Young man, rich and easy to talk

Tang Wuming has never been such a stubborn person. He likes money, new gadgets, Qiongzhou's sweet and not greasy snacks, and likes to sit on the pier and dangle his legs in the lake.No matter what he wants, Qin Xichao can give him, as long as he is given a little bit of sweetness, he will let go of his temper and obey him.

He likes such insignificant things, but he has never been interested in any swordsmanship cheats.

Later, he returned to the mountain, took off Tang Wuming's outer clothes, and became the famous right envoy of Qian Manmen. He began to hold a sword, kill people, punish his subordinates wantonly, and also learned to face him with a straight face. In the end, just don't talk.

Tang Wuming, who used to be obedient and gentle, who put his arms around his neck and called him A Chao, who was so dizzy that he hid in his arms so frightened when he saw a chicken being killed in the back kitchen, seemed to be an erratic phantom.

With such a big change in more than a month, Qin Xichao was a little uncertain about him.

Feeling flustered, the force of his fingers lost his usual precision, and a layer of skin was torn on Wuming's pinched chin, but he still gritted his teeth and refused to say a word, only staring at him with his dark eyes. Come over like a beast defending against its territory.

But even if he put on a vicious look again, he is still the Tang Wuming whom he can't let go of.

Qin Xi sighed inaudibly, let go of the thumb that was pinching him, and turned to brush Wuming's tightly pursed lips, finally persuading him affectionately, "Wu Ming, stop practicing. If you want to learn swordsmanship, I will teach you the Fufeng swordsmanship."

Fufeng swordsmanship has always been passed down to the quasi-owners of past dynasties, and even the ones practiced by Qin Feng Zhanguang are just a few layers of ostentation in Fufeng swordsmanship, and that ostentation is enough for Qin Feng to lead the Mo Pavilion.The century-old foundation of Fufeng Mountain Villa has been solid and unswerving. Apart from being shrewd in the business field, many people are afraid of the Qin family's martial arts.Qin Xichao has made such a big step back, which has surpassed ordinary pampering, and can almost be called shocking.

If the well-known elders in the world heard about this, they would definitely lose their teeth in shock; the young ladies from aristocratic families who already had a secret love would definitely turn their eyes red with jealousy.

But the terrifying words came out of Qin Xichao's mouth, but they were not clear, like a dish without salt.

If you want to practice swordsmanship, I will teach you, it's that simple.

Tang Wuming spent so many days with him in the villa, he is clever, and he has a thorough understanding of the inheritance of Fufeng Villa's traditions, no need for others to say anything, and he has never exceeded the requirements.This time, it was Qin Xi who clearly put his heart in front of his eyes, which was already extremely sincere.

The meaning conveyed to Wuming is very clear - Fufeng Villa is your backer. Although he can't abandon the foundation of the villa, he can share it with Tang Wuming without prejudice.What he has, Tang Wuming will not miss a single bit.

For ordinary people, they should have been flattered and moved to such a mess.

Wuming slowly propped himself up from the bed, brushed away his fingers, and answered coldly, "I don't want it."

Look, there was such a person in his life. Not only did he not want it, but he also dismissed it, throwing all of Qin Xichao's heart under his feet.

Qin Xichao still didn't give up, and lowered the sullenness in his chest and asked him, "Then what do you want?"

Wu Mingban stared at him with a pair of dark eyes, pointed out the door, and said confidently: "I want you to go down the mountain."

"Impossible!" Before his voice fell to the ground, Qin Xichao seemed to know what he was going to say, and rolled out of his throat with a stern roar, and the anger wrapped in uncontrollable blockage hit the nameless eardrum.

I really don't know where Wuming honed his courage, but he is not afraid of him even if he is not dead, avoiding the straight Qin Xi in front of him, getting up and reaching for the sword manual on the table.As soon as the hand touched the silky texture, it slapped the table one step faster, and the four wooden legs shook the tea tray three times.

"Do you think you're joking about being insane?" Qin Xichao suppressed his voice and tried his best to talk to him with a normal attitude.

Wuming looked at the thin silk cloth under his palm, and there were densely packed small characters on the cloth. His aptitude was not good enough to start practicing swords. For his comprehension, every time he understands a sentence, he has to ponder it hundreds of times in secret.

He didn't know why, but it was always a kind of intuition that told him that no matter whether the sword manual was good or bad, he had to practice it.

Fortunately, his choice was not wrong. Fang Youli learned that he seemed to let him go even more after he practiced the sword, and Tang Liu's message vaguely meant to encourage him.The more Fang Youli trusted him, the more power he got.

Although the price is that he is often confused to the point of being bloodthirsty.The corpses of people who were killed by mistake during the madness would be transported to Fang Youli every three days. The sword skills became more and more clean and neat, but the wounds became more and more dark purple and terrifying. The sect master gradually saw him differently. Usual appreciation.

——Like seeing a hard-working falcon finally come in handy.

At the same time, the falcon can finally stretch out its sharp claws to pick through the layers of fog and look for the prey it has explored for a long time.However, when Falcon was dispatched, he had no spare energy to protect his nest, just like he had no spare energy to take care of Qin Xichao.

The owner of Fufeng Village in the enemy camp is the raw pastry on the steamer. Everyone wants to steam him and eat him. If the diners are in a bad mood, they can give him some big ingredients.

Tang Wuming not only loves money, but also protects food. When he was wandering down the mountain before, even if he had any feud with Qin Xichao, he could only eat the pastry, and it was not up to others to snatch it. His things, if anyone wants to get involved, he must first reward two iron crossbow arrows without mercy!

It's a pity that he is now in the base camp, he is just a jumping clown with no arrows in the box, and no one can protect him.

Wuming glanced at the sword manual, memorized the last two lines of formulas that he hadn't practiced yet, then nodded the table with a toothless smile, "Don't worry about me even if I get mad." Qin Xichao listened with a sigh, Wuming took advantage of his vacillation and wanted to forcefully pull one out, but the man reacted and suppressed him but failed.

Wuming raised his hand, "Then you just keep these torn pieces of paper. Do you think you can memorize memorization alone, and I won't?" After finishing speaking, he snorted, turned his head and left the dormitory quickly, shaking his hands.

Qin Xichao followed quickly for a while, and when he arrived at the gate of the courtyard, he was blocked by two sharp guns. He was not completely confused by his anger, and knew that he was a stupid and dumb male favorite.He was blocked by the door together with the people, and there was also the unwillingness and overwhelming anger billowing in his chest. He watched Wuming escape as if he was walking like flying, but he could only be locked in this cage and stare blankly.

Since when did the owner of Qin Dazhuang, who was so romantic and suave in the rivers and lakes, experience such a useless attitude!

Seeing Wuming running away and disappearing, he couldn't hold back any longer when he turned back to the house, and smashed the thick solid wood table with a concentrated fist. He raised Qin Xi and gave him a face.

The silk fluttered up, and Qin Xichao picked up the sword manual and observed it carefully.

Silk is not like paper. Once it is written and embroidered, it cannot be modified, smeared or a part of it can be torn at will.Although the meaning of the front and back pages in Qin Xichao's hands is sometimes obscure, the sentences between the scrolls are barely coherent and readable, and the incomplete and incomplete second half does not affect the cultivation of the first half.

The Qin family is a family of swordsmanship, and they have an innate sensitivity to sword manuals. They can see the roughness of these sheets at a glance. The silk that can carry this sword manual is also a high-quality thing, with excellent embroidery. Uncompromising.There is only one possibility for such a finely crafted sword manual if someone did not inadvertently transcribe it incorrectly.

The person who wrote the sword manual left a copy on purpose.

Qin Xichao stroked the silk cloth with one finger, and felt a pattern protruding from the empty corner of the white background under his fingertips. When he looked carefully at the light, a name was inconspicuously embellished with the silk thread of the same color on the plain silk surface:

——"Tang Xian."

There is nothing special about these two characters, and there are many people in the world who can be called Tang Xian.

however.

In Qin Xichao's memory, there is precisely such a person, he is also called "Tang Xian"...