Jianghu are all masters

156.

Lu Zhaoming's wound was pressed for a long time, but the bleeding still couldn't be stopped.

Zhang Xiaoyuan was a little panicked. After all, he rarely saw such a scene. A fall and a twisted foot would be a serious injury to him, but Lu Zhaoming pressed the wound and pressed his hand together. Although he was flustered, he also Can't take it back.

Jiang Jianyu had brought the medicine powder over, he also felt a little strange, frowned and asked, "Why can't the bleeding be stopped?"

Only then did Hua Liuque suddenly think of Lu Yanfeng's sword, he was a little anxious, and hurriedly said: "It's the sword of the little uncle."

"Sword?" Jiang Jianyu asked, "What happened to the sword?"

"Little Martial Uncle's sword is made of cold iron, I'm afraid it's the only one in the rivers and lakes." Hua Liuque frowned, "I'm afraid it won't be so easy to heal the wound from the cold iron."

Zhang Xiaoyuan was very nervous. After all, the wound was on the elder brother's body, so he couldn't help worrying. Besides, there were many strange weapons in the Jianghu. He asked Hua Liuque: "It's just that the wound is hard to heal?"

Hualiuque frowned: "I don't know either..."

Zhang Xiaoyuan stood up: "I'll ask Senior Mei and Lu Yanfeng."

Lu Zhaoming still held his hand, pulled him lightly, and said to him, "No need to go."

Jiang Jianyu followed and started laughing.

"Xiao Yuan, this is a competition between famous and decent sects. There are so many vicious methods." Jiang Jianyu said, "Lu Yanfeng hurt his leg, the head of the Mei family must take care of him at the first moment, and after a while, he should The medicine for the cold iron injury is about to be delivered."

Zhang Xiaoyuan was startled, and felt... It seemed that this was the case, that he was too impatient.

He was a little embarrassed, coughed, and said, "I...I just..."

"It's chaos if you care about it!" Hua Liuque showed an expression that I understood, "We understand!"

Zhang Xiaoyuan looked at the top of Hualiuque's head, where as expected, the words Hualiuque said many times appeared.

"Among the same teachers, those who live together day and night, I understand too well!"

Zhang Xiaoyuan: "..."

and many more.

Hua Liuque understands so well, why doesn't he understand Lu Yanfeng? !

……

In less than a cup of tea, Mei Ling'an really ordered Ke Xingwen to bring the medicine.

Probably because of Mei Ling'an's order, Ke Xingwen apologized for Lu Zhaoming again and again for Lu Yanfeng, saying that the real sword should not be used in the competition, and no matter in terms of seniority or age, Lu Yanfeng is better than Lu Zhaoming. Being older, Mei Len'an was probably afraid that when the news got out, outsiders would gossip about Lu Yanfeng bullying the young, so he was very polite, and Zhang Xiaoyuan was a little speechless.

Eldest brother just got a cut on his hand, Lu Yanfeng might not even think about walking in the next few days.

But it's good, at least for the next few days, you don't have to listen to Lu Yanfeng.

Zhang Xiaoyuan didn't want to worry about Lu Yanfeng's love life, he just wanted to wait until Mei Ling'an's birthday in the Sanhua Palace was over, and after everyone left the Sanhua Palace, they would write a fresh copy of the secrets of Jianghu, and then cheat some more from the shopkeeper. money back.

The medicine powder Ke Xingwen brought stopped the bleeding quickly, and he took out several boxes of plasters from his arms, handed one of them to Lu Zhaoming, and said, "This medicine promotes muscle growth and scar removal, and Master specially asked me to give it to Lu Shaoxia. "

Lu Zhaoming: "..."

Lu Zhaoming obviously wasn't someone who didn't care if he had a scar on his body or not. Holding the box of plaster, he was a little at a loss, and turned to look at Zhang Xiaoyuan, only to see Ke Xingwen handing Zhang Xiaoyuan another box of ointment.

Ke Xingwen: "Zhang Shaoxia, Master gave you this."

Zhang Xiaoyuan was full of doubts: "For me?"

Ke Xingwen: "Master said you asked him about the beauty cream he used."

Zhang Xiaoyuan: "...huh?"

He also asked this question?

when?

157.

In the middle of the night, after Zhang Xiaoyuan washed and changed his clothes, he crossed his legs on the bed and opened the sword manual. On the sword manual, there was the box of beauty cream that Mei Lingan gave him. thing.

For Sanhua Palace to undertake such an important event, there are really not enough rooms in the sect, and he lived with Lu Zhaoming again. Seeing that he was reading the sword manual, Lu Zhaoming had already moved a chair over, just waiting for him to ask questions.

Zhang Xiaoyuan was staring at the box of nourishing cream with his hands folded in a daze.

He really couldn't think of it, so he simply threw the beauty cream aside, lay down on the bed, flipped through a few pages of sword manuals, looked at Lu Zhaoming, and asked, "Brother, does the wound hurt?"

Lu Zhaoming shook his head.

Zhang Xiaoyuan was very impressed.

With such a big wound and so much blood, if this sword had been drawn on him, he would have started crying a long time ago.

Zhang Xiaoyuan thought about it, and felt that the senior brother might be rather dull and slow to react, so he didn't feel the pain.

But that's not right either.

When competing with others, Lu Zhaoming's reaction was not slow at all.

Zhang Xiaoyuan propped his chin and thought for a while, and felt that something was wrong, but his martial arts were low, he didn't know whether his guess was right or not, he still couldn't hold back his mouth, and asked again: "Brother, when you competed with Lu Yanfeng today, Could have avoided his sword?"

At any rate, he had seen Lu Zhaoming make several shots. Lu Zhaoming reacted very quickly. He shouldn't be able to avoid Lu Yanfeng's last sword. What's more, the senior brother also has the bonus of luck. Even if Lu Yanfeng's martial arts is high, he can hurt He shouldn't be so easy.

Lu Zhaoming replied: "Yes."

Zhang Xiaoyuan frowned: "You could have been spared."

Lu Zhaoming said softly, "Uncle Master once taught me a word."

Zhang Xiaoyuan asked: "What?"

Lu Zhaoming: "Big trees attract the wind."

Zhang Xiaoyuan was stunned for a moment before he understood the meaning of Lu Zhaoming's words.

There were so many people watching the competition in front of the Sanhua Palace, everyone knew that Lu Yanfeng was ranked 31st, even if he was alone, he would still be in the top [-], and Lu Zhaoming was only a young man in his early twenties .

During the martial arts conference, most of the contestants were young disciples from various sects, and there was no one else whose martial arts were as strong as Lu Yanfeng. At that time, Lu Zhaoming would win them if he won them. Everyone just thought that Wang Henian's disciples were young and promising, but Lu Yanfeng It's different, if Lu Zhaoming won him easily without hurting him, maybe in a few days, this matter will be known to everyone in the world, and everyone will know who Lu Zhaoming is.

Zhang Xiaoyuan couldn't help but think of the words above the senior senior brother's head when he first met him.

Nobody.

With his skill, if he never concealed it, he should never be unknown.

Zhang Xiaoyuan felt very strange.

If there is a young disciple with extremely high martial arts in an ordinary sect, I'm afraid that sect would like to publicize it to everyone in the world, so as to recruit some disciples, but the martial arts of the senior brother is so high, the master never publicizes it to the outside world Forget it, the uncle wants him to be careful and keep a low profile, so as not to attract attention?

Based on Zhang Xiaoyuan's understanding of this arena, Zhang Xiaoyuan felt that... Eldest senior brother may also be a person with a lot of stories.

Well, in this division, except for his ordinary status, no one seems to be an ordinary person.

He was thinking about these things seriously, so he naturally shut up. Seeing that he hadn't spoken for so long, Lu Zhaoming didn't know if he was unhappy, so he felt a little nervous. He carefully looked at Zhang Xiaoyuan for a moment, and called: "Xiao Yuan?"

Zhang Xiaoyuan suddenly came back to his senses, blinked and agreed: "Brother, what's the matter?"

Lu Zhaoming: "If Lu Yanfeng didn't give me a hand, I might not be able to beat him."

He came up with such a sentence out of nowhere, Zhang Xiaoyuan didn't understand what he meant at once, frowning and thinking for a while, he realized that the senior brother was confessing to him.

The uncle taught the elder brother to hide his strength, but it was external, internal... He never thought of hiding it.

Zhang Xiaoyuan paused for a moment, then asked back: "Lu Yanfeng ranks 31st in Jianghu, maybe you can't beat him, big brother?"

Maybe it means that... Lu Zhaoming also has the hope of winning.

"I haven't really fought against him." Lu Zhaoming frowned, "I haven't fought anyone with his strength either."

He himself should not know whether he can win or not.

Zhang Xiaoyuan was silent for a moment, then fell down on the bed, feeling that he had lost hope in his career in the world.

"Big Brother." Zhang Xiaoyuan said, "You are only five years older than me."

Lu Zhaoming didn't know why he said this, but just nodded: "I know."

Zhang Xiaoyuan covered his face with the sword manual, and said in a muffled voice, "I don't think even if I work hard, I won't be able to catch up with you in this life."

Lu Zhaoming removed the sword manual from his face, as if he couldn't help laughing, and smiled at him slightly: "Even if I try hard, I will never learn to speak like you."

Zhang Xiaoyuan: "..."

Zhang Xiaoyuan muttered in a low voice: "Lu Yanfeng really can't speak."

"But you really should read the sword manual." Lu Zhaoming said, "After you go back, the master will definitely check you."

Wang Henian's heartbroken face after he couldn't recite the sword manual already appeared in Zhang Xiaoyuan's mind. After a moment of silence, he turned over from the bed, opened the sword manual, and looked solemn.

Regardless of the rest, he really couldn't stand Master's expression.

Zhang Xiaoyuan felt that he suddenly had the motivation to learn swordsmanship after reading the sword manual.

……

Zhang Xiaoyuan memorized the sword manual all night, and went to bed after the third watch, but before dawn the next day, he was woken up by the frightened cries of the flower Liuque.

He didn't even have time to put on his coat, so he rushed out of the house and ran to the next door to see what happened to Hualiuque.

Hua Liuque stood by the door, holding the door with one hand, trembling.

Zhang Xiaoyuan was quite frightened by his scream, and asked, "What happened!"

Hua Liuque pointed at Zhang Xiaoyuan's feet.

Zhang Xiaoyuan lowered his head, only to find a few balls of paper left behind the door.

It was probably last night that someone stuffed the paper in through the door frame, and it was thrown into a ball by the flower bird on the edge of the threshold. When he opened a paper, he saw black and white writing on it, and wrote in huge characters: "I Remember you."

Zhang Xiaoyuan felt as if he had already guessed who wrote the note.

He opened another sheet, and there was still a line of large characters on it.

"Watch your legs."

Zhang Xiaoyuan: "..."

Zhang Xiaoyuan turned over the last piece of paper.

"This afternoon, I'll be waiting at the old place, see you soon.

——Lu Yanfeng"

Zhang Xiaoyuan raised his head and saw Hualiuque holding the door, trembling.

"Eldest brother hurt his leg, so he won't come to seek revenge on me?" Hua Liuque was terrified, "Xiao Yuan, what should I do, I'm afraid!"

Zhang Xiaoyuan: "..."