The Book of Troubled Times

  Chapter 206 Serving wine with a sword

  Wang Zhaoling looked ugly.

   They really can't threaten Zhao Changhe, let alone kill him casually.

  Although they didn't see the true relationship between Zhao Changhe and Cui Yuanyang, no matter where it was said, Zhao Changhe was also Cui Yuanyang's benefactor. Cui's family gave Longque, and the meaning was already written on his face, "My family recognizes his identity". Without the certification of the Cui family, who would recognize Zhao Changhe's identity? He would be killed if he was killed secretly, but not now.

  Longque has brought a lot of inconvenience to Zhao Changhe, but the benefits are also great, because everything has two sides.

  Now Cui Wenjing's attitude is like a sharp sword hanging above, the Wang family is absolutely unwilling to offend an ally like the Cui family, so what's the big deal, go home, wash up and sleep.

  Let’s not talk about Cui Wenjing. It’s hard to say how many of the Wang family’s own numerous affiliated forces, disciples and old officials can support such a thing as killing the prince.

  The biggest difference between the aristocratic family and those demon cultists is here. They need legal principles in everything they do. Once they deviate from this point, history lessons will tell them that the consequences will be serious. And if you grasp it well, it will be much easier to get things done than those rebels from the Devil's Cult, just change the flag...

  Wang Zhaoling looked at Cui Yuanyang painfully, Cui Yuanyang blinked his eyes, looking like a little rabbit that I didn't understand anything. Wang Zhaoling knew that he couldn't expect this guy to express his opinion. It was the Cui family's friendly attitude that she could be a mascot.

Why did Cui Yuanyong not come because of "not seeing each other before marriage"... It is purely because what he can represent is different from Cui Yuanyang's meaning, and he deliberately avoided it. Here is a young and ignorant little rabbit, no matter what the Cui family does Can play dumb.

   All are thousand-year-old foxes.

   After being silent for a while, Wang Zhaoling decided to give up his attitude of fighting for Zhao Changhe.

  Anyway, as long as Zhao Changhe sat here, he didn't go away to mess things up. Outsiders don't know what's going on, and they can be regarded as his support and participation, so there is no need to create extra problems.

Thinking of this, Wang Zhaoling smiled again, and clapped his hands: "That's how it is. Whether you participate in the sword debate or not, Wang would like to thank everyone for coming to celebrate the birthday. Everyone must eat and drink enough before they can have the strength to discuss the sword... Come, serve food, play music!"

   "I don't want to eat the food." Situ smiled and stood up unsteadily, stretching his waist: "Situ has enough wine, and now he only needs to drink with a sword."

  Wang Zhaoling was stunned: "Brother Situ, this is..."

Situ laughed and said, "Old Wang, don't think too much and forget the fundamentals. Earlier, everyone speculated that you used the name of your birthday to invite the world's potential dragon to try your sword. To be honest, although you are arrogant, it suits my taste. It is the spirit of a warrior to test the heroes of the world. I am willing to accompany you to try this sword, and also to prove it for myself, and share the gains. Could it be that I came all the way from Huguang to this banquet just to eat your meal?"

  Wang Zhaoling's expression gradually became serious.

  Situ smiled lazily and said: "You Wang Zhaoling said that the experience was difficult, and he invited the heroes of the world here, but why did he miss the good time because of some rubbish? Looking back and asking, would you rather have no regrets?"

  He slowly drew out the epee on his back: "Shenhuang Zong Situ Xiao, invites the world to fight potential dragons, and I will serve you wine! Who will fight?"

   There was silence in the field, and Wang Zhaoling took a deep breath.

  The stage he set up has become Situ Xiao's martial arts arena.

  But this is the original intention...

  Even Wang Zhaoling himself didn't have a little pride surging in his heart?

  But how could the two strongest fighters end up fighting like this before the sword debate started? Wouldn't the following Qianlong Lunjian become a joke?

  If you really want to raise your status and style, you should sit high and watch others compete, wait for the winner to challenge him, and win the battle again, that will be the perfect ending.

  Wang Zhaoling suppressed his heart of warrior who wanted to end, and turned into a smile: "Since brother Situ wants to try the sword, he will not use force to overwhelm others. Who wants to go out and accompany brother Situ to prove the technique?"

   There was silence for a while, who the **** is going to give it away? Situ Xiao never said that he should not use force to suppress others. Even if he really didn't, no one would have confidence.

  Just like Chili back then, only Yue Hongling could fight him. Now that Situ Xiao is standing here, the only one who can really fight him is Wang Zhaoling himself.

  Situ Xiao stood in the arena with his sword in hand, but there was no response for a long time, and the eyes of the ragged drunk gradually showed clear disappointment and disdain.

  Yue Hongling is on the list of people, Cui Yuanyong can't avoid suspicion, there is no one here, what is Qianlong!

  Laughter suddenly came from the sidelines: "A cup to Brother Situ!"

   Everyone turned their heads to look, but it was Zhao Changhe who threw out the wine glass in his hand and went straight to Situ Xiao in the field.

  Situ smiled and his eyes lit up instantly.

  Wang Zhaoling twitched the corner of his mouth: "Brother Zhao, didn't you say you wouldn't participate?"

  Zhao Changhe asked in amazement: "I met Brother Situ at a banquet, and I was eager to learn from each other, and I didn't participate in the reward competition. What do I have to do with the Wang family?"

  Wang Zhaoling: "..."

  Xia Chichi laughed out loud, and gradually loosened his slender hand on the hilt of his sword.

  She also wanted to end, but hesitated due to the influence of her status. She never expected Zhao Changhe to be so shameless.

  The others didn't think too much, and their eyes were fixed on the wine glass.

  The glass was full of wine, almost flush with the rim of the glass, but the wine glass flew into the field, but not even a trace of the wine spilled out, highlighting the ingenious control.

"Yue Hongling's method of shooting the sun and flying feathers with concealed weapons, and the Tang family's blue waves and clear ripples are soft and gentle, rubbing together, it's wonderful." Wang Zhaoling whispered to himself, the fighting spirit in his eyes became more and more violent, and he almost forgot himself What is the purpose of holding this banquet?

  Situ smiled with joy in his eyes, and suddenly raised his epee horizontally.

With a "crack", the bottom of the wine glass happened to rub against the sword body, and it slid along the sword body all the way. When it reached the hilt of the sword, it was blocked for a moment, but the wine glass surprisingly didn't fall backwards, but fell forward. The wine poured out like an arrow.

  Situ smiled and opened his mouth to take it, and the wine poured into his mouth without leaving a drop, and the glass landed firmly on the sword, as if someone had poured it for him just now.

   "Good wine!"

  Situ laughed loudly, slapped his waist, the wine bag stopper jumped away, and a stream of wine arrows gushed out, and landed accurately in the cup. The wine arrow stopped, and the cup was just full.

   Immediately, the epee swept away: "Brother Zhao in return!"

  The epee, which weighed tens of kilograms, whizzed past and slapped the cup, but there was only a very slight "ding", and the cup flew back leisurely, and the wine in the cup was also not spilled.

   This hand is much more difficult than Zhao Changhe's tossing the cup just now. In terms of competition alone, it is better than Zhao Changhe.

  Zhao Changhe didn't have any more pretentious ways to play, he just reached out to catch the wine glass, drank it down, and said happily: "Okay, good swordsmanship, good kung fu!"

   After saying this sentence, the wine glass fell to the table, and the sparrow was unsheathed!

  Dragon chant sounded, and the dim light of blood crossed the hall several feet away, and went straight to Situ Xiao in the center.

  Situ Xiao casually swung his sword back and stabbed back. The blood color of the blade suddenly changed on the way.

  Situ Xiao finally became serious, and turned sideways to avoid the stab, and was also ecstatic: "Okay! Good swordsmanship! Good body technique!"

  Good swordsmanship...

  Looking on the sidelines, many people were puzzled. Isn't Zhao Changhe a sword? It's a very outrageous broad sword...

   But the thrust just now was indeed sword intent. Where did his sword technique come from, and it was also integrated into the saber technique? Is this kind of thing a rookie in the world can do?

   "Ta Shui Lingbo from the Tang family..." Wang Zhaoling murmured to himself: "The sword technique can't recognize the way, most likely it was Tang Wanzhuang who helped him fuse it into the sword, and his relationship with Tang Wanzhuang..."

  Cui Yuanyang pouted his mouth and sniffled his nose.

   "Wipe!" The swords in the arena finally had their first clash, but it wasn't the fierce collision of heavy swords and broadswords as people imagined, but a sharp rubbing sound of wiping swords and sliding knives.

  The two of them passed by each other, and at the moment of their separation, they slapped each other's chest and waist with their left hands, and then clacked one hand.

  Zhao Changhe brushed Situ Xiao's ribs with his fingers, as if he had touched iron sheet, nothing happened, and his fingers still hurt a little. Situ Xiao pointed at Zhao Changhe's Yutang acupoint, but nothing happened.

  The two passed by each other, each looking back at each other.

  Zhao Changhe rubbed Yutang's chest, feeling that he had lost. It doesn't hurt if the other side practices horizontally, but I just move the acupoints, and it still hurts, which is a loss.

  The happy expression on Situ's smiling face became a bit weird: "Brother Zhao..."

  Zhao Changhe: "Huh?"

   "You're a **** big man, you're playing with me! Do you still want to reach in and touch it?"

   "...I don't know how to punch hard, I am looking for it, can you teach me?"

  Situ laughed dumbfoundingly: "You're really welcome."

After finishing speaking, he held the sword in both hands, bowed his body slightly, and stared at him with tiger eyes: "The fists and palms of this school are not too strong, but they are as strong as iron. If Brother Zhao can make me gain something in this battle, I will send it to you." Brother Zhao has a set of fists and palms, so what's the problem?"

  Zhao Changhe stood with his sword horizontally, his footsteps were slightly wrong, and he roared towards the sky: "In contrast, what Zhao wants to see is this epee without a front, how clever it is."

  Wang Zhaoling: "..."

  Is this the desired Langya Lunjian?

   On the face of it, yes, it is very good.

  But why is it not right...

  Before this sword affair, he, Wang Zhaoling, seemed to have become a passerby, and no one cared about him anymore.

   Push a book "My Senior Sister, You Are Not a Human!" ", the rough daily life with non-human seniors

  (end of this chapter)