Jianghu are all masters

71.

Pu Yangjing was on the roof.

Although he is good at lightness kung fu, he can't compare to the bird after all. The bird flew away long ago and disappeared. Where can he catch it?

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and it's been so long, why hasn't anyone come to him yet!

As he thought about it, he saw Lu Zhaoming coming back with an early breakfast. He said he was going to buy breakfast for his junior brother, but it really only bought two people.

It was only then that Pu Yangjing remembered that he hadn't eaten breakfast, he was holding back his anger, and seemed even angrier.

At this time, no one came to him!

The dog emperor really is the dog emperor.

Dog Emperor!

Pu Yangjing got off the roof by himself, and ran to the kitchen in desperation, wanting to get some food for himself, but Zhang Xiaoyuan was sitting outside the corridor eating steamed buns, looking at him curiously.

Pu Yangjing really didn't like the look in his eyes, but at this time Lu Zhaoming was on the sidelines, so he could only walk in with a cold face, but Wen Tingting was also in the kitchen, stared at him for a long time with wide eyes, and asked: "Puyang Dutong, where's your bird?"

Pu Yangjing: "..."

Wen Tingting couldn't hold back and whispered, "Can't even catch a bird?"

Before she finished speaking, Pu Yangjing turned around and walked out again with a blank expression.

Wen Tingting was stunned, and even called Pu Yangjing a few times, but Pu Yangjing didn't pay attention, she didn't understand what was going on, so she muttered in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

Zhang Xiaoyuan knew what was wrong.

Just now when Pu Yangjing turned his head to go out, he clearly saw the blown self-esteem from Puyang Jing's head.

The dignity of a man.

fragile.

"I think..." Zhang Xiaoyuan whispered, "He may have gone to the roof to catch birds again."

Wen Tingting: "..."

……

They sat in the kitchen for a while, Wen Tingting was busy roasting sweet potatoes with the hot ashes under the stove. Look at the stove, a piece of baked sweet potato that is looking forward to coming out of the oven.

He swallowed the last mouthful of steamed stuffed bun, and Lu Zhaoming asked him, "Are you finished?"

Zhang Xiaoyuan's mouth was full of steamed stuffed buns, he murmured in agreement and nodded.

"Okay." Lu Zhaoming said, "Then come out."

Zhang Xiaoyuan raised his head in a daze.

go out?The roasted sweet potatoes are not cooked yet, why go out?

He swallowed the steamed stuffed bun hastily, coughed a few times due to choking, and asked, "Brother, what's the matter?"

"You have been a beginner for some time." Lu Zhaoming said, "Yesterday, I wrote to Master, and Master asked me to urge you to practice martial arts."

Zhang Xiaoyuan: "..."

Almost forgot.

He came to learn martial arts as a teacher, not to watch the inexplicable emotional entanglements of the group of mysterious people around him.

But stovetop baked sweet potatoes...

Zhang Xiaoyuan whispered: "Brother, my feet hurt."

"I know." Lu Zhaoming nodded, "Master gave you a sword manual when you started."

After Zhang Xiaoyuan was worshiped as a teacher by his father, Wang Henian gave him a tattered copy of the sword manual of his school. Zhang Xiaoyuan did carry that sword manual with him every day, but until now...he hasn't even seen it. The third page.

These days, he was either catching thieves or watching the fun, and he took the time to collapse two houses in the middle, so how could he have time to read sword manuals.

But Zhang Xiaoyuan didn't dare to speak directly, he faltered, looked at Lu Zhaoming cautiously, and then said, "Look... I read some!"

He wanted to get away with it, but it was obviously not that easy.

"The second form of the first article, the Qi flows through the two meridians, and it is squandered vertically and horizontally, and the shape is strong." Lu Zhaoming looked at him with a slight frown, "Then what?"

Zhang Xiaoyuan: "..."

Zhang Xiaoyuan didn't even finish reading the first formula, he didn't see this sentence at all!

He looked into the eyes of the elder brother, and felt that today... probably he was going to die.

"Xing Duan Jin Zun... Jin Zun..." Zhang Xiaoyuan was so nervous that his brow was full of sweat, he didn't know what to do, he hesitated for a moment, and decided to die, at worst, go back and copy the sword manual a few times, anyway, he just didn't know what to do. remember--

Ding.

A familiar voice sounded, Zhang Xiaoyuan raised his head subconsciously, and saw a few words popping out of the head of Lu Zhaoming, whom he had never been able to see clearly.

"Qi is connected to the two meridians, and it is squandered vertically and horizontally, and the shape is strong, so the front is hidden, the sword moves with the heart, and the place where the heart reaches is the place where the sword reaches."

Zhang Xiaoyuan blurted out: "So the front is trying to hide—"

He stared at Lu Zhaoming, seeing that Lu Zhaoming's expression remained unchanged, he quickly read out the next few words.

Lu Zhaoming nodded slightly: "I'm not familiar with memorizing, go back and continue memorizing."

Zhang Xiaoyuan: "Yes..."

Zhang Xiaoyuan was full of doubts.

Senior brother...why did the sword manual suddenly appear?

Was he anxious because he saw that he couldn't recite it, and he couldn't help thinking about that sentence over and over again, so that his thoughts were so strong that he could see through it?

Lu Zhaoming added: "Today your foot injury is not healed, so you can't walk on the ground."

Zhang Xiaoyuan nodded hastily: "Senior brother! My feet still hurt, so I can't practice sword!"

Lu Zhaoming paused.

"Practicing the sword is a matter of hands." Lu Zhaoming said, "If you don't practice legwork, what does it have to do with your feet?"

Zhang Xiaoyuan: "Huh?"

"Your arms and wrists are too weak." Lu Zhaoming said, "When holding a sword, your hands must be unstable."

Zhang Xiaoyuan had some ominous premonition.

Lu Zhaoming: "Practice arm strength first today."

He looked left and right, collected materials locally, and brought the bucket from the kitchen, at least to ease the difficulty for Zhang Xiaoyuan, he only filled a small bucket of water and put it in front of Zhang Xiaoyuan.

Lu Zhaoming: "Half an hour."

Zhang Xiaoyuan had a bitter face: "Eldest brother..."

"It's useless to act like a baby." Lu Zhaoming said, "If you don't have enough time, you are not allowed to eat."

……

72.

Zhang Xiaoyuan felt that his hand was about to break.

The small half bucket of water was indeed not too heavy when he lifted it up for the first time, but after a long time, his whole arm was numb and sore, but as long as he relaxed a little, the hilt of the senior brother's sword would directly hit him on the back Waist——he should congratulate his elder brother for finally learning to be merciful, at least he didn't use much force when hitting him.

And Wen Tingting had already roasted the sweet potatoes, and sitting beside him was blowing the hot air to peel the skins, the aroma overflowed, penetrated into the tip of Zhang Xiaoyuan's nose, he just ate the buns, and he seemed to be hungry again.

He gritted his teeth and glanced at the senior brother. Lu Zhaoming knew what he wanted to say, and said directly: "A quarter of an hour."

What!Only a quarter of an hour has passed? !

Zhang Xiaoyuan was about to cry.

His arms weren't his anymore, and his nose didn't smell like his anymore.

Look, senior brother has been gentle with him for a few days now!He just forgot that Eldest Senior Brother is obviously a ruthless person who can trick him into wearing women's clothes without blinking an eye.

Zhang Xiaoyuan felt that if he didn't mention it for half an hour today, the elder brother really wouldn't give him food.

He was so wronged that he wanted to cry, but he could only grit his teeth and endure, and continued to stand upright.

Xiao Mobai, who took a bath and changed into clean clothes, took Zhao Chengyang's hand and walked out of the kitchen together.

Xiao Mobai smiled sweetly: "Ayang, if you leave my craft, how will you live?"

Zhao Chengyang also laughed with him: "I..."

Lu Zhaoming hit Zhang Xiaoyuan's back with the hilt of his sword, with little force, but his voice was extremely loud, which interrupted the conversation between the two, and said coldly: "Stand up straight."

Xiao Mobai seemed to have just seen the two of them in the courtyard, he frowned, and asked Zhao Chengyang: "Ah Yang, what do you want to eat?"

Zhao Chengyang said: "You decide, it's better to keep it simple."

Xiao Mobai rolled up his sleeves and walked into the kitchen to show off his cooking skills. Zhao Chengyang sat on the porch watching them, and after a while he asked, "Did Lu Shaoxia grow up in Fengji County?"

Lu Zhaoming responded coldly: "No."

Zhao Chengyang: "Then when did Shaoxia Lu come here?"

Zhang Xiaoyuan maintained his posture, squinting at the top of Zhao Chengyang's head with difficulty, Qi Chaoyun seemed to have told him about their master's school, Zhao Chengyang came here to inquire about his brother, Fengji County is not too big, if Lu Zhaoming is here Living here long enough... He should have seen the epidemic back then.

That is to say, Lu Zhaoming may be able to know something about the past, and he may be able to find clues.

Lu Zhaoming replied, "More than ten years ago."

"I heard that Master Ling is a chivalrous man who saved many people during the epidemic." Zhao Chengyang said cautiously, "Can Shaoxia Lu... take me to see Master Ling?"

Zhang Xiaoyuan felt nervous for a while.

If the senior brother agrees, and Zhao Chengyang sees the second senior brother, if there is any token between them, they will recognize each other, and Pu Yangjing is still worried about Zhao Chengyang's throne. Even if Zhao Chengyang is present, there is no guarantee that Puyang Jing will do something. .

He can't let the elder brother take Zhao Chengyang to see the master.

Zhang Xiaoyuan went all out.

He didn't think about anything, closed his eyes, lay back, and pretended to faint.

Lu Zhaoming replied: "No—"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly saw Zhang Xiaoyuan swaying back, as if he was about to faint, and the rest of his thoughts were scattered in his mind, he hurriedly reached out to help him, but he reacted quickly, wrapping his arms around Zhang Xiaoyuan's waist, and did not make Zhang Xiaoyuan fall to the ground , but the wooden barrel hit the ground, and half of the barrel was splashed out like a ladle, splashing him and Zhang Xiaoyuan all over their faces.

Zhang Xiaoyuan wanted to pretend to be dizzy, but when the water splashed on his face, he coughed so badly, if the senior brother knew that he was going to pretend to be dizzy, I'm afraid that today's dinner would really be gone.

He coughed and opened his eyes. He hadn't forced his appearance to be sick and haggard, but he saw a little worry in his usual flat and calm eyes, and his lips were slightly pursed, as if he was a little shocked.

Zhang Xiaoyuan blinked again.

Lu Zhaoming's face was close in front of his eyes.

He couldn't help calling out in a low voice: "Eldest brother..."

Lu Zhaoming interrupted him: "I'll help you go back first."

He gave Zhang Xiaoyuan a hand, Zhang Xiaoyuan's ankle was injured, and after standing for so long, his calf was trembling, Lu Zhaoming paused, and simply hugged him up.

Zhang Xiaoyuan felt that something was wrong.

But anyway, he interrupted Lu Zhaoming and Zhao Chengyang's words.

He pretended to be weak and turned his eyes sideways, not daring to look at Lu Zhaoming's face.

Then he saw—

Wen Tingting, who was eating sweet potatoes, silently put down the sweet potatoes in his hands and covered Pidun's eyes.