[Comprehensive martial arts] Protect our little prince

Ximen Chuuxue learned swordsmanship at the age of seven. Since then, he has never left the sword for several years. He has pursued the way of swords all his life. He never thought that one day he would be speechless when he saw the sword.

Five feet three inches long and sixty catties in weight, this young man is really extraordinary.

"Is there something wrong?" Zhao Mingyu blinked, patted the baby epee and looked at it suspiciously. He hasn't disliked the man's black scabbard sword for being too light. Why should he dislike the weight of his sword?

"The sword is very good, there is no problem." Lu Xiaofeng said before Ximen Chuuxue, and opened his eyes with a smile, talking nonsense, "The little prince's swordsmanship is superb, one sword strikes all evil spirits, he is definitely a top swordsman."

"Master, first destroy you, this evil creature." Zhao Mingyu gritted his teeth, wanting to smash Lu Xiaofeng into meatloaf with a sword, "A great man once said that in the face of absolute power, all enemies are paper tigers. Hitting someone is definitely more painful than Ximen Chuuxue's sword."

"That's natural." Lu Xiaofeng responded solemnly, looking at the little ancestor with a little more indulgence.

Hitting someone with an epee is indeed painful enough, but it can't easily kill someone. Ximen Chuuxue's black scabbard sword has only a thin layer, and it hardly feels like it is scratched on the neck, but it can directly kill someone.

Ximen Chuuxue looked at the heavy swords with blunt blades on both sides, and spoke again after a long silence, "Swordsmanship requires comprehension of every move and style, and one should not rely on the sharpness of the sword."

Before meeting this person, he was very puzzled as to why Lu Xiaofeng became friends with members of the royal family. After meeting this person, all puzzles were answered.

Such a quirky spirit is indeed suitable for doing bad things with Lu Xiaofeng.

"Right, right, the epee has no front, and the big skill is useless. The young master's sword has connotations." Zhao Mingyu's eyes were shining, and it was rare to hold an epee about his height. It is sharp and the weight is prohibitive, but this is not a problem. He likes this kind of low-key, luxurious and connotative weapon.

The little prince has a lot of experience in talking about swords. An epee is not heavy, so it is called an epee. The moves are not strong enough to make up. His strength is all practiced by swinging the sword, and his lethality is no worse than other swordsmen.

It is said that once there was a swordsman who killed all the invincible opponents in the world. He only wanted one defeat after he mastered the art of swordsmanship. Unfortunately, he was so powerful that he couldn't find anyone who could be his opponent after searching all over the world.

The boss's first sword is very sharp, fierce and invincible, it was used before the weak crown;

The second sword of the boss is a soft sword. Because he accidentally injured someone else, he regretted throwing it away. It was used before the age of 30;

The third sword of the big brother is the epee, which is an epee with no front and no workmanship. It is heavier than his sword. It weighs 64 catties. The big brother swept the world with the epee. This is 40 years old Before;

But the fourth sword turned back to the basics and turned into a wooden sword. The swordsman's swordsmanship has reached the level of the eyes, no longer limited by external objects, flowers, leaves, grass and trees can be used as swords. It is at this time that silence is better than sound... Bah... It is the otherworldly realm where no sword is better than sword.

He has held an epee since he was a child, and started directly from the third level, that is to say, he can enter the level of the big brother earlier than others, he is smart, right?

Zhao Mingyu raised his chin and waited for the compliment, but he didn't hear anything after waiting for a long time, so he looked at Ximen Chuuxue unhappily, this big brother had a good understanding with him just now, what's going on now, hurry up.

Ximen Chuuxue's body was full of sword intent, his knuckle fingers fell on the blade, looking at the cold light of the sword thoughtfully, Lu Xiaofeng's heart skipped a beat, realizing that Ximen Chuuxue had entered a state of epiphany, and signaled Zhao Mingyu to keep silent, Lightly lifted the [-]-jin epee and led him out of the hall.

Hot water and sore medicine are ready, the little ancestor has suffered on the road, hurry up to wash and apply the medicine to sleep, so that he can recover his energy before he can talk about business.

Lu Xiaofeng put the sword on the table in the guest room, and asked curiously while the maid was preparing the hot water, "Ming Yu, what is the name of the swordsman you mentioned just now? Why have I never heard of it before?"

It is absolutely impossible to be unknown if you can reach the state where flowers, leaves, grass and trees can be used as swords. Besides, before this little ancestor's sword came out, he had never heard of anyone using an epee weighing more than 60 kilograms.

"Across the rivers and lakes for more than 1 years, killing all enemies and defeating all heroes, there is no defense in the world, there is nothing to do, but live in seclusion in the deep valley, and take the eagle as a friend. Woohoo, I can't find an opponent in my life, I am really lonely and embarrassing.【 [-]]" Zhao Mingyu put his hands behind his back, using a teacup as a gavel, imitating the posture of a storyteller and said, "This swordsman is called a sword demon, and he is exactly the Dugu who seeks defeat all over the world."

The ending sound turns a thousand times, and it is as good as the old general on the stage.

Lu Xiaofeng folded his arms and frowned, "I still haven't heard of it."

"It's right if you haven't heard it before." Zhao Mingyu smiled happily, her round cat eyes were full of pride, "My lord, the stories I've heard are not ordinary stories, it's not normal for you to have heard them."

There were so many things in his mind, he said whatever came to his mind randomly, and he didn't pay attention to whether it was true or not, Lu Xiaofeng had a lot of knowledge, even he had never heard of it, it just didn't exist in this world.

Calm down, it's not a big deal.

Lu Xiaofeng choked speechlessly, Ximen Chuuxue had been in a bottleneck for a long time, if he hadn't pursued a breakthrough, he wouldn't have agreed to Ye Gucheng's invitation, a story from his little ancestor could make Ximen Chuuxue fall into an epiphany, if he had known this would happen, he would have directly stolen him Wanmei Villa set up a stall for him to tell Ximen Chuuxue a story.

Zhao Mingyu went to take a bath happily, leaving Lu Xiaofeng outside to doubt his life. He is an extremely smart little prince, and he is very reliable no matter what.

The comfort level of the guest rooms in Wanmei Villa is no worse than that of Huamanlou's small building. Although Ximen Chuixue is a piece of uncivilized ice, Wanmei Villa has almighty butlers and many ingenious maids and sisters. The weather here is definitely suitable for seclusion and retirement.

Lu Xiaofeng asked the butler to pay attention to Ximen Chuuxue who was obsessed with enlightenment in the hall, and returned to his guest room, and after staying for a while, he rarely touched the pen and ink on the table.

——Kill all the enemies, defeat all the heroes, and there is no defense in the world. There is nothing you can do, but live in seclusion in the deep valley and take the eagle as your friend.

In just a few words, if there is such a swordsman, what kind of demeanor should he be when he was young?

Lu Xiaofeng sighed endlessly, read the words on the paper over and over several times, and became more and more admirable for this senior who only existed in the story. defeat.

Here Lu Xiaofeng was still feeling emotional, Zhao Mingyu next door was already crying, he forgot that he had an injury on his leg and couldn't take a bath, the feeling of hot water touching the wound, he never wanted to feel it again in his life.

"Lu Xiaofeng... Lu Xiaofeng save me..."

In the midst of steaming water mist, the little ancestor pulled his clothes over his body with great difficulty, his legs trembling in the hot water, and finally got rid of the wooden barrel with great strength.

After hearing the movement, Lu Xiaofeng quickly pushed the door and came over, seeing his distressed appearance, he was a little dumbfounded, "What's the matter?"

"It hurts..." Zhao Mingyu looked over with tears in his eyes, in the face of the pain, face was nothing to worry about, "Lu Xiaofeng, do you have any medicine for the pain, my leg hurts~"

Lu Xiaofeng hurriedly carried him to the bed, pulled the towel and wiped it a few times in a hurry, then turned around and went out, "Be patient, I'll ask the housekeeper, and then I'll find a doctor."

Zhao Mingyu watched him go out eagerly, lifted the quilt carefully, saw the large scratches on his legs, and clutched his chest not wanting to speak.

Thinking of him as a strong prince, with a proud body but no matching copper skin, fate is tricky.

The housekeeper and the doctor came over quickly, he was not good looking, so the doctor asked the doctor to leave the ointment and leave, determined not to let others see his straight long legs.

When one day he becomes a golden bell-covered iron shirt, and then gets a bronze color, he can show off as much as he wants. He is already in such a miserable state, and letting others see his wounds will only add fuel to the fire.

Lu Xiaofeng sighed and sighed in the room, his heart ached, not only for Zhao Mingyu, but also for himself.

If the emperor knew that the little ancestors were injured, would he tie them back directly?

Ask the world, what is misery, just look at today, Xiaofeng of the Lu family.

Ximen Chuuxue woke up from his epiphany, and the sword intent in his body had been restrained, like a sharp sword in its scabbard, but the restrained edge was even more dangerous.

After hearing Zhao Mingyu's story, he had a new understanding of kendo. After waking up, he was eager to try the sword in his hand. After coming out of the hall, he went directly to the guest room.

That little prince has a lot of insight into the way of swordsmanship, and he can handle a sixty-jin epee, which is enough to make up for his lack of internal strength.

When Lu Xiaofeng heard that Ximen Chuuxue wanted to compete with Zhao Mingyu, he covered his face and felt a little bit of a toothache. The little ancestor couldn't get up to compete with Zhao Mingyu, what a ghost.

"It might be inconvenient for him today, and it might be inconvenient for him another day..." Lu Xiaofeng tactfully refused the competition for Zhao Mingyu, and seeing what Ximen Chuuxue wanted to say, she changed the subject before him, "Ximen, are you really Do you want to compete with Ye Gucheng?"

Competition and competition are not the same, Ximen Chuuxue can compete with others to the end, but if the opponent is Ye Gucheng, then there is no possibility of end.

They don't value life very much, and their swordsmanship is also deadly swordsmanship, so one can imagine the result of two people standing together.

When two tigers fight, one is bound to be injured. Lu Xiaofeng attaches great importance to friendship, and he doesn't want any accident to happen to any of his friends.

"Why not compare?" Ximen Chuuxue looked indifferent, paused for a moment and then continued to ask, "You just called the doctor, the little prince was injured?"

Lu Xiaofeng nodded heavily, "Yes, I'm seriously injured, I can't compete with you, Wanmei Villa has guests, as the host, you can't leave the guests behind."

"I came across something today, and I have sent a message to Baiyun City, the competition will be postponed for one month." Ximen Chuixue stroked the hilt of his sword, and turned his eyes to the inner room, wanting to know how Zhao Mingyu, who Lu Xiaofeng said was badly wounded, is doing now.

Wanmei Villa is very safe and will not be injured in the villa. The boy was still alive and kicking just now, so the injury is obviously nonsense.

"I didn't lie to you, Ming Yu was really hurt." Lu Xiaofeng saw what his friend meant, rubbed his nose in embarrassment and tried to explain, "I heard the news that you were going to compete with Ye Gucheng and rushed here, he was spoiled and didn't eat I suffered so much and hurried on the road that my legs were worn out."

In the inner room, the young prince released his head from the quilt, and shouted with raging anger in his eyes, "Lu Xiaofeng, how many times have I told you that the young master is not pampered!"

People who practice martial arts, can injury be called injury?

He was accidentally injured when he encountered robbers bravely resisting on the road. Is it difficult to find a reason that can show his tall and stalwart image?