Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

Presumably, this person should be a poor nobleman. Although he has become a ranger, he still can't let go of his airs and is proud of his status as a son.

Wang Xuebin also went to see his martial arts competition, and it can only be said that it was clumsy, not even comparable to the original kindness.

But it's understandable when you think about it, Shanrou's teacher is the famous Jixia swordsman Cao Qiudao, who is the pinnacle of personal force in this era, and the closed disciple he likes is naturally not an ordinary person.

When Wang Xuebin returned home, he opened the door and entered the room. Xiaolan quickly stepped forward to take the food from Wang Xuebin's hand, and handed him a wet cloth towel to wipe his face.

Wang Xuebin took the wet towel and wiped his face indiscriminately, and asked:

"Where are the eldest sister and third sister?"

Shan Lan pointed to the practice room and said:

"Since coming to Handan, the eldest sister and the third younger sister haven't been out much!"

Wang Xuebin shook his head.

"It's okay, I'll go take a look!"

With that said, he opened the door and entered the practice room.

Chapter 152

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

He dug out the bed from under the cliff of Unfeeling Valley, where there are a lot of cold jade, Wang Xuebin got a piece specially for their sisters to practice.

It is summer now, with this cold jade in the house, it is very comfortable to stay in. There is also a small piece in the bedroom, but it is not as cool as this house.

Wang Xuebin didn't push the door directly, but knocked on the door.

"Is it Mr. Lang?"

A gentle voice came from the room.

"It's me, just me!"

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

There is a latch inside the door, the door can be locked from the inside, Shan Rou and the others always lock the door when they are in the house.

As soon as the door opened, Shanrou, who was dressed lightly, pulled Wang Xuebin into the room, and then closed the door.

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

Wang Xuebin looked at the two helplessly and said:

"You still have to sweat in summer, it's good for your body!"

Zhao Zhi puffed up his mouth and shouted mischievously:

"If the maid and concubine are sunburned, how can they please your husband~"

Wang Xuebin shook his head, and let them go, and when their internal strength is fully developed in the future, they won't stay here anymore.

"How did Uncle Zheng get in touch?"

They have not been idle for the past few days, they have been trying to contact their old friends and get news about Zhao Mu.

Shan Rou shook her head sadly.

"No one from the past is willing to contact us!"

Wang Xuebin smiled and comforted:

"Zhao Mu is powerful after all, who is willing to offend a prince who has power over the world for the daughter of an old friend?

Besides, although they refused to contact us, they didn't take credit for our whereabouts, did they?This kind of friendship is not shallow anymore! "

As he spoke, he hugged Shan Rou's shoulders and hugged her to sit on the ice bed.

Seeing this, Zhao Zhi also leaned forward and pillowed on Wang Xuebin's lap.

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

"Look, this is for you!"

Shan Rou took the silk and opened it to see, it was a map of the mansion, the names and purposes of each palace were clearly marked.

"This is?"

Shanrou looked at the map and couldn't believe it, and asked in surprise.

Wang Xuebin nodded and said:

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

Zhao Mu is not a historical figure, but a native figure in this world. According to rumors, he has a love affair with King Zhao. He is the Marquis of Julu in Zhao State.

The Juluhou Mansion occupies a large area, like a small city, with an outer city wall that is two to five meters high.

Zhao Mu himself lives in the inner city, with more than a thousand family members and servants, and the inner structure is even more intricate. Even the people in the Hou Mansion don't know the whole picture, so it is not easy to get such a map.

Zhao Zhi Wenyan snatched the map and looked at it.

Shanrou didn't care if the map was robbed, she hugged Wang Xuebin, her gentle body pressed against Wang Xuebin's weakness, her expression was a little ferocious in excitement.

Wang Xuebin patted her shoulder lightly and asked:

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

Shanrou's face was ferocious, and she said in a sinister tone:

"Wait a little longer, wait a little longer, Zhao Mu alone can't pay off the 180 people in my Shan family, I want his family to be ruined!"

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

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

With red eyes, Shanrou said fragilely:

"Lang Jun, I really don't want him to die so easily. I want him to lose all his power and become a slave. Am I a bad person to see him lose what he values ​​most?"

Wang Xuebin patted her on the back and said:

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

Shanrou couldn't help being moved when she heard the words. In this era, there are really not many people like Wang Xuebin.

Shanrou hugged Wang Xuebin, greedily enjoying Wang Xuebin's love, but Wang Xuebin felt something was wrong, his crotch felt a little hot and humid, which was very awkward, he looked down, and it turned out to be Zhao Zhi.

Zhao Zhi listened to the conversation between the eldest sister and the man, and couldn't help but shed tears, which wet Wang Xuebin's clothes, making him feel very awkward.

He hugged Zhao Zhi and let her lean in his arms, silently loving her.

At this time, the door was opened, and Shan Lan came in, looked at the three people who were embracing each other, and said with pouting:

"Okay, I'm working hard to cook, but you are in Xuanyin, I won't do it if I steal food again!"

Shan Lan is a small sect of the Shan family. She was raised outside since she was a child. She has no relationship with the Shan family, and the hatred is not too deep. At this time, she still does not change her lively nature.

Shanrou smiled and said softly:

"We're talking about business, how can there be Xuanyin!"

Shanlan narrowed her eyes and looked at Wang Xuebin, pointed at his crotch and said:

"It's all wet..."

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

"This is tears, I got wet by accident!"

The corner of Shanlan's mouth twitched:

"Tch, you are in the arms of the gentleman, how could your tears flow there, don't fool me!"

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

The three of Wang Xuebin looked at each other and laughed.

"Let's go, I guess the meal is ready."

As Wang Xuebin said, he hugged them out of bed.

After eating, the four of them went back to the practice room to escape the heat and talked about the latest gossip.

"In the past two days, there is a young master Hongying who is competing with swords. Do you want to go and see?"

Shanrou became interested when she heard the words.

"Oh? Swordsmanship? How's your swordsmanship?"

Wang Xuebin smacked his lips and said:

"I have no idea, anyway, I'm not as strong as you!"

Shanrou's interest remained undiminished when she heard the words, and said:

"When will it start, I want to see it!"

Wang Xuebin smiled when he saw this.

"Then pack it up, you won't be able to go out in such a dress!"

The three daughters never shy away from Wang Xuebin, and the weather was hot, so they only wore a translucent silk dress, which was very cool.

It's fun to wear at home, but it's inappropriate to wear it when you go out. It should be more solemn. Wang Xuebin doesn't like grasslands.

The three girls dressed up, followed Wang Xuebin out, and went straight to Wuzhi Ranch, where the sword competition was held, presumably Wuzhi also had the intention of promoting fame.

According to Wang Xuebin's knowledge, this Wuzhi's life is not easy.

Zhao Guo has been fighting for years, and the treasury has been empty, and the population has been severely damaged. Although he made some money back when he invaded Qin, he still cannot make ends meet.

Therefore, Zhao Wang, under the reminder of Julu Hou Zhao Mu, set his sights on this world-famous merchant, and has been thinking about scraping some oil from Wuzhi to make up for Zhao's deficit.

Wuzhi during this period has been suffering unspeakably.

A few years later, Lu Buwei of the Qin State could seduce Wu Zhi and his wealth with a simple hook-up, and it was not without wind and waves.

The sword is the king of a hundred soldiers, and it is the most chic and elegant dance.

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

Fighting skills in the rivers and lakes and fighting on the battlefield are two concepts. The competition in the rivers and lakes is about the level of skill, and the competition in the battlefield is about bravery. These are two concepts.

Most of the swords in the Warring States period are broad swords, holding the sword in both hands, and the swordsmanship does not look elegant, but at this time, the swordsmanship is powerful and heavy, paying more attention to the transformation of body shape, and it looks unique.

"Lang Jun, which of the two of them do you think can win?"

When the figures of the two people in the arena changed, their swords clashed with each other, only for a moment, and then their figures separated from each other.

Wang Xuebin looked anxious.

"These two are chattering. They are not straightforward at all. The flaws are made. Waiting for the other party to make mistakes is the worst choice!"

Wang Xuebin looked at the stage and couldn't stop complaining, and Wen Yan Shanrou beside her laughed out loud. Although she didn't study the Nine Yin Manual for a long time, her vision was different, so she naturally understood Lang Jun's point of view. mean.

But when the couple chatted, people with long ears could not hear them. There was a ten-year-old boy in front of them. Hearing what the two of them said, he turned around and stared at them angrily.

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

Hearing this, Wang Xuebin frowned, looked at this 'boy', and then stopped thinking about it. This is a little girl disguised as a man, only fifteen or sixteen years old, exactly Mu Shaoai's age.

A young man like Lian Jin who is handsome, unrestrained and a bit melancholic is the most lethal to the girl, so he will naturally speak out in defense.

You know, people in later generations will even slander the national government for a little masculinity. It's just an insult, so he doesn't care about it.

But if he can bear it, it doesn't mean that others can bear it.

"Tch, is he worthy of being compared with Mr. Lang? Even my sister can't beat him, a small place is a small place, I don't know much!"

Shanlan is a sharp-tongued girl, and she can't bear to see others underestimate her husband, so she just broke up.

As soon as these words came out, Wang Xuebin knew that this matter was going to be difficult, and he was ready to accept the move.

Sure enough, as soon as the winner was decided on the stage, the girl disguised as a man ran up and whispered to Lian Jin, while pointing at Wang Xuebin and the others.

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

"Brother, you're being polite, I'm in the next Jin Dynasty, and I haven't asked for advice..."

Lian Jin's etiquette is thoughtful, Wang Xuebin will not be rude, and he returns:

"My lord, Guanlan, came from the state of Qi. Passing by here, I was lucky enough to see the nobleman compare swords. I really benefited a lot!"

"Oh? It turned out to be Brother Guanlan. I heard that Brother Guanlan is proficient in swordsmanship. I wonder if I can give you some advice?"