pavilion with the members of the six great families, and the pavilion resumed its previous busyness. In order to destroy the Murong family and Ximen family that made weapons in one fell swoop, there was a lot of information to be investigated and a lot of preparations to be done. Do.

The person in charge of the weapon department of Zhengrong Pavilion is Murong Qian, a 40-year-old middle-aged man with well-developed limbs and a complicated mind.

Here in the capital, when a brick is dropped, it may hit the head of a member of a big family. Murong Chian is a servant of the Murong family. Later, half of the sole of his right foot was broken. It is not known what happened.

He was sent to Zhengrong Pavilion by the Murong family to supervise weapons.Weapons, things that kill people, are used in the hands of killers, and they are considered to be used to the best of their ability.

Murong Qian was called to the 31st floor by Chu Ge, and there were people from the news office who were in charge of writing and drawing on the side, and roughly drew the geographical layout of Murong's family's ordnance manufacturing plant, so that it would be easier for spies to find the core location when they went to inquire. .

From Murong Qian's mouth, the people in the news office got a general idea of ​​the situation of the ordnance factory.

The ordnance factories of the Murong family and the Ximen family are close together, and the internal layout is roughly the same. A hundred years ago, the two patriarchs were like-minded and regarded each other as confidantes. Therefore, even a hundred years later, the two families are still closely connected.

The weapons produced by the ordnance factory can be mainly divided into long soldiers, short soldiers and gunpowder.

According to the purpose, it is divided into offensive weapons and protective equipment, and offensive weapons can be divided into three categories: fighting, long-range shooting and body guards.

According to the types of combat arms, it can be divided into military weapons and city attack and defense weapons.Yunchao relied on the dangers of mountains and rivers, supplemented by the barriers of the Great Wall, and had few waterways, so it did not produce waterway weapons.

Out of precaution, the ordnance factory was built in the mountains, and the original natural cave was widened to obtain a place with more suitable humidity and temperature.Outposts were set up in a five-mile radius, and the patrols were loose and tight.Once any change occurs, this area will be completely blocked.

Make the mold for casting, put it in the kiln and dry it by fire; adjust the materials needed for casting swords, such as tin, copper, and lead; after the smelting raw materials are mixed, put them into the crucible for refining; cast the sword mold; install Attachment, sharpen the blade.

An hour later, the questioning ended. When he was about to go out, Murong Chian stiffened his back and asked, "Isn't the pavilion master afraid that I will tip off Murong's family?"

I shook my head silently, smiled lightly, and said, "Isn't it enough that the Murong family has done you bad enough? Your family has been the servants of the Murong family for generations. Your parents are, and your future children will also be, for generations to come." Slavery. The half of your foot was lost for Murong Ren, the young master of the Murong family, and you became permanently disabled. The girl you were close to was humiliated and died, and was sent to the death building. If you want to inform them, then It's not compassion, it's stupidity."

Murong Qian also smiled, a bright smile appeared on his swarthy face, revealing his white teeth, "It is said that the pavilion master has done his best, and there is no need for anyone who doesn't trust him, so he has already checked out my younger brother's details. Zhengrong Pavilion is a good place for me, I am a swordsmith, and all my life, as long as I can forge weapons, that's enough."

After saying that, he walked out of the room with a dejected back, closed the door gently, and walked down the stairs.

A tall man seven feet tall, but surprisingly careful.

For the rest of my life, I also have something to do, and that is to destroy the remaining six families of the Seven Great Aristocrats, so that everyone in Zhengrong Pavilion can have a safer shelter. Let revenge.

Betrayers must have the consciousness of going to hell.

There is one last thing, that is to kill Shangguan Xia Jin, I don't like the feeling of being cheated around, like a fool.

Those thirteen fan bones are painful and unforgettable, and I will never forget them in this life.

I still don't know at this time, in the Shangguan Mansion thousands of miles away...

A Yue led more than 100 embroiderers to sew wedding dresses, pearls from the South China Sea, colored gemstones from the Western Regions, transparent crystals and colored glazes, gold and silver threads, bird feathers, and the most precious things in the world. They were collected together for a unparalleled Fengguan Xiapei.

Ever since Qianfan's bodyguard came to Shangguan, Ah Yue has seen with her own eyes that the young master never eats the fireworks of the world. Gradually, she has emotions, joy, sorrow and anger. She must take her with her wherever she goes, Uselessly pretending that she is just a weak girl with no power to restrain her.

Qian Fan's bodyguard appeared in the Shangguan Mansion out of thin air, but the young master made everyone remember her "identity", the young master's personal bodyguard.

For Young Master, Qianfan's bodyguards are different after all.

After the Qianfan guards left, the young master became colder and colder again, as if he was separated from the whole world, he looked at everyone as if they were ants, he dismissed them, and sometimes he didn't even give a single glance.

But fortunately, the young master seems to have found Qianfan's guard, and the young master is finally married, which can be regarded as fulfilling the long-cherished wish of the old Patriarch and the old lady...

"I don't know, did Qianfan's guards find out about her past?"

(End of this chapter)